What is a spell? The means of being able to move mountains and seas, picking stars and chasing the moon, can be called a spell, and a monk in the concentrating realm can exert his own strength to the greatest extent in the case of a spell, and even exert it beyond the norm.

Zong Ye's style of sea life Mingyue can be said to have exerted his strength to the extreme, and he is only a little short of breaking the rules and restrictions here. However, it was obvious that even if he had such a magical spell, he still hadn't reached the point of breaking the rules, after all, his cultivation was only in the middle stage of condensation, and it couldn't be compared to the Martial God Power who was about to break through to the Peak Realm.

Liang Mu's face was solemn, and he stepped out, protecting Yang Tian and Ruoshui behind him, because he was standing in front of him, he bore the brunt. He was extremely clear about the power of this type of sea rising moon, it was precisely because he knew its power that he couldn't retreat, if he retreated, the two behind him would be even more powerless to resist the mighty blow.

At this moment, Liang Mu's right hand was held in front of him, as if he was holding a divine weapon in his hand. A Fang Tian painting halberd suddenly appeared in his hand, it was as long as a thousand pounds, and there was a sense of heaviness in his hand.

Fang Tian's painting halberd was engraved with mysterious runes, shining brightly, permeating with an ancient, mysterious atmosphere. When Liang Mu held this Fang Tian Painting Halberd, his momentum suddenly condensed, and a thick breath like a mountain escaped, and with the blessing of Fang Tian's Painting Halberd, he was like a god, and his divine power was monstrous.

At this time, the Haoyue located above the nine heavens had already set, and it was only a few dozen zhang away from Liang Mu. Liang Mu shouted loudly, like bursts of thunder, resounding throughout the universe. He suddenly raised the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand and drew it upward.

A ten-zhang long halberd burst out, and the heavens and the earth showed signs of being punctured by this halberd. Mysterious runes were attached to this halberd, which turned into a golden light, dazzling.

This Fang Tian Painting Halberd is a mid-level magic weapon, the Broken Heaven Halberd, and the third form of the official Broken Heaven Halberd method performed by Liang Mu is the Heaven Breaking Halberd. There are five forms of this halberd method, and for this third style, Liang Mu did not fully comprehend the essence of it. I can only barely use it. As for the fourth-type Heavenly Halberd and the fifth-type Shattered Heavenly Halberd, he hadn't even comprehended it.

Even if it's just an imperfect third form. It was also comparable to some mid-level spells, boom, boom! In an instant, two earth-destroying attacks collided together, setting off a fierce fluctuation. The roar kept echoing.

Yang Tian's expression was solemn at this time. Staring upwards without blinking, he saw that the golden halberd poked Haoyue out of a big hole in one fell swoop, and at the same time, a ray of moonlight fell on the halberd. I saw that this indestructible halberd burst apart inch by inch, and after one breath, the halberd was completely annihilated.

And the Haoyue did not dissipate, and the power of this round of Haoyue at this time decreased sharply, which was only relative. In fact, it's still supremely powerful. The reason why this round of bright moon has not dissipated. It was because this spell was cast by Zong Ye with the cultivation of the middle stage of condensation, unless Liang Mu could cast the fourth form of the Shattered Heaven Halberd Method, the Heavenly Halberd, or if he had the same cultivation as Zong Ye, he could break this spell.

Zong Ye looked at this scene coldly, in his eyes, Liang Mu and the three of them were just fish and meat to be slaughtered, and now they were just dying and struggling, at most for a moment, and he also enjoyed this feeling of Yang Tian and the three of them dying in his hands.

The more intense Liang Mu struggled, the happier Zong Ye was in his heart. Liang Mu kicked his legs on the ground, his body jumped up suddenly, holding the Broken Sky Halberd, facing the remnants of Haoyue, if Shui Yu's hand was clenched, a drop of sweat dripped, she didn't care, her beautiful eyes stared at Liang Mu tightly, Yang Tian also looked at this scene nervously.

Boom! Boom!

The shadow of the Dao halberd flashed, and in a single breath, Liang Mu swung out dozens of hundreds of halberds in a row, and this round of Haoyue trembled slightly, and a trace of cracks appeared. Like glass shattering, the bright moon cracked open in an instant, and wisps of moonlight fell on the Broken Sky Halberd in Liang Mu's hand, implying supreme power, making him have to resist with all his might.

