As the Dao intent permeating Zhang Yang's right arm became stronger and stronger, the blue light flickering of the seven symbols on the sword soul also became brighter and brighter. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Buzz ......"

Suddenly, as if agreed, the seven symbols simultaneously released several thumb-sized blue rays, which were connected to each other to form a blue light net, and the sword soul net was in it.

"Buzz...... Airplanes...... Buzz ......"

At the moment when the light net was formed, the seven mysterious sigils on the sword soul suddenly flickered rapidly, causing the sword soul to hum incessantly.

When the long sword hummed, the spiritual power ball at the hilt of the sword seemed to have been summoned by something, and colorful spiritual power beams floated out from above, merging into those blue rays.

With the infusion of spiritual power, blue balls the size of beans quickly appeared on the light of the thickness of those thumbs, densely packed, and at a glance, there were as many as one hundred and eight.

After a while, due to the continuous consumption of spiritual power, the light on the spiritual power sphere dimmed slightly. And those blue balls seemed to have finally eaten and drunk enough, and no longer absorbed Zhang Yang's spiritual power.

At this time, tiny sigils quickly formed in the blue ball, and upon closer inspection, these sigils were all miniature versions of the seven sigils engraved on the sword soul of Zhang Yang. The tiny sigil swirls rapidly in the blue ball, emitting a mysterious and enchanting light.

And the initiator of all this, Zhang Yang, had actually woken up from enlightenment when the seven runes on his sword soul had changed.

However, everything that happened in his mind was completely out of his control, and even the spiritual power that was usually commanded like an arm no longer obeyed Zhang Yang's mobilization this time, and he could only watch these strange things toss in your own mind.

"Oh my God...... You're too good at joking with me, I'm just trying to stimulate my Dao arm, and you actually gave me such a play, do you think I'm not in trouble enough now???"

Zhang Yang wanted to cry without tears, and the only thing that made Zhang Yang feel extremely fortunate was that at least so far, nothing has happened in front of him.

Of course, Zhang Yang is not all panicked about what happened to him, in fact, he also has a little expectation in his heart. The seven mysterious sigils on the sword soul should be the "Forbidden Technique" left to him by the ancient powers. This time, if you can get the cultivation method of the "Forbidden Sealing Technique" by mistake, then it will be worth the big price.

Just as Zhang Yang was thinking wildly, the change arose, and the light net connected to countless mysterious rune balls suddenly burst into blue light, and then turned into a blue light that rushed out of Zhang Yang's mind and entered Zhang Yang's Dao arm.

Zhang Yang hurriedly looked at his right arm, at this time, the transparent right arm had become blue, and the entire Dao arm was covered with those small round balls that contained mysterious sigils in them.

At the same time, the seven sigils on the sword soul also suddenly transmitted a message into the Zhang Yang soul.

"One Hundred and Eight Forbidden !! of the Forbidden Technique"

"This ......" Zhang Yang was stunned for a moment, looking at his right arm with some confusion, and at the same time repeatedly pondering in his heart what this so-called "one hundred and eight prohibitions" meant.

"Zhang boy, it's the art of forbidden!! it's really the art of forbidden!! one hundred and eight forbiddens are the first layer of the art of forbidden!!" Before Zhang Yang could come to his senses, Long Qingyun's ecstatic cry rushed into Zhang Yang's mind over and over again like a storm.

"Boy, hurry up, try the power of this forbidden technique!!"

"Try, how to try?" Zhang Yang scratched his head, feeling a little depressed in his heart, everything that happened one after another seemed to have exceeded all of Zhang Yang's previous expectations.

"You stupid!! don't you happen to have an opponent in front of you to experiment! Just use this female doll as the first martial artist to inherit your forbidden technique!!" Long Qingyun's eyes lit up, as if he was advocating something supreme, completely forgetting that he himself was the biggest victim of the forbidden technique.

"Sikong Yao??? not good!"

The corners of Zhang Yang's eyes jumped, and he suddenly remembered that there was a Sikong Yao next to him who was staring at him, and hurriedly returned to his senses and looked around.

Zhang Yang opened his eyes, and before Zhang Yang could fix his eyes and look forward, he felt a flower in front of him, and a black shadow attacked his head.

Subconsciously tilted his head, the black shadow silently brushed past his ear, Zhang Yang's face hurt, he reached out and touched it, and a wisp of blood appeared in his palm.

"Hiss......"

Zhang Yang suddenly broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly turned around and looked back, only to gasp.

Dense spatial cracks appeared around Zhang Yang, the mountains and lakes in the distance were long gone, and there was a mess all around, even the land under his feet became fragmented, and pitch-black spatial cracks were born, and Zhang Yang was surrounded by these spatial cracks.

"Boy, be careful of your step!" Long Qingyun also suddenly remembered what happened outside, and saw a slight movement under Zhang Yang's feet, and hurriedly reminded him.

Zhang Yang was startled, and without thinking, he took a step sideways. At this moment, the piece of land where Zhang Yang had just stood silently cracked, and a long spatial crack swallowed up the land.

"Old Dragon, what's going on??? what just happened???"

Seeing the power of that spatial crack, Zhang Yang was suddenly a little frightened, and he didn't dare to move, his eyes scanned back and forth, lest what happened just now be repeated.

"Don't talk nonsense! Find a way out! Otherwise, in a few moments, everything here will be swallowed up, including you!"

Long Qingyun's expression also became solemn, but he was not as nervous as Zhang Yang, and his words were still as steady as a rock.

Long Qingyun's composure calmed Zhang Yang's heart a little, and at this moment, a sudden chill hit the back of Zhang Yang's head, and the speed was extremely fast.

Zhang Yang was frightened and had no time to dodge, so he had to cross his heart, clenched his right arm into a fist, and smashed it sideways behind him.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yang's fist seemed to hit something, and a huge force came. Zhang Yang was not surprised but rejoiced, and rolled forward directly with this huge force.

In such an environment, Zhang Yang didn't dare to make too many moves, hurriedly stabilized his body, looked up, and it was Sikong Yao who had just attacked him.

At this time, Sikong Yao was also embarrassed, her body was not covered, and she was even scarred in some places, but her aura did not weaken in the slightest, and her blood-red eyes still made Zhang Yang a little creepy.

"This mad woman isn't dead yet!!"

Seeing Sikong Yao, Zhang Yang's scalp exploded, if it weren't for the space cracks around him, he would have escaped a long time ago.