With a flick of his fingers, he laid down a formation that had been laid in Ape Seventy-Nine's tent, enveloping the four human monks who were standing outside his tent, and if Ape Seventy-Nine and those generals saw that the formation of Yeyang at the moment was just a snap of his fingers, he would definitely have a black line on his face.

However, why Yeyang did so many bells and whistles in front of them naturally has his reasons.

If they all knew that it was just a snap of their fingers to lay down the formation, and the formation did not require too many conditions and spirit stones, and even half an hour was more, then the nature would be different.

"When you're tired, rest and rest, and don't let anyone else go in and disturb me, just say I'm tired. ”

With that, Yeyang also threw out a jade bottle with several pills and fell into the hands of one of them, and then fled into the tent as well.

As soon as he entered the tent, Yeyang let the aura film wrap around his clothes and body.

What was presented in the whole tent was the scene of wind and sand flying by from time to time, and Wang Lan, who was standing in front of the "drawing board", looked meditative.

Unaware of the arrival of the night sun, he scribbled on the drawing board with a large stroke of his brush, and soon a dragon turtle appeared on the drawing board.

It is a portrait that is indistinguishable from the martial spirit of Wang Badao, the only fly in the ointment is that Wang Badao is real, and both the eyes and demeanor in this portrait are far from the word lifelike.

But for this formation, the most important thing is not how well it is drawn, but what the meaning is in the heart when it is drawn.

Obviously, Wang Lan has entered a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding that even if Yeyang explained it in advance, as time went by, Wang Lan still gradually walked into it.

"Originally, it was supplemented by imagery, but if you only study its shape and don't study the meaning, what is the use of painting it well?"

As soon as the words fell, Yeyang also drew a linen dress to squeeze the dragon turtle drawn by Wang Lan away, and soon, in the tent, there were also some flowers and plants, and with the control of Yeyang, many thorns also appeared from it and spit out non-toxic white gas, but it was enough to wake up Wang Lan, who was immersed in his own world.

And the one who was awakened by the night sun was also enlightened, and quickly stopped his obsession with the beauty and ugliness of the portrait.

Seeing this, Yeyang also knew that Wang Lan had finally come out of the superficial problem of the beauty and ugliness of the portrait, and when he recovered his mood and spirit and painted another painting, everything would be different.

"Let's lock up my aura first, I won't practice for the time being. ”

Wang Lan said to Yeyang as he walked towards him, and the eyes that looked at Yeyang were no longer the murderous motives hidden not long ago.

"Good. ”

did not refuse Wang Lan's request, Yeyang waved his hand and fell a little spiritual energy filament towards Wang Lan's body, and as the aura silk was integrated into Wang Lan's body, Wang Lan's cultivation realm fell from Xuanyang to Xuanling again.

Immediately afterward, Yeyang popped out another little aura, isolating Wang Lan's divine consciousness power on the surface of her body, making it impossible for her to use her divine soul power to visit other things.

In this regard, even Wang Lan, who had been prepared for a long time, was still very surprised.

You must know that the power of divine consciousness comes from the divine soul, and unless there is a special means, such as the "divine consciousness technique" and other martial arts, it is almost impossible to be so soft, just affect the divine soul of others, and not kill it.

"Is this another peculiar use of aura in that array of cultivation exercises?"

Asking Yeyang about the use of her divine sense that the aura had blocked her, Wang Lan's eyes were full of starlight.

This kind of her is something that Wang Badao has never seen, and even the king bird who has a good relationship with her has never seen her show that expectant smile, and the look between her eyes is so bright, at least, it has not been since they were sensible.

Slightly stunned, Yeyang, who was stunned, coughed softly to hide his embarrassment, and then responded:

"I have never practiced that array of exercises, and as for the exercises I have practiced, I am afraid I can't tell you, but I can also teach you these 'small' methods. ”

When the words fell, Wang Lan's smile became brighter and brighter, since the nightmarish altar incident, Wang Lan didn't know how many years he hadn't been so happy.

And whether she was named the first handsome woman in Muliu, or she was knighted, she was only ruthless in the eyes of others.

Who would have thought that such a terrible woman, who was regarded as a thorn in the eye by the enemy country, would have such a miserable childhood, and would also show that extremely bright smile to the enemy she should have hated after being captured.

"Mm-hmm, I want to go and rest, you get busy first. ”

Like an ordinary girl, while talking to Yeyang, she also bent her knees slightly and smiled and bowed her head, and then under Yeyang's stunned gaze again, she also turned around and entered the cubicle.

It wasn't until the simple cloth door was closed that there was a fluctuation of aura in the compartment that Yeyang eased up.

After taking a few deep breaths impatiently, Yeyang only felt that his face was very hot, and he hurriedly used exercises to suppress his hot breath, but the slightly accelerated movement in his heart was not something he could suppress for a while.

He walked up to the throne in three steps and two steps, and wanted to concentrate on reading some of the information and letters that were sent over, but the abnormal mood made him unable to calm down.

I had no choice but to close my eyes and practice the exercises, so as to supplement the aura I used during this time.

As soon as he closed his eyes, Wang Lan's face appeared again, with a smile, so that Yeyang unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, at this moment, Yeyang's nose was like a thousand times more spiritual, even if he had just swept out the aura and stroked away the residual spiritual scum after the formation in the tent was launched, but the smell on Wang Lan's body seemed to have never disappeared.

"Damn!"

With that, Yeyang also escaped directly into the void, leaving only a trace of spatial crack in the tent for coordinates.

Even so, it was only a long time before Yeyang, who had escaped into the void, had eliminated Wang Lan's influence from his mind, and with a sharp inhalation, he also gathered the violent aura gathered in the two spatial storms towards him.

Other Xuanyin may be afraid of the horror of the space storm, but Yeyang, who has already cultivated two volumes of the Immortal Heaven Exercises, regards them as a tonic.

As he fell into meditation, the dark red aura on his body that should have appeared in the outside world began to gradually diffuse from Yeyang's body, including the night sword on his waist...