Gradually, all the wounds on Mu Yang's body healed. When he jumped out of these mysterious substances, he waved his arms at random, and he was surprised to find that he had unknowingly broken through the original seventh order and reached the eighth order.

Mu Yang couldn't describe the shock in his heart at this moment.

You must know that the seventh to eighth orders are a big threshold, requiring the telekinesis to collect no less than twenty kinds of precious medicinal materials, and with the assistance of the special gravity tower, there is still a ninety percent chance of failure.

Every eighth-order telepathic master has failed no less than five or six times. It can be said that every telekinesis is piled up with money.

Mental power master, fighting is not only talent, faith, but also financial resources, no matter how amazing the talent of people without money is, it is already the head when they reach the seventh order, and it is impossible to take another step.

Just like Mu Yang's previous life, he had only reached the seventh order at most, which was already the end.

Those who can reach the eighth order, whether it is Huangfu Fuhuo, Black Dragon, or Wei Cicada, are all dragons and phoenixes among people, and the third cantilever is the most powerful genius.

And now, there is another name, Muyang.

To be honest, when he reached the seventh order, Mu Yang thought about how he could support this layer, which was the most difficult to break through class, to reach the eighth order. He conceived of many methods, and even thought about whether or not to seek Webster's methods.

But I didn't expect it...... It's that simple to break through?

Why?

Why?

If it is known to the countless mind-force masters who have been stuck in the seventh-order for a lifetime in the third star area, or even by the eighth-order mindfulness masters who have broken through the seventh order, such as Black Dragon and Huangfu Fuhuo, I am afraid they will be able to die alive!

Mu Yang thought about it for a long time and seemed to have an understanding.

On the one hand, because he has reached tens of millions of souls, he is the most powerful telekinesis in the history of mankind, and he has also entered an unprecedented realm where no one has ever entered, and no one knows what will happen after entering this realm.

Not only have tens of millions of souls broken through the limits of human beings in all aspects of physical fitness, but it seems that in the world of telekinesis, they can easily break through the class that ordinary people can't break through.

On the other hand, I also have to thank Wei Chan for being too seriously injured in the battle with him, and after a lot of treatment at this moment, he was soaked in the special container of the Wei family, which did not break or stand, but helped him break through the class barrier of the seventh order and reach the eighth order.

After the eighth order, Mu Yang's already powerful physical body was further improved. On the other hand, his telekinesis storage had also reached an astonishing level, far exceeding the level of an eighth-order telekinetic master of the same rank.

It can be said that Mu Yang is nominally an eighth order, but in essence, he is infinitely close to the ninth order.

Mu Yang put on his clothes, walked to the mirror, and looked at the special face in the mirror.

How does it feel to be right now?

Have mixed feelings about.

Sour, happy, excited, uneasy.

It's not easy.

From being conspired by the curse of the Black Gold Group, the curse in his body, the last despair and helplessness before entering the dream, knowing that his Teng was taken away but powerless......

How did you survive those days?

The emperor refired. This long chase has finally come to an end.

I, Mu Yang, have finally reached the same level as you.

I, Muyang, finally don't need to use this body anymore, I am no longer afraid of anyone, I am hiding like a mouse, I want to return to my original body, and walk between this safe world with my true face.

The night is cold, and everything sneaks around; There are dreams as bones, and souls as temptations. All will be hunted before the sun comes.

And now, the night is coming, and this hunt has come to an end, and the final prey, Huangfu Fuhuo and the black gold group behind it.

Mu Yang closed his eyes, and his clone No. 2 body fell limply to the ground, no longer alive.

After a while, the door of the room where Mu Yang was was opened, and the silver-haired old man in the waiter's clothes pushed the door and walked in, bowing towards the container of pink liquid: "Dear Mr. Mu Yang, the quarterfinals match between Huangfu Fuhuo and Mai Xiaowei will start in three hours, and Elder Wei sent me to ask you, whether to follow them to the upper box, or watch it through the live broadcast?" ”

But there was no one who answered him.

"Mr. Muyang?" The silver-haired butler was a little surprised, and asked softly again.

There was still no one to answer him.

"Mr. Muyang, maybe it's a bit rude to do this...... I came in. ”

The silver-haired butler tentatively took the first step, and when he walked into the room, he was surprised to see "Muyang" lying on the ground unconscious.

The heavy expression on the silver-haired butler's face gradually turned into surprise. He immediately turned around and went to activate the alarm system in the entire room. Waiting for the Wei family guards to arrive for dozens of seconds, the silver-haired butler thought for a moment, turned around again and returned to the corpse of "Mu Yang", and reached out to probe his snort.

"Because you're dead?!"

The silver-haired butler's pupils shrank into two.

……

At the same time, it was a quiet morning on a small planet in the third cantilever, the Rim Space City, and the invasion of the brain demons that were about to affect the third cantilever did not interfere with the normal operation of this rich planet in the center of the cantilever.

At the King's Hospital, a long-sealed ward. The patient inside had fallen into an unknown eternal slumber, and no one had seen him for a long time, and no doctor had examined his condition for a long time. The only thing that sustains the livelihood of this vegetative person is a nutrient tube.

No one thought he would wake up. If he could wake up, it would be a miracle in the history of human medicine.

Mu Yang followed his dream and had come to the end of the exit, where his real body was lying in the Ring Space City, the Third King's Hospital, waiting for the real Mu Yang to recover.

It's not a clone, and there's no need to hide anymore.

From then on, he was himself, and he didn't need to fear anyone or hide under the night.

Mu Yang pondered for a moment, took the first step, and walked towards the blocked gate suspended in the air.

The first moment he opened the door with force, countless distorted black shadows emerged one after another, crunching and terrifying squeaks:

"Human, you can't open this door, or you'll die with the people in it."

"Let's go, human, this is not where you should be!"

"Stupid human, do you know what you're doing?"

Mu Yang's face was not afraid, on the contrary, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth:

"All these years, are you ghosts and ghosts preventing me from returning to my body?"

A sharp-eyed black shadow looked at Mu Yang, and then, it let out an unusually sharp strange roar:

"It's him, it's the guy!

"He is the owner of this body!"