Cheng Tian obviously also noticed this weird smile, and he was a little flustered in his heart, but reason still prevailed.

How could a hairy boy who had just entered the heavenly realm withstand his full blow?

But the next moment, he felt that his thoughts were wrong, and behind him, a figure of Lin Muye appeared again, as if it was a doppelganger technique, but the outline of the figure was a little blurred.

Lin Muye's other figure attracted the power of heaven and earth, and his palm propped up the top of his head to release the strongest blow again: "Qiankun Seal!"

On the other side of the broken Yin and Yang Bagua Array, another complete, more oppressive Bagua Giant Array appeared.

Cheng Tian was a little flustered.

"The art of clones?" he shook his head as he looked at this complete, majestic soul power Bagua Array, and quickly denied himself, "If it is a clone, it is impossible to have a spell skill that is stronger than the main body!"

It's like a secret art!Or maybe it has something to do with his eyes!

Cheng Tian's gaze slowly fixed on Lin Muye's blood-colored eyes, and the three black hook jade were swirling with a bleak light.

"Drink!" Cheng Tian began to control the ice spikes around him, and the speed of rotation was more than doubled.

"Even if you have a secret technique, it is a dead end! Don't forget, only who has the strongest spiritual power in this world can be the king, and now in front of you, I am the lion who rules the grassland!" Cheng Tian's flying hair completely obscured the left half of his face, and the remaining half of his eyes showed a chilling gaze.

Bursts of blue spiritual power ripples emanating from around the ice spikes released a chilling aura.

The color of the light inside the Divine Pavilion was dark, and the ice spikes that were originally blue seemed to be covered with a layer of black smoke.

Cheng Tian stretched out his palms.

"Whoosh!"

Several ice spikes rushed straight towards Lin Muye.

Capture the thief and capture the king first, and the easiest way to break through the Yin and Yang Bagua Array is to severely damage or kill Lin Muye.

Ice spikes are like blades, carrying a dull sound of wind.

Just at the moment when the ice spike and Lin Muye were about to make contact, Lin Muye disappeared!

"Whoosh!" Ice Spikes scurried all the way to the shelves of the Divine Pavilion with the sound of breaking wind, and were shattered by the power of the enchantment, scattering fragments everywhere.

"Huh?" Cheng Tian hurriedly turned back, and another figure disappeared.

"Are you just going to run away?" Cheng Tian said through gritted teeth, this Lin Muye was probably deserted and fled.

Cheng Tian grabbed a piece of spiritual power in the palm of his hand and turned it into an ice crystal, and instantly threw it in the air, and after injecting spiritual power into the ice crystal, it shone with several dazzling rays of light.

After the brilliance, the Divine Pavilion gradually became clearer, looking at the surrounding scene through the ice crystals, there were purple-gold soul power currents slowly circulating in the place where Lin Muye was, slowly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This ice crystal can observe the spiritual energy flow left by the cultivator.

I saw that a purple-gold aura of soul power was connected like a hemp rope to the other end of the gloomy corner hidden in the northwest of the Divine Pavilion.

Cheng Tian found Lin Muye's hiding place, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his body slowly approached the place where the purple-gold soul power was the thickest.

"Lin Muye, you're dead!" Cheng Tian sneered, raised the ice blade in his hand, condensed enough spiritual power, and instantly stabbed in the direction of Lin Muye's hiding place.

"Bang!" the ice blade seemed to hit the tough steel, making a crisp but extremely violent crashing sound.

Cheng Tian's arm was also numb by the force of the rebound.

"What the hell?" Cheng Tian took a step back, shook his arm, and continued to bless the spiritual power on the ice blade, which grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The huge ice blade turned into a three-meter-long giant blade and slammed it in the direction of Lin Muye.

"Bell!" the ice blade slammed into the steel, which was Cheng Tian's first reaction.

However, when his eyes lifted, he realized what the previous two attacks had pressed on.

Lin Muye slowly walked out from behind the darkness.

"You ......" Cheng Tian raised his head and pointed at Lin Muye's huge figure, speechless.

At this time, Lin Muye was wrapped in a huge purple-gold armor, and the soul power helmet on his head seemed to weigh a thousand catties.

He also held a sharp giant knife in his hand that had been transformed into soul power, although it was not as powerful as the magic knife, it was much stronger than nothing.

"Secret Technique: Psychic Technique!"

A trembling voice erupted from Lin Muye's throat, and the voice that had been suppressed for a long time was finally released at this moment.

Lin Muye's majestic hair was in the center of the eyebrows of the purple-gold giant.

His body felt like it was in amber, but it could be swayed at will.

"Didn't you say that you are like a lion who rules the grassland?" the corners of Lin Muye's mouth twitched slightly.

The huge purple-gold body stretched out a sharp claw, and suddenly grabbed Cheng Tian's neck and lifted him up.

Cheng Tian's face was red, he couldn't speak, and his mouth was foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were abrupt.

"Die!" Lin Muye shouted, ready to break his neck.

"Bang!" Cheng Tian turned into a burst of white mist.

"Huh?" Lin Muye opened his mouth in surprise, and Cheng Tian turned into a puff of smoke.

The real body must have been hiding when he wasn't looking.

Feel a cold wind behind you.

"Here!" Lin Muye's pupils constricted, and he turned around instantly.

A huge ice blade actually slashed down from above in a daze, forming a cold blue ray of light that slashed down from Lin Muye's head.

said that it was too late, Lin Muye's reaction ability had been improved to the strongest, and he had already warned in advance of Cheng Tian's sudden attack, coupled with the addition of the writing wheel eye, he easily dodged Cheng Tian's attack.

"You can force me into such a situation! You're not simple!" Cheng Tian raised the giant blade that was extremely inconsistent with his figure, and the blue spiritual power in his hand became extremely manic.

"Die!" The dull voice set off a wave of battle, not only Cheng Tian, but Lin Muye also let out a roar and roar, and the glow from the collision of the two huge weapons kept shining on the ceiling of the Divine Pavilion, covering the beautiful pattern with a layer of extremely violent color.

"Bang, bang, bang!" The sound of the impact was continuous, like thunder resounding through the sky.

"Cheng Tian, I want your life!" Lin Muye shouted, and the purple-gold light knife in his hand instantly shattered into dots of soul energy.

I saw Lin Muye's fist clenched suddenly, and the surrounding aura instantly gathered in his palm!

"Treasure Book of Gods and Demons!" Lin Muye roared angrily in his heart, greedily devouring Zhou Weidong's aura.

Although the use of the Gods and Demons Tome can quickly condense soul power and aura, it also needs to be continuously absorbed and dissolved, and the aura that has not been dissolved will be extremely manic and cannot be used for one's own use.

The corners of Lin Muye's mouth rose slightly, he was going to fight with Cheng Tian and lose both!

From the very beginning, he knew that there was a gap of 108,000 li between the cultivators and the cultivators of the Dan Formation Stage.

Lin Muye had a writing wheel eye and a variety of powerful secret techniques, so he barely managed to tie with Cheng Tian.

If he doesn't use some strange tricks, I'm afraid that within 300 rounds, he will fall into the disadvantage, and then he will be completely passive.

The immortal master saw Lin Muye's movements, and his head buzzed.

"This kid, how can he actually know the exercises in the Heavenly Immortal Record?" The immortal master touched his beard, and the exercises of extremely fast condensing spiritual energy were only possessed by the Heavenly Immortal Record, and the Heavenly Immortal Record was an immortal book that was not born.