Mu Zizhen did not refine the transparent spar, but only forcibly controlled the vines through it, and according to his estimate, Qiu Guan also did not refine the spar.

Holding the spar in his palm, he still didn't find anything after careful observation for a long time, so he had no choice but to put it away first, and did not put it into the ring, but put it into the dantian along the meridians.

He wanted to see if he could use the spirit power to refine it, although he didn't know exactly why, but his intuition told him that this spar was not simple.

He put away the ten people and collected forty black beads through the soul runes, and Mu Zizhen named it the 'Soul Spirit Beads'.

The sword technique worked, and while healing, he continued to fly towards the depths of the Black Sand Plains.

After a few hours, the injury barely stabilized with the help of the elixir, and it would take some time for him to heal.

Mu Zizhen estimated the distance, he should have escaped the center of the Black Sand Plain, and secretly thought that he had finally escaped safely, but as soon as this idea fell, a monstrous power from the rear quickly pressed down.

The heart sank to the bottom, 'Yuan Infant Realm', but I didn't expect that for a spell, the Shadow Moon Sect even dispatched the Yuan Infant Realm.

It is impossible to fight, it is definitely not a one-in-one enemy, it is also impossible to escape, and the difference between the natal realm escape technique and the yuan infant is dozens of times.

Mu Zizhen's thoughts were racing, and there was still no feasible way, so he had to desperately urge the sword technique, and he could escape for a while.

The monstrous coercion was getting closer and closer, until Mu Zizhen felt that he was locked by a divine sense.

But looking back, except for a piece of blue light, I couldn't see the figure clearly, and the distance was still ten miles away.

"Humph!"

The cold snort was like thunder in the clear sky, and Mu Zizhen only felt that the sea of consciousness shook, and his soul fluctuated violently and almost collapsed.

There were turbulent waves in his heart, but a cold snort was accompanied by a divine soul attack, which was terrifying.

The soul eyebrow rune is bright, it can stabilize the turbulent soul, and he doesn't dare to stay and continue to fly, although he has become a 'Gong Soul' by chance, but the gap in strength is really too big, far from being made up by a secret technique.

In this situation, Mu Zizhen couldn't see a trace of life, so he had to flee for a mile.

The distance between the two kept getting closer, and when it was shortened to five miles, the voice behind them sounded again.

"The flat bottom is breezy, and there is no limit to killing. ”

A breeze blows out of thin air for hundreds of miles, that's right... It is a breeze, not slow like a spring breeze and comfortable.

But Mu Zizhen's eyes showed a look of horror, and then he saw a series of bloody cuts open on him, a few inches long and nearly a foot.

But there was no attack, only a continuous breeze, and not a single grain of black sand on the ground was blown.

A few golden threads climbed up Mu Zizhen's pupils, and he didn't dare to urge the golden pupils with all his might, for fear that exposing his alien identity would affect the sect, because everything was hidden under the shroud of Yuanying Divine Sense.

This look really shows the clues, there are transparent silk threads in the breeze, which cannot be seen clearly by the naked eye, and he also guessed through the fluctuation of the slightest mana.

In just a few breaths, Mu Zizhen was already covered with wounds, and blood was sprinkled like rain where the flying sword passed.

However, as time went by, there were fewer and fewer new wounds, and I saw Mu Zizhen standing on the flying sword and twisting his body from time to time, avoiding the invisible silk threads.

"Huh!"

Yuanying Monk didn't expect Mu Zi to really be able to dodge his spells, and this physical body was extremely strong, and he was very surprised.

Don't look at Mu Zizhen's injury, he didn't kill with one blow, and he felt that the Yuanying Monk's attack was nothing more than that.

First of all, we have to think about the range, this is an indiscriminate attack within a radius of a hundred miles, and secondly, this technique is more embodied in the shadowless and invisible, and then the Yuanying Monk did not do his best, at most he called thirty percent of the mana, and finally Mu Zizhen's physical body was ridiculously strong, comparable to the peak fierce beast of Jindan.

