Above the sky, the stars are dotted.

A bright moon hung high, and there was not a single dark cloud in sight, and the moonlit earth was like day.

Shen Yun walked out of the attic, secretly surprised in his heart, when the middle-aged scribe came out just now, he still hadn't broken any prohibitions, as if there were no prohibitions in the room.

And the Eight Gates Phantom Star Array in the small courtyard of the inn stopped early.

The small courtyard of the inn is very quiet, and there is not a trace of noise.

The middle-aged scribe came to the center of the courtyard and motioned for Shen Yun to stand far away, and then raised his right hand and pointed to nothingness.

I saw a milky white luster, flying out of the fingertips of the middle-aged scribe, instantly turning into a film of light, spreading rapidly.

However, for a moment, a hemispherical shield was formed, completely enveloping a large area, and the color of the afterglow film gradually faded, and finally became almost completely transparent, as if it were non-existent.

Pointing at Shen Yun again, a small transparent shield was conjured up to protect it.

"Just stand there and don't move, and watch with your mind. The middle-aged scribe glanced at Shen Yun lightly and said, "The old man only does one side, and how much he can comprehend depends on your creation." ”

"Yes, Senpai. Shen Yun looked excited, stood quietly, and shrouded his divine sense.

Suddenly, Shen Yun seemed to feel that something was wrong, but he couldn't say exactly what was wrong, because the middle-aged scribe was about to cast a spell, he couldn't think about it for the time being, what was wrong.

At this time, the middle-aged scribe's cultivation continued to improve, and he instantly reached the cultivation of the spiritual silence realm.

I saw him slowly spread out his right palm, but in an instant, an ordinary and ordinary small fireball suddenly appeared above his finger.

Shen Yun was taken aback, although this was an ordinary fireball technique, the other party was almost instantaneous with this spell.

Shen Yun's divine sense "sees" very clearly, the middle-aged scribe didn't pinch the trick or recite the mantra at all, just moved his mind.

I couldn't help but smile bitterly, this senior said that he would only perform it once, and now it is instantaneous, which is equivalent to jumping out of the three stages of Xiaocheng, Dacheng, and Dacheng, and directly coming to the realm of perception when the spell casting, so what can I understand from it?

Despite the strangeness in his heart, Shen Yun still carefully observed with his divine sense, and to his surprise, the middle-aged scribe's control of mana was so perfect, and this small fireball did not leak any mana at all.

At this time, the cultivation of the middle-aged scribe gradually climbed, and he reached the Linglan realm in a moment.

The position of the fireball did not move, but the surrounding heaven and earth aura seemed to be attracted and merged into it.

The fireball continued to grow larger, and Shen Yun felt that the temperature and power of the fireball were also increasing.

When the fireball, which was the size of an egg, turned into a giant fireball like a bucket, the fireball began to slowly become smaller again.

In the process of getting smaller, a new small fireball popped up near the big fireball, as if splitting, but after a while, the big fireball turned into more than a hundred medium-sized fireballs the size of a fist, blazing.

The small courtyard in the night is reflected in red.

There were more than a hundred still fireballs, and suddenly one of the fireballs, as if frightened, surged violently, and then the rest of the fireballs began to come alive one by one.

In just a few moments, hundreds of fireballs swirled and flew like bees.

To Shen Yun's surprise, so many fireballs flew with completely different flight trajectories, and they flew rapidly, but there was no pair of fireballs that collided, which dazzled and amazed him.

The cultivation of the middle-aged scribe has climbed two realms and reached the True Soul Realm.

Suddenly, the fireballs in the sky converged towards the center, as if they dispersed out of thin air, making everything in front of them dark.

In the end, only an egg-sized fireball was left, suspended in front of the middle-aged scribe out of thin air.

Just when Shen Yun thought it was over, the cultivation of the middle-aged scribe had once again climbed to a big realm, but Shen Yun didn't know what the name of the next realm of the True Soul Realm was.

Now, the fireball began to change shape, first into a fiery serpent, then into a firebird, then into a fiery dragon, then a fiery phoenix, and finally into a three-legged golden crow.

Now, the power of the spell was so great that the surrounding space was faintly unstable, and even rippled a little.

The only fly in the ointment is that the spirit beast evolved by the fireball is just an outline, far from being realistic.

is feeling that the three-legged golden crow is not realistic enough, at this time, the details of the golden crow are gradually improved, even the feathers and claws are delicate, and even this three-legged golden crow also stretched out its slender beak to comb its feathers.

This golden crow, which was so perfect that it was almost real, amazed Shen Yun.

At this time, the three-legged golden crow changed again and turned into a fire lotus, which was also lifelike and flawless.

After only a while, the fire lotus flower transformed again, and it turned back into an egg-sized fireball that had been cast at the first level.

However, there is still a little difference, at the beginning, the fireball displayed by the middle-aged scribe was scorching hot, and now the entire fireball seems to have returned to its roots, and there is no power on the outside, it looks ordinary, but the power is actually restrained, which is very amazing.

At this time, the cultivation of middle-aged scribes had climbed to a terrifying level.

Shen Yun faintly felt that even if the other party looked at him, he would be dissipated.

The fireball underwent a new change again, and it seemed that in the dark, there was a force pulling this fireball, and the fireball was pulled into two fireballs from one under this tearing force.

These two fireballs are not the same.

One of them is a deep red, emitting a blazing heat, and the other is a deep blue ice flame that can sense the incomparably cold.

Then, the two fireballs, which were completely separated, began to slowly approach again.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Shen Yun would never have imagined that the two energies of extreme cold and extreme heat could actually be fused.

After a while, two fireballs with different temperatures and colors blended like water droplets.

At the last moment of fusion, the fireball violently contracted and collapsed, and almost instantly, it turned into a small spark as thin as a needle.

Shen Yun's heart trembled, and at the moment when Little Mars was formed, he felt a trace of Dao charm.

Although I didn't understand it, I realized in my heart that this was the origin breath of the Fire Heavenly Dao.

This very small spark brought Shen Yun endless fear, as if it contained endless energy, containing terrifying power like destroying the world.

Around Mars, a circular space the size of a desktop is constantly torn apart, and it quickly repairs itself, and so on.

Shen Yun clearly sensed that inside this dark annular space crack, there was an incomparably vast dark space that seemed to exist for endless years, and there was an aura of eternal and dead silence.

Shen Yun knew that if it weren't for the middle-aged scribe and the protection in advance, I was afraid that the nearby buildings would all turn into ashes.

At this time, Shen Yun had a hint of enlightenment, as long as he cultivated the fire spell realm to the corresponding realm, then with a wave of his hand, he would be able to cast a powerful fire spell.

As if to verify Shen Yun's conjecture, the middle-aged scribe waved his hand away from this terrifying spark.

Stretching out his hand again, in an instant, a small spark appeared out of thin air, and the space was once again torn and repaired.

Shen Yun was a little stunned, is this still a fireball technique?

However, this time it is determined, as long as the realm of the Tao is enough, you can cast a spell that destroys the world with a single move.

The middle-aged scribe waved his hand again, and the spell dissipated along with the shield. And the middle-aged scribe's originally astonishing cultivation only turned flat in an instant, just like the mortal appearance of Shen Yun when he first saw him.