Rebuilding the Yin Fu Demon Wheel was not difficult for Mo Chuan.

The only thing he had to worry about was the resistance of the five-colored divine beast, which might bring backlash.

Therefore, after doing a good job of pre-eucalyptus, this began to perform the Yin Fu Demon Wheel method.

He used his fingertips as the pen and Yuan Qi as the ink, and the pen walked between the dragon and the snake, and a binding spell was outlined.

Under the 7,200-year-old Dao, the evil spell seems to come to life, shining in the air and shining in the temple.

"Hurry!"

When the edict fell, the light of the spell shone brightly, like a vine and a net, and in an instant, it was wrapped with a bird's egg about three feet high.

"Phew-"

Suddenly, there was a clear cry from the egg, and it seemed to feel that it was about to lose its freedom, and suddenly it woke up, and frantically knocked on the eggshell, trying to struggle out.

"Ka-"

In the violent impact, cracks like spider webs spread from the eggshell.

Mo Chuan had already expected that hundreds of dragons on the Thousand Miles Continent roared together, and illusory chains emerged on the birds' eggs, intertwined with each other, extending in all directions, extending into the endless void.

"Bang bang bang...... Bang Bang ......"

The eggs shook violently, but the cracks on the surface of the eggshells stopped, leaving only a mournful scream, full of anger and despair, but nothing could be done.

He can only be guided by the mantra of binding evil and be incorporated into the chaos of Mooladhara.

Mo Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

He should have formed a yin and yang alliance to stick to his origin, but he clenched his left finger with his right fist, knotted the vajra fist, and became a wisdom fist seal.

It seems nondescript, but in fact, it has long been integrated. Many details that were known at the beginning but did not know why are now no longer required to be read from the script.

It's more about choosing according to actual needs.

It must be known that the interplay of yin and yang lies in the source of fixed income, and he has a true dragon to suppress the divine bird, so naturally there is no need to do more.

Therefore, I chose to liberate this part of my energy, make use of the leaks, and check and fill in the gaps.

As a circle of wisdom fire naturally unfolded behind his head, the hall fell into silence, and faintly he could still hear the roar of the true dragon under the palace, on the thousands of miles of continent.

Clearly, the crackdown has not been as smooth as it seems.

I don't know how long it has been, as the roar of the true dragon gradually calmed down, Mo Chuan's brows finally relaxed.

He looked inward, and saw that in the Mooladhara chakra, a long-tailed colorful young bird was hovering endlessly, and the blood was steaming demon chakra, like a great avenue furnace.

"This is a phoenix?"

"No, there are five colors of phoenixes, more red phoenixes, more green ones, more yellow ones, more purple ones, more white birds."

"This bird is colorful, it shouldn't be a phoenix."

"Or is this the 'Five Picking Birds' recorded in the "Great Wilderness West Classic"?"

Or is the phoenix recorded in the classics not the real phoenix, but only the subgenus of the phoenix? Is the real phoenix colorful? ”

Mo Chuan looked at the colorful birds hovering in the demon wheel, and his heart was puzzled.

"Zuo Qiu Yao once used his divine soul to send the five-colored divine feather to avoid the Jin Dan self-explosion."

"The Crane Guanzi Duwan" also says: The phoenix, the bird of quail fire, and the essence of the sun! When I take a closer look at its magical powers, I will know the ownership of this bird. ”

Thinking of it, Mo Chuan's heart moved, and he had another angle of research.

He immediately closed his eyes and carefully comprehended the bloodline of the colorful bird.

Circles of wisdom fire spread out from the back of his head again, and the fire burned more and more, and the more blazing it became, the brighter and brighter it became, just like wisdom.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, and his face was full of incredulity.

He stretched out his right hand, and a vortex emerged from his fingertips out of thin air, whistling upwards and rushing towards his fingertips.

- The magic power of the multicolored bird is not fire, but wind!

