"It would be great if we could tame the dream tapir."
Xi Yangyu sighed and said: "After a dream, the desert turns into vast hectares of fertile land, the rugged mountain roads turn into flat roads, and even enemies turn into allies.
We won’t be so passive now.”
Lian Xuanxiao shook his head and said: "Good fortune and misfortune depend on each other."
"That's true."
Xi Yangyu nodded in approval and said with a smile: "The only good news is that people outside the world don't know the situation here yet. We can spread the word through spies and pretend that we have domesticated the dream tapir to scare them.
Tsk, I don’t know what Taihaoshan is thinking, insisting on launching this meaningless war, even Zhao Ming can condone it."
"Um."
Lian Xuanxiao nodded slightly, waved his hand and said: "It's getting late, you should go back first."
"yes."
Xi Yangyu turned around and picked up the stack of experimental records from the table and handed them over.
Lian Xuanxiao reached out to pick it up, but in the next moment, the majestic power of thought exploded with the paper as the center, filling the entire room.
Lian Xuanxiao's figure was frozen in place, motionless, and every inch of his skin was under tremendous pressure comparable to the pressure of sea water in the dark depths.
If it were an ordinary person without the ability to practice, he would have been squashed into a thin slice by now.
Paper scraps were flying all over the sky. Xi Yangyu kept handing out the paper, squinting his eyes and looking at Lian Xuanxiao sinisterly: "Who are you? No, I should say, what are you."
With him as the center, the vast power of thought was continuously exerted on "Lian Xuanxiao".
Click, click.
The robe worn by "Lian Xuanxiao" was the first to be unable to hold up, and its corners were torn into pieces, floating on the ground. After the fragments of fabric came into contact with the ground, they quickly faded away and turned into a dark, matte silk fabric.
The face of "Lian Xuanxiao" is like an ancient figurine or mural that has been left for too long, mottled and peeling off, revealing bloody muscles.
".There is a flaw somewhere."
Mo Si's clone asked hoarsely, obviously it had completely simulated the appearance, clothing, tone, and movements of the mountain chief. Even the jade pendant was exuding the spiritual power fluctuations belonging to the mountain chief.
"Ah."
Xi Yangyu had no intention of explaining at all. Several demon-suppressing talismans flew out from his wide sleeves and stuck on the surface of Mo Si's body.
Then he released his telekinesis and took out two rusty and chipped iron rings from the cabinet on the side.
Li Ang had seen similar iron rings like this in the Zhenfu Division, which were specially used to imprison monks who had committed crimes that were not punishable.
As long as an iron ring is pierced through the lute's bones, no matter how much the air is squeezed, it will not be able to squeeze out a trace of spiritual power.
However, compared to the standard torture instruments of the Zhenfu Division, these two iron rings are filled with a simple and solemn atmosphere.
The bloodstains on it are still as fresh as ever after countless years, exuding a fishy smell.
"I don't care whether you are a spy from the Taihao Mountain Inquisition or an assassin from the Zhou Kingdom. Once you are here, don't even think about leaving."
Xi Yangyu said slowly, "Dare to sneak into the palace, even disguised as the mountain chief,
I don’t know whether I should praise you for your bravery or fearlessness, or scold you for being pitifully stupid. You’re like a moth flying into a flame to carry out such a fatal mission.”
After saying that, Xi Yangyu flicked his fingers, inserted a pair of iron rings into the shoulders of the Mo silk clone, twisted them hard, and penetrated the pipa bone.
Plop,
The seemingly weightless iron ring hangs above the shoulders, as heavy as a mountain.
Mosi's clone fell to the ground uncontrollably, and his kneecaps left pit marks 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 clone suddenly opened, like a snake-like animal, it opened to the limit, and a shining light was revealed in the mouth.
Xi Yangyu sensed the aura and said in surprise, "Hui"
boom!
Orbs of light exploded across the room.
Xi Yangyu faced the endless light, and every hair and hair on his face was clearly visible. His eyes were cold and he opened the palm of his right hand.
Psychological barrier is a basic ability that almost every monk can master. It can be used to block rain and resist flowing arrows.
Even body-training monks who train their bodies and practice martial arts every day know how to drive the sea of qi, gather spiritual power, and form a barrier, such an extremely simple operation.
It's just that after entering the Hidden Realm, monks from all walks of life have mastered more diverse and more efficient abilities that can replace the mental barrier.
The magician has armor skills, the talisman master has protective talismans, and the swordsman has sword energy to protect the body.
Only the mind master himself will continue to study this basic ability, continuously improve the strength of the barrier, and improve the efficiency of the use of spiritual energy.
Buzz——
A spherical mental barrier was formed instantly, but what was covered was not Xi Yangyu himself, but the ball of light blasted by the glow crossbow.
The strong light and heat flames, which are enough to destroy a tall building, vibrate violently within a spherical range, consuming energy but never able to penetrate the barrier.
The sphere, which had no shape and could only be outlined by hot flames, shrank rapidly and finally turned into a light spot the size of a firefly.
Xi Yangyu held his palm,
boom!
The light disappeared into smoke.
"Glow Crossbow,"
Xi Yangyu lowered his arms and continued the topic calmly, "Why are you here?"
"."
The clone of Mosi had already pulled off the iron ring on his shoulder during the short interval without answering the question.
"Don't you want to say yes?"
Xi Yangyu released his telekinesis, quickly picked up the small drum toy that was used as a decoration on the table in the corner of the room, and hit the drum head heavily with the thin wooden stick of the drummer next to him.
Dong dong dong——
After three drum sounds, everything around him instantly disappeared, replaced by a lake.
The lake is boundless, waist-high, and bone-chillingly cold.
There is no light source in the entire space, but you can still clearly see the surrounding scenery.
Contact with the outside world was interrupted.
Li Ang's consciousness, which controlled Mo Si's clone, calmly assessed the current situation.
There were only three figures in the lake,
Li Ang, Xi Yangyu dozens of meters away, and the drummer further away.
The drummer was dressed in red with a yellow ribbon tied around his waist, and his facial features were outlined with simple lines on his blurry face.
He, or rather it, held a wooden stick and kept beating the drum head to play music.
"First-level alien, number 19, name, Yunmeng Tianyin.
Unearthed from the bottom of a dry lake in Yunmengze. The maker is unknown."
Xi Yangyu stepped on the water and said: "As long as you hit the toy-like drum head, you can force anyone who hears the drum sound into here. At the same time, the time in the outside world will also stop."
The moment he said the word "move", Xi Yangyu suddenly raised the palm of his right hand and flipped it down.
That mountain-like sense of terror and oppression struck again,
Li Ang stepped on the solid bottom of the lake, broke away from the water, and retreated violently, sliding back more than a hundred meters like a surfer.
At the same time, he released his mental barrier and narrowly escaped from the gap between the two.
Wow——
The water in the lake was overwhelmed by the power of thought, and a piece of it sank out of thin air. Then the power of thought dissipated, and the water body reverberated, stirring up turbulent waves.
"Sure enough, it's you."
Xi Yangyu missed the target, but he got the information he wanted from the previous contact.
His eyes were indifferent and he said coldly: "At this moment, shouldn't you be getting married in Furong Garden, Li Ang?"
This chapter has been completed!