The sonorous golden sound resounded throughout the world.
Xing Yan looked at the girl who had turned into a golden stream of light in surprise.
He didn't know if it was an illusion.
The aura that resounded through the world just now clearly felt the domineering sword intent of Yu Song, the old sword idiot.
If Chen Yuyun was present at this moment, he could recognize at a glance that the illusion of the golden sword appeared between Yan Yan's forehead was exactly the same as the illusion of the jade sword between Yu Xin's bamboo forehead.
This is the innate sword intent that Yu Song gave to Yan Yan back then.
The domineering and sharp sword intent was urged by Yan Yan. Although it was just an illusion, it made a real sword sound.
With the sound of the sword that resounded through the world, the golden sword between Yan Yan's forehead suddenly shone brightly, rushed out from her eyebrows, and merged into one with the long sword of Mahaloka's illusion of snake-handled sword above her head.
"hiss--"
"Zheng——"
The powerful divine weapon and the powerful innate mind power instantly merged, and the two made huge sounds like lightning and lightning at the same time.
This sound is like snow piled up in thousands of mountains and snow melting, and the rolling waves rush into the sea from the mountains and rivers, shaking and howling.
In Qi Xiaowei's astonished gaze, a slender white hand silently held the handle of the magic sword.
Without extra language, the storm that tore the space pulled Mo Ran's long hair straight, and the sword and the girl seemed to merge into one again, rushed straight into the sky and pierced into the deepest darkness.
That was Qi Xiaowei's mouth that opened because of surprise.
When Qi Xiaowei reacted and quickly closed his mouth, the sword light had arrived.
A large cloud of dark matter was instantly dissipated by the light of Hua. A distinct black hole appeared in Qi Xiaowei's huge mouth, as if several teeth were missing.
Qi Xiaowei let out a beast-like cry in his throat, and I don’t know if it hurts.
The boundless stream of dark matter quickly surrounded Yan Yan, instantly filling the black hole that had just been melted by the sword light.
Xing Yushan, who was standing on the dome below, couldn't help but pause: "Hey! He almost plunged into that guy's mouth! It's not good now, and he was blocked by his mouth."
It was said that he was talking, but in fact, Qi Xiaowei's lower half of his face had almost been stirred into a mock lake by Yan Yan.
But soon, a heavy dark matter flowed up, filling the previous potholes, which looked even thicker than before, a bit like the mouth.
The dark matter that surged up this time was extremely huge. Even the dark matter that had originally surged into Canglangque and pried open the formation were all tuned out, and it seemed that it had temporarily given up opening the formation.
All the power surged towards Yan Yan.
"Father, do you want to help your benefactor?"
Xing Yutang was nervously paying attention to the battle situation in the sky.
At this moment, the dark matter flow in the sky had been thick enough to almost condense into substance, and the entire sky had become a little lower.
Xing Yan didn't say anything, and the vast water spirit qi had gathered around him, as if he was ready to rush forward at any time.
However, the light of the long sword in Yan Yan's hand was still fierce, like a golden needle piercing into the dark sky, not big but extremely sharp.
"Haha, why don't you continue to move forward? Can't walk anymore?"
Qi Xiaowei's voice came from the sky again.
Although Qi Xiaowei's face, which was presented by the dark matter flow, was almost disfigured by Yan Yan, it did not prevent him from speaking at all.
A golden halo rotated around Yan Yan's body and finally injected into the long sword.
The sword's sharp sound again, but the distance forward was not as good as the time he was when he first attacked. It seemed to be trapped in a dark mud.
"Your space power needs the continuous operation of time and space as support, just like water spirit power and wind spirit Qi need water elements and wind elements."
"But my dark matter flow just can be isolated from the air. In my dark space, anything will become a real abortion, and it also envelops time and space."
"So, in this dark space completely blocked by my power, the spiritual energy in your body will not be replenished."
"Even a monk who is as powerful as you have space power, he can only gradually eliminate all the elemental power and eventually become a weak mortal with no power to tie a chicken, hahahaha..."
Yan Yan seemed to have never heard Qi Xiaowei's words at all.
The person stood in the void, holding the hilt of the sword and turned around, with a clear sense of lag, like a needle piercing into the latex that was about to dry out. It is not easy to move forward, and it is not easy to pull out.
She frowned in annoyance: "Tonba, pull out the sword for me."
Tenba immediately appeared beside her, came forward and bit the hilt with her teeth, and pulled it back hard.
The front paws stretched straight, kicked the void hard, and sat backwards hard at the same time. The sword was really pulled out of the dark ink ball by it little by little.
But soon, the sword pulled out by Tonba was once again wrapped in the dark matter flow, and was deeply trapped again
Those dark matter flows can change and float at will, just like invisible ghosts, which are not very harmful and extremely annoying.
"Hehe, little girl, it's useless. I advise you to save your energy, so death may come a little slower."
Qi Xiaowei couldn't help laughing wildly anymore.
The entire sky was filled with turbulent clouds, and Yan Yan and Tonba were like two duckweeds in the Black Sea, shaking back and forth with the breath rising from Qi Xiaowei's breath.
Yan Yan waved his hand impatiently: "Forget it!"
Then he said helplessly to the dark world: "Every time, do you have to ask for help before you come out?"
As soon as Yan Yan finished speaking, a gentle and respectful voice immediately sounded in the dark world: "Little God dare not."
The sound sounded very calm, but it was extremely clear.
There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy, but Xing Yan and his son heard it very clearly.
In the dark world, hearing this sound inexplicably makes people feel at ease, as if it was originally born from the darkness...
Xing Yan and his son couldn't help but look around to find the person who spoke.
Xing Yan was a little surprised, but he didn't expect Yan Yan to bring help.
But he hadn't sensed the other party's existence at all before, and before that chaotic scene, this person had been standing firmly in the darkness without even revealing a trace of his breath.
How strong is this man?
Even Xing Yan was curious about who Yan Yan brought...
"moon!"
Xing Yutang and Xing Yushan suddenly shouted neatly.
Xing Yan quickly looked up at the sky, and saw a silver-white crescent moon floating from the sky.
At first it was a thread of silver. As it slowly approached, the crescent moon began to gradually become rich.
"It's really... the moon?"
It is the breath of the moon, as cold as water and as quiet as frost.
For every monk, the most familiar thing is the breath of the moon.
Although the sun also has spiritual energy, the sunlight is too grand and strong, suitable for warming the people.
The gentle moonlight is more suitable for monks to absorb and practice.
As long as you are a monk, you will have special emotions about the breath of the moon.