"Center!"
The moment he got the gap, Ling Muyun formed a seal and fired several more divine thunders.
"I really didn't expect that the descendants of Hehe Tianjun would be so stupid. What can your thunder method do to me? It's just a dying struggle!"
Zhang Dayu's palms flew, and the shattered giant pillar rose again.
"After I kill you, dig out that bitch, and find the Yin Yang Blood Mirror, even if I go to Longhu Mountain, Tianshi Zhang will open the door to welcome the guests himself!"
The more Zhang Dayu talked, the more proud he became, and in the end he even hummed a few tunes.
Ling Muyun's true energy showed signs of exhaustion, and he was panting heavily. He really had no intention of listening to Zhang Dayu's tune.
Besides, no matter how good Zhang Dayu's ditty was, Ling Muyun still felt that it was far from his own.
You know, he is well-known in Dingbei City for singing Xizhou Song.
"You just relied on Zhou Tian's blood sacrifice to remove the formation. You are nothing!"
"There's no need to use tricks like stimulating generals. I've lived for thousands of years, what haven't I seen?" Zhang Dayu simply sat on the giant pillar and continued: "If my body is released from the seal, someone like you will You little reptile is not even qualified to let me look at you."
Ling Muyun grinned, feeling the thunder in the air and grinning.
"Spring Thunder Derived."
The first form of the Mo Blade Sword Technique is derived from Spring Thunder.
But I saw the ink blade's lightning flashes. Every time it slashed, the lightning would combine with the thunder power in the air.
Zhang Dayu had a bad premonition in his heart, but he couldn't explain it. After all, Ling Muyun's sword was just covered with an extra layer of thunder and lightning.
Besides, his chops didn't seem to cause any real damage, but seemed more like a flower display.
Controlling the giant pillar to emit red light, Zhang Dayu felt relieved looking at Ling Muyun's embarrassed appearance.
"The clown-like appearance makes people laugh."
Ling Muyun had a different feeling.
Chu Shou suffered a few more injuries all over his body, with more and more scars, but as he waved the ink blade, he had a feeling, that is, he was the thunder and lightning, and he was nowhere to be seen.
The eighth sword was drawn out, and the momentum disappeared.
Ling Muyun's aura actually merged with the thunder and lightning around him.
Derivatives can arise everywhere.
Ling Muyun smiled.
He finally understood why it could only be used when the thunder method was completed.
Without the purest thunder power in the world, spring thunder would not thunder, and without thunder it would not be able to generate. Then, one's subsequent slashes would be in vain.
Ling Muyun swung his knife to block a red light, then turned sideways, intending to rush towards Zhang Dayu with the knife.
However, he still underestimated the power of Spring Thunder.
He originally thought that he merged with the thunder and lightning to hide himself or increase his speed.
What he didn't expect was that he was just an idea, and who knew he would appear next to Zhang Dayu.
Such as instantaneous movement.
This scene not only shocked Zhang Dayu, but also Ling Muyun.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds before Ling Muyun stabbed out.
Zhang Dayu dodged sideways and shook his head: "Mo Shang's magical skill? Impossible. Wasn't she suppressed in Mingzhou Mountain?"
Ling Muyun failed to achieve any success with one strike, but he found the secret of the spring thunder. With a turn of the sword, he reached three feet away.
Wherever the blade points, people will come, it is derived.
Ling Muyun licked his lips, and in order to verify his thoughts, he slashed at Zhang Dayu's head with a knife.
He was still three feet away, but when the knife landed, it appeared above Zhang Dayu's head like a ghost.
Zhang Dayu couldn't dodge and used the blood curtain as a shield.
With a tearing sound like ripping silk, Zhang Dayu's forehead was cut open with a knife, and blood instantly dyed his eyes red.
Before he could counterattack, Ling Muyun had already retreated ten feet away.
Zhang Dayu was angry, and the huge pillars shot red light, intertwining into a network.
Ling Muyun was unhurried and like a ghost, even tempting red light to shoot towards Zhang Dayu.
For a moment, Zhang Dayu's palms flew, the red light in the array was chaotic, Ling Muyun flickered in and out, and the ink blade stabbed.
