This feeling is very familiar to Zhang Mochen, and it is no different from breaking through to the intermediary Yuanshi after being seriously injured by the hot fat man. It's just that the former belongs to a big break, and now it is a matter of course, but no matter what the reason, I finally felt the God-given opportunity for a breakthrough.

Under Mu Ling's nod, Zhang Mochen didn't waste a bit of time, and immediately sat cross-legged on the ground, as his hands continued to change and seal, the sweat on his face that had not yet dried seeped out like rain and dew again.

With his brows furrowed and his face solemn, Zhang Mochen intuitively felt that the multicolored beads in the dantian were spinning rapidly, and under the huge suction, the surging multicolored space yuan force continued to pour in violently, like a bottomless vortex of greed frantically devouring the seawater.

The space fluctuated sharply, the breeze blew lightly, and the mist suddenly turned into a violent wind, whistling like a sign before a storm.

Mu Ling's expression became more and more serious, and under this seriousness, the look of surprise was difficult to hide. He knew that Zhang Mochen had the talent of the Five Elements, but at the moment, the movement caused by the latter's breakthrough made him unable to help but be moved.

You know, this is just a breakthrough high-level elemental.

The most taboo thing to be disturbed at the time of a breakthrough, even if it is an external voice or a slight contact, it may lead to the failure of the breakthrough, and even leave the root of the disease, and never be able to move forward half a step in this life and this life.

Surprised to surprised, the wood spirit was engrossed in guarding Zhang Mochen's side, without the slightest slack, with a wave of his right hand, a cyan light mask appeared out of thin air, completely enveloping Zhang Mochen.

The multicolored Yuan Force in the space poured in wildly, and the small multicolored flow beads rotated rapidly, absorbing all the surging Yuan Power, and it felt like it would never reach a state of saturation.

Although the colorful beads were greedily absorbing the Yuan Force, Zhang Mochen, as the main body, had a painful face, the sweat like a stream, the miserable white lips, and the trembling body that was getting more and more intense, all showed that he was in extreme torment.

After a long time, the wind stopped and went out, and the rapidly surging multicolored yuan force in the space came to an abrupt halt, Zhang Mochen's face turned red, and he was almost burst open by the violent aura in his body. Mu Ling, who wanted to help, also had a worried look on his face that stretched slightly.

"This kid!"

The Yuan Force stopped pouring in, but the multicolored beads did not stop, and the speed of rotation sped up again after a short slowness, even a few points faster than before, as if the sound of friction could be heard.

Although his body was under incomparable pressure, his mind was very clear, and there was a muffled sound in his heart, and a powerful and incomparable breath burst out from the colorful beads, like a wild horse that had escaped from the brisle, rampaging through Zhang Mochen's whole body.

"Ah......h

Three thousand green silks flew, Zhang Mochen raised his head and roared, the collision of breath and meridians made him tear his heart out, but there was a faint sense of refreshment under this heartbreak.

"Bang!"

The breath finally passed through every pore brutally, and finally exploded towards the space, colliding with the cyan circle of light, making an earth-shattering explosion.

Mu Ling was surprised, and the aura that erupted from Zhang Mochen's body was so powerful that the cyan aura shook slightly.

Zhang Mochen doesn't know anything about the outside world, and now he has no ambition.

The multicolored beads were still spinning wildly, and after the first explosion of Yuan Li, they burst out several times in succession, each time it was majestic and incomparable. And after the cyan aperture was hit one after another, a few small cracks actually began to appear, which made Mu Ling's heart completely shocked, and at the same time, his right hand had to wave again to strengthen the light mask.

The meridians were brutally impacted by the colorful yuan force, because the yuan force in the body was released, Zhang Mochen's face lost its redness, but it looked a little hideous, and the little face with bared teeth and grinning was extremely white.

Not only that, on the bare body, although it was black and dirty, the meridians flickered and dimmed, like a mysterious rune light, flickering constantly, and in the pores, the black viscosity continued to seep out, obviously the impurities in the body were washed out.

"Bang!"

There was another loud muffled sound, and the furious vitality slammed into the cyan light mask again. His body was trembling violently, his teeth were bitten, his eyebrows were locked together, and Zhang Mochen looked a little unable to hold on.

