When several people heard this, they looked at Yan Wuyu, who was relaxed, and then tried to give up the gathering of spiritual power, and found that as Yan Wuyu said, Lingchao did not attack him, so they all breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, it's better for us to leave here first!" Qin Wuya proposed.

Everyone was already shocked into a cold sweat, nodded one after another, and wanted to leave!

"Then, what should he do?" Yan Wuyu pointed at Chu Mucheng.

"It's hard to protect yourself, how can you still manage him?" Yan Xiaoyuan first entered another doorway, and then looked at Chu Mucheng in the distance!

Everyone then walked out of the pavilion of the moment of shock.

Chu Mucheng's forehead was covered with sweat, and the spiritual tide attacked his spiritual space more and more strongly, and the power of spiritual wisdom turned into various terrifying forms, attacking Chu Mucheng's spiritual air, wind, fire, thunder, lightning, poison, swords, guns, halberds, and bows.....

However, Chu Mucheng's Heavenly Technique rotated smartly, and the Heavenly Technique twisted the Spirit Tide attack to smithereens.

"Is he dead?" Seeing that Chu Mucheng was motionless, Hai Nu asked.

"Death! This spirit tide is attacking his spirit sea so wildly, he must not be able to resist it, he should be brain dead now!" Yan Yin Qiu judged.

"No, he's not dead!, because the spirit tide of nothingness is still gathering around him, proving that this kid is still fighting!" Yan Xiaoyuan also judged.

"Look, there is a visible spiritual whirlwind in the entire pavilion, and the spiritual power in the pavilion has changed from manic to furious!

"And these violent spirit whirlwinds are still raging and restless, yes, they are uneasy!" Qin Wuya narrowed his eyes and stared at the middle of the pavilion, a thrilling battle of spiritual wisdom.

Chu Mucheng's seven orifices began to bleed, and the seven orifices were bleeding not because of injury, but because in the tempering of spiritual wisdom, his spiritual void became more and more condensed! Other void forces and filthy spiritual qi were forced out, and the source of the forced out was the seven orifices.

"Look, he, he, he

"It's a pity for that puppet!" Yan Yinqiu took a sip of wine nervously, after all, he had been feeling life and death for many years, and today he suddenly saw the Spirit Wisdom Whirlwind on the attic, this kind of thing that can kill himself, it is also good to feel life and death once.

Between Chu Mucheng's spiritual sky, the seven stars burst bright, it should be a kind of excitement, Chu Mucheng finally felt a huge pressure, and his headache was splitting, because the endless spiritual power on the pavilion was accumulating more and more thick and furious, although the spiritual sky felt infinite, but these spiritual powers were also infinitely impacting, and the Heavenly Trick Technique was consumed to the limit, and Chu Mucheng's spiritual sky began to be in danger of being captured.

The violent spirit storm began to rage in the spiritual sky, and Chu Mucheng's Heavenly Technique had reached its limit, but it was no longer able to resist, tempered, and became a life and death decision.

Chu Mucheng felt that his head had burst, the limit had been reached, and finally, he lost consciousness.

Chu Mucheng was dizzy and in a coma, and he was only half a step away from death, because the spirit storm at this time was no longer limited by the Heavenly Trick technique, and the spirit storm was like a wild horse that had escaped from the leash, galloping unscrupulously between the spiritual sky of Chu Mucheng, no, this scene should be a group of demons dancing, because the entire spiritual sky was dancing like devilish ghosts.

Chu Mucheng, he will die!

However, at this moment, the seven stars began to tremble, and then there was a vibration, and the vibration came from far and far, and the vibration became stronger and stronger!

I don't know where a large number of wind spirits popped out, and the wind spirits began to excitedly devour the whirlwind of violent spiritual power.

At the same time, several small insects turned into giant shadows and began to devour foreign spiritual power!

Above the pavilion, a vortex of spiritual power appeared!

........

I don't know how long it took, Chu Mucheng regained consciousness, and his mind and spiritual space were blank.

Exceptionally calm!

Is it dead?

Chu Mucheng thought.

It's easy, it's easy to die, it's easy, let it go, just die like this, don't think about anything.

Father, Mother, Twilight, Chu Nationality, Chu State, Brothers and Sisters, Xue Qiu, Shiwen Tianxing, Bu Luozi, the Future of the Human Race, Perfect World!!

These burdens, after death, are worthless, die!

Chu Mucheng let out a long sigh!

"Wake up!"

Someone! Someone is calling for themselves.

Chu Mucheng opened his eyes.

It's still Tsing Yi Pavilion, or it's on the loft.

There was a group of people standing around.

"He's awake!" Yan Wuyu took a bite of the flatbread and said to everyone inarticulate as he chewed.

"Not dead?" Chu Mucheng asked himself, and everyone asked him the same.

Chu Mucheng shook his head, everything returned to normal, and the pavilion was calm.

"Are you a human or a ghost?" asked the girl in surprise.

"Sure enough, he didn't die!" Chu Mucheng told himself, not paying attention to himself, but sitting up cross-legged and entering the spiritual space.

Chu Mucheng hung in the spiritual sky, glanced at it in surprise, and then, his consciousness escaped from the spiritual sky.

stood up very weakly: "I'm Chu Mucheng!"

Everyone gasped, this person is not dead, this crippled waste is not dead!

"Chu Mucheng, we thought you were dead!" Qin Wuya said bluntly with a look of appreciation on his face.

"I'm just a little sleepy, I'm asleep!" Chu Mucheng looked at these people, and then told himself that these people, after the matter of the spiritual tide of the pavilion, will pay enough attention to themselves, and some people will even regard themselves as a thorn in their side, and they will be fast in addition to it, so now they must really perform, and it is best to let themselves become a in front of everyone.

Yan Xiaoyuan and Yan Xiaoning's eyes inadvertently flashed a trace of vigilance at the same time.

The current human emperor has not yet established a prince of the human race, so every prince has the possibility of becoming a prince, the performance of these two princes in Yan Gu must be impeccable, must be the first, this strange guy in front of him, if it will affect his status in Yan Valley, it will affect his status in the heart of his father, so if this person can really resist the spirit tide of the pavilion, then, either this person is used by me, or, die!

"Asleep?" Qin Wuya didn't believe it, everyone didn't believe it.

"When I entered the attic, my head was groggy and my headache was splitting! Then I sat down and slept, brothers, don't blame me for my faux pas!" Chu Mucheng said deliberately.

Disbelief was written on the faces of the people.

"On this pavilion, is there a formation! I have a headache, so I sent out a puppet! Sure enough, it is much better to send out a puppet, you get what you pay for, this puppet is a title-level, do you have it? You small households, you shouldn't be able to afford it!" Chu Mucheng said a little arrogantly.

"What did you say, you said that your puppet helped you resist the Spirit Storm?" Qin Wuya frowned.

"Spirit Storm, what is Spirit Storm? Is it powerful?" Chu Mucheng asked.

"You don't know Spirit Storm?" Qin Wuya asked.

Chu Mucheng thought for a while, and then pretended that he really couldn't think of what a spiritual storm was: "No matter what spiritual storm he is, my puppet can defeat him!"

Everyone looked at this headless and brainless stunned young man, and they all looked disgusted.