The soldiers came after hearing the news and saw dust all around.
"Are you okay?"
The old man shook his head, and then looked at Diandian and Mianmian in his arms. The two little guys were opening their curious eyes, stretching their necks and looking ahead.
"Who's winning?"
"I don't know, I can't see clearly..."
In the smoke, the figures of Ling Xuewei and Ye Moyan were gradually revealed.
"It's my mother!"
"Daddy!"
I saw that the ground around Ye Moyan had collapsed, except for the circle under his feet.
He held the front part of the black blade between his fingers, and his palms were covered with a layer of snow-white frost, which were extremely cold hands.
Invulnerable to all kinds of weapons and poisons.
And around him, a faint purple light shines, as if the spring breeze has turned into invisible rain, or as if the sky has collapsed into nothing. His whole person's aura is peaceful and quiet, like a calm and bottomless abyss.
Out of sight.
Can't guess.
Ling Xuewei was shocked. She attacked with all her strength, but Ye Moyan easily defused it like this!
"Time is up."
A low voice came, and Ling Xuewei came back to her senses, only to see the extinguished incense in the distance.
"You lost."
Ye Moyan was still in the circle, and he won this competition.
"Yeah?"
Ling Xuewei suddenly raised her eyebrows, a sly look flashed in her eyes.
Ye Moyan suddenly felt something flash before his eyes, and he was stunned.
Ling Xuewei's beautiful snow-white face appeared in front of her. That face was full of charm, and her eyes seemed to have suction, with pink light shining.
Captivating.
He just lost consciousness for a moment, and his whole body was jumped. When he regained consciousness, he was already outside the circle.
"You lost."
At this moment, Ling Xuewei was sitting proudly on Ye Moyan. If there was a tail behind her at this moment, she would have to wag it to the sky.
"That was...charm just now?"
"Well, how about the newly evolved ability of my Kunpengyan? Is it awesome?"
Although the effect of this "soul-capturing" is short-lived, a moment's defeat in a duel between masters is enough to turn the battle upside down.
But this time, Ye Moyan was unprepared for her. According to her judgment, if the level gap was too big, then this function would be greatly reduced, or someone with a firm mind or someone who practiced the soul-capturing technique would also react to this.
immunity.
How it will work out will depend on future experiments.
"Not bad, the timing was also very good."
Ye Moyan chuckled and reminded, "It's just that the time has passed."
Ling Xuewei smiled like a little fox. With a turn of her wrist, she saw the space not far away flicker and disappear.
Then the incense that was still burning was revealed.
Although it has come to an end, it is indeed still burning.
"This is the real incense stick, the time is just right."
"Hahaha, is it an illusion? You girl, it turned out that you had planned it from the beginning..."
Mr. Que walked over laughing, and Diandian and Mianmian flew towards them like cheerful birds. Ling Xuewei was a little surprised, "When did you come?"
She hurriedly got up from Ye Moyan, and when she met someone's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, Ling Xuewei glared at him fiercely.
After all, the means of victory were disgraceful. It could be said that she had tricked Ye Mo Yan. Otherwise, if she had relied solely on her cultivation, she would have been suppressed immediately. How could she have been able to survive for so long?
Ling Xuewei remembered that three years ago, Ye Moyan was already in the Divine Transformation Realm, and she was only in the Supernatural Power Realm. Now there is a whole realm of difference, a world of difference.
Although she still has poisons and useless weapons, based on this calculation, she should be able to deal with people below the fifth level of the magical power realm. The spirit transformation realm is still a bit dangerous.
"Mom, you are so awesome!"
"Mom is great! Dad, are you too good at it?"
It was rare for Diandian to see his father suffer a loss, and he was attacked by evil intentions, which resulted in a collapse of his head.
Diandian covered her head and pouted her little mouth, looking aggrieved.
Que Laoyi looked at it and glared at Ye Moyan unceremoniously.
"Why are you arguing with a kid when you have nothing to do?"
After training Ye Moyan, Mr. Que turned to look at Ling Xuewei.
"Girl, your cultivation has made great progress. I'm relieved to see you recover."
"I made you worry."
Ling Xuewei smiled and dismissed the palace guards around her, and they returned to the palace.
Ling Xuewei gained new insights from the battle just now, so Diandian and Mianmian were taken by the old man, while Ye Moyan stayed behind.
Now that she has entered the magical realm, she feels that her breath is becoming calmer.
Like the calm deep sea, it is more sensitive to the surrounding atmosphere.
In addition to the changes in Kunpeng's eyes, there is also the fusion with Jinglian Lihuo.
Ling Xuewei could feel that the fusion was more proficient than before, but it was still not 100% perfect. After all, the divine power was too strong. She had only forged her reborn body once, so it was still difficult to withstand the power of the divine fire.
No wonder Xiaoli's strength was less than 50% in the past. If she really unleashed all her power, she would probably be swallowed up to the point where nothing is left.
Now with the "awakening" of divine power, Ling Xuewei's body has been tempered by divine fire, becoming stronger and able to withstand more power, but this also needs to be controlled by her.
"Abandon distracting thoughts, concentrate on calmness, and you should be able to feel the position of the divine fire in your body."
"Um."
In the sea of consciousness, the small blue-gold ball appeared clearly in my mind.
"To fully control the power of divine fire, it takes a long time to practice. Strength, quantity, control, precision...all are indispensable."
"Let's talk about strength first. You first create a ball of fire."
Ling Xuewei followed Ye Moyan's words and created a ball of flame in her palm.
"This is the original heart fire, and there should be sub-fire."
"Zi Huo?" Ling Xuewei looked confused.
"Well, the heart fire is the foundation, and the sub-fire is the supplement. The heart fire is like the "origin". As long as it exists, it will continue to create more sub-fires. The energy of the original fire is limited. With your current body, you can use up to seven
Success. However, Zihuo can grow and develop endlessly..."
Listening to Ye Moyan's explanation, Ling Xuewei's eyes became brighter and brighter, as if the fog that had originally shrouded her heart was lifted, and she suddenly became enlightened!
"When you close your eyes, how do you feel?"
"Very warm..."
"Feel it with your mental strength, relax, don't be too deliberate, just like breathing."
Following Ye Moyan's words, Ling Xuewei relaxed her mind. Gradually, countless light spots emerged in her mind, like jumping light balls, gradually enlarging... Those light balls seemed to be alive, twisting and turning around her fingertips.
, like a naughty firefly.
As Ling Xuewei's mind moves, they change into various forms, with colors sometimes dark and sometimes light.
After a moment, she opened her eyes.
"Try to bring them together and completely integrate them."
"Cohesion?"
"Yes, this is to train your cohesion. Only in this way can you be more concentrated when activating the power of the original fire and not waste too much energy."