Just when everyone was putting their blazing eyes on the crimson battle armor refined by Yang Lang, a cool breeze suddenly hit their faces, and everyone's hearts sank at the same time, and they turned their heads subconsciously to look in the other direction.

There, a young man in white was slightly closing his eyes, standing with one hand, and the other hand gently and skillfully pressed on the giant tripod that emitted a bright golden light, and the hot fluctuations slowly swayed out from the giant tripod.

It's just that what attracts everyone's attention is not Muyang, nor is it the Jiuyang Divine Ding, but the vague and terrifying fluctuations that oscillate from the Jiuyang Divine Ding.

There were some people with strong perception at the scene, their eyes immediately widened, their faces were incredulous, and their mouths twitched and exclaimed: "This, this is... How is this possible?"

Rumble!

As soon as the exclamation fell, the huge Jiuyang Divine Ding trembled, and then, among everyone's trembling eyes, a sky-blue beam of light suddenly shot out from within the Jiuyang Divine Ding!

Boom!

A kind of coercion that was even more terrifying than the crimson armor swept out like a storm, the wind howled, the air waves swept through, and the entire scene fell into a dead silence in an instant!

This kind of fluctuation is even more powerful than the crimson battle armor refined by Yang Lang!

Doesn't that mean that the artifact refined by Muyang is even higher than that refined by Yang Lang?

Although both of them are geniuses, Yang Lang is more than ten years older than Mu Yang after all, and his knowledge and experience are not comparable to Mu Yang, how can he defeat Yang Lang?

But the fact is that the fluctuation of the Muyang artifact is indeed stronger than Yang Lang's!

"What kind of artifact has this Muyang refined?"

The shock in everyone's hearts was irreparable, and their eyes were projected on the pillar of light that reached the sky, regardless of the bright cyan light, and their eyes blinked and waited for the artifact to fly out.

That Yang Lang's face was also pale, he thought that he had refined an artifact this time, which would definitely be able to deter Mu Yang, but he didn't expect that not only could he refine an artifact, but Mu Yang could also!

"Who the hell is this kid! At such a young age, how can he be a tool god!"

Yang Lang clenched his fists and roared in his heart.

Until this time, he still couldn't believe that Mu Yang, who didn't look very old, could actually refine an artifact!

Boom!

At this time, the cyan pillar of light became brighter and brighter, and the fluctuations that erupted became more and more powerful, and finally, under the gaze of everyone, a half-human-sized banana fan slowly flew out from the Jiuyang Divine Ding.

Rumble!

As soon as the banana fan came out, there were suddenly circles of cyan energy ripples visible to the naked eye rushing out in all directions, and the air in the entire instrument hall was boiling at this time, as if it was welcoming their king, roaring and jubilant.

"What a strong wind..."

Everyone opened their mouths wide, their eyelids kept beating, and the coercion emanating from the banana fan made their scalps tingle.

Seeing the born wind feather fan, Mu Yang smiled with satisfaction, immediately lowered his head, and looked straight at the opposite side.

There, Yang Lang was staring at Mu Yang with a gloomy face, and his cold expression seemed to make the temperature of the entire heaven and earth swish.

"Brother Yang Lang, I don't know if this competition should continue?"

Mu Yang's thin lips opened slightly, and the faint voice clearly echoed in this hall.

Yang Lang snorted coldly and said, "Why don't you compare, the refining weapon is not over yet, and I don't know which one is better or stronger!"

After speaking, Yang Lang waved his sleeve robe fiercely, and his palms began to seal rapidly, and the vitality in his body carried the black fire, which was integrated into the crimson armor above his head in an extremely mysterious and conditioning way.

And when the vitality and the evil fire were fused, Mu Yang could clearly feel that the aura emanating from this crimson battle armor was even more powerful than before.

"Oh, a familiar method?"

Mu Yang was shocked, the methods Yang Lang is using now should be no different from the cheating method that Xuanyuan Ling gave to Mu Yang, except that Mu Yang uses soul power to cheat, while Yang Lang uses the vitality and black fire.

As soon as he thought of Xuanyuan Ling, the corners of Mu Yang's mouth couldn't help but hook up a bitter arc, since the Northern Heaven Realm parted, he hadn't seen Xuanyuan Ling once.

"Alas, my master, I have come and gone without a trace, and I don't know what I am doing now. ”

Mu Yang sighed lightly in his heart, his strength was very low at that time, but he felt that Xuanyuan Ling was very powerful, so powerful that he couldn't detect his strength at all. And now, Muyang's soul strength is already in the second-order soul transformation realm, and his vitality cultivation has also been stabilized in the third-turn holy spirit realm, so he can vaguely guess Xuanyuan Ling's true strength now.

According to Mu Yang's estimate, Xuanyuan Ling's strength will not be lower than Xia Man.

Call.

