Cultivate with an African God

The moonlight in Yingzhou slowly sank, and was replaced by morning light in mist. A young swordsman in black and black hair leaned against an old tree full of sword marks with his sword in his arms, watching the sun gradually rise from the sea.

His ears were filled with familiar and unfamiliar din, the familiar sound of the wind driven by the blade, and the unfamiliar sound of the complicated sounds from alien creatures.

This battle has been protracted, but fortunately, people have gradually established their own order, turning an almost one-sided situation into a stalemate.It's just that after such a long time, even Zhong Zijin, who is used to finding happiness from fighting, will feel a little tired and tired. The only joy of this accident for him is——

Zhong Zijin felt some sound, interrupted his thoughts, looked at the source of the sound, laughed naturally, and shouted: "Brother!"

The person he called Senior Brother had a handsome face, and could even be called beautiful, but his skin was pale, and there was a ghostly aura around him, after all, he showed something different from human beings.

Hearing the sound, he smiled slightly, and when his eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, there was a gentleness like the warm sun at dusk, which diluted a lot of the ghostly aura on him.

Zhong Zijin raised his sword, and was about to go in the direction Wen Xingze came from - they had been like this for a while, after the situation stabilized, the two of them dealt with the incoming attackers alternately, but Wen Xingze blocked his action , Wen Xingze shook his head and said: "You can rest for a while, the master is back, and he has made a lot of defense preparations, you don't have to force it."

Zhong Zijin thought he was hiding his tiredness well, but he didn't want to be discovered by Wen Xingze, so he scratched his head.

In fact, since Wen Xingze came back, they seldom communicated because of the pressure of the situation and the busyness of the battle. Now that he rarely has free time, he was a little at a loss. He switched his sword from his right hand to his left hand, and then from his left hand to his right hand. Only then did he say a word Come: "How long will senior brother stay this time?"

"In this situation, how could I leave?" Wen Xingze walked to him, his eyelashes trembling, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

He looked at the rising sun on the sea in the distance, his eyes were unspeakably obscure: "I have worked hard for you these years."

Zhong Zijin hurriedly said: "It's not like you don't know about nothing. The seniors—even the juniors have always indulged me. I have never had anything that can be called hard work."

He waited to say more, but finally fell silent.

He was sensitively aware of how polite and blunt their words were, far from their original appearance.He couldn't bear to say any more.

He was silent, and Wen Xingze was also silent. The two of them watched the rising sun side by side. He could vaguely feel the other's breathing and heartbeat, but felt that they were thousands of miles away.

After being silent for a long time, Zhong Zijin suddenly said, "Actually, you don't have to feel sorry for anyone." He could feel Wen Xingze turning his face and eyes falling on him, but he stubbornly looked at the Chaoyang in the distance: " You are my senior brother, my best friend, and the most outstanding disciple of the Yingzhou Sword Sect, but the most important thing about you is...you are yourself. So I am actually happy that you left us.... The Dao Discussion Conference cannot Prove everything but yourself."

The former Wen Xingze was by their side, the big tree beside them that sheltered them from the wind and rain, and the first person he thought of when he got into trouble.He couldn't explain why, but he instinctively understood that his senior brother needed such dependence, or wanted to be needed, or wanted to prove something to them, to fill the empty part in his heart.

Although Zhong Zijin was keen at that time, he might not be able to perceive deeper feelings, let alone what to do.

The only thing he knows is to accompany, the only thing he can do is to say again and again: "Come and compete with me."

Later... Later, many things happened. He also went to far, far places alone, and he understood nothing more and nothing less, and then his senior brother came back.The brothers who came back were actually the same brothers, but they were no longer needed.

Wen Xingze was stunned, and Chaoyang had a strange color in his eyes: "I know you have always been keen, but I didn't expect you to understand at that time."

Zhong Zijin smiled—that smile didn't look like him, but he finally said in his usual tone, "Don't underestimate me."

In swordsmanship, the final victory is determined by a point late or a point early, and there is a time difference between their feelings, the elder brother is one point earlier, and he is one point late.

Zhong Zijin couldn't stay any longer, straightened up, and said: "The people next door seem to be still there, I don't worry about those stupid people working." However, when he was about to leave, he saw a terrifying wave of air erupting from the northwest direction——

That's power, the appearance of all the extremely compressed power being released, rushing from a far away place!

And the center of the air wave is a soaring dark golden beam of light, even if it is thousands of miles away, it is still visible at a glance!

Wen Xingze held back his chest suddenly, frowned and said, "The mirror of life eclipse has a very weak resonance. Is that the direction of the underworld in the early days, is it the innate true magic spectrum?"

At the same time, as the air waves hit, bit by bit the night eroded the starry sky that was about to light up in the distance.

Thousands of stars gradually lit up.

Zhong Zijin had heard of such situations before, and said flatly, "It's Mu Xinghe!"

