Hearing this, Qingli first nodded, then shook his head again, and said: "Wang Yan is indeed not as good as Miss, but he is indeed a mystic with the cultivation of the middle stage of the Hidden Realm, and he is also a genius in the Extreme Dao Sect, do you know Mo Qingyu's cultivation?" ”

"Could it be the early stage of the Hidden Realm?" Yang Enran asked, still disapprovingly.

Qingli shook his head and said slowly: "His cultivation is only at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm. ”

"What?!, this can't be!" Yang Enran jumped up from the wooden chair in shock, his face full of disbelief.

Although she said that Wang Yan was a waste, she understood in her heart that although Wang Yan was not as good as her, after all, she was born in the eight major families, had rich resources, and her own talent was not weak, otherwise it would be impossible to become a holy son just by relying on the support of the family.

It is not a difficult thing for a genius to defeat an opponent by leaping a level, but it is very difficult to defeat a genius by leaping a level, Yang Enran thinks that he can't do it, but Mo whispered that he actually did it, is the other party a Tianjiao?

At this moment, Yang Enran's heart was a little confused.

After a while, Yang Enran's gaze was firm, and he whispered to himself: "Even if you are Tianjiao, I will not marry you." ”

Qing Li was silent when he heard this, and Yang Enran's big moist eyes were spinning, not knowing what he was thinking in his heart.

......

In the eastern part of the Pole Mountains, in the middle of the Whispering Peak.

In front of a small lake, Mo sat on the green space, listening to the birds and beasts around him, and relaxing.

After three days of penance in the cultivation ground, Mo Qingyu felt that the Xuanhuang Mother Qi in his body had reached the extreme point that he could bear at present, and it was time to break through.

The cultivation ground was too boring, so Mo Qingyu chose the place where he was sitting cross-legged in the Whispering Peak, the scenery was beautiful and refreshing.

When breaking through cultivation, it is very important to have a good mind.

"Whew~"

Mo whispered and exhaled the turbid qi in his body, and took out the two thousand lower grade spirit stones obtained in the total ratio.

Operate the "Hundred Refining Soul Forging Technique", absorb the violent Xuan Qi in the spirit stone, and impact the realm barrier.

With a clicking sound, the violent Xuan Qi in the pieces of lower grade spirit stones was absorbed into Mo Qingyu's body, refining into Xuanhuang Mother Qi, impacting the realm barrier again and again.

Hundreds of lower-grade spirit stones turned into waste stones in an instant, losing their former brilliance.

"It's not enough, we need more spirit stones..."Mo whispered as he felt that a loose realm barrier had appeared in his body, and muttered to himself in his heart.

Click... Click...

The remaining more than a thousand lower-grade spirit stones, plus the dozens of middle-grade spirit stones obtained by Mo Qingyu from doing the task, converged into a violent river of Xuan Qi under the huge suction power of the "Hundred Refining Soul Forging Formula", and poured into Mo Qingtu's body.

Whoa!

The Xuanqi River churned, hitting the realm barrier in Mo Qingyu's body again and again.

Wow!

Finally, countless fine lines appeared on the realm barrier in Mo Qingyu's body, and the fine lines gradually became larger, and the realm barrier turned into clouds and smoke in an instant, and the Xuan Qi River rushed through.

Breakthrough!

Mo whispered, his eyes were bright, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and his heart was surging.

Finally promoted, and when he entered the realm of confusion, he could be regarded as truly a mystic who was enough to take charge of himself.

Just when Mo Qingyu was happy, Mo Qingyu sensed that there seemed to be movement in his dantian, which made him feel turbulent.

"Buzz ..."

Mo Qingyu looked inwardly at the dantian and found that it was the blurred sword soul that was violently shaking.

The change of the fuzzy sword soul made Mo Qingyu a little uneasy, although the fuzzy sword soul had also vibrate, it had never vibrated so violently, what was going on?

"It's... Changing?" Looking at the blurred sword soul that was trembling violently, Mo Whisper found that the tip of its blade was emitting light, and it seemed to be undergoing some kind of change.

Through the light, Mo Qingyu vaguely saw some black spots appear on the tip of the knife in the light, these spots were covered by the light, and Mo Qingyu couldn't see the whole picture yet.

Mo whispered slowly found that the change of the fuzzy sword soul did not seem to be a bad thing, at the same time as the fuzzy sword soul changed, he felt that the power of his soul had multiplied, and everything in his eyes was clearer, he looked at an unknown green grass nearby, condensed his mind, and actually saw the faint meridians.

Feeling the changes in himself, Mo Qingyu's nervous mind gradually eased, and he looked inwardly at the fuzzy sword soul in the dantian, quietly waiting for its transformation.

Time passed minute by minute, the light at the tip of the blurred sword soul slowly dissipated, and a section of different-colored condensed knife tip engraved with strange patterns appeared in front of Mo Qingyu's eyes.

Mo Qingyu was stunned the first moment he saw the tip of the knife, as if he had returned to an extremely primitive era.

In the next moment, Mo whispered and relieved, but he didn't have the feeling just now.

"Could it be my delusion?" The feeling of this moment made Mo Qingyu a little unable to distinguish whether it was reality or illusion.

It's just that when Mo whispered that no matter how he looked at it, the tip of the knife was gone, and he felt it for a moment.

Simply, Mo whispered not thinking about the feeling of that moment, he began to carefully examine the tip of the transformed knife.

