Mu Wanfeng turned her head to look at the energy, and her heart was bitter.

Others clapped their hands at will, and they had such power, how could that monstrous power be within the reach of manpower?

He believes that as long as his side is slapped by this hand, there is absolutely no possibility of survival......

At this time, Mo Yushu's heart was also pounding, and as death approached, beads of sweat the size of beans oozed from his forehead.

At this time, he didn't care about any reservations, and shouted loudly: "Thunder!"

As soon as Mo Yushu finished shouting, the qi on his body changed suddenly, his spiritual power appeared to be violent and disordered, and his hair was stimulated by the current overflowing from his body.

Mu Wanfeng only felt that the white light in front of him was dazzling, and he was in a trance, and when he saw the vision clearly again, he suddenly found that he had been carried by Mo Yushu and came to a hundred zhang away.

Rumble!

There was a loud earth-shattering sound, and the earth trembled violently, shaking like chaff for a while, making people unstable on their feet.

Where Mu Wanfeng was where they were, a huge pit appeared, dusty, and countless fine cracks appeared around the pit, snaking out like a long snake.

Although it was only for a moment, Mu Wanfeng still found that after the momentum hit the ground, it caused the surrounding streets to twist and collapse, turning into the rocky ground where they were originally located.

As that momentum dissipated, it gradually returned to the street it was on now under the effect of the formation......

After Mo Yushu escaped like lightning, his chest rose and fell rapidly, he gasped for breath, and let go of Mu Wanfeng and Xue Wuxian with all his strength, and fell to the ground.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he muttered to himself, "The thunder is really violent......

Just now he felt that the fire had burned to his buttocks, and between life and death, he borrowed the thunder momentum to escape, and crossed a distance of 100 zhang in the blink of an eye, which narrowly avoided the palm blow.

The old man once warned him that borrowing the power of thunder generated by thunder is the power of heaven and earth. It is far from being comparable to the power of the thunder that the current Dao Gate spells and spirit runes have induced.

When you don't break through the Purple Mansion Realm and reach a higher level, the thunder momentum cannot be used easily, otherwise it will hurt your internal organs, and your body will explode and you will die.

However, between life and death, Mo Yushu couldn't care about the old man's warning, if they didn't borrow the thunder momentum, they would have died just now.

Mo Yushu has always kept in mind the old man's words, and when he was forced to be helpless, it was also the first time to borrow thunder.

As soon as he used the deception, he deeply understood the meaning of the old man's words, and also understood the horror of the power of heaven and earth.

He just borrowed a trace of thunder momentum to escape, and then immediately cut off his connection with the heaven and earth qi.

However, at this moment, the spiritual power he used was drained. If the contact hadn't been cut off in time, I was afraid that a few of them would have been torn to pieces by the power of thunder before they were killed by the palm blow......

"Oh?" The phantom man's eyes lit up, and he said, "There is another human who can use power, and this realm dares to borrow thunder power, and it is a blessing that he is not dead......"

"Ten Thousand Souls?" Mo Yushu said in surprise.

The words he asked were said in a different tone that Mu Wanfeng and the others couldn't understand, so that Mu Wanfeng and the others listened in a fog.

This time it was the turn of the phantom man to be surprised, with excitement and loneliness in his eyes, as if he had met a relative, and he had a thousand words to pour out.

"Boy, do you know the language of all souls?" asked the phantom man.

This time, Mu Wanfeng and Xue Wuxian couldn't understand what he said, this feeling was very strange. I could understand it just now, but now I don't know why, I just feel that what the two of them said is obscure and awkward......

In fact, it's no wonder that they can't understand, because just now the phantom man used his spiritual power to transmit the language into the hearts of the two of them in order to spit out his loneliness, so that although they couldn't understand the words, they could understand the meaning.

And now, the phantom man didn't care about bothering to let Mu Wanfeng and the others understand his words, he just wanted to talk to Mo Yushu.

Being able to hear this familiar and cordial language from the mouths of others made the phantom man feel like he was reunited with his loved ones.

After Mo Yushu was shocked in his heart, he immediately figured out that he understood that the language of all souls was also due to the old man. And the person in front of him is an existence of the same level as the old man, and it is not surprising that he understands the language of all souls.

"The language of all souls is given by the lonely elders. Mo Yushu replied.

The phantom man's face was overjoyed, and he asked, "Who is your elder, where is you, where is your teacher, can you let him come and meet us?"

He asked four questions in a row, and the excitement in his heart could be seen by a fool.

Mo Yushu was speechless for a while, but now that the lives of several of his people were still in the hands of others, he had to answer all the time. Maybe as soon as others are happy, they let them go, but they don't have to.

After making up his mind, Mo Yushu said: "The lonely elder lives in seclusion in the mountains all the year round, and he is known for his teacher, and he doesn't know if he wants to go here. ”

When the illusory man heard Mo Yushu's words, he was slightly disappointed, and after a moment of silence, he asked, "Have you ever heard of Xuantian Sect from the mouth of your elders?"