The two looked at each other and made a decision at the same time.

Wen Xingze drove the flying sword, stood on the huge sword and stretched out his hand to ask Zhong Zijin to come up, but Zhong Zijin raised his eyebrows and refused, "I will also take Yujian!"

He pointed to the distance where the power was tumbling, the light over there had been swallowed up, but there was still a bright light of the rising sun in the waters of the three islands, he was against the light, but his eyes were bright: "Let's compare, who will arrive first !"

"it is good!"

Such challenges and responses are just like theirs back then.

The body of the innate magic spectrum disappeared little by little, and finally turned back into a golden map, which slowly sank to the ground.Instead, it was a soaring devilish energy, with astonishing power, like a dark cloud before a rainstorm, covering it up little by little.

There are golden fragments shining all around, and among the fragments are mixed with dark phantoms, one after another illusory shapes are condensed, slowly forming a human shape in front of Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu.

Although the figure was pitch black, they would never forget it when they saw it——that was Yuan Yihua's appearance!

And above the sky, there is a cluster of dark fires burning, and the black soot forms black phantoms one by one, and the subtle aura of the earth is linked to the dark fires.

Yes, this is the power that Yuan Yihua arranged to crack open the gate of heaven!They are connected to each other, so it's no wonder that in the end, it will affect the whole body!

Shen Xiu stared at the dark fire in the sky, and said to Mu Xinghe, "I'm leaving." Mu Xinghe responded, "I'll deal with this guy."

Mu Xinghe was observing the appearance of Yuan Yihua's remnant soul and strength, guessing his ability, but at this time Shen Xiu called out "come here" in a low voice. Soft thin lips touched his forehead, making his whole face feel hot.

Shen Xiu quickly turned around, not giving Mu Xinghe a chance to fight back: "Be careful."

Mu Xinghe laughed immediately, his usual confident appearance: "I will win!"

Before he could say the following nonsense words like "going back to his hometown to get married", Shen Xiu had already gone away, with a clear dream in his hand, there was still a clear light in the cloudy sky.

The ethereal phantom continuously melted into Yuan Yihua's remnant soul, causing him to condense into a solid body. When the fire mark on his forehead lit up, Mu Xinghe knew that the time for the decisive battle had come.

The shadow and the glow continue to intersect, and the breath on the ground is pulled by the power of the innate magic spectrum, and this place becomes a boundary where air currents collide with each other.

Facing the damaged but still powerful figure, he had a calm expression, but his eyes were extremely bright.

That was Yuan Yihua's last strength, his last arrangement.

Mu Xinghe still has a lot of routines that he hasn't used yet, and many, many shikigami that haven't come yet, yet he is only holding a piece of talisman at this time.

For him, at this moment, one is enough!

When the talisman paper was ignited, Yuan Yihua's remnant soul moved slightly, he came with many black shadows, stretched out his hand, and the falling talisman paper was pinched in his palm!

The talisman paper was shattered into powder in an instant!

"This thing... is annoying."

The voice was vague, it was Yuan Yihua's voice, and it seemed to come from far, far away.

Mu Xinghe sighed slightly.

This remaining power of Yuan Yihua is no longer Yuan Yihua himself after all.

Accompanied by his sigh, the powder of the talisman ignited green smoke bit by bit, and in the green smoke, a man with skyrocketing red hair and a huge wine gourd on his back slowly walked towards him.

That was his original shikigami, and it has always been his core shikigami. No matter how many SSRs he has later, it can't match the thought he has spent on him.

It was his long-time comrade-in-arms, Shuten-douji.

The remnant soul snorted, and a palm wind struck, the palm wind carried a black shadow, and a cold and foul breath, like countless thin and dense needles hidden, intending to pierce Shuten Doji and hit Mu Xinghe!

But when the black wind was about to touch Shuten-douji, an invisible breeze hit, and the two forces swung away due to the collision, and both disappeared invisible!

That's just a little Qingfeng Jue.

When Mu Xinghe first came to this world, he could only use this spell. For a long time, among his few spells, he relied on this spell the most.The Little Breeze Art can change into many shapes and be used in various occasions, showing him the infinite possibilities of the technique and guiding him to open the door of the technique.

There was a hint of a smile on Remnant Soul's face, his laughter was dry and hoarse: "Little Qingfeng Jue, Yunfu...Okay, very good! - Then, let's see if you can take this trick!"

The gust of wind reverberated past, blowing away the form of the remnant soul.

However, between breaths, the heavy oppressive force is still there.

He is everywhere and everywhere.

The timing of sneak attack exists in every place!

At this time, there is a faint moonlight cast down!

It was a cold round of bright moon, shining behind Mu Xinghe.The quiet moonlight illuminated every place around Mu Xinghe.There are still countless black shadows wandering and shouting in the sky, but the moonlight condenses into broken blades, cutting them off.

