Seven days of blood rain, no more, no less, exactly seven days. These days, Mu Yang didn't care at all if anything would happen, because he was in retreat again. The secrets in the Soul Mirror have not yet been clarified, and must be done as soon as possible.

However, although the Ice Shield is mysterious, the Holy Lord has also emphasized that there will be no problems. But young disciples are always young disciples, they have too little experience, and their cultivation is not too high. Even for gifted disciples, the worries in their hearts still exist.

For seven days, many disciples walked on thin ice. The disciples who guarded everywhere did not dare to slack off. The barrier has always been unharmed, as long as they check the stability regularly. But these seven days are like years.

The crazy invasion of the blood rain, although it can't break the ice shield, but it is like the feeling of a knife hanging overhead, which is really uncomfortable. As a result, most of the time, many disciples could only immerse themselves in cultivation.

Only by entering the space of the realm of divine consciousness can the state of mind be stabilized. And they all clearly know that the Holy Lord is sitting in the secret room of the sect, even if they have any existence that they can't deal with, the Holy Lord will sense it as soon as possible.

So, with such thoughts, they were embarrassed to spend these seven days. The seven-day blood rain did not cause any substantial harm to the Holy Sect at all. It's just that when the ice shroud is broken, a wonderful scene appears.

Rushing... Rushing... Pink hail fell from the sky. Many disciples stood in the square, and everyone's eyes were full of astonishment. How could the hail be pink? The mystery of it is only known to Muyang.

In the secret room, Mu Yang was still cultivating with his eyes closed. At a certain moment, he opened his eyes, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth: "Hehe...... And so it was. Thank you again this time, my dear Saint King's seniors. "The smile is a little treacherous.

"Hmph! You're going to use me as a gunman! I must have done something wrong to meet a cunning fellow like you. I think that this seat was the strongest person in this heaven and earth, the honor of the holy king, not everyone can do it. ”

"If others know that you actually used the Qi of the Holy King to turn into an ice shield, in order to save energy, and directly used it to dissolve the power of blood rain, such a violent thing will definitely be condemned by everyone, it is really unreasonable. ”

Hearing this, Mu Yang stood up and smiled mysteriously: "Senior Saint King, you can't say that. What have you stayed with me for, aren't you able to one day rely on my strength and reforge your body?"

There is no such thing as a free lunch, and there is no pie in the sky. Since there is a request for others, then it is natural that you should pay a certain price. It's a given. His eyes turned and he said mysteriously, "Are you still willing to enter the soul mirror?"

His face changed, and he felt a little palpitating. The Holy King subconsciously stepped back. The subtlety in the soul mirror is too serious for the devouring of essence. He'd already tried it once and didn't want to do it a second time.

"Okay, this is what you said, as long as I help you solve the crisis of blood rain, you will not let me continue to enter the soul mirror. Now that the difficulties have passed, there is nothing for me to do, right?" I didn't expect the Holy King to be forced to such a point.

Looking outside, Mu Yang was a little stunned. The previous time, it took so many twists and turns to resolve the erosion of the blood rain. But this time, it's so easy that everything is really changing.

Just as Mu Yang was stunned, a strange thing suddenly flashed in his consciousness. His eyes sank and he closed his eyes. The scene changed, and with his hands behind his back, he faced the person in front of him in the void, a red shadow.

"What else do you have, use it now, I don't have time to spend it with you all the time. The day of the war between you and me has not yet arrived, and I can't imagine that you are so uncomposed. Mu Yang said unhurriedly.

In front of him was a red shadow, filled with the power of rich blood qi. The constant change on his face made him know at a glance that it was not a spiritual force. The man said hoarsely: "Muyang, the deity will come back, and he will definitely come back." ”

I've heard this many times, so I'll say it when you can come back. Mu Yang raised his hand and waved, and a golden light filled him, directly forcibly pulling his consciousness back. The Holy Lord is at the mercy of others.

But just as he broke through the Blood Venerable's spatial consciousness, he suddenly felt a force in his body that became very uneasy. Observing intently, his heart moved: "Why does the soul power fluctuate abnormally at this time......?"

With a turn of thought, Muyang's afterimage flashed and appeared in front of the soul mirror. He had not been able to enter before, and seemed to be repelled by a mysterious force. But at this moment, he felt an unusual aura that was surging.

Condensing his body, Mu Yang stared at the soul mirror flying in front of him, a little surprised: "Girl, do you want to sense me? Do you want to see me? This is your origin power, so you still have the ability to sense?"

Muttering to himself, the remnant soul of the Holy King kept looking at him. I saw a whirlpool-like enchantment open on the soul mirror, and a suction force slowly sucked Mu Yang into it. At this time, the Holy King flashed up, wanting to stop Mu Yang's actions.

Bang! Bang! A huge force swept the Saint King directly into the air. The figure flowed, and it was not easy to stabilize: "It's not good, this soul mirror is too mysterious, I don't know what kind of situation it will be like after entering, it's too dangerous." ”

When Mu Yang directly entered the soul mirror, the fluctuation disappeared instantly. Even the repulsion fluctuations on the soul mirror disappeared. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary mirror, and there is nothing special about it at all.

The cyclone pulled into space, and the white fog in front of his eyes was so vast that he could barely see anything clearly. With a wave of his hand, the mist slowly dissipated. I saw that this was actually a place he was very familiar with, in front of a small courtyard.

"This is the land of the soul clan, in the small courtyard where the girl was back then?" Muyang was a little puzzled, but he still remembered it clearly. The environment is very familiar, and although it has changed over the years, it has not changed at all, and it is full of their memories.

A shadow stood quietly in the flower garden in the center of the courtyard. Seeing Muyang, a gentle smile rose at the corner of her mouth. Who is this not Linlin's girl? It's just that Muyang was faintly a little uneasy: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

As soon as Lianbu moved, the girl appeared in front of Mu Yang lightly: "Is there something wrong?This is the space in the soul mirror, full of the breath of soul power, isn't it a matter of course that I can appear here?"

Without waiting for Muyang to speak, Lin Lin continued: "Actually, I am very clear about everything that is happening in the outside world. Brother Muyang, do you still not see the essence clearly? Do you still want to continue to persevere?"

"What do you mean by that?" Mu Yang's heart moved, as if he had guessed something. Because at this moment, there are two words written on Linlin's face, that is, let go! Doesn't she want to persevere? Can she really have such determination?

(End of chapter)