readx;“ Oh well. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info If you don't come out, just teach it to me. Mo Hang said with a smile. The allure of a Spirit Sect rank was far greater than the exhaustion from Mo Hang's body, and Mo Hang seemed to have thrown the previous painful feeling behind the clouds.

"Hmm. The stele replied simply.

However, after a long time, before the stele spirit could start to act, Mo Hang couldn't help but ask, "Why don't you teach it to me?" ”

"Haven't you already taught?

There is a black line on Mo Hang's forehead, and there is no change around him, so he just said that he taught it to himself, could it be that it pits himself?

"I don't feel it at all. There was a hint of resentment in Mo Hang's words.

"Hey, you close your eyes, walk slowly forward, and feel with your heart. The stele spirit pointed to the ink channel.

Hearing this, Mo Hang did as the stele spirit said. He closed his eyes and felt like he was sinking into nothingness. Slowly step forward to sense the artistic conception that you don't understand.

After walking for a long time, he felt his surroundings gradually brighten up. Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a figure standing not far from him with his back to him. Mo Hang didn't continue to step forward, and asked tentatively, "Are you the spirit of the stele?"

The figure did not answer Mo Hang's question, nor did he turn to face Mo Hang. As soon as his right hand moved, a slightly domineering long sword appeared out of thin air. The sword was held tightly in his hand, and he began to dance.

It seems to be a simple set of swordsmanship, and with Mo Hang's qualifications, it is not difficult to remember. The figure didn't stop in the middle of the process, and finished the demonstration in one go, only when he made the last powerful move, he shouted: "The sky is falling apart." ”

Because of this roar, Mo Hang guessed that it was the name of the Spirit Sect's rank peerless as the stele spirit said.

After the figure sword slashed down, a substantial sword light more than ten zhang long appeared in front of him, and the sword light was silvery-white, which looked particularly eye-catching.

The sword slashed and fell to the ground, creating a shocking crack, and there was a feeling like the earth shaking around it, matching its prestige "Heaven and Earth Cracking".

But it is strange that such a strong, shockingly destructive attack did not make a sound. Everything was so quiet, dead still.

After the figure withdrew the long sword and stood up again, the earth-shattering crack was actually under Mo Hang's nose, and it was quickly restored and intact. It's as if nothing happened before.

Mo Hang pondered for a moment, and he quickly understood that this was just an artistic conception, and everything was just an illusion, which was why such a strange scene appeared.

The figure stood for a moment, then began to demonstrate as before. Mo Hang paid attention, watching every movement of the figure, firmly remembering it in his mind.

It wasn't until it had been fully demonstrated three times that in the darkness in the distance, an equally slightly domineering long sword flew towards Mo Hang, and then, hovering in front of him.

Seeing the flying long sword, Mo Hang naturally understood its intentions. He didn't hesitate, reached out and grabbed the long sword, closed his eyes, and replayed the entire demonstration of the figure in his mind.

Then, he opened his eyes and began to swing his sword. His movements were basically the same as those demonstrated by the figure, with only minor differences, but that didn't affect the final powerful blow.

Soon, Mohang's action reached the final step. The sword was raised to the highest point, and then, slashing to the ground.

Mo Hang breathed a sigh of relief and paid attention to the situation ahead. He wanted to know the extent to which he had mastered the shattering slash he had obtained from the figure.

However, the result was extremely dissatisfied, and there were no cracks on the ground at all, and even the silver-white sword light had not formed.

For such a situation, Mo Hang does not know why. He stared at the figure who was still there for the demonstration, and followed his movements, wielding his sword step by step.

After the final blow of the figure slashed to the ground, it would form a silver-white sword more than ten zhang long, and a shocking crack would appear on the ground. But after Mo Hang slashed the last sword, the ground in front of him did not move at all, which made him chagrined.

This makes Mo Hangqing, who thinks he is extremely talented, embarrassed? He can't even split the sword, to what extent can he be considered to have mastered it?

Mo Hang was helpless and stopped, staring at the figure with dark eyes. However, for a long time, I couldn't see a clue.

He couldn't understand this, and just stood there and sighed.

Looking at the figure that was tireless, repeating the demonstration, Mo Hang was stunned.

This is a precious Spirit Sect rank master, and it is not something that ordinary people can obtain at all. Now, in the face of peerless learning, he can't even practice a little fur, how can he be willing?

Do you want to give up your own education? Mo Hang asked me to tell my readers that he would never do.

Lost in deep contemplation, Mohang began to reminisce about his experiences after entering the desert region. At first it was the endless desert, the scorching sun that baked the earth, then a small grass, and then the appearance of the temple...... Remembering until now, in between, he paid special attention to what the stele spirit said.

After a lot of screening, he focused on this sentence.

"You close your eyes, walk slowly, and feel with your heart. This was the last thing the stele spirit told Mo Hang.

Mo Hang muttered this sentence in his mouth, thinking about whether there was any mystery that could be hidden in it.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he immediately focused his attention on the word "induction".

"Induction, do you need to sense something yourself?" Mo Hang said in his heart.

Then, ignoring the figure, he slowly closed his eyes, sensing everything around him. It was pitch black and empty, and I was back to the feeling of being in the void.

After a while, he suddenly sensed that somewhere in the outside world there was an amazing force. That kind of power he sensed when he touched the Heaven-shattering Monument, it was an extremely majestic power.

Mo Hang concentrated, his mind eroded towards the place where that power was, carefully touching and caring. At the beginning, that power was extremely violent, causing Mo Hang's mind to be damaged, and cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the soul body.

However, how could he give up the mystery that Mo Hang had found with great difficulty?

Trying to control the power of the mind, slowly wrapping that power and caring for it. Gradually, the ferocity of that power decreased, and it became docile, and with the power of Mo Hang's mind, it surged towards his soul body.

The power swirls slowly around Mohang. There was no hurry, and he made contact with it before he began to absorb it tentatively. The power that had become docile did not resist in the slightest, and slowly burrowed into Mo Hang's body.

When he had fully absorbed that power, he felt full of power, a new force he had never had. As the strength entered, the exhaustion of Mohang completely disappeared, and he became a hundred times more energetic.