Yang Mingxuan also felt the abnormal changes in the young man opposite at this time, and the crescent moon in the sky was completely dimmed at this time.

The light of the stars in the sky poured into Ye Ziyu's body along with the moonlight, and there was a crackling sound on the surface of the young man's body.

Yang Mingxuan looked at it fixedly, and his pupils suddenly shrank, only to see that the black qi that was originally as thin as a gossamer had turned into thick knuckles after just a moment.

It's not just ordinary black gas, it's more like black thunder and lightning, and when Ye Ziyu's body surface wanders, it will emit a thunderbolt like fine thunder.

Yang Mingxuan sneered, under the absolute strength gap, no matter how miraculous the skill secret, could it be that an ant with a seventh-level qi refining could really make any waves in front of himself, a Yuanying cultivator?

The palm of his hand was clenched into a claw, and it was pressed down towards Ye Ziyu's body, and the invisible powerful spiritual power squeezed the surrounding space, instantly imprisoning Ye Ziyu in it.

Yang Mingxuan laughed self-deprecatingly, he was actually scared by this kid just now, isn't this no different from just now?

There is a difference of three great realms, even if the Confucian Saint Immortal Buddha is in the Qi refining period, he is definitely not the opponent of the Yuanying Cultivator.

Ye Ziyu's black hair was dancing wildly, like a demon god, he finally raised his head, and his eyes like a dark abyss glanced at Yang Mingxuan opposite.

When Yang Mingxuan saw that pair of eyes, his heart tightened inexplicably, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying existence, and he had obviously imprisoned Ye Ziyu, why did this kid seem to be unaffected at all?

His complexion gradually became solemn, no longer as relaxed as he was playing with a mouse.

"Ye Ziyu" took his eyes off Yang Mingxuan at this time, and looked up at the dark sky, all the light within a radius of a hundred miles was absorbed into his body.

But for monks, the sensitivity of the five senses is far more than that of a very human being, and seeing things at night is like day, which is a very common thing.

Immediately after, he made another strange move, only to see him open his nose and take a deep breath of the air between heaven and earth, and when he exhaled the air, there seemed to be a ghostly light flashing in his strange black eyes.

The young man's face showed a look of intoxication, as if it was not the ordinary air that filled the heavens and the earth, but a precious treasure that he had lost for a long time.

For him, it was not air, but freedom, the first breath of "he" coming back into this heaven and earth since the last immeasurable eon.

He glanced at the snow rabbit that Yang Mingxuan was condensed in the air with mana with great interest, and actually stretched out his palm and beckoned to the snow rabbit, and the snow rabbit that Xiao Ning's body turned into appeared on the palm of his hand.

At this time, Ye Ziyu was very strange, as if he was a different person, Xiao Ning, who was held in his arms, seemed to notice something, and bit Ye Ziyu's finger in one bite, and his smart eyes were full of anxiety.

Yang Mingxuan's heart was shocked, what is going on? The snow rabbit was a ban laid by his own lightly, but just now, he didn't sense any energy fluctuations at all, why did the snow rabbit appear on the palm of this kid's hand.

Could it be that this kid still has a secret technique of space?

No, it is absolutely impossible, then at least it has to be the strongest person who has to reach the Ascension Realm to have a chance to get a glimpse of the mysterious and powerful law.

However, Yang Mingxuan was far from being comparable to ordinary Yuanying Cultivators, although his mind was shocked by "Ye Ziyu's" hand just now, he quickly calmed down.

He looked around Ye Ziyu's body intently, and finally locked his gaze on the pair of black eyes.

Just looking at each other for a moment, Yang Mingxuan knew what the problem was.

The black-eyed Ye Ziyu in front of him is not the kid at the beginning at all, this seems to be another soul.

From those black eyes, you can vaguely see the vicissitudes left by the years in them, as well as the vastness of the vast universe.

After a long time, Yang Mingxuan asked in a deep voice, "Who is Your Excellency? This young man has a great enmity with my Qingyun Sect, and I ask Your Excellency not to meddle in this matter."

After saying that, he paused

, and added after careful remarks: "If you need a suitable body, my Qingyun Sect will definitely meet your needs, and all kinds of spiritual root treasures are available for you to choose from."

Ye Ziyu's gaze always stayed on the snow rabbit biting his finger, and he saw the anxiety and uneasiness in Xiao Ning's eyes.

I never thought that a small demon clan would be able to find the clues at the first time.

As for what Yang Mingxuan said just now, for a character of his level, no, living beings, it is not right to say this.

What he really is, maybe even he doesn't know very well.

Perhaps, only the majestic man who wore green clothes and once held up the world knew what he was.

And Yang Mingxuan, who thinks he is superior, doesn't even have the qualifications to talk to him, or even look at him.

Just a flash of light, Yang Mingxuan suddenly felt that his body couldn't move, just like he treated this group of ants, and he was also treated as an ant by this strange existence in front of him.

But when the black-eyed young man in front of him saw that Yang Mingxuan was still standing in front of him, there seemed to be some disbelief in his eyes, and he couldn't help but rub his eyes.

"Why haven't you dissipated yet?"

"Ye Ziyu" asked strangely, but Yang Mingxuan had a shocked look on his face, he had always been as plain as water, and at this time, he had already set off a monstrous wave in his heart.

With a flash of light, do you want to kill a Yuanying monk?

What a terrifying and powerful existence this is, could it be the remnant soul of a sage in ancient times? Otherwise, how could there be such cultivation?

"Ye Ziyu" laughed at himself, and couldn't help but raise his hand, looking at the palm fingers exposed by the bone ballast, he shook his head, as if he was a little dissatisfied.

"This body is still too weak, and this level of refinement can't even be compared to a martial artist who claims to be a martial artist."

Yang Mingxuan's body was controlled, and after a brief shock, he regained his composure again.

This is just an incarnation, and even if it falls here, it won't have much impact on his body.

Yang Mingxuan calmly asked, "Who is Your Excellency?"

"Ye Ziyu" didn't answer him at all, and as soon as he raised his hand, he wanted to completely scatter Yang Mingxuan's incarnation, which was not a difficult thing for him.

Yang Mingxuan glanced back at Yang Qinghua, who was unconscious on the ground behind him, and sighed slightly in his heart, people are not as good as heaven, who would have expected that at this critical moment, there would be such an inexplicable existence.