The Imperial City Army subconsciously took a step back, constantly recalling the power of that sword in their minds.

The person in charge even took advantage of the gap before the carriage arrived, and called the city lord's mansion as soon as possible to report the matter here.

After a few seconds, he hung up the phone and waved his hand solemnly.

"The latest order from the City Lord's Mansion..."

"Intercept everyone as much as you can."

"But I know that I am invincible..."

"Releaseable."

He breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.

As soldiers, their vocation is to follow orders.

If the instructions given by the City Lord's Mansion were to fight to the death, even if they knew they were invincible, they would do everything they could.

It's just that the consequences of doing so are great.

Fortunately, the city lord's mansion has relaxed the policy.

If you encounter someone who obviously can't be provoked, and may bring trouble to the imperial city, you can turn a blind eye.

"Release!"

With a shout, the Imperial City Army silently divided into two rows, watching the carriage pass in front of them at a very steady speed, and then slowly drove into the deep mountains.

From beginning to end, Su Yang stood on top of the carriage with a lonely attitude, attracting attention, and a second before entering the mountain, he chuckled: "Remember, I am too platinum star, and after a while, I will go to the imperial city for a while." ”

The sound fell, and the carriage completely disappeared from their field of vision.

But the words 'too platinum star' have been firmly imprinted in their minds.

The moment the carriage drove into the woods, sitting in the coachman's position, Wang Qiusheng, who had an indifferent face, suddenly collapsed, dense sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Just now..."

"Just now I felt like I was on the brink of death... Walked around. ”

He carefully wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered.

Su Yang smiled and sat back on the carriage: "Isn't this feeling exciting?" ”

“……”

"How did you just attract Starlight, it looks too bluffing."

Wang Qiusheng gradually came back to his senses, and only then did he have the time to recall the scene when Su Yang made a move, and couldn't help but ask.

Su Yang leaned on the lazy sofa and said very casually: "Stealing learning, it's actually very simple, after activating the 'spell' after a few more blessings, you will find that the power of the fairy spirit has a special arrangement, and you only need to change it slightly, and there will be an unexpected gain." ”

"After trying a few hundred more 'blessing abilities', it can be easily improved."

"Unfortunately, that starlight looks scary, but it can actually be used as a flashlight."

"But it's the coolest skill I've ever developed."

Speaking of this, Su Yang's face showed a look of regret.

And Wang Qiusheng didn't understand what Su Yang was saying at all, he only felt very awesome and shocked.

"I used hundreds of blessing abilities to constantly study the arrangement of the power of the immortals, and only then did I randomly study some 'spells'."

"You only have a few blessing abilities, but a year ago, you were able to customize the 'spell' according to your heart's desire..."

"It's really disappointing."

Su Yang muttered quietly in his mouth, looking resentful.

Wang Qiusheng was listening with his ears pricked up, but after listening carefully for a long time, he still didn't understand too much, he only knew that there seemed to be a person who was very perverted, and he was so perverted that this pervert thought he was very perverted.

"The world... It's horrible..."

"Seeing that it has been nearly a year and a half since Xianlin, can I really be one step ahead?"

"Why do I have to work hard to survive in the end?"

Collapse is always a momentary thing.

Wang Qiusheng suddenly began to despair of his prospects, sat on the horse, absentmindedly drove the carriage, and thought about his future path.

Speaking carefully, one step faster, he is faster.

It's just that every time the ghost makes the god become... Liu Chengfeng was one step faster, and he silently licked the scars in the corner.

"Hmm, don't you feel like we're going around in circles?"

Su Yang's voice suddenly broke the silence and brought Wang Qiusheng back to his senses.

He subconsciously looked around and frowned slightly: "It's foggy?" Something isn't quite right with this fog..."

"Thank you, good Samaritan."

"If you don't remind me, I'm still in the dark."

Su Yang smiled and said in a strange way.

"The mist contains a special kind of fairy power, which seems to be able to shield people's perceptions, and make the nerves dull, and unconsciously fall into it."

"Over time, it will become a real walking corpse, staying in the fog forever."

Wang Qiusheng ignored Su Yang's complaints.

For those who lack their own strength, any slight change is worth waiting for.

"Hmm."

"But the arrangers of the fog have no murderous intentions."

"The arrangement of the power of the immortals is only the most basic kind."

"It's more like a screen."

"Screening people who are qualified to walk through the fog."

Su Yang was thoughtful, and suddenly became interested, and a wisp of immortal power appeared on his fingertips, constantly rubbing, interrupting, sorting, and recombining.

After a while, the power of the fairy quietly dissipated.

"Huh?"

"Isn't that right?"

"That's how I did it."

Su Yang frowned slightly, his face showed distress, and once again squeezed out a trace of fairy power, as if he was playing with plasticine.

It's just that it has been several times in a row, and it has ended in failure.

"What's missing?"

"'Read'?"

"I can't start without the creator's exclusive 'thought'?"

"But that's not right, they teach others too..."

"Got a hand?"

"If you analyze it this way, it makes sense."

"Otherwise, the 'technique' that I worked so hard to create will be learned by others at a glance, how embarrassing."

"There's always something to hide."

Su Yang muttered in broken thoughts.

The wisp of immortal power on his fingertips did not dissipate this time, but suddenly exploded, turning into a series of sharp small wind blades.

Although he had dodged backwards in time, his fingers were still cut open.

Blood dripped down his fingertips.

"Every time the creation of 'technique' fails, I get hurt, it's really troublesome."

"Fortunately, the power of the fairy spirit used this time is relatively small."

Su Yang muttered dissatisfiedly, raised his head, and looked at Wang Qiusheng: "Cover the horse's eyes and let him go by himself, he should be able to break through the fog in a while, if I am unlucky, I will go to catch the car by myself." ”

"Will it work?"

Wang Qiusheng was a little suspicious, but he still followed Su Yang's method.

Su Yang didn't explain too much and leaned back on the sofa.

Disrupting the order of the power of the immortals comes at a price.

If you are lucky, you can accidentally create a very terrifying 'spell', but if you are unlucky, you happen to detonate the power of the fairy, and you are the only one who is injured.

Moreover, the power of creating 'spells' depends on the 'thickness' of the power of the immortals you are arranging at that time.

A very weak wisp of immortal power, no matter what, can't get the 'skill' that shakes the heavens and the earth.

So the ghost knows how many times Su Yang was bombed in this year.

How many times did I almost die in my own hospital before I came up with such a little thing.