Beside the Mochi Pond, the spiritual power gradually weakened, and the stone monument not far away also stopped trembling.

Kong Yang was looking up and down Yan Cheng's body with a scrutinizing gaze.

Mr. Yan Wu of Momei Villa is the person with the lowest sense of presence in the Villa. Even in Shengge, there is very little information about him.

The reason is very simple. He rarely goes out, and even the disciples in Momei Villa have rarely seen this gentleman.

But no one is willing to underestimate any second-generation disciple of Momei Villa.

Even though the person in front of Kong Yang now was just a man with unkempt hair and a slovenly appearance, whose face could not even be seen clearly.

The veins on Kong Yang's face were slightly raised.

He had been in charge of supervision in the Holy Pavilion, and had investigated and dealt with many Holy Pavilion disciples who wanted to avoid the regulations and sneak into the pavilion. He had always hated such people who did not pay attention to their appearance.

But that's not the only reason for his anger.

What made him most angry was that Yan Cheng came alone, and his test just now showed that Yan Cheng's cultivation level had not reached the immortal level, so why should he come to stop him?

His face was extremely cold and he said calmly: "It's just you?"

Yan Cheng nodded slightly and wrote a stroke in the air.

The water in the ink pool that had just calmed down began to churn again, and spiritual inks kept flying out of the pool, weaving into a large net in the air, covering him and Kong Yang.

Kong Yang narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the formation that was suppressing his cultivation: "The spirit-locking formation plus the indestructible formation, and...heh, it seems you have wanted to trap me here for a long time."

His eyes gradually became sharper, like a tiger staring at its prey, and he repeated: "But, it's just you?"

These three words "It's up to you", no matter what tone is used, are naked contempt for other people.

Kong Yang did indeed despise Yan Cheng.

How can the gap between immortals and mortals be closed by a small spirit locking formation?

Yan Cheng was not looking at him, but looking at the water in the ink pond at his feet.

Driven by the ink array, the water in the pool has completely turned into ink color, but there is no sense of violation when looking at it, as if it is always like this.

A smile appeared on Yan Cheng's lips.

He recalled the time when he entered Momei Villa.

At that time, he was practicing writing next to this small pond. Over time, the entire pond was dyed black.

At that time, the master just waved his hand and made the ink-colored pond clear again, and then told him that spiritual ink can be transformed into water. If you want to learn, I will teach you.

At that time, he only thought that it would be very convenient to use Lingmo without grinding the ink, so he mastered the basic operation of Lingmo within three days and officially embarked on the path of spiritual practice.

After that, he has been practicing writing in his room and has not been here for a long time.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his finger nostalgically, tapped it in the pool, and watched the ripples ripple away.

From beginning to end, he never looked at Kong Yang.

This is blatant disregard.

Kong Yang was very angry.

A majestic energy exploded around him, gradually condensing into a small transparent ball floating in his palm, and shot towards Yan Cheng like an arrow from a string with a flick of his finger.

The big tree beside the pool exploded, and the bark and fallen leaves scattered all over the ground with debris.

There were mottled marks on the boulder beside the pool that had always been welcomed by the disciples of Momei Villa. As the marks deepened and became visible to the naked eye, they shattered directly from the inside and turned into a pile of dust on the ground.

The water all the way in the middle of the ink pool dispersed directly to both sides under strong pressure, revealing the rocks at the bottom of the pool.

These are all the results of that small transparent ball.

Yan Cheng was in the center of this road, looking at the wrinkled bottom of the pond under his feet, feeling very unhappy.

He didn't look at the small transparent ball that was right in front of him, but instead drew a stroke with his pen.

The water in the Mochi returned to calmness again, and the dividing line in the middle was filled up in an instant.

Yan Cheng's pen also met the small transparent ball carrying the wind and thunder.

Kong Yang looked at Yan Cheng mockingly, as if he were looking at a fool.

That small transparent ball was released with all his strength, and the power of no less than ten techniques was compressed in it. Once it exploded, he was confident that even Long Yao would have to avoid the edge temporarily.

Yan Cheng has not yet entered immortality, and confronting him head-on is tantamount to seeking death.

With a muffled sound, Yan Cheng's body hit the back of Mochi hard, causing two huge waves that were as high as the sky.

The water in the Mochi became alive at this moment, swallowing up the small transparent ball.

The small transparent ball struggled in the ink-colored pool water, causing countless turbulent waves.

At this time, the Mochi seemed not to be a small pond at all, but rather like a sea in a storm.

No matter how much power the transparent ball contains, under Mo Chi's devouring and suppression, it cannot even exert 10% of its power.

Not long after, Yan Cheng walked back to Mochi in ragged clothes. There was a human-shaped hole on the wall not far behind him.

