"How did you get out of it?"

Yi Yan's sword just now made him feel a little disappointed, and how Yi Yan's Yi Wood Formation made him wonder.

"Leaping to the sky." Yi Yan said.

"Leaping the Kong?" Mu Ling Zhenren had never heard of the name of this spell.

The spells in this world can be divided into two types in general, one is innate spell and the other is acquired spell. Innate spells generally refer to those spells that are understood from the world, also known as the laws of heaven and earth. Acquired spells are those spells recorded in books. They have been circulated in the world for a long time and can be learned through teaching, also known as book spells.

"Leaping the Sky" is a spell that Yi Yan himself cannot understand, but he can use it because it was not learned by him, but it was passed down from his father. When he awakened this spell deep in his heart, there was a mark in his thoughts, a mysterious and mysterious mark. In that moment, he seemed to see the true meaning of the world without a single world.

"It seems that your father Yi Liangkang is indeed capable, but I'm afraid that your father doesn't have enough mastery of this spell. With your spiritual power, how many more times can you use it?" Mr. Mu Ling had already put away his surprise in a blink of an eye, and his confidence regained his face.

He looked up at the sky and said, "It's over, it's over when the first ray of sunlight shines on this earth."

Before he finished speaking, he had reached out to grab it from the sky and the earth. The void in front of him was rippling like the water surface, and he was chanting an unknown magic spell in his mouth.

Of course, Yi Yan couldn't let him cast spells. However, although the "Liezing" was powerful, it consumed a lot of money. Whether it was spiritual power or mental power, he could not use the Liezing again now.

A little blue light shone on the tip of the sword, and he stabbed Mr. Mu Ling with one force.

Yi Yan had seen Wang Su perform a sword technique. With one sword, he would suddenly disappear in the void and then appear in an incredible place. Although he did not appear in a distant place, it was sudden and weird enough.

Yi Yan is now more than three feet away from Mr. Mu Ling. This is not something he can stab. The distance he can stab now is only one meter away at most.

A sword stabbed out, and a faint blue flame flashed in the dark sky. When it reappeared, it was already ten feet away in front of it, then shrank back, and then suddenly a light came out in front of it, disappearing, and appeared one feet ahead again.

Yi Yan's three consecutive swords were like a dark blue ghost fire blown by the wind, floating forward in a flash. However, looking from Mr. Mu Ling, I saw Yi Yan as if he had stabbed three swords at once, one sword after another, and a sword was followed by a sword, a sword shadow, and a dark blue one after another.

The void was rippling, and the sword light pierced into the rippling range like water waves, it slowed down a little, but it did not stop.

Young Master Mu Ling's hand finally pulled out of nothingness, and there was an extra branch in his hand. The branch looked like it had just broken from the tree, green and green, shrouded in a faint smoke.

The green branches were waving, just swinging on the sword.

Yi Yan only felt that a powerful force led the sword aside. It was not the power generated by the impact of spiritual power, but a spell, which was a spell that used the power of heaven and earth.

Yi Yan was unable to stand firmly in the void, and the spiritual power in his body felt like he was about to move, as if he was about to scatter without his control.

He was shocked, gathered his mind, focused his mind, and stepped out in the void. The sword in his hand pierced at the waist of Mr. Mu Ling again. The green branches in his hand waved again, and rippled around him. The sword in Yi Yan's hand was crooked and could not be controlled steadily, as if he was about to leave.

Mu Ling sneered in his heart. The green branch in his hand was called "Cui Songmian Shen Branch". Naturally, he got up by himself. When he first broke this branch similar to a pine branch from the void, he looked up the classics and finally let him see a specious record.

"It is said that when the world evolves, spiritual objects are born from the turbidity. There is a pine tree on the top of Beiming Mountain. When it moves with the wind, it can pull the human god out and die without thoughts, as if it is sleeping."

Everyone has essence, energy, and spirit, and three are complementary and indispensable. There is a period of practice in the long river of history that it is believed that three flowers can be cultivated, energy, and spirit can be formed. The three flowers gather at the top, and the great way can be formed.

The high, low, right, and wrong way of practice. Since the evolution of heaven and earth, many great masters have argued that heaven and earth have recorded their remarks, but time can prove everything. They cannot see it, and may be able to see it, but at this time, they no longer have their figures in heaven and earth.

Mr. Mu Ling waved the "Cui Pine Sleeping Divine Branch" in his hand again and fell to Yi Yan's head.

In Mu Ling's heart, Yi Yan absolutely cannot escape at this time. Obviously, Yi Yan's mind is already affected, and no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it needs to be controlled by thoughts.

Yi Yan looked at the green branches falling down towards his head, and felt a sense of dazedness in his heart. The sword in his hand was light and weak, as if he had no rest and was too sleepy.

But in the deepest part of the heart, there was a thought of dying. The eyes became dark and Mr. Mu Ling disappeared. Yi Yan felt that he was trapped in a darkness, constantly sinking towards the deepest part of the darkness. The light in his eyes that symbolized vitality disappeared quickly.

