Feeling the fluctuation of the faint fire artistic conception that suddenly rippled out of Xia Mu's body, the black-robed monk's face also changed sharply involuntarily, and the hole cards on the other party's body were really endless, and they were stronger and stronger every time.

At first, he just had the idea of teasing Xia Mu and fought with the other party, even if Xia Mu later showed the secret method of forcibly improving his strength, he was not in a hurry, because as long as the time came, Xia Mu would naturally be beaten back to his original form, and even suffered from the backlash of the secret method, and fell into a short period of weakness.

However, at this moment, looking at the figure rushing forward in front of him, the contempt in his heart had completely disappeared, and he gradually began to regard Xia Mu as an opponent of the same level.

Holding a black spear in his hand, the black-robed monk looked coldly at Xia Mu, who was approaching at great speed, with a hint of sharpness in his eyes, he knew that he had to show his true strength, otherwise if he unfortunately lost, not to mention what that guy would think, at least the treasure on Xia Mu's body could not be obtained, and it would be difficult for him to get out of the way. Therefore, no matter how much he despised Xia Mu before, he had to be serious at this time.

"I will take back the previous words now, you are now qualified to be my opponent, and in order to show respect for you, I have decided to go all out. There was a little solemnity on his face, and the black spiritual power was like a rushing river, gushing out of the black-robed monk's body in a steady stream, and finally condensed into balls of dark light on his body, surrounding the black-robed monk's body.

On the surface of the ball of light, the ghostly light flickered, exuding faint spatial fluctuations, and at the same time, the spear in the black-robed monk's hand suddenly dispersed, turning into a void silk intertwined with him, this is the second use of the void silk, "silk armor".

The so-called Void Silk is a kind of fierce beast called the Void Silkworm spitting, its characteristics are inherently compatible with space, and the Void Armor transformed by it is so strong that it can transfer ninety percent of the damage of the attack to the void. At this time, the black-robed monk showed it, just planning to fight with Xia Mu with all his might, with this void armor guarding, even if he was carelessly hit by Xia Mu, he would not suffer much damage.

The dark ball of light trembled slightly, and immediately burst out with a sharp sound under the control of the black-robed monk, disappearing in an instant, and when it reappeared, it had already firmly surrounded Xia Mu.

A total of ninety-nine eighty-one dark light balls instantly enveloped Xia Mu according to a strange formation, and then the space fluctuated, and the space within a hundred zhang of Xia Mu's body actually began to condense little by little like ice.

This method of condensing space with one hand is enough to see that the black-robed monk's comprehension of the artistic conception of emptiness has reached an extremely advanced level, and he can seal the monk of the same level with a snap of his fingers, and if he waits until the space is completely condensed, it will not be easy for even the monk of the Five Elements Realm to break the seal.

Therefore, before this space could be completely condensed, Xia Mu had to break this cage. His right fist was clenched, and he immediately slammed forward in an extremely ordinary straight fist position.

"Broken!"

Xia Mu's straight punch was very standard, without a bit of fancy contained in it, but it was powerful and heavy, and with an indomitable momentum, it instantly tore the air and bombarded the condensed space.

"Bang!" Under the punch, the space faintly fluctuated, and the condensed space was instantly pierced by Xia Mu's punch, and then the strength of the punch did not decrease, and it bombarded the ground with a sharp roar, drawing a deep ravine.

This scene is enough to see the strength of Xia Mu's blow, and seeing the strength of Xia Mu's punch, the pupils in the eyes of the black-robed monk couldn't help but shrink slightly, but then there was a trace of smugness on his face. Because just a moment after Xia Mu broke through the condensation space, the killing move brewed by the black-robed monk had already entered the final stage.

Looking at Xia Mu, who had just come out of the predicament in front of him, the black-robed monk looked indifferent, and said softly: "Little empty kill." ”

He didn't exhale, but these four words were like rolling thunder, exploding in the entire Starry Sky Palace, and even Mu Qingxian who were trapped in other cloud and mist cages could hear it clearly.

Under Xia Mu's gaze, he pointed his index finger straight at the dome of the main hall.

Buzzing, the space around him began to fluctuate violently, as if the calm lake surface was suddenly broken by raindrops, and then the entire space began to become distorted, and an incomparably terrifying aura suddenly descended within a radius of thousands of feet.

The fluctuating space began to flood one by one, and they quickly grew larger, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into pitch-black spatial vortices around the black-robed monk.

In the spatial vortex, the black-robed monk's robe was windless, and around him, the pitch-black spatial vortex was still expanding, they were expanding outward at an astonishing speed, and the rubble produced by the previous battle between the two began to leave the ground at this time and was sucked into those spatial vortices.

The black-robed monk's eyes were solemn, in order to support the growth of these spatial vortexes, the spiritual power in his body was extremely consumed, and at this time, more than half of the spiritual power in his body had been consumed, but his gaze was still firm.