However, the black shadows reunited after being chopped into pieces, as if they were afraid of the power of Gui Po Ice Wheel, and disappeared without a trace.

The wind died down.

In the field of vision, there is only the muddy golden light, and Shen Xiu, who is walking through the sky in the golden light, is walking in white clothes.Countless nascent shadows around him rushed towards him, his sword light was like rain, and he chopped off the shadows without even moving his sight!

No one can stop his footsteps!

Mu Xinghe will not let any superfluous things stop Shen Xiu here!

He looked at this dangerous land, and slowly closed his eyes.

His mind is quiet and transparent, the sound of wind, stone, shouting and mourning, everything is silent.

The light of the sky dissipated, the night fell, and thousands of stars lit up.

True Qi surged in his body, and spiritual energy oscillated in his perception.

He cannot see, but all things are seen.

It was the mysterious realm brought to him by Zhan Yue Xing Xing Jue.

With a slight movement of his mind, the stars fell to the ground, the loess turned into the night sky, and inside was a swamp of swirling stars!

The remnant soul was forced to show its figure amidst the light of thousands of stars. He smashed the mud under his feet, and the thousands of stars splashed together with the night sky, turning into magnificent shimmers falling down.

"Moon Slashing Star Jue, Gui Po Ice Wheel?" Remnant Soul sneered, "Do you know that you came here because of me?"

"I know," Mu Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes reflected a piece of the night sky and stars that had not yet faded, "but...they are already mine."

As he spoke, the endless night began to spread from his feet, engulfing the earth and the sky.

The night began to cover the land, and the scattered stars, like fireflies, slowly condensed to form a starry sky corresponding to the two sides.

The remnant soul snorted, and guided the dark clouds with his hand to call out the red sun, intending to disperse the night sky!

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and two forces pressed heavily on Mu Xinghe!

Mu Xinghe couldn't help taking a step back—Yuan Yihua is Yuan Yihua, after all, he is one step ahead of him on this road, even if it is a remnant soul, this power is hard to resist!

His energy and blood surged, but his magic movement never stopped. When the dark clouds covered the night sky, a star had already risen!

The aura in his whole body suddenly became sharper because of the light of this star!

This is the power that he can only grasp after practicing the Moon Sharding Star Jue until the Golden Core - the power of the stars, added to himself!

He has summoned the power of Taibai!

Taibaijinxing, the image of a general.

It means killing and conquest!

——The clouds, dragons, winds and tigers are all handed over, Taibai enters the moon and the enemy can be destroyed!

The night sky reappears in the dark clouds!

Although the stars are not as clear as before, Mu Xinghe can't wait anymore!

Thousands of stars descended, pointing directly at the remnant soul!

The stars dragged their shining tails, and with the power to kill all directions, they landed here!

During his years of practice, he started with Xiaoqingfengjue, and then he explored together with Taiyi Qingfeng and Zhanyueshaixing, which were long and difficult.He is lucky, he was born smarter and more savvy than many people, and he can appreciate the beauty of spells better than many people. The pain of not being able to do it, the confusion of not knowing where his mistakes are and where to go, on this road, he has spent a lot of sweat and countless hours.

The effort he put in, the long exploration, was ultimately to transform the knowledge into his own ability—a power that cannot be taken away, nor easily destroyed!

The remnant soul has already built an enchantment, but unexpectedly, the enchantment is completely unable to resist the power of the stars!

He moved slightly, and thousands of black shadows condensed and exploded on the ground. Mu Xinghe recognized the appearance of a magic circle, his heart trembled, and he sacrificed the golden lamp as a magic weapon to cleanse his mind.

Soon he discovered that he had done useless work, just because the magic circle that had already formed was called the Great Formation of Myriad Souls and Hearts!

As soon as the formation was formed, the delicate balance of the environment was immediately broken.The star map unfolded in the world of his zhenqi is constantly turbulent, and his zhenqi clearly feels oppressed by the power of the sun, the pressure of dark clouds, and the shadow of the inner demon, and it is extremely difficult to operate, even a little defensive spell Take a lot of effort.

Only Shuten-douji was not under pressure, he raised the wine gourd and sprayed it at the remnant soul.

The remnant souls were unmoved, and continued to chant the formula. The black shadows were like ghosts, hitting him continuously. It didn't hurt, but because there were too many and too fast, it was impossible to guard against. Every remnant soul was eroding him. His guts.

And the dark clouds condensed, and layers of black rain fell!

If the rain had any weight, it almost crushed him.

The remnant soul said condescendingly: "I don't know how 'I' died, and I don't know how the Xiantian Zhenmopu agreed to your conditions. I only know...a person like you must not stay."

He said again: "Give up, you don't need to struggle anymore."

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Thanks to Thirty Visitors for the mines~Thanks to Xiaoli for the mines~

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