Since being deformed by the Golden Lotus Terrace, Mo Yiming's ability to absorb the aura of heaven and earth has been several times higher than that of ordinary people, and the load that his body can carry has also increased. So much so that when Mo Yiming was cultivating, he absorbed much more heaven and earth aura than ordinary people, so even if he didn't have long since he stepped into the Nine Layers of Qi Gathering, with the power of cultivation, he could compete with the monks who had stepped in for a long time.

After ordinary monks step into each class, they will continue to do pranayama when absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, and this pranayama time is to let their body carry a load to achieve a balance with it. This kind of pranayama can be as little as ten days or as many as a few years!

But Mo Yiming is different, after his body has been transformed by the Golden Lotus Platform, not only does it carry a higher load than ordinary people, but it can even directly absorb the aura of the Golden Lotus Platform. Turning into the power of cultivation in his body, so that his cultivation can be quickly improved even when he doesn't use any exercises!

And this, Jian Antian doesn't know.

Therefore, when Mo Yiming turned into Changhong and attacked directly, Jian Antian still did not perceive the horror of this power.

"You want to fight me just with the strength of cultivation, you are too naïve!"

Jian Antian groaned in his heart, the golden sword in his hand hummed, and suddenly a huge sword shadow appeared in front of Jian Antian, and this sword shadow hit Mo Yiming directly.

Rumble!

The two cultivation forces suddenly collided together, and the strong cultivation fluctuated, half with gold, and generally with white, like waves, churning away.

Jian Antian's body retreated a few steps again, and his expression was solemn, appearing even more intense. He didn't expect that this Mo Yiming's cultivation power would be so strong.

Even the monks around here were staring wide at this moment, looking at Mo Yiming, and couldn't help but gasp for this fluctuation. In the entire West Peak, Mo Yiming, who can repel Jian Antian, is the first person!

"How can this Mo Yiming's cultivation power be so strong!"

"This ...... I'm not mistaken, Jian Antian will retreat! ”

"What kind of evil art has he cultivated, and his power is so great."

Jian Antian's place felt the sensation of numbness coming from the palm of his hand, which made him glare at Mo Yiming angrily, and sighed deeply: "It's me who underestimated your evil arts." ”

The words fell, and Jian Antian swept out of the sky with a sword, and suddenly the sword light tore through the void, and an arc-shaped cultivation power hit Mo Yiming directly when it was visible to the naked eye.

Mo Yiming's expression was indifferent, the robe on his body was windless, and when he pinched the trick with his five fingers, at his fingertips, a white transparent ball of light suddenly appeared, and the moment this ball of light appeared, it suddenly became larger, directly enveloping his body.

Bang again!

The arc-shaped sword light and protective ring suddenly turned into nothingness, echoing through the void.

And Mo Yiming's body was intact.

Suddenly, at the moment when the sword light disappeared, Jian An Tian turned into Changhong, holding a golden sword, pointing directly at Mo Yiming.

Its speed was so fast, in the blink of an eye, it had come to Mo Yiming's face.

At such a speed, perhaps for other monks, there was no room for reaction. But for Mo Yiming, this speed is not speed at all.

Mo Yiming's expression still did not change, and when the golden sword was about to pierce into Mo Yiming's eyebrows, Mo Yiming sighed: "It's too slow!" ”

The figure flashed, leaving an afterimage in place, and the golden sword pierced directly into the afterimage, and Jian Antian's body suddenly came with a strong palm force.

A palm directly hit Jian Antian's body. The speed was so fast that Jian Antian didn't react at all!

In terms of speed, Jian Antian admits that he has not lost to anyone who gathers nine qi. But now Mo Yiming's speed made him jealous, and even became a little crazy under this jealousy.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, Jian Antian glared at Mo Yiming angrily, and shouted loudly: "What kind of evil art have you cultivated, and the speed is so fast." ”

When Jian Antian's words fell, most of the monks of the Heavenly Temple Sect also followed suit.

"That's right, Sect Master, he must have cultivated evil arts!"

"If it weren't for the cultivation of evil arts, how could my cultivation improve so quickly!"

"If it's not for cultivating evil arts, why haven't you issued a spell until now?"

"He must be afraid of sending out evil magic to reveal flaws, so he has been using cultivation as power!"

"Burn him! Burn him! ”

……

Five Tigers, Zhang Xiaopang, Lei Xiao and others are not to be outdone.

"Evil sister, you just practiced evil arts!" Zhang Xiaopang said and threw the chicken leg over.

"Burn your mother, I'll burn your mother!" Thunder shouted.

Wu Heng also stood in front, looked at the people of the Heavenly Temple Sect with his hands on his waist, and said, "If you want to quarrel, come, come, come, who is afraid of whom!" ”

The five tigers all stood in front of each other, glaring angrily at the people of the Heavenly Temple Sect, and their brute force was released, as if forming a hard city wall. Although he didn't speak, his sturdy figure made some people who were not enough to gather qi subconsciously take two steps back.

The scene is in a state of chaos!

"Enough! Today is a sect competition, it's not that you are here to talk quickly! ”

At this time, Soul Xuanji roared angrily and looked at the Heavenly Temple Sect, causing the monks of the Heavenly Temple Sect to shut their mouths one by one.

Immediately, he spoke loudly again, as if to let everyone hear: "Everyone knows that when Mo Yiming entered the sect, he had no cultivation talent, but in a short period of time, he was able to step into the ninth level of qi gathering, this point, presumably everyone will think that Mo Yiming has cultivated evil arts!" ”

When Wuheng heard this, he immediately became angry and said, "Evil magic, evil magic, your head is full of!" Why do you feel normal when the monks of the Heavenly Temple Sect cultivate for the sake of advancing violently, and the people of our back mountains are cultivating for the sake of advancement, and you are red-eyed! ”

Soul Xuanji continued: "If you really don't practice evil arts, then let's test and test it, so that everyone can be convinced. ”

"Squeak!" Wu Heng spun around the soul mystery and continued: "No is nothing, why should you test it!" ”

"If not, why hasn't he sent out the spell so far! Is it because he is afraid that we will find out, and he has practiced evil arts? In this way, if he can send out any of the spells in the sect, even if he doesn't practice evil arts. After all, everyone knows that it is impossible for a person who cultivates evil arts to practice any sect magic. ”

"That's right! That's right! ”

The crowd roared.

"I said, do you want to do this competition?" At this moment, Yichen roared angrily, and his voice seemed to contain the power of the firmament, making all those who heard it tremble in their hearts one by one, and they did not dare to continue speaking.

Jian Antian felt an inexplicable fear of Mo Yiming at the moment, especially when he saw Mo Yiming with a disapproving look now, with such a look, it was like a strong man facing a weak man.

"If there is any other evil magic, just use it!"

With a roar, the golden sword in his hand flew straight into the sky, and Jian Antian's body also turned into a long rainbow and soared into the sky.

At the same time, Mo Yiming also turned into a long rainbow and soared straight into the sky, and when he stood up, he looked at Jian An Tian coldly, and said: "To deal with you Tiantan Sect, I thought that I didn't need any spells, but now, I'm afraid it won't work without spells!" ”

Mo Yiming's words fell, and his palm swam like a snake in the void, and even in the palm swimming, there was a roaring sound echoing, making the surrounding void, when writhing, there were gusts of strong wind, swirling, condensing in his palm.

"With the power of the wind!"

With a deep sigh, Mo Yiming's palm swung out, and a strong wind whistled out from his palm, fusing most of his cultivation power, making the space tremble between the whistling.

But even more trembling was every monk who saw this!

"This ...... This is the trick to slashing the sky! ”