While cultivating, he went east, but the speed of his progress was much faster than the last time.

Mu Xuan knew in his heart that he could not always rely on Leng Lao's strength to survive, no matter how strong Leng Lao's strength was, it also belonged to Leng Lao, and if he wanted to make other people's opinions of him completely change, in the final analysis, he had to be strong.

The cultivation along the way naturally had some effects, and Mu Xuan successfully broke through, and now it is now a four-star spiritual realm.

It's just that the distressing things followed, the strength broke through, but the spiritual magic skills were not updated at all, Mu Xuan was thinking, if this continued, he would have no advantage, after all, he couldn't rely on a streamer sword technique to break into the rivers and lakes.

Stroking the storage ring he had obtained from the ancestral tomb, Mu Xuan's mind moved, and he took out a scroll from it.

At this time, one of the many scrolls that existed in the storage ring, a bunch of scrolls, but most of them were classics and experiences about alchemy, and there were only a few scrolls that recorded spiritual magic techniques.

And the one in Mu Xuan's hand is the one with the lowest requirements.

Mu Xuan still muttered a little in his heart, he was wondering what his ancestor was from. Originally, he planned to choose a random book to cultivate first, but who would have thought that after looking for a long time, only one of them had reached the cultivation conditions.

This is really, infuriating!

The more extraordinary the spiritual arts, the higher the requirements, of which level is the most basic requirement.

Mu Xuan hadn't beaten his chest yet, he didn't think that he was happy to have so many high-level spiritual arts, but he felt that he couldn't cultivate it after passing the spiritual arts, and his heart was itching.

One more day's journey will be to Lincheng. Tonight, I barely spent the night in a small town not far from Lincheng.

In the room of the inn, Mu Xuan sat cross-legged, and in front of him, a scroll glowing with white light was suspended.

"Thunder Slash!"

This is a sword technique, but it is just right for his heavy sword streamer. Looking at the strange words on the scroll in front of him, Mu Xuan fell into deep thought for a while. Although this spiritual technique is already the least demanding, it is still extremely difficult, and with his current realm, it is even a little reluctant to perform it.

Thunder Slash, as the name suggests, needs to be driven by the power of thunder, which can be said to be Mu Xuan's luck, he just has the power of thunder.

At this time, Mu Xuan's eyes were tightly closed, and above his mind, many figures appeared, each of which emitted a purple light, and when it moved, it was like a phantom flashing, and the profound traces were impossible to capture.

Mu Xuan's brows are furrowed at the moment, he is comprehending this Thunder Slash, if he succeeds in catching the essence of the Thunder Slash, he can cultivate to a small level, and then Mu Xuan will have one more hole card.

The purple villain in his mind came out of the scroll, and after half a day of exploration, Mu Xuan found that the mystery of this thunder slash was hidden in the actions of these purple villains.

It's just that these villains flickered too fast, so fast that they flickered before Mu Xuan could come over, leaving a purple afterimage, which made people feel discouraged.

Mu Xuan was not annoyed, saying that if the cultivation of the mind is not a little boring, it will not be able to endure it, and what kind of realm can it talk about the realm of kings, or even higher realms.

Cultivation is a boring process, but this process is also practice, and practice is everywhere in life.

Mu Xuan felt that his mind should be stabilized a little, during this period of time, too many things had upset him, and once let him get out of the enlightenment after three years of sinking and ups and downs.

He was thinking, perhaps, that the transformation of his mind had not yet reached the level......

The mind is quiet, the body is quiet, the eyes are looking at the nose, and the nose is looking at the heart......

Mu Xuan seemed to have entered a mysterious state, he walked out of the things during this time, got out of it, his mood changed, he looked away a little bit, woke up a little bit, it seems, from the original chaos, to become a clear thinking, understand his own desires.

It is the Supreme Word......

Epiphany, perhaps, in a split second.

Looking at the movement of the purple villain in his mind, he slowed down little by little, and in the end, as Mu Xuan wanted, he could be fast or slow in a thought.

Everything is up to Mu Xuan!

Settled, the scroll and the mind communicated, and the buzzing scroll suspended around Mu Xuan's body, seemingly releasing a trace of mysterious power, infiltrating Mu Xuan's mind.

The power of the divine soul blooms, and the streamer soul appears!

Chop!

The voice spit out, Mu Xuan's hand suddenly stretched out, holding the hilt of the Flowing Light Life Soul, first swept a sword, only a sword, but the power was terrifying, in the room, nothing was intact, just the sword qi, and everything was destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, there was another sword, this sword looked a little weird, swaying for a while, so that people could not see the trajectory of this sword, if it was against the enemy, I was afraid that the other party would not be able to defend.

The aura was urging, the spirit bloomed, and for a while, many visions were born in the small room, that is, even the air seemed to be torn apart by thunder and lightning. Such a sight is terrifying.

At this time, the aura and the spirit of the spirit at the same time urged a sword, the power of this sword, there is no way to know, at this time it seems that the entire inn is shaking, and you can even hear someone outside the room, someone running, someone exclaiming.

A sword, slash!

Have you ever thought that a small Na Ling Realm could actually cut such an invincible sword!

Suddenly, the power of thunder and lightning permeated the streamer, and the thunder and lightning danced above the streamer, which was a devastating sword.

A sword burst out, but at this moment, a flash of light suddenly appeared on the walls around the room, and when the sword light slashed down, the walls were even more radiant and dazzling.

When the thunder sword light disappeared, the dazzling light on the wall gradually faded out, and then disappeared.

The blinding light seemed to engulf the sword light, thus protecting the walls from being destroyed, thus guaranteeing the integrity of the inn.

It's just that although the walls are fine, everything in the room is completely shattered, and even under Mu Xuan, there is only a wooden board the size of a buttocks, and the original bed has turned into a pile of powder.

This sword is terrifying.

The streamer disappeared, Mu Xuan's eyes slowly opened, and when he could see everything around him clearly, he couldn't help but smile bitterly now.

Although he was settled, he began to gradually wake up the moment he erupted.

He actually wanted to say that he really didn't mean it, as for why he still released that sword when he was sober, he really couldn't count it, he only knew that the thunder slash, he cultivated to a small level.

At this time, an old black shadow appeared in the room, but Mu Xuan was not surprised.

Come on, cold old.

"Thank you, teacher, if you hadn't made a move just now, I'm afraid this inn wouldn't have been saved. Mu Xuan spoke a little quietly, and his heart was empty.

Naturally, he knew what was going on with that blinding white light......

"Well, that's fine. Leng Lao nodded with a smile, and looked at Mu Xuan's gaze with a loving look.

Perhaps, he inadvertently accepted a good apprentice?