Taking a light breath and putting these things behind him for the time being, Mu Yang also sealed his palms, controlling his soul power to flow into the wind feather fan in an orderly manner.

Subsequently, the fluctuations emitted by the feather fan also began to rise at a slow speed.

Yang Lang, who was on the other side, saw this scene, his pupils shrank, extremely incredible, and he exclaimed in his heart: "How does this kid know about this method? Isn't this method only practiced by people from Seagod Continent?"

Yang Lang's heart was already confused.

Could it be that this kid, who looks only twenty years old, has also been to Poseidon Continent?

W-How is this possible!

However, the fact is that with the influx of Muyang's soul power, the Wind Feather Fan emitted fluctuations, and it was indeed rising at a slow speed!

"No, I can't lose, I can't let him win!"

Yang Lang's face was hideous, and he roared in his heart!

Boom!

The torrent of vitality carried endless black flames all rushed into the crimson battle armor, the red battle armor began to tremble, and the surface also released more and more brilliant red light, and the kind of solid momentum was also more powerful than before.

And the onlookers were stunned, what are these two guys doing?

Why do they keep incorporating power into artifacts?

Everyone was puzzled and puzzled, and at this moment, a trace of purple light, at an imperceptible speed, quickly merged into the crimson battle armor.

"It's done!"

Yang Lang's eyes lit up, this low-level artifact of his was about to produce Zixiao Holy Light!

As long as it can produce Zixiao Holy Light, it means that this spiritual weapon or artifact is definitely an extremely pinnacle existence at the same level!

Whew!

And it was as if the fuse had been ignited, and with the first one, there was a second and third purple light that quickly rushed into the crimson battle armor, and after absorbing these purple powers, the momentum of the battle armor was also exponentially surging!

As the last trace of purple power fused into the armor, the armor began to tremble violently.

At the same time, the corners of Yang Lang's mouth set off the arc of the winner.

Among the crowd, some people with better perception had shocked faces.

The next moment...

Rumble!

A dazzling unimaginable purple light, like a volcanic eruption, burst from the surface of the crimson armor!

The entire hall was covered with purple light in an instant, and everyone raised their heads in awe, their faces covered with purple light, and stared motionlessly at the crimson battle armor that burst with purple light.

It was like looking at a god.

Mu Yang, who was on the other side, saw this scene, his brows also frowned slightly, and he said secretly: "This Yang Lang, sure enough, there are two hits." ”

But then, the corners of his mouth were hooked up with an unapprelievable arc.

"But if that's it, it doesn't seem to be enough to suppress me. ”

Mu Yang raised his palms and aimed them at the wind feather fan above his head.

The Wind Feather Fan was already humming in fear because of the suppression of the crimson armor.

"Since you're the wind, I'll make you a real wind. ”

An indifferent voice came from Mu Yang's mouth, his eyes flashed with bright blue light, and his slightly wide palm was also gently held at this time.

A trace of transparent glass-like power quietly flew out of Muyang's hand and merged into the wind feather fan.

The Wind Feather Fan suddenly stopped trembling.

A mysterious aura was slowly released from the wind feather fan.

"Brother Muyang, I advise you to admit defeat quickly, my battle armor has absorbed the black fire, and the evil nature has increased greatly, as soon as I see an artifact of the same level, I will definitely try to destroy it, you hurry up and stop refining the weapon now, everything is still too late." ”

At this time, Yang Lang looked at Mu Yang arrogantly, and his kind words echoed in this hall.

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Yang Lang with bright eyes, Yang Lang's eldest brother is not only powerful, but also kind-hearted, and he really deserves to be a legendary existence of the Taoist Sect!

On the other hand, Muyang is slightly worse.

As for everyone's gaze, Mu Yang ignored it, but smiled indifferently and looked straight at Yang Lang opposite.

"Thank you Brother Yang Lang for reminding me, but I have no plans to stop refining weapons for the time being. ”

The flat voice came into Yang Lang's ears, but it caused the latter to smile disdainfully.

What a stupid boy, my artifacts have triggered the Zixiao Holy Light, even if you don't want to admit defeat, it won't help.

"Brother Muyang, I advise you again, hurry up and stop refining, otherwise my battle armor will not listen to my control and automatically launch an attack on your feather fan. Yang Lang said bitterly.

Mu Yang shook his head, raised his finger, and pointed to the wind feather fan above his head.

"Huh?"

Yang Lang also looked at the Wind Feather Fan suspended in the air motionless, and laughed: "What's the matter? Brother Muyang thinks that your Feather Fan can be fought against..."

However, before he finished speaking, Yang Lang's face froze, his mouth closed suddenly, and his eyes were also filled with a thick look of disbelief in an instant!

Because he saw that a wisp of purple mist like smoke quietly appeared around the Wind Feather Fan.

Moreover, in this purple mist, there was also a trace of crystal clear golden light.

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