The vast fireball fell directly from the sky, and the sky was cloudless, not the weather was clear, but it was completely washed and burned by the fireball.

As the fireball fell closer and closer, the flames began to extinguish rapidly, and instantly froze, dragging a thousand-mile-long ice tail with a crackling sound of ice crisp, and blasted straight towards the ink dust.

Only then did it live up to the name 'Falling Moon'.

The wonderful sound sounded, it was the sound of the friction between the ice hockey ball and the aura between heaven and earth, it was not earth-shattering, but like the sound of heaven and earth, it was natural, as if it was poured out in the bottom of people's hearts, and it seemed to hide the sound of the Great Dao.

This is a very strange thing, such a great power, almost smashing the whole world out of a transparent hole, but the sound of its vibration is so pleasant, faintly there is a sympathy between heaven and man, and the wonderful meaning of endless life.

Mo Chen couldn't understand it, because his realm was too low, but he could know one thing now, that is, he would definitely not be able to resist this move.

He tried to condense the vast Buddha Yuan, visualizing the method of the golden statue of the thousand-armed Bodhisattva performed by the Venerable Buddha with the Xuan Miao Zen Staff, and the next moment, the earth surged, and countless roots and trees rose from the ground, and gathered together to form a wooden Buddha statue.

Although it is made of wood, these woods are all dark iron pure gold ebony that has been sleeping in the ground for thousands of years, and they are almost closed together to the limit.

At this time, the Buddha Yuan in Mo Chen's body was almost endless, and it seemed that it would never be exhausted as he squandered it, so he simply sealed his hands again, destroyed the Sanskrit wall that blocked the thaumaturgy of the sun, and then re-condensed it into thousands of weapons, which were held on top of a thousand hands.

The next moment, the thousand-armed Buddha statue made a move, with fierce fists, blade palms, sword fingers, Buddha seals, swords, guns and sticks, and thousands of hands came out together, covering the sky and the sun.

"Boom!"

The shattering sound that shook the heavens and the earth seemed to penetrate the void, stirring up countless heaven and earth spiritual machines, reversing the five elements, and completely plunging the earth into a terrifying darkness.

But even so, the 'falling moon' still did not pause at all, just like the name of the moon's Taiyin, any weapon fist, as long as it touches the 'falling moon' itself, it will be frozen into crumbs, even the thousand-armed Bodhisattva Buddha statue is no exception.

A violent fluctuation that destroyed everything invaded his Dao heart like a tide, and the already godly spirit seemed to be dyed by a layer of black and thick ink, becoming pitch black and gloomy, and at the same time, his thoughts were sluggish, as if he was bound by a rope of immortals.

This intense sense of insignificance was almost comparable to the fierce battle he had fought with the beasts, and even more so, and it was not until the Falling Moon thaumaturgy came that he clearly felt that he had not been aware of anything before.

The world is spinning again, and the ink dust slowly wakes up, this world is still so peaceful, the sun is shining, and the occasional breeze is even more intoxicating.

It's like a fairy world.

It's just that Mo Chen didn't have any intention to appreciate this beautiful scenery, and his mood was heavy at the moment.

The Falling Moon thaumaturgy is too amazing, just like changing the secondary body, and the cultivation has reached an unheard of realm, but it is not at all something that he can deal with now.

It's because the vision is not up to standard in the manipulation of one's own spiritual element.

Just like the same divine sword, in the hands of martial arts disciples, you may be able to dance a few decent moves, but if you think that in the hands of martial arts masters, it can be like an extended arm, like a dragon playing in the water, between tigers and tigers, virtual and real, which makes people unguarded.

And at this time, Mo Chen, just like the martial arts disciple, holds the divine sword, knows the method of controlling the divine sword, but does not know how to use it exquisitely, and will only use the most vulgar techniques, which obviously can't fight against the Candle Yin Great Sage, even if it is a young Candle Yin Great Sage.

"Eh......" Mo Chen sighed, frowning, he crossed his hands, tilted his head and squinted his head, and meditated for a long time, even the battle of Fang Cai, he had already visualized and recalled thousands of times in the sea of knowledge, and he had never come up with a way to deal with it.

In this way, Mochen was melancholy and entangled, let the wind and rain blow, the sun rose and the moon fell, I don't know how many days and nights passed, even his head and body were already covered with dust and fallen leaves, and he still couldn't think of a way to pass the trial.

"Eh......" sighed again, sighed a few sorrows, Mo Chen smiled bitterly and patted the dust off his body, looking at the baby beside him.

These days, the baby also seems to be cultivating, constantly absorbing the aura between heaven and earth into the body, but sometimes with a smile on the corner of his mouth, sometimes laughing, sometimes dancing with his arms, and sometimes simply leaving everything behind and going to play in the river.

He sometimes saw babies struggling to get into the bushes by the river in order to catch a strange worm, and after breaking a few thick branches and with great difficulty, they were forced to weave a raft.

But after crossing the river and catching the insect, the baby immediately released it, and after crossing back to shore, the raft was discarded.

Babies are like this, sometimes practicing, sometimes playing, but they are shallow about everything and are not overly addicted.

Such a carefree day really made Mochen envious.

It's just that after envy for a while, Mo Chen patted his cheek and continued to meditate, time seemed to have nothing to do with him, I don't know how many spring and autumn seasons have passed, at this time, his body has been covered with fallen leaves, like a plant, and the long-term meditation made his whole body bones crackle.

Mo Chen slowly woke up, he sighed, as if he understood something, looking at this baby, the corners of his mouth smiled, remembering the words of Master Shixin: "Throughout ancient and modern times, they are known as the strongest six saints, and the reason why they are strong is not because of the magic weapon divine soldiers, but because their own strength can look down on the heavens and the earth, so they are respected by all spirits." ”

"Yes, you can really become a strong person when you are strong, obviously I have seen through this before, but who knows that it didn't take long for me to fall into the obstacle again. Mochen laughed to himself.

"Big ...... Well...... Master, if I take this last spirit fruit but fail the trial, will the future trialists still be able to accept the inheritance test?" Mo Chen picked up the third spirit fruit and asked the baby his doubts.

With this baby's mysterious aura, Mo Chen speculated that it was not a divine thought of the Buddha, but a spiritual creature transformed by a spiritual treasure, but he just called the baby a master, which also made Mo Chen hesitate for a while.

But he wanted to ask about the spirit fruit at the beginning, but then he was immersed in thinking about how to fight the three moves of the candle yin, and missed the opportunity.

The baby clasped his hands together at Mo Chen, smiled and bowed: "This is the last Bodhi fruit, if the donor does not succeed, the Illusory Yang Realm Treasure will also have no chance with heaven and earth......"