Suddenly, in the bottomless abyss, a golden word rushed into his eyes.

The 'Cui Pine Sleeping Divine Branch' in Young Master Mu Ling's hand had fallen on Yi Yan's head and said coldly, "Death is your only destination. Even if your father comes, he cannot escape the arrangement of fate."

Yi Yan fell to the earth, his eyes were open in distracted.

The man and woman in the distance still did not leave, they were still watching.

"Die? It seems that I have to protect my wife. In this way, the adults probably have insufficient staff. I thought he could break through, but I didn't expect that Mr. Mu Ling was quite powerful. Hey! What was that?" the young man said in surprise.

I saw Yi Yan falling to the earth suddenly stopped in the void, and a layer of golden light appeared on his body, and Yi Yan sat up in the golden light. He could see his eyes as amber from a distance. Even if he looked dozens of miles away, he felt that those eyes had no feelings at all and were no longer human eyes.

It seemed as if a light from the nine heavens fell on Yi Yan's body, causing his entire aura to rise layer by layer. The aura that did not belong to the mortal world made Young Master Mu Ling retreat continuously.

"Please God? How can we still invite God in this world?" the young man said in surprise.

The art of asking for gods was once a very common spell in the world. The temples in the temples would have the art of asking for gods. It is said that the gods could be invited at the earliest time, but later they could only invite divine power, which is also called "divine strike". To this day, the art of divine strikes still exists, but the temples that only exist in those temples with incense.

It is naturally surprising that Yi Yan can do it now.

From a distance, Master Mu Ling took a step forward, his figure appeared on Yi Yan's head and face. The "Cui Song Sleeping Divine Branch" in his hand waved towards Yi Yan.

Yi Yan raised his hand and stabbed it out. The sword was stiff and clean. The pine needles on the "Cui Pine Smile Divine Branch" flew and scattered into the air and disappeared. The branches dispersed like rotten things in the wind. The sword force continued to stop and still struck Mr. Mu Ling's chest. The moment Mr. Mu Ling dispersed into thousands of fallen leaves, falling to the ground. A gust of wind blew, and the fallen leaves flew with the wind.

One of the green leaves fell on a tree in the distance and turned into humans. It was Mr. Mu Ling. He lay on the branch, covering his chest with his hands, and his eyes looking at Yi Yan were full of horror. He did not dare to stop and disappeared on the branch again.

Yi Yan fell on the ground, and the golden light on his body slowly dissipated, and the indifference in his eyes slowly faded. He saw him shaking his sword and walking down the hillside, disappearing into the forest.

"I suddenly wondered if Yi Liangkang was really dead. I calculated that he had a lot of magic to awaken in the past two nights, so Yi Liangkang would definitely have more. It is said that his real practice lasted only seven or eight years. It's amazing. I think there must be a secret in him."

"Who has no secret? You, the eldest disciple of the first wizard in the Shaman Temple, will only know more magic than him, and will not be less than him." said the woman riding on the dark horse.

"I'm not saying that, am I saying that Yi Liangkang is really dead? Of course, I know a lot of spells, but many of them can only be cast under specific conditions." The young man said, his hair was different from that of most people. He did not shaved his forehead, but his head was covered with black hair and tied into small braids, with some small ornaments hanging on each braid.

Those who don’t know him will only think he is weird, and those who know him will know that every ornament on him is a terrible magic weapon and is evil. As for whether it is made of a living soul as rumored, only he knows it.

"What, haven't you chased that young master Mu Ling?" said the woman riding on the dark horse.

"Haha, the princess knows me best." The young man smiled.

"I just heard that you know a spell that can take away the spells that others have learned. Mr. Mu Ling's 'Cui Songmian Divine Branch' is not simple. Although he was defeated by Yi Yan's hands today, if he could grow up again, the 'Cui Songmian Divine Branch' would definitely shine in one attack and defense."

The young man shone with a wooden light and smiled 'hehe'. He suddenly said, "It seems that the princess is very interested in my method of taking away other people's magic. Why not make a deal with Princess?"

“What deal?”

"I tell you how to take away other people's magic. How about you pass on the magic of dream killing to me?"

"Why exchange it? You can try to take it away directly." The woman riding on the dark horse did not look at the young man next to her. Both of them were on the top of the tree on the top of the mountain. People who didn't know thought they were lovers or friends and were watching the night view.

"Haha, Princess is really good at joking. Princess is a royal nobleman, how dare the little witch?" said the young man.

The woman who was called Princess just snorted coldly, suddenly lifted the reins of the horse, and the dark horse leaped forward and rushed into the darkness, disappearing into the darkness like a dream.

But the young man stood there for a while, not knowing what he was thinking. After a while, he suddenly pulled out a hair from his head, pinched it between his fingers, and kept chanting complex and awkward spells in his mouth. He saw a faint light slowly appearing on the hair, and he himself slowly disappeared from the sound of chanting the mantra, starting from his feet, slowly to his waist, and to the end, only that hair emitted a faint light in the darkness.
Chapter completed!