Those green lights are actually more slippery than the cunning fish. No matter how Zhang Yang accelerates or even blocks them, they will not catch up.

Moreover, the operation of these blue streamers has certain rules. After chasing for a while, Zhang Yang suddenly realized that he was no longer in that stone chamber, but like a vast starry sky, surrounded by dazzling stars.

Zhang Yang immediately calmed down, his spiritual consciousness was released, and he immediately disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea. Qing Ling's eyes were circulating, but he could not see through this illusion.

Zhang Yang's body was suspended in the air. After hesitating for a moment, he immediately waved his wings and escaped forward with all his strength.

In his opinion, if this was an illusion, at his own speed, he should be able to quickly break out of the illusion.

But, soon he was disappointed.

No matter how high the speed is, every time you wave your golden wings, you can escape dozens of miles away. Although it is only a moment, Zhang Yang is confident that if he follows a normal distance, he should escape thousands of miles away.

However, looking around, there are still bright starry sky around, almost unchanged.

Zhang Yang stopped flying, and a solemn god appeared on his face.

A small world!

Perhaps, this is not an illusion, but a small world.

If this is the case, then the trouble will be great...
Chapter completed!