His expression was calm, and the ink pool also returned to calm. The surface of the pool was already as dark as ink.

Kong Yang's smile gradually solidified.

He could feel the change in Yan Cheng's breath.

Just now Yan Cheng was just relying on Mo Chi's power to deal with his attack, but now he is completely controlling Mo Chi, or in other words, he and Mo Chi are almost integrated into one body.

Mochi was born between heaven and earth, and is also a thing in heaven and earth, but there is only one kind of person who can be in harmony with heaven and earth.

Kong Yang didn't want to believe this ridiculous fact, but the vague secular aura in Yan Cheng's body revealed the truth completely.

Yan Cheng broke through the realm and became an immortal at this time.

Even if the realm is still unstable, he has finally become an immortal.

Kong Yang gritted his teeth and said, "As expected of Mr. Yan Wu."

He calmed down, a large Xuanwu shield appeared in his hand, and a Xuanwu shadow appeared behind him: "But even so, you will still not be my opponent."

Yan Cheng was feeling the subtle changes in his body at this time, thinking that what his master said was indeed right, everything will work out when it comes, and there is no need to do anything on his own.

Then he finally realized that Kong Yang was provoking him, so he dipped his pen in the pool like a dragonfly, and the aura around him rose steadily along with the agitation of the ink pool.

In order to make his life cleaner in the future, he would not let Kong Yang go.

…

In the Mo Mei Forest, Yi Wuxing glanced at the huge ink formation that was slightly covered by the lobby of Mo Mei Villa with complex eyes, and then at the ink pool that was already covered by the ink formation. His eyes were even more surprised, and he shook his head and said: "Mo Mei

The villa really deserves to be called Momei Villa.”

Qu Youyuan clasped his hands behind his back, and his plain words revealed the purest pride: "Our Momei Villa is unparalleled in the world."

Yi Wuxing turned his attention to Qu Youyuan again and sighed: "Mr. Qu Si, you left five points of the sect-protecting formation in the lobby, scattered three points in the back mountain, and gathered two points in the Mochi, but you didn't leave a single bit behind.

It seems that your cultivation level is much higher than we thought."

Qu Youyuan glanced in the direction of Mo Chi, feeling a little relieved, and then said unceremoniously to Yi Wuxing: "What does it have to do with you?"

He took a step forward, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in his chest suddenly exploded, causing all the leaves to fall in the dark plum forest.

With every breath he took, Qu Youyuan's breath was completely different from before.

Yi Wuxing sighed: "I admire you."

Then he shook his head and said: "What a pity."

Qu Youyuan's realm is very stable, as if he has been immersed in the immortal way for many years, but in fact he has just broken through.

There are not many people in the world who can cross that threshold so easily and ordinaryly.

But such an amazing and talented person was the enemy of the Holy Pavilion, and was immediately killed by his own hands.

The phantom of the green dragon appeared behind Yi Wuxing, but quickly integrated into his body.

An aura that could dazzle the world instantly enveloped the entire Mermelin.

Yi Wuxing opened his eyes, his vertical pupils filled with a heart-stopping pressure, looking down at the world like a giant beast waking up.

"If I didn't have Canglong bloodline, I might not be your match." Yi Wuxing looked at Qu Youyuan and said, "Mr. Qu Si, you are too confident after all."

Qu Youyuan's expression was calm, as if he didn't feel the pressure of Canglong's bloodline at all. With a flick of his sleeves, the aura that enveloped Mo Meilin was directly dispelled, leaving no room for maneuver.

"You won't know until you fight."

After saying that, Qu Youyuan punched Yi Wuxing. Before the wind of the punch came, the dark plum branches were already dancing in the wind, as if to encourage Qu Youyuan.

…

Thousands of miles away, Lingxiao Peak.

The Holy Pavilion is far away at the top of Lingxiao Peak, just a thin line away from the top of the clouds. The scenery you see is also spectacular.

Some young Holy Pavilion disciples like to lean on the railings and look down at everything under Lingxiao Peak.

But today they discovered a strange thing, which seemed to be two connected small dots, and seemed to be colorful.

When the thing got closer, they could see clearly that it was a mountain, but there was a thin line behind the mountain, connecting it with the small island behind. There were colorful clouds surrounding them, and they were surrounded by colorful clouds.

It's spectacular but also somewhat nondescript.

That mountain is Wuan Jianfeng.

Shang Yunjian stands on the top of the mountain, holding Moli in his hand, full of energy and high morale.

Among the colorful clouds, Luo Qingchen looked at the Holy Pavilion with a somewhat complicated expression.

Long Yao stood at the forefront of Wuan Sword Peak, clenching his fists slightly.
Chapter completed!