Lan Xian'er was not injured, but her face looked extremely angry.

She thought it was wrong just now, but it felt very strange, so she didn't care much.

However, it was this indifferent thing that made her suffer, and she had even suffered from it since the beginning.

She sealed her cultivation, and her cultivation level dropped to the early stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, but the wood name was different.

Although the aura emitted was in the early stage, Mu Ming's combat power was in the middle stage. Although the spirit body had not condensed, his understanding and use of power had passed the middle stage.

The divine power is still in the middle stage, but these divine powers are used to build spiritual bodies, so they are not reflected in their cultivation.

Lan Xian'er's cultivation is truly self-proclaimed. The amount of divine power flowing out of the meridians in her body can be regarded as a fixed number, but the name of the wood is not.

Therefore, there is still a big gap in strength, so I was defeated.

"Are you lied to me?"

Lan Xian'er was angry. Unlike before, she was really angry. Half of this anger came from her own observation and half from Mu Ming, which was Mu Ming's deception.

However, Lan Xian'er quickly blamed Mu Ming for his own general.

She ignored her previous words and directly untied her own seal. When her cultivation level was dispersed, huge peaks appeared around her, with terrifying momentum.

"Have you mastered all the mountains and sea totems?"

Looking at the mountains in front of him, Mu Ming's expression became much more serious. On that day, the vine man summoned this magic, but beat the disciples to no avail.

However, Mu Ming was not afraid, but was vaguely expecting. He had not mastered these totems yet, so he wanted to know even more that he didn't know how big the gap would be after humans and monsters used the same magical powers.

However, Mu Ming did not dare to be careless. When his mind moved, his divine power surged out, and the original Dantian was even more urgently circulating.

In just a moment of kung fu, white mist appeared around the wood name. This was not the alchemy fire, but the change of the rain mark and the fog transformation.

The fog looks light and fluttering, but at this time the magical runes were blessed by the wooden name, so naturally there was a difference, and the fog became extremely tough.

This is a body protection technique, but it is much stronger than the body protection light.

This is another change in the rain mark.

Under Lan Xian'er's control, huge peaks rushed over like ferocious beasts.

The fog around the wood name exploded and dissipated as soon as it touched the mountain, but the fog seemed endless, constantly emerging and erasing the mountain.

The peaks are not entities, but are constructed by runes, so they gradually become blurred in constant collisions.

However, Mu Ming's cultivation level was lower after all, so when the fifth mountain came to the end, Mu Ming's body was revealed.

However, the solemn expression of Mu Ming before was slightly slowed down. After all, the mountain and the ones that changed from the Vine Man were much different. However, the Vine Man's realm did not reach the Yuanling Realm, but the magic he used was extremely powerful.

"In this way, the monster itself is on the one hand, and on the other hand, it should be the power of the Supreme Realm."

Mu Ming had a conspiracy in his mind. The strength of the Teng Man reached the small supreme realm, and his cultivation level had already left this category. He was the supreme in this realm, and he was not afraid of group battles.

But now Lan Xian'er obviously has not reached this level, but she is not weak anymore.

After seeing her magical powers breaking Mu Ming's body protection technique, Lan Xian'er was not happy, but instead she had a stronger sense of fighting in her eyes.

"Fish the moon in the water!"

Suddenly, Lan Xian'er shouted lightly, and a stream of light blue mist appeared on her body. After these mists appeared, Mu Ming felt frightened, and an invisible oppression appeared directly in his heart.

Yuanling Mist!

This is a unique method for cultivators in the Yuanling Realm, and it is the fog produced after experiencing the artistic conception.

At this time, Mu Ming saw the fog.

This is not the first time that Mu Ming has seen this fog. He has also seen it in Duanxiang Tower. He was chased for a long time, and all the things that touched the black fog turned into dust.

It can be said that after this fog appears, it means a real fight.

The same is true now.

The fog condensed rapidly, and then turned into a water flow slowly and then flowed in the platform. Almost in an instant, the battle platform was filled with water. Mu Ming wanted to hide, but it was found that the fog turned into an unavoidable water flow and emerged from all places. This was the case where the fog was Luo Sandao, and there was no murderous intent.

But Wood Name does not think that the fog is not threatening. On the contrary, the water flow formed by the fog is absolutely killing people invisibly.

Water is invisible, and when it becomes a magical power, it can also kill people and be invisible.

There were ripples in the Battle Taichung, and there was water flowing everywhere, but it did not flow out. Instead, it was controlled in the Battle Taichung. The water surface was shining with a dark blue color, and the wood name could see his shadow reflected in it.

Mu Ming's feet were also wet with water flow, as if they were really ordinary water flow. However, Mu Ming felt a chill, which directly penetrated his soul and made cold sweat appear on his back.

Seeing this, Lan Xian'er sneered, and her seal method changed, and her right hand pressed towards the water surface.

