It's getting late. ，

In the room, Mu Yang sat on the cultivation platform, his palms quickly sealed, and mysterious fluctuations were released from his body, rushing towards the surroundings.

In front of him, there was a golden military bell suspended, and the light flickered, as if it made a pleasant bell, and after hearing this bell, it would give people a magical feeling of cohesion.

The speed of Mu Yang's palm seal is getting faster and faster, and the crystal-like power runs along his arm, turning into two torrents rushing to the palm, and then it is like a torrent blocked by a dam, as long as the gate is opened, it will definitely burst out into a monstrous flood.

In front of Muyang, a graceful green skirt stood quietly, her eyes flowing, and she watched this scene quietly.

"This little guy's control over the Storm Source Spirit is getting deeper and deeper. ”

The woman was the Goddess of the Storm, and he glanced at Muyang's increasingly proficient sealing, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Drink!"

Suddenly, Mu Yang let out a low sigh, his palms closed suddenly, and then slowly pulled them apart.

Between the palms, the crystal-like cyan power frantically condensed, and it actually formed a palm-sized ball of light, an extremely sharp fluctuation, and erupted.

"Go!"

Mu Yang let out a low snort, slapped his palms forward in the air, and the crystal blue light ball hummed, shooting out a flood of light, carrying a fierce and surging power, and rushed into the Hetian Army Bell.

Thundered!

The power of the crystal blue light is integrated into the Hetian Army Bell, and the Hetian Army Bell emits a brilliant golden light, and the light shines, as if there is a monstrous roar, such a terrifying battle intent, which makes people fearful.

"Woo-la-la!"

And at this moment, a sharp explosion sounded out, and I saw that a trace of blood-colored mist began to seep out of the surface of the Hetian Army Bell, and with a strange power fluctuation, it disappeared between heaven and earth with the wind.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yang was slightly happy in his heart, and immediately no longer hesitated, and increased his power to use the power of the Storm Source Spirit to try his best to wash away the army in the bell of the Heavenly Army.

The will to fight, as time goes by, becomes more and more terrifying.

......

While Muyang was trying his best to temper the army, the Dao Sect was in the Dao Heart Palace.

A young man dressed in white stood with his head held high in the Dao Heart Hall, he was carrying a huge green sword, sword eyes and sword eyebrows, just standing there, there was a stream of sword qi released, as if to tear the ground under his feet open.

"Hehe, I don't know why the little sword fairy came to my Dao Sect?"

Mu Zhenhuang sat on the top of the first seat, looked at the young man below, and said with a smile.

"Seniors and juniors come to your sect mainly for two things, the first is to catch up with old friends. ”

Just by speaking, the little sword fairy released a fierce sword aura, and he arched his hand at Mu Zhenhuang and said frankly.

"Catch up with old friends..."

Mu Zhenhuang smiled, how could he not know that the old friend that the little sword fairy said in his mouth must be Yang Lang.

"What about the second one?" Mu Zhenhuang continued to ask.

"The second thing is that I want to learn from one of your sects. ”

Xiao Jianxian didn't hide anything, and said.

"Oh?

Mu Zhenhuang is not a fool, when Xiao Jianxian said this, he guessed that the person he wanted to learn from must be Mu Yang.

The matter of Mu Yang's control of the sword intent is now spread throughout the entire Dao Sect, and there is no impermeable wall under the sky, the people of the Dao Sect know about it, and many people from the outside world must also know about it.

And this big disciple of the Sword God Temple, the little sword immortal, likes to do the most is to challenge the powerhouses of the same level, especially the sword cultivators, and now I heard that there is also a person in the Dao Sect who has sensed the sword intent, and he will definitely come to learn from it.

It's just that for this competition, the probability of Mu Yang winning is very low.

This is Mu Zhenhuang's opinion, after all, Mu Yang has just sensed the sword intent, and the little sword immortal has already sensed the sword intent for more than three years, in the past three years, he must have been studying kendo all the time, and his achievements in kendo have definitely reached a higher level.

Mu Zhenhuang even had a guess that the handsome young man in front of him had already sensed the next level of sword intent.

If this is the case, then Muyang will hardly have the slightest chance of winning.

"I don't know who the little sword immortal wants to learn from my Dao Sect?" Although he guessed it, Mu Zhenhuang still asked with a smile.

Xiao Jianxian didn't have anything to hide, and confessed loudly: "Daozong, Muyang." ”

"Sure enough, it's Muyang..."

Mu Zhenhuang's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he said: "Now, Muyang is in retreat, if the little sword fairy insists on learning, I'm afraid he will have to wait a few days." ”

"It's okay, I want to catch up with Brother Yang Lang, as long as the sect master doesn't dislike the trouble of the juniors, then the juniors can wait until the day when Muyang comes out. The little sword fairy arched his hand at Mu Zhenhuang with respect and said with a smile.