Mo Chuan's heart moved, and his figure suddenly left the sacrificial furnace, and subconsciously wanted to fly to a thousand feet in the air to see if he could break through the wall-like wind.

Unexpectedly, his figure had just appeared in the sky of Kyushu.

I was stunned.

Looking up at the sky, the sun is high, baking the world.

He actually felt the power of the "wind" from the blazing sun, which made him intimate, yearning, and even longing, trying to soar away.

"Hell, is it possible that the 'solar wind' is also considered wind?"

"So, is the statement that Feng is the essence of the sun right?"

"Gan!"

Mo Chuan stood in the air, his three views were messy.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and continued to fly into the air.

In this process, he kept feeling the difference between "refining the gods and controlling the qi" and "controlling the wind with blood".

To his surprise, the underlying logic of the two is almost the same.

The difference is that refining the gods and controlling the qi requires maintaining supernatural powers at all times, and the bloodline controlling the wind is more like instinctive running.

If you ask about the pros and cons?

The former knows why, and the latter knows what it is.

In the repeated attempts, Mo Chuan finally arrived at the 2,000 zhang Gangfeng layer, and then up, the Gangfeng roared like a wall, making people unable to enter.

- Even if he is in charge of the Tiangang Law Refining God and Wind.

"I wonder if the bloodline magic power will work?"

Mo Chuan took a deep breath, Yuan Qi surging up, controlling the multicolored bird supernatural power, and suddenly stepped towards the wall Gangfeng.

"Huhuhu......"

The howling wind was like a dragon in flowing water, naturally diverging to both sides, and could no longer cause the slightest interference and obstruction to Mo Chuan.

"It's-"

Mo Chuan was stunned.

He can be regarded as sharing the bloodline power of several demons, but he has never seen such a domineering bloodline power.

In his bewilderment, he gritted his teeth and continued to fly upward.

The wind is thicker and thicker, but under the blood of the colorful birds, the moat is like a thoroughfare, which can be described as walking on the ground.

After a stick of incense, Mo Chuan stopped, and finally passed through the Qianzhang Gang Wind Layer, but the scenery in front of him made his Tong Kong relax and his scalp tingle.

It was an endless starry sky, dotted with starlight, dark and deep, full of charm and horror, making people feel like they were in the abyss.

This is not the source of Mo Chuan's fear.

What made him creepy was that there was a "star ring" of light between him and the starry sky.

It is said to be a star ring, but it is actually made up of countless talismans.

"It's ...... Galaxy? ”

This obvious artificial creation made Mo Chuan worried.

He even recognized at a glance that this star ring was the Milky Way that the creatures of Kyushu had long been accustomed to.

After a long time, he looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

He thought he would see a blue planet, but he swept it away, as far as his eyes could see, but he almost screamed.

Head!

He saw a skull.

A skull that seemed to be buried in the sand, gravel, and earth.

The skull eyes have been submerged in the blue water, and in the right eye socket is a continent floating, which is Kyushu.

If you look closely, there is also a continent floating in your left eye socket.

On the cover of the skull heavenly spirit, there is a large desert.

Because the distance is too far, it is impossible to see if there are any traces of life activities.

A bone-chilling chill that seemed to come from the depths of the universe seeped into Mo Chuan's limbs, making him feel like falling into an ice cave, chilling his bone marrow.

He looked around with a messy mind, and it took a long time before he sank into the wind and was still in Kyushu.

Returning to the sacrificial Dao furnace and looking at this cave-like Sumeru space, Mo Chuan could no longer have the slightest sense of security.

The scene just now kept rolling in his mind, making his mind uncertain.

He didn't know, who arranged the ring? What is the purpose?

Is it protection? Or captivity?

But the fact that the heavy ground under his feet was nothing more than a skull had already made his three views almost collapse.

Could it be that the beings of Kyushu are just a group of ...... Parasite?

"There are five insects in the world, and the scales and feathers are kun. Unexpectedly, we are really ...... A swarm of bugs. ”