It seemed to sense that the body had reached the limit of its bearing, and after this collision, the multicolored flowing beads in the dantian finally slowed down.

The dancing hair slowly fell, the flickering tendons gradually subsided, the sweaty eyebrows stretched, and the corners of Zhang Mochen's mouth couldn't help but rise, although the eyes were still tightly closed, he knew that the storm had finally passed, and he was greeted by a dazzling rainbow.

After a while, the space was completely calm, and as the wood spirit waved his hand again, the cyan light mask suddenly disappeared, and the body that had lost the protection of the aperture looked no different from before, but the pupils that suddenly opened were full of light.

Gently clenching his fists, feeling the enhanced strength, Zhang Mochen's lips, which were gradually recovering their blood, couldn't help but bend again.

"Although there is only one level difference between the middle and high-level Yuanshi, it is really a world of difference!"

Zhang Mochen sighed in his heart, he had seen Lei Hong's combat power, and now that he had broken through to this level, he found that his previous understanding of high-level Yuanshi was still underestimated.

While thinking of Lei Hong, the fat figure of the hot fat man also broke into his mind, recalling several fights, Zhang Mochen's back was slightly cold. The newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, it is because of ignorance and recklessness, if Zhang Mochen knew the true strength of the high-level Yuanshi, he would not dare to fight the hot fat man head-on with his two guts.

"How does it feel?"

Mu Ling's smile made Zhang Mochen put away his thoughts, and then got up and walked slowly.

"Strong!" Happy undisguised, Zhang Mochen grinned back.

Originally, I thought that Mu Ling, who was a master, would praise him, but the words in his ears in the next second made Zhang Mochen's teeth itch with hatred.

"Strong fart, the little high-level Yuan Shi will be happy with you like this?"

His eyeballs turned white slightly, and Zhang Mochen counterattacked: "How can I compare with you, you jumped out of the stone." ”

The door spirit was indeed conceived by the portal, Zhang Mochen's words were right, but how awkward it sounded, coupled with the arc of some yin and yang weirdness at the corner of his mouth, Mu Ling's face suddenly condensed, and then he snorted coldly, and raised his right hand straight, like a torrent of strong wind to the palm of his palm, straight at Zhang Mochen.

The wind was whistling, sharp as a knife, Zhang Mochen was no stranger to this, because every day he had to suffer in this hurricane, blowing in the air several times, and in Mu Ling's deliberate sneering, he could enter the cave to rest.

At the same time as Mu Ling put on a posture, Zhang Mochen knew in his heart, and immediately bent his knees, his feet one forward and one back, and firmly tied his center of gravity.

The strong wind blew, and the skin on his face continued to fall, like waves in the water, layer by layer, Zhang Mochen blocked his hand in front of his eyes to prevent his mouth from being blown crooked.

Although Zhang Mochen had been prepared for a long time and was not caught off guard by Mu Ling, his bent body still slowly slid backwards, like a boulder, rubbing against the ground under the blowing of the wind, moving irresistibly and slowly backwards.

Seeing that Zhang Mochen was blown backwards, the smugness on his face was completely replaced by embarrassment, the corners of Mu Ling's mouth rose, and his heart was happy.

However, the refreshment in his heart did not last long, and was replaced by a trace of shock, because at the focus of Mu Ling's gaze, the figure that was still involuntarily sliding backwards in the last second, and the next second it moved, although the stride was very small, but it was step by step, slowly and unyieldingly moving forward against the hurricane.

At the entrance of the cave, both hands can still clasp the cave wall to borrow strength, even so, Zhang Mochen has not succeeded in taking a step before, even if it is half a step, all of them ended in failure. What's more, the wind force that was urged this time, Mu Ling himself knew how much force he used, and it was much stronger than before. Right now, there is nothing to climb, just with the suction under his feet, Zhang Mochen can actually move forward against the wind. Therefore, it is not surprising that the wood spirit was surprised.

However, after all, his strength was too weak, and Zhang Mochen, who had just taken a few small steps, slipped on the soles of his feet as his strength weakened, and flew towards the air, like a dead leaf that could not get rid of the fate of withering in the wind.

"Bang!"

The palm of his hand was withdrawn, the strong wind stopped, and Zhang Mochen, who was swaying in the air, immediately fell vertically, smashing the ground into a deep pit.