"Hehe, no, no, no. ”

Mu Zhenhuang laughed loudly, and then stretched out his hand and said, "In that case, Third Elder, take the little sword immortal to Yang Lang's residence, the little sword fairy is light." ”

"Yes. ”

Third Elder Li Quan nodded slightly, and then his figure flashed, and he came to the side of the little sword immortal, and said with a smile: "Little sword immortal, let's go." ”

"Thank you seniors for leading the way. ”

Xiao Jianxian arched his hand at Li Quan very sincerely, and did not have any disrespect for him at all because his strength and Li Quan were in the Four Turns Holy Spirit Realm.

Then, Li Quan left the Dao Heart Hall with the little sword immortal and went to Yang Lang's residence.

Staring at the backs of the two leaving, Mu Zhenhuang's eyes narrowed again.

"I didn't expect this little sword immortal to really reach the Fourth Transformation Holy Spirit Realm with his strength..."

Muttered softly, slightly shocked echoed in this heart hall.

Then, Mu Zhenhuang looked at the second elder on the side and asked, "Second elder, do you think this little sword immortal is stronger or weaker than you?"

"This..."

Second Elder Zhao Xing frowned slightly, then smiled bitterly, shook his head and said, "Sect Master, I'm afraid, I'm not as good as this little sword immortal." ”

"Oh, how so?"

Mu Zhen's eyes also flashed with a different color, but he didn't expect Zhao Xing, who had always been strong, to say such things directly.

Zhao Xing explained with a wry smile: "From him, I feel a very dangerous aura, and that danger is probably stronger than the feeling that the ordinary Five Turns Holy Spirit Realm brings me. ”

"Oh?

When Mu Zhenhuang heard this, he was shocked, the light in his eyes flashed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"It seems that Muyang's little guy has met a strong opponent this time. ”

I don't know whether it was a happy or sad voice, and then it spread roughly in this hall.

......

At the same time, in Muyang's room.

Mu Yang tried his best to use the storm source spirit to temper the army in the bell of the Hetian Army, and before he knew it, the time of the day had passed.

Thundered!

The crystal-like blue light power turned into a torrent, and rushed into the Hetian Army Bell desperately, and the sound of Bang La Bang was endless, and wisps of blood-colored power continued to float out of the Hetian Army Bell, and then dissipated with the wind.

And after eliminating these blood-colored powers, the aura released from the Hetian Army Bell was obviously more condensed and powerful than before.

Mu Yang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his breathing was also shortness of breath countless times, obviously, the process of refining the war army was also an extremely huge consumption for him now.

But he did not stop refining, but with a more violent attitude, he turned the crystal-like blue light power into a torrent, surging into the Hetian Army Bell.

Time passed quietly, and another day passed.

Before Mu Yang's palms, as time passed, the volume of the crystal blue light ball continued to shrink, and now it had shrunk to the size of a fingernail.

And after absorbing these powers, the aura emanating from the bells of the Hetian Army is also more and more powerful, making the scalp tingle.

"Let me in!"

Suddenly, Mu Yang let out a low shout, the green tendons on his forehead surged, and with a slap of his palms, all the crystal blue light power poured into the Hetian Army Bell, and there was nothing left!

Rumble!

Brilliant golden light burst out, like a scorching sun, suspended in the sky, illuminating the entire room.

A terrifying fluctuation also faintly oscillated from the bell of the Hetian Army.

"Damn, it's finally done. ”

Mu Yang scolded in his heart, but his body fell backwards weakly, and finally pounced and fell to the ground.

"Roar!"

At this time, there seemed to be a roar in the bell of the Hetian Army, which was mixed with a kind of joy, although it was violent.

It was a liberating joy.

"It seems that you don't want to be manipulated by that kind of power..."

Mu Yang's eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his mouth hooked up a slight arc, and he secretly said in his heart: It seems that I have done a good thing this time.

"Roar!"

The monstrous roar continued to come out of the Hetian Army bell, and in Mu Yang's mind, a series of figures appeared.

The number of these figures is extremely large, and if you count them carefully, I am afraid that there are 17,000 of them.

Moreover, among the 17,000 figures, there are nearly 8,000 figures wearing red armor, and the remaining 9,000 figures are all gray armor, which at first glance, it seems uncoordinated.

But at this time, around each figure, there was a trace of blue light power, and a fierce aura like a storm was swayed out, which was unusually coordinated, without the slightest conflict.

"After the tempering of the Storm Source Spirit, this 17,000 battle army has really improved qualitatively. ”

Mu Yang's eyes were slightly closed, and the countless figures in the mind of the quietly watcher felt the surging and terrifying aura, and a satisfying arc appeared above the corners of his mouth.

He knew that if the current battle army went all out, even if it was a martial cultivator powerhouse in the Six Transformations Holy Spirit Realm, he would not be afraid.

Even, there is still a victory!

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