The tip of the transformed knife is no longer blurry, Mo Qingyu can clearly see its appearance, its color is very strange, like white and yellow, and like black and green, Mo Qingyu can see all the colors he knows from it.

This combination of colors does not have a sense of colorful chaos, but is very natural and has a sense of harmony.

If he had to name this color, a word came to Mo Qingyu's mind, chaos.

For some reason, this word appeared in Mo Qingyu's mind that he had never heard before.

Chaotic color, this is the best description of the tip of a knife.

On the chaotic color of the knife tip, the sword god is engraved with strange lines, the lines are like dragons and snakes swimming, chic and free, Mo Qingyu can't understand the meaning, but inexplicably feels a familiarity.

This feeling of both familiarity and strangeness gave Mo Qingyu a little headache, and he was reluctant to peruse the strange patterns engraved on the tip of the knife.

While observing the solidification to the tip of the knife, Mo Qingyu's consciousness accidentally touched the tip of the knife.

Suddenly, a chaotic light bloomed on the tip of the knife, and a crescent-shaped chaotic sword about three feet long slashed out horizontally.

Swish!

The sword slashed across the lake in front of Mo Qingyu, and the lake suddenly turned in half.

After the sword flashed, the lake that was split in half did not close, and there seemed to be an inexplicable force blocking the water flow on both sides where the knife slashed, creating a vacuum in the center of the water flow on both sides.

"This is..."

"It's so strong..."

Mo Qingyu was dumbfounded, surprised and didn't know how to express it.

"It's a big drain. Mo whispered, feeling that more than half of the Xuanhuang mother qi was consumed in his body, and said a little weakly.

Whoa!

The vacuum zone disappeared, and the water on both sides of the lake re-converged, and returned to its original appearance after a lot of churning.

It seems that the vacuum created by the Chaos Sword still has a time to exist.

In hindsight, Mo Qingyu explored his own secret technique.

Looking at the condensed tip of the knife in the dantian, Mo Qingyu's heart couldn't help but be full of motivation, he believed that as he continued to improve, the full picture of the blurred sword soul would one day be revealed in front of him, and the mystery in it would also be comprehended by him.

Now, Mo Qingyu is becoming more and more interested in the Blurred Sword Soul.

Its own secret art is related to it, but what is the connection between yourself and it?

Mo Qingyu has too many doubts in his heart, and now he can't get an answer, so he can only continue to work hard and find answers in his growth.

"My Hidden Secret Technique is different from others, since the Chaos Sword can create a vacuum, then this Hidden Secret Technique of mine is called 'Void'. The image of the Chaos Sword slashing through the lake and cutting off the vacuum lingered in Mo Qingyu's mind for a long time, and he muttered in his mouth, setting a name for his unique secret art of concealment.

Mo Qingyu closed his eyes and sat cross-legged again, comprehending the mysteries of the Hidden Realm and consolidating his cultivation.

The sky was getting dark, and Mo whispered slowly opened his eyes, and a happy color appeared on his face.

Although he was only a fraction away from the Hidden Realm before, the Xuanhuang Mother Qi in his body was very different.

After the cultivation of the Hidden Realm was consolidated, the amount of Xuanhuang Mother Qi in Mo Qingyu's body had multiplied, and it had turned into a long river of Mother Qi, running and flowing in his body.

Boom!

Mo whispered a punch, and the dragon roared, shaking the void.

Sixty dragon powers!

Clenched his fists, Mo whispered in his heart.

After being promoted to the Hidden Realm, the power in his body increased exponentially, reaching a height that could only be reached in the middle of the Hidden Realm, or even in the later stages.

For a while, Mo Qingyu's heart was full of motivation and full of expectations for the future.

"Stomp, stomp..."

A string of footsteps sounded from far to near.

Immediately after, Mo Qing's voice sounded: "Whisper, the time of six days is up, you asked me to remind you before." ”

Mo nodded softly and said, "Okay, let's go home together." ”

On the way back to the mansion, Mo Qingrou saw Mo whispering with a spring breeze on his face, and asked, "What's so happy?"

Mo whispered and smiled lightly: "There is some improvement in cultivation. ”

"That's a good thing to do. Mo Qingyan was happy to hear Mo Qingyu, and responded with a smile.

Amid a burst of laughter, the two returned to the mansion and went into their respective rooms to rest.

In the early morning of the next day, Mo Qingyu got up and left Qingyu Peak to visit Ling Anzhi, Tianzhuang, Shaoxing, and Zhang Xiao.

After coming out of the confinement chamber, he never found a chance to apologize to the four of them, expressing his apologies for hiding his identity all along.

After a visit, Mo whispered with a smile on his face, and the four of them could understand his difficulties, and they were still as close to him as before, without the slightest guilt in their hearts.

When visiting Grange, Mo Qingyu learned that Grange, as a newly promoted holy son, also got the opportunity to participate in the Thousand Years Banquet of the Old Man of the Void, and the two were not lonely along the way.

After Mo whispered from the last visited Tianzhuang's house, it was too late.

Mo Qingyu left the King Kong Peak belonging to the Grange and returned to the mansion in the Whispering Peak to rest.

Fall asleep slowly with anticipation.

......

In the midst of nothingness, a middle-aged man flashed with thunder outside his body, his eyes looked firmly at the unknown ahead, and he said to himself: "Hurry up, hurry up..."