Since he comprehended the artistic conception of emptiness, he has been groping on this path, and now he has created a total of two types of spiritual arts, one is called "Small Air Killing", and the other is "Big Air Killing".

The small air killing is to use the monk's own comprehension of the artistic conception of emptiness to create spatial vortices, and then use the principle of isotopic resonance to make these spatial vortices continue to grow, and when these spatial vortices grow strong enough, the tearing force generated between their mutual rotation is enough to shatter everything.

It is with this type of small air killing that the black-robed monk can be ranked twenty-second on the ground list, but this type of spiritual art also has a flaw, that is, it takes a certain amount of time to brew, and the longer it is brewed, the more powerful it is. And if the strength of the black-robed monk was raised to another level and given him enough time, he would even dare to conclude that even the Divine Son, who was ranked first on the earth list, would not dare to take his small air kill.

The spatial vortex rotated, and the hurricane brought up the ground of the main hall to scratch deep scratches one after another, and the debris flew and was swept into the depths of the spatial vortex.

This hand is much more powerful than all the previous attacks.

Xia Mu's expression was solemn, but there was no fear in his heart, after seeing Han Feng and the Yin Yang Saint Lord fighting, the battle in front of him was no longer enough to make him afraid.

Although I am strong, I am not afraid.

Slowly closing his eyes, Xia Mu took the nameless spirit determination as a guide, and began to work hard to communicate with the origin of the fire in his heart.

The path to enlightenment can be divided into three steps, one is to perceive the artistic conception of the Great Dao, which is considered to be the entry, the other is to perceive the law of the Great Dao, which is a small achievement, and when the monk can comprehend the origin of the Great Dao, the path of enlightenment has been completed, and if the original source can condense the imprint of the Great Dao, then the Great Dao Road is complete.

The black-robed monk's perception of the artistic conception of emptiness has reached an extremely high level, and he has touched the edge of the law, although there is still a long way to go to control the law of the Great Dao, but compared to Xia Mulai, it is already much stronger. I saw that the spatial vortex around the black-robed monk was getting bigger and bigger, and the pulling force generated by the rotation between the vortices had reached an extremely terrifying level, and the violent hurricane had begun to shake Xia Mu's body, but he didn't realize it.

Gradually, Xia Mu's body began to light up with a faint red light, this light looked simple and impermanent, like the lights of thousands of homes, but no matter how raging the hurricane, it could no longer shake Xia Mu's figure.

Boom Boom!

The hard-looking ground began to crack in patches, and the huge bluestones were sucked up by the suction in the center of the whirlpool, and then swept into them and twisted into pieces.

The light of this piece of heaven and earth began to dim under the rotation of the nine spatial whirlpools, and the sharp wind whistle became deeper and lower, making people palpitate.

Xia Mu's body had become dark at this time, and it could be seen that the nine spatial vortices around the black-robed monk had appeared above Xia Mu's head at some point, and they were constantly falling slowly.

Bang bang bang!

There were constantly rubble that were driven by the nine spatial vortices to smash towards Xia Mu, but as long as they got close to Xia Mu's body, they were all burned and melted into ashes. Within the three zhang area of the red light around Xia Mu's body, it was like a peaceful zone, not affected by the spatial vortex in the slightest.

A bluestone weighing more than 10,000 catties slammed into Xia Mu like a sharp arrow from the string, but before he could get close to him, it was torn to pieces by the raging hurricane.

The spiritual power in the black-robed monk's body had already consumed sixty percent at this time, but he still didn't stop, and the black spiritual power poured into his palm, converging into a black dot in his palm.

Xia Mu's tenacity made the black-robed monk a little admired, but if the opponent's skills were poor at this, then everything should be over.

The nine poles are one, it is for the "Great Air Killing!"

With a flick of the black-robed monk's palm, the black dot that almost condensed the last fifty percent of his spiritual power flew out and instantly fell into the center of the nine spatial vortices.

Then a horrific scene ensued.

In the process of descending, the nine spatial vortices with a diameter of 100 zhang suddenly began to close towards the center, turning into a space storm with a diameter of 1,000 zhang away, and at the edge of this space storm, countless air currents quickly rotated and cut.

A sharp spatial wind blade broke through the space around the red light, leaving a blood mark on Xia Mu's face, but before the blood could flow out, the wound healed automatically.

The other party is really amazing.

Under the space storm, Xia Mu looked at the behemoth that was slowly suppressed and let out a sigh of emotion. He can see it now, the black-robed monk's small air killing and big air killing are actually not completed by him alone, whether it is the small space vortex or the formation of this space storm now, it is all pulled by the black-robed monk using the artistic conception of emptiness.

In other words, the spiritual magic performed by the black-robed monk itself was only an introduction, and it was the space itself that really formed this spatial storm, which, in layman's terms, was the so-called power of nature in the mouths of mortals.

Oh, it's been a long time since I've encountered such a life-and-death crisis.

Xia Mu raised his head, his eyes calm.