Volume 1 The Evil King Strikes Chapter 15 Wanyue

The black shadow slowly raised his hand, stretched out in front of Yue Yan, and waved his hand, this was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"Senior, what's going on, I can't see things clearly. Yue's tone was anxious, his head was now a mess, he was already a little slow to think about things, and his eyes were blood-red and he couldn't see anything clearly. He was still young, and he didn't want to fall into any problems at such a young age.

"Can you still exercise now?" The black shadow took two steps back, and the moon in front of him was like a time bomb, not knowing when it would explode.

The voices Yue Yan heard were very small, but she quickly tried to adjust her breath, but she found that she couldn't feel her breath at all, as if it was cut off by an invisible barrier.

"No, it seems like something is holding me back. Yue Yan was extremely anxious now, and all he could think of now was to find a situation similar to himself in some examples of lost skills.

"Do you feel anything unusual?"

"I can't even feel my true anger, isn't that unusual?"

"Other than that, do you feel like your blood is surging up?"

"What's more! I feel like my blood is about to spurt out! Also! My brain may not be very good now, I can't see things very clearly, I can't see all the things in front of me clearly, am I practicing something wrong? Am I going crazy now?" Yue Yan said anxiously, he came in to go to the most dangerous place in the tower, get the power of the seal, cover up the magic power, and regain his life. Who would have thought that they would be planted on the first layer?

"Don't worry, kid, you have just entered the first tribulation of the Seven Tribulations and Five Punishments, if you can survive this tribulation, your cultivation will definitely improve greatly, how can you go mad? Stabilize your mind!"

The fierce aura on Yue Yan's body became thicker and thicker, and at this time, the sword on his waist sounded a crisp sword sound, and the sound of the sword sounded leisurely, which made Yue Yan sober up a little.

"Wanyue?" Yueyan felt that her muddy head was much clearer.

"Is this happening to me something to do with my system? I can feel the true qi of the Wanyue Sword on my waist just now, which makes me sober up a lot. Although Yue Yan is young, he is very careful and very intelligent, and the reaction caused by the sound of the sword made him think a lot.

"Maybe it has something to do with your human race's cultivation method. Now that you've formed a Nedan, let me find out. The body of the black shadow spirit began to become illusory, and finally directly turned into a wisp of black thread, burrowing into Yueyan's body.

A cold breath was like a cold wind blowing through his neck, making Yue Yan fight.

The black shadow is a mixture of souls, and he doesn't feel strange what he can do with Yue Yan, but he only burrows into his body, making Yue Yan feel that something is wrong.

His nervous right hand touched the saber at his waist, indicating that he could feel the only support now, and Wanyue Sword also seemed to feel Yue Yan's uneasiness, and a gentle milky white true qi rose from the sword body and gently brushed over Yue Yan's arm.

A warm current slid through his arm, and at that moment, it was as if a mutton fat jade hand gently teased his arm. Yueyan's restless heart found a trace of comfort.

The black-purple Inner Dan shimmered with aura, and the blood-colored mist surged up and hit the black shadow's face.

"It should be the reason for this blood mist. The shadow lifted his hand and touched the blood-red area, a viscous red object sticking to it.

The black shadow used the exercises, wanting to dispel the blood mist here, but as soon as his breath came into contact with the blood qi, it was disintegrated, and it was also the breath of the demon race, which seemed to be useless.

"Yueyan, what is the origin of the long sword at your waist. The black shadow suddenly thought of Yueyan's words, and an idea was derived in his heart.

"It's my master's saber and his weapon. ”

There is a door! The starting weapon and the master's true qi belong to the same vein, if the true qi in this sword is useful for the bloody things, it will be much easier.

"Did your master teach you the method of the mind?"

"Master passed on to me a Ripple Illusory Moon Technique. At the critical moment, Yueyan didn't care about anything else, and said truthfully.

"You're lucky!" The black shadow burrowed out of Yueyan's body and reappeared in front of him.

Yue Yan nodded, didn't dare to delay, and directly picked up the formula.

"There is too little true qi around!" Yue Yan has a strong perception ability, and the true qi around him can be said to be very scarce. But it was clear that he had released all the true qi he had stored not long ago, so why did his true qi disappear after a while?

Yue Yan couldn't control so much, he quickly expanded the scope of his search, but in this tower, it was like a dead land, and there was no real qi at all.

"No! There is no True Qi in this tower, and I can't do it. ”

"Can I use the true qi of the demon clan for you?" the black shadow sat cross-legged, and the aura around him swirled up, all flowing towards the moon words.

Streams of true qi flowed into Yue Yan's body, and his luck mantra slowly refined those true qi.

"No, senior, your true qi is too cold for me to absorb it all. ”

A layer of frost formed on the surface of Yue Yan's body, and the group photo immediately retracted his true qi, how is this good, where else can I find true qi in this tower?

There was another pleasant sword sound, and the Wanyue Sword beside Yue Yan shook violently a few times and floated up.

It was really a treasure of aura, and the Wanyue Sword floated in front of Yue Yan who closed his eyes tightly, and one after another true qi flowed out from the sword body, all of which rushed towards Yue Yan.

At this time, Yue Yan, who was concentrating on perceiving the true qi, noticed a soft ball of true qi floating in front of him, and then a warm current wound himself and slowly entered his body.

The true qi is not very strong, but it can solve the urgent need. The true qi provided in the Wanyue Sword was pulled to the dantian by Yue Yan.

The blood-colored mist, as if he had seen some natural enemy, was very taboo against the true qi that poured in, and shrank back one after another.

Yue Yan saw that this blood-colored fog was very jealous, so he controlled the true qi in his body, surrounded the blood-colored mist, and narrowed the scope little by little.

Draw the ground as a prison! Yue Yan tried her best to penetrate into those blood-colored mist, and the milky white true qi devoured the blood mist recklessly. After a while, the true qi formed a milky white lotus, blooming on the side of the inner dan, if you look closely, the milky white lotus, the bright red blood is distinct.

Yue Yan slowly opened her eyes, she could finally see what was in front of her, and the muddy feeling was finally gone. A beautiful shadow floated in the air, white and flawless.

Illusion?Yue Yan rubbed her eyes in disbelief, her eyes widened, and a silver-white long sword floated in front of her. Wanyue: Is this hurting your brain?

"Are you alright?" The black shadow's current figure was already a little dim, and it seemed that it was too much true qi released before. He was a spirit being, and that was undoubtedly a drain on life.

"Well, that true qi has formed a lotus flower in my body, this should be the method of the Nine Lotus. ”

"Congratulations!

"You can go to the upper floor next, right?" Yue Yan put away the Wanyue Sword, and he seriously suspected that what he was holding in his hand was not a weapon.

The black shadow nodded, turned into a cloud of nothingness, and entered Yueyan's body.

"Keep going and there will be a staircase to the second floor not far away. A voice came out of Yueyan's stomach.

Although this is not the first time, Yue Yan still feels weird, being entered into the body or something, and always feels indescribably disgusting.

He tied the sword back to his waist, and now he had too many questions to ask his master about the sword.