Bang!

Immediately, he saw Liang Mu fall suddenly, snort, snort! The Broken Sky Halberd in his hand cut a deep crack on the ground, sparks shot out, and his body retreated dozens of feet before he barely stopped.

"Poof!poof!poof!" Wisps of blood overflowed from the corners of Liang Mu's mouth, and he tried his best, but he barely accepted the other party's move, which shows how terrifying Zong Ye's strength is.

Of course, he was able to receive the opponent's strongest blow with the cultivation of the early stage of condensation, which was enough to prove that his strength was extraordinary. After all, Zong Ye came up with the strongest means as soon as he came up, and Liang Mu was still glorious despite his defeat.

"Liang Mu!" Ruoshui hurriedly came to Liang Mu's side, she took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped the blood on the corner of Liang Mu's mouth.

"I'm fine, don't worry!" Liang Mu coughed lightly and said weakly. Before he could finish speaking, he coughed up a wisp of blood again.

"And say it's okay!" Ruoshui blamed, wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth and holding him up, if not, he would not even be able to stand firmly.

"Zong Ye, what do you want?" Ruoshui resolutely stood up at this time and asked.

"You don't need to know this, you just need to know that with me, you don't want to see the sun tomorrow, I said a long time ago, this is the place where you are buried. Zong Ye said with a smile, his sinister face complementing each other under his laughter, bringing out that evil aura.

After Zong Ye finished speaking, he took a step forward, his right hand shook towards the void, and the heaven and earth vitality like a tide surged towards his palm, and a palpitating aura emanated from his hand.

Thundered!

After a few breaths, Zong Ye suddenly swung out a palm, and a cyan palm print slapped out of his palm. This palm print is ten zhang in size, condensed by the vitality of heaven and earth, and mysterious runes are intertwined on it, which is extremely mysterious.

He didn't give Yang Tian the three of them the slightest respite, he was ruthless and ruthless, this palm print was enough to open the mountain and crack the stone, you can imagine what it would be like if it was slapped on a person's body.

This is not an ordinary palm, but a spell, Qinggang palm, containing the meaning of spring and autumn, spring represents life, autumn represents death. If anyone is slapped by a palm, they will fall into the constant wandering of life and death, and when the palm power is exhausted, that is, the person who is in the palm will die.

In the face of such a powerful palm, Ruoshui did not have the slightest cowardice in her eyes, she handed Liang Mu over to Yang Tian to take care of, and she came forward to meet the enemy. If the water dances with both hands, one by one the seals are pinched out, and petals suddenly emerge in the void, and these petals are condensed by water droplets, crystal clear and shining.

In the end, one hundred and eight petals were derived from the void, and if the water bit his lip lightly, the jade hand gently pointed forward, and the petals formed by the condensation of water droplets suddenly intertwined, turning into a large net formed by the condensation of the petals.

And the scope covered by this net happens to be the same as Qinggang's palm print, no more, no less, it can be seen that her control of her own power has reached the realm.

The two collided, and it didn't make much waves, but it seemed unusually calm, and as soon as the life and death qi contained in Qinggang's palm print touched the petals, the petals began to wither, and they returned to nothingness in less than a moment. However, every time one petal dissipates, a new petal falls from the void again.

After all, the petals also contain some kind of wonderful power, which constantly dissolves the life and death qi in Qinggang's palm.

Her trick is called Hundred Flowers Withering, which is a spell that Ruoshui has practiced for several years, and in order to cultivate this spell, she has traveled all over the mountains and rivers, watching the heavens and the earth and thousands of flowers withering, and finally comprehended a trace of mystery.

The greatest power of this spell lies not in its endless energy supply of new petals, but in the word withering. If the seal in the sailor's hand changed suddenly, one hundred and eight petals in the void withered one after another, and this withering was not caused by Qinggang's palm print, but by Ruoshui's deliberate effort.

This is the real withering of a hundred flowers, in a single breath, all the petals of a hundred flowers withered, and a withered and corrupt qi permeated, covering the entire Qinggang palm. This palm print was also contaminated with the smell of corruption and festering, withering like flower petals, and turning into nothingness in an instant, as if it had never appeared. (To be continued......)