There was no fluctuation in this press, and there was no ripple on the water surface, but Mu Ming felt something he had lost, as if he had lost his soul, and an inexplicable sense of palpitations and hollowness.

My mind was also in a daze, and there was a hazy feeling in front of me, but this feeling quickly disappeared and my vision was no longer blurred, but Mu Ming saw a strange scene.

The reflection that was originally under his feet actually left him, but floated towards Lan Xian'er in the water like a swimming fish.

Wood Name did not stop it. In fact, Wood Name was powerless to stop it. For some reason, his body could not move, as if there was an invisible chain that locked him.

Lan Xian'er's five fingers were gathered together and he snatched his floating reflection, and the reflection was caught in her hands, as if he was catching a small fish.

At this moment, Mu Ming felt that his body had regained freedom. He was covered in cold sweat, and a feeling of weakness appeared out of thin air.

Mu Ming's body shook and fell to the ground and could no longer stand.

The reflection in Lan Xian'er's hand turned into an inch tall little man, just like Mu Ming, just closing his eyes and sleeping.

When Mu Ming saw this villain, he seemed to see himself, and a strong thought arose in his heart.

"There is a soul in the human body. This soul exists in the body and can only be manifested after being transformed into a god. The little man in my hand is a trace of your soul. You should thank me for letting you see clearly the appearance of your soul. Ordinary people will never be able to see it even if they are in their last life."

Lan Xian'er said slowly, and a little bit towards the little man, Mu Mingbi felt a powerful force directly acting on her body, invisible, but it really existed.

"The Art of Curse?"

Mu Ming sat in the water flow transformed by Lan Xian'er's magical powers and said weakly.

When Lan Xian'er saw Mu Ming's appearance, her anger in her heart slowed down a little.

"This is the supernatural power in my clan. I have only been practicing for a long time before I can be so good. I have never used it. You are lucky. However, it is better to let you suffer a little. Otherwise, you really think I am easy to bully, but if you call me sister, I will let you go."

Lan Xian'er's expression returned to her previous appearance. Obviously, Mu Ming's appearance made him feel very comfortable.

Mu Ming nodded in the water, but it seemed extremely difficult, but he did not intend to give up and call his sister. He just whispered: "So that's it. This is the change of the power of artistic conception. The Yuanling Realm is probably a state related to the soul, right?"

Lan Xian'er nodded when she heard this, and said, "It's a smart boy, not that the power of artistic conception is something you can control."

"Maybe."

After saying that, Mu Ming slowly stood up. Seeing this, Lan Xian'er felt strange in her heart for some reason, and the little man in her hand was even more squeezed by her.

However, Mu Ming was fine, and slowly closed his eyes.

Lan Xian'er's strange feeling became more and more sensitive, but without waiting for her to react, Mu Ming shouted loudly: "Fish the moon in the water!"

When Lan Xian'er heard this, she only felt that she had heard it wrong.

However, when he saw black mist emerge from Mu Ming's body, and the mist turned into drops of black liquid and fell to the ground and formed a black water flow, her face changed drastically.

How is that possible!

This was the voice in her heart, but before she could shout it out, Mu Ming had already taken action.

It was almost the same action, but the owner of this action changed.

As soon as the wooden name pressed towards the water, Lan Xian'er's shadow had already left his body, and the dark blue water flow transformed by her magical powers had been covered or eroded.

This water flow was transformed by her artistic conception, but at this moment she felt that it was as uncomfortable as being bitten by millions of mosquitoes.

Moreover, the feeling of fatigue is stronger, the paler face is, and there is no strength to move.

Her body was no longer able to relieve the biting feeling, and her eyes began to become unconscious. Her body felt a sense of erratic out of thin air, without any weight, and then she fell directly into the black water flow.

Wooden name grabbed the blue shadow wandering over. Lan Xian'er's face turned pale and a muffled shout. The little man with the soul mark of Wooden Name in his hand also fell into the water and turned into the shadow of Wooden Name.

Seeing this, Mu Ming grabbed the shadow, and the shadow fell into the palm of his hand.

"Is the soul? It's similar to the spiritual body."

After saying that, the little man in his hand disappeared but the reflection of the wooden name reappeared in the black water flow.

Lan Xian'er was full of disbelief at this time and didn't notice that the situation between the two had turned upside down.

"How is this possible...This is a magic trick in my clan..."

Mu Ming did not respond. He felt the chill that the cold sweat on his back would bring. Mu Ming felt a little more indifferent in his heart, which was a sign of solemnity.

"If there is no satisfactory answer, I will keep it for you."

"No...no, I beg you...no!"

After Mu Ming said that, Lan Xian'er almost jumped up in a hurry, but Mu Ming grabbed the little man in his hand, Lan Xian'er immediately collapsed to the ground, her eyes full of begging.

Mu Ming didn't continue to force her, but just looked at her coldly.
Chapter completed!