"Xuantian Sect?" Mo Yushu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "I have never heard of it, the lonely elder may know, but he has not informed the lonely ......."

After thinking for a moment, Mo Yushu proposed: "Gu knows about the elders, if Qing is interested, you can go to his seclusion with Gu and ask." ”

There was sadness in the phantom man's eyes, and he smiled bitterly: "The sect has passed away, and there is only a wisp of remnant soul left in my generation, relying on the formation to survive." I don't know how the outside world has changed, otherwise how would I ask you?"

"Only a wisp of remnant soul?" Mo Yushu was shocked again.

Once, after the old man drank wine, he talked very strongly. Mo Yushu learned from him that whether it was a human being, a spirit animal, or any other race, there were three souls and seven spirits. And after cultivating to a certain level, you can cultivate the three souls and seven spirits, and even if the physical body is destroyed, there are still souls left......

However, the old man also talked about this, so he suddenly stopped talking, and he didn't want to confide in half a word, and when Mo Yushu asked, the old man simply pretended to be asleep and fooled the past.

At that time, Mo Yushu saw a glimmer of expectation in the old man's eyes, so he guessed that the old man had not reached the realm of cultivating the soul.

And the illusory man in front of him is the legendary remnant soul, and the cultivation realm is even higher than that of the old man?

"Rare and strange, what is there to be surprised at," the phantom man said proudly: "Hundreds of thousands of years ago, my generation Xuantian Sect had ......"

His words suddenly stopped, and the pride on his face turned to sadness, and he fell silent.

This kind of pathos, as if there are a thousand words to tell, but I don't know where to start, the emotion of speechlessness and choking appeared in the hearts of Mu Wanfeng and several people.

The big tears in the corners of Mu Wanfeng's eyes popped up inexplicably, and he couldn't stop it. After turning his head sideways, he found that Mo Yushu and Xue Wuxian were in tears like him......

Others didn't know what was going on, but Mo Yushu was very clear, this was the momentum that the phantom man unintentionally revealed, which affected the mood of several of them.

With such strength, it is not surprising that the phantom man can do this.

Although Mo Yushu didn't know what happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, it was not difficult to guess from the words of the illusory man that the so-called Xuantian Sect should have perished, and only he was left, and he was still a wisp of remnant soul.

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red. The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze...... Time is not guilty, but it is only in vain that it adds tears...... "Mo Yushu sighed.

The phantom man was stunned when he heard this, and then laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Not bad! Cultivators take longevity from the heavens, fight with people, time passes, no matter what kind of power, sooner or later there will be a catastrophe, how can there be a reason for long-lasting prosperity! Hahaha......"

Although he smiled happily, the sadness in Mu Wanfeng's hearts did not decrease by half a point.

At this moment, the Xiang Xuelan in his hand raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, his eyes changed into colorful light, and his delicate and graceful body suddenly became illusory......

Xiang Xuelan's body exudes bursts of ripples, swirling with glass-like colors, like a dream, making people give birth to a feeling that as long as they touch it lightly, it will disappear.

"This, this breath ......" The phantom man's mouth opened wide, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "High-level race...... It's a high-level race!"

Xiang Xuelan slowly floated out of his hand, and then what everyone didn't expect was that the people around him who had conjured up seemed to be pulled, and they all turned into wisps of green smoke and converged towards Xiang Xuelan suspended in the air......

As the smoke around them gathered more and more, it soon became white, and Mu Wanfeng and them could no longer see Xiang Xuelan herself.

And Mu Wanfeng and a few people focused on the streets, palaces, pavilions and attics, all of which were slowly illusory until they disappeared, restoring the appearance of the mountains and dense forests.

The phantom man's eyes were unusually bright, and he muttered to himself, "This female doll is absorbing the phantom array ......"

He now mainly relies on the Phantom Array to exist, and if the Phantom Array disappears, then he will also dissipate.

However, he did not stop Xiang Xuelan, but waited quietly on the side, with a trace of excitement, a trace of expectation, and a trace of hatred......

After a while, all the mist around Xiang Xuelan merged into her body, the glazed brilliance in her beautiful eyes disappeared, and her body gradually solidified and returned to its original state.

As Xiang Xuelan's body gradually solidified, the phantom man's body was slowly fading......

As soon as Xiang Xuelan recovered, she clenched the spirit sword in her hand and slashed at the phantom man's head!

The reason why she couldn't move just now was entirely because of her consciousness, which was inexplicably trapped in her mind by a force in her body.

However, although her body could not move, she could hear with her ears and see with her eyes. From the appearance of the phantom man to the serious injury after Mu Wanfeng fought with him, Xiang Xuelan saw everything.

So when she found out that she could regain control of her body, she did not hesitate to launch an attack on the phantom man......