Suddenly, Zhang Dayu felt severe pain in his chest. When he reacted, he only saw Mo Ren's blade withdrawing from his body.
It turned out that he was stabbed through the back!
Zhang Dayu knew that if he continued like this, he would only be in chaos and would not get any advantage.
He raised his hands high, silver light splashed everywhere, and all the blood energy gathered in an instant.
"Want to escape?"
Ling Muyun instantly appeared beside Zhang Dayu, slashing dozens of knives in one breath, bringing out strings of blood flowers.
Who would have known that this wave of operations would play into Zhang Dayu's hands.
"Witch: Blood Escape."
Zhang Dayu neither recited a spell nor drew a talisman out of thin air like Jia Nianxi. He instantly turned into a billowing red smoke and fled out of the city.
"boom!"
Zhou Tian's blood sacrifice was broken, and the first central thunder suddenly fell and exploded next to Ling Muyun unexpectedly.
Fortunately, the spring thunder derivative was still there, and Ling Muyun hid a few feet away when the thunder fell, otherwise, he would have stood in the city cleanly.
Especially the new eyebrows and hair will shine like braised eggs with a bluish light.
"Jia Nianxi!"
"Brother Ling! I'm here."
Jia Nianxi's voice came out along with the gurgling black smoke underground: "If you can break Zhou Tian's blood sacrifice, Brother Ling may have reached the realm of a pseudo-grandmaster."
The division of spiritual realms has always been blurry.
According to the Northwest King, the aristocratic families in the Jin Dynasty were meticulous in their work and divided them clearly. But for Ling Muyun, it seemed that no one had ever mentioned to him how to divide them.
I just roughly listened to what the Northwest King said and knew that above the Grand Master level, there are also pseudo-celestial beings and Tianjun realms.
Even in the master realm, separated from ordinary people, they only know these four words, but they don't know the principle.
"Grandmaster realm is rare, so it's not that easy to break through." Ling Muyun shook his head with a wry smile on his face.
"After taking off the mortal body, what I pursue is higher. How can I let you see it so easily?"
When all cultivators reach the master realm, they will devote themselves to cultivation, hoping that one day they will break through the gates of heaven and soar to the sky.
Only those who have no hope of becoming a master walk in the world, either for power or profit.
"Is it so easy to reach the Grandmaster level?"
"There are fake words, which means that the realm is stuck."
"Then what state am I in?"
"how could I know."
"And you?"
"Pseudo-grandmaster realm."
"Where is the Northwest King?"
"The Realm of Heaven and Humanity."
"How do you know that you have reached the master level?"
"Brother Ling, the loud shouting outside the city means that Peng Huang and Xu Jiong are really here. If you keep asking, Zhang Dayu will not be able to catch up." Jia Nianxi sighed.
Those who have practiced to this level and don't even know their own realm are even rarer than the master realm.
"Zhang Dayu used Blood Escape." Ling Muyun looked at the horizon.
The setting sun is like fire, but there is no trace of Zhang Dayu anywhere.
"Blood Escape, I am his ancestor!"
Jia Nianxi's mouth was filled with pride, and Jia Nanfeng appeared behind him. He puffed up his cheeks and sucked in the black air from the city into his belly.
"It can't be wasted. Opportunities for five thousand obsessions are rare."
Jia Nianxi patted Jia Nanfeng's belly with satisfaction and continued: "Brother Ling, grab my mother's ankle and I will take you flying."
After saying that, riding on Jia Nanfeng's neck, a black energy instantly enveloped the two of them.
"You can't fly across the sky until you reach the heavenly realm. Let me experience the feeling of ascension in advance."
"Why can't I ride or stand on Jia Nanfeng's head?" Ling Muyun felt a little uncomfortable about touching his heels.
"Because she is my mother, I can only ride her."
Jia Nianxi waved his hand, and Jia Nanfeng rose into the air and chased Zhang Dayu quickly in the direction of his escape.
"Is Jia Nanfeng in the realm of heaven and human beings?"
Ling Muyun endured the stench and asked.
"Brother Ling, you talk a bit too much!" Jia Nianxi glared at him pretending to be angry, and continued: "Container."
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