The distance between the two had shrunk to one mile, and Mu Zizhen also rushed out of the scope of the spell, and a sand dune appeared in front of him, no more than dozens of zhang high.

When I got closer, I realized what kind of hill this was, but the nest of the 'Black Ant'.

Countless black ants came and went in and out of the hills, their whole body like black iron and reflecting bursts of gloom, their bodies more than a foot long, their heads and feet occupying two-thirds of their bodies, and their mouthparts and palms clicked between opening and closing.

The black ant is a spiritual nemesis, whether it is a living or a dead thing, whether it is a soft or hard thing, as long as it contains spiritual power, it is their food, it has no eyes, but it is extremely sensitive to spiritual power.

There is a way for the ants to cross the border, and there is no soul.

Mu Zizhen thought of this, and shot directly at the nest of the dead ants.

"Want to die, dream!"

When the Yuanying monk, who was less than a hundred feet away from him, saw this, he thought that he didn't want to be captured and wanted to kill himself.

With a flick of his hand, a sky-covering palm appeared, pinching it towards Mu Zizhen in the air.

How could such a movement be concealed from the perception of the black underworld ants, and I saw that the black ants' backs trembled and gave birth to black wings, which shot overwhelmingly towards Mu Zizhen and the Yuanying Monk.

The lowest strength is all natal realms, and there are dozens of golden pill realms mixed in.

The palm of his hand is huge, Mu Zizhen is completely shrouded, how to escape from this Five Finger Mountain?

The spirit yuan power was transferred to the limit, and the Dao Dao thunder swirled around him.

The silver thunder converged, condensing into several thunderballs behind him, only the size of a bowl, but the energy inside was extremely violent.

Boom...

The thunderballs burst one after another, and the thunder arcs exploded, and the speed of flying increased dramatically under the blessing of the blast wave, but at the cost of blurring the flesh and blood on the back, dense cracks appeared on the exposed white bones, and even the spine was not spared.

The seven orifices were bleeding non-stop, and they looked miserable and hideous.

The giant palms were closed, and the air was squeezed out, forming a violent wind, and the black ants and Mu Zizhen flew out like sandbags.

Mu Zizhen had already reached the limit, and before he fell unconscious, he retracted the spiritual yuan power of his whole body, and his body smashed into the nest of the black underworld ant like a boulder.

"Hiss"

An earth-shattering hiss sounded, and a huge black mouth emerged from the sky, and the giant palm that was held was spit out.

This is the Black Immortal Ant Queen's shot, and this strength is obviously beyond that of the Sky Yuan Infant Cultivator.

The two divine souls were frozen in the sky, but neither of them was making a move.

Mu Zizhen is only in the natal realm, and falling into the nest of the black underworld ant is definitely dead or alive, thinking of this, the Yuanying monk was unwilling to take a few glances at the nest, and then turned into a streamer and shot in the direction of the direction.

It's not that I didn't think that it was inherited in the Na Ring, but the Na Ring is also a spiritual weapon, and it will not be spared if it enters the black ant's nest, and all items will be turned into powder by air pressure when the inner space collapses.

The ring is only refined with a special spiritual material, the ethereal crystal, and the spar itself contains space, not created by great power.

Mu Zizhen woke up slowly, his whole body was in pain, and his vertebrae were so badly injured that he couldn't even stand up.

The whole body is full of disgusting mucus, it must be left by the black ant, the spiritual sense is expanded, there is only a broken robe on the body, and there is not a single ring left, and it is impossible to find a pill to heal the wounds.

"Hmm!"

The arm exerted force, so that the body changed from lying on its back to lying on its stomach, and many wounds that healed automatically collapsed again, whirring... The sound of breathing is like a bellows pulling.

Then he laughed maniacally, and survived anyway, laughing and coughing, and blood foaming from his mouth.

"Rustle..."