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It would be great if we could domesticate the nightmare.

Xi Yangyu sighed and said: After the dream, the desert becomes ten thousand hectares of fertile fields, the rough mountain roads become flat roads, and even enemies can be turned into allies.

We are not so passive now.

Lian Xuanxiao shook his head and said, Fortune and misfortune depend on each other.

That's true.

Xi Yangyu nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: The only good news is that the outsiders probably don't know what's going on here, so we can spread the word through spies, pretending that we have domesticated the nightmare, to frighten them.

Tsk, I don't know what Tai Haoshan is thinking, if he insists on launching this meaningless war, even Zhao Ming can tolerate it.

Um.

Lian Xuanxiao nodded slightly, waved his hands and said: It's getting late, you should go back first.

yes.

Xi Yangyu turned around and picked up the stack of experiment records from the table, and handed it over.

Lian Xuanxiao reached out to pick it up, but in the next moment, the majestic thought force centered on the paper, burst open and filled the entire room.

Lian Xuanxiao's figure froze in place, and every inch of his skin was under tremendous pressure comparable to the pressure of dark and deep sea water.

If it was an ordinary person without cultivation ability, he would have been crushed into a thin piece by now.

Confetti was flying all over the sky, Xi Yangyu maintained the posture of handing out the paper, squinted his eyes, looked at Lian Xuanxiao sullenly and said, Who are you, no, it should be said, what are you?

With him as the center, the vast power of thought continuously exerted on Lian Xuanxiao.

Click, click.

The robe worn by Lian Xuanxiao was the first to fail, and the corners of the garment were broken and floated to the ground. After the shards of cloth touched the ground, their color quickly faded, turning into a pitch-black matte silk fabric.

The face of Lian Xuanxiao is also like an ancient figurine or mural that has been placed for too long, mottled and peeled off, revealing bloody muscles.

.Where is the flaw?

Mosi's avatar asked hoarsely. It had clearly imitated the Shanzhang's appearance, clothing, tone, and movements, and even the jade pendant was exuding the spiritual power fluctuations belonging to the Shanzhang.

Ah.

Xi Yangyu had no intention of explaining at all, several pieces of magic-suppressing talismans flew out from the sleeves of his oversized clothes, and stuck them on the surface of Mosi's body.

Then he released his thoughts, and took out two rusty, chipped iron rings from the side cabinet.

This kind of iron ring, Li Ang had seen similar ones in the Zhenfu Division, was specially used to detain monks who committed crimes beyond reproach.

As long as the iron ring is used to penetrate the lute bone, no matter how much you squeeze the sea of ​​energy, you will not be able to squeeze out a trace of spiritual power.

However, compared to Zhenfusi's standard instruments of torture, these two iron rings are filled with a simple and chilling atmosphere.

The blood stains on it had gone through many years, but they were still as fresh as ever, exuding a fishy smell.

I don't care if you are a secret agent of Taihao Mountain Trial Court or an assassin of Zhou State. Once you come, don't even think about leaving.

Xi Yangyu said slowly, Dare to sneak into the palace, even pretend to be the head of the mountain,

I don't know whether to praise you for being brave or fearless, or to call you pitifully stupid. Come to fly moths to the flame, to perform this kind of mortal mission.

After finishing speaking, Xi Yangyu lightly waved his fingers, inserted a pair of iron rings into the shoulders on both sides of Mosi's avatar, and twisted forcefully, piercing through the pipa bone.

poof,

The seemingly insignificant iron ring hangs above the shoulder, as heavy as a mountain,

Mosi's avatar fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the kneecaps smashed potholes on the ground.

His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

Xi Yangyu frowned slightly and listened carefully to the other party's words.

Ho, ho ho.

The lower jaw of Mosi's avatar opened suddenly, like a snake-like animal, it opened to the limit, and there was a shining light in the mouth.

Xi Yangyu sensed the breath, and said in surprise, Hui

boom!

The ball of light exploded in the room.

Xi Yangyu faced the ten thousand zhang light directly, every beard and hair on his face could be clearly seen. His eyes were indifferent, and he opened the palm of his right hand.

Psychic barrier, this is the basic ability that almost every monk will master, it can be used to block rain and resist flow arrows.

Even a body-training cultivator who exercises his body and martial arts every day knows how to drive the sea of ​​energy, gather spiritual power, and form a barrier. This is an extremely simple operation.

It's just that after the hidden state, the monks of all paths have mastered more diverse and more efficient abilities, which can replace the mind barrier.

The sorcerer has the armor technique, the talisman master has the protective talisman, the sword master has the sword qi to protect the body,

Only Nian Shi himself will continue to study this basic ability, continuously improve the strength of the barrier, and improve the efficiency of the use of aura.

Hum——

A spherical thought force barrier was formed instantly, but what was covered was not Xi Yangyu himself, but the ball of light blasted by the glowing crossbow.

The strong light and heat flames, which are enough to destroy a tall building, oscillate violently within the spherical range, consuming energy in vain, but they still cannot penetrate the barrier.

The shapeless sphere, which could only be outlined by heat flames, shrunk rapidly, and finally turned into a light spot the size of a firefly.

Xi Yangyu held his palm,

boom!

The dots of light vanished.

Glowing Crossbow,

Xi Yangyu lowered his arms, calmly continued the topic just now, Why are you here?

.

Mosi's avatar took advantage of the short gap just now to tear off the iron ring on his shoulder, and did not answer this question.

You don't want to say it?

Xi Yangyu released his thoughts, quickly picked up the toy snare drum that was placed on the table in the corner of the room, and hit the drum heavily with the thin wooden stick of the little drummer next to him.

thump thump——

After the three drums sounded, everything around instantly dissipated, replaced by a lake.

The lake is boundless, the height is below the waist, and it is icy cold.

There is no light source in the entire space, but the surrounding scenery can still be seen clearly.

Contact with the outside world was interrupted.

Li Ang's consciousness, which controls Mosi's clone, calmly evaluates the status quo.

There are only three figures in the lake,

Li Ang, Xi Yangyu tens of meters away, and the drummer further away.

The drummer is dressed in a red dress with a yellow ribbon around his waist, and features are outlined with crude lines on his blurred face.

He, or it, held a wooden stick and kept beating the drumhead to play music.

Level one alien, number nineteen, name, Yunmeng Tianyin.

Unearthed at the bottom of a dry lake in Yunmengze. Maker unknown.

Xi Yangyu, who stepped on the water, said: Just hit the toy-like drum, and the person who heard the drum can be forcibly dragged here. At the same time, the time outside will also stand still.

The moment he said the word moving, Xi Yangyu suddenly raised the palm of his right hand and folded it upside down.

The mountain-like sense of terror and oppression strikes again,

Li Ang pedaled on the solid lake bottom, got out of the water, retreated violently, and slid back more than 100 meters like surfing.

At the same time, he released the mind barrier, narrowly escaping from the chasm.

Wow——

The lake was overwhelmed by the force of thought, and a piece of it sank out of thin air. Then the thought power dissipated, and the water body reverberated, stirring up turbulent waves.

Sure enough, it's you.

Xi Yangyu missed the blow, but he had obtained the information he wanted from the contact just now.

His eyes were indifferent, and he said coldly: At this moment, shouldn't you get married in Furong Garden, Li Ang.