MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 604 cloud dream

  Chapter 604 Yunmeng

   "It would be great if we could domesticate the nightmare."

  Xi Yangyu sighed and said: "After a dream, the desert becomes ten thousand hectares of fertile land, the rugged mountain road becomes a flat road, and even the enemy can be transformed into an ally.

  We are not so passive now. "

  Lian Xuanxiao shook his head and said, "Fortune and misfortune depend on each other."

   "That's true."

  Xi Yangyu nodded approvingly, and said with a smile: "The only good news is that the outsiders probably don't know what's going on here, so we can spread the word through spies, pretending that we have tamed the nightmare, to frighten them.

   Tsk, I don’t know what Taihaoshan is thinking, insisting on launching this meaningless war, even Zhaoming can tolerate it. "

"Um."

  Lian Xuanxiao nodded slightly, waved his hands and said: "It's getting late, you should go back first."

"yes."

  Xi Yangyu turned around and picked up the stack of experiment records from the table, and handed it over.

  Lian Xuanxiao reached out to pick it up, but in the next moment, the majestic thought power centered on the paper, burst open, and filled the entire room.

  Lian Xuanxiao's figure froze in place, and every inch of his skin was under tremendous pressure comparable to the pressure of dark and deep sea water.

  If it was an ordinary person without cultivation ability, he would have been crushed into a thin piece by now.

  Confetti were flying all over the sky, Xi Yangyu maintained the posture of handing out the paper, squinted his eyes, looked at Lian Xuanxiao sullenly and said: "Who are you, no, it should be said, 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 fail, and the corners of the clothes were broken and floated on the ground. After the shards of cloth touched the ground, their color quickly faded, turning into a pitch-black matte silk fabric.

  The face of "Lian Xuanxiao" is also like an ancient figurine or mural that has been placed for too long, mottled and peeled off, revealing **** muscles.

   "...something went wrong."

  Mosi's avatar asked hoarsely. It had clearly imitated the Shanzhang's appearance, clothing, tone, and movements, and even the jade pendant was exuding the spiritual power fluctuations belonging to the Shanzhang.

"Ah."

  Xi Yangyu had no intention of explaining at all, several pieces of magic-suppressing talismans flew out from the sleeves of his large coat, and stuck them on the surface of Mosi's body.

   Then he released his thoughts, and took out two rusty, chipped iron rings from the side cabinet.

  This kind of iron ring, Li Ang has seen similar ones in the Zhenfu Division, and it is specially used to detain monks who have committed crimes.

  As long as the iron ring is used to penetrate the lute bone, no matter how much you squeeze the sea of ​​energy, you can't squeeze out a trace of spiritual power.

  However, compared to Zhenfusi’s standard torture tools, these two iron rings are filled with a simple and chilling atmosphere.

  The blood stains on it have gone through many years, but they are still as fresh as ever, exuding a fishy smell.

   "I don't care if you are a secret agent of the Taihao Mountain Trial Court or an assassin of the Zhou Kingdom. Once you come, don't even think about leaving."

  Xi Yangyu said slowly, "Dare to sneak into the palace, even pretend to be the head of the mountain,

   I don’t know whether to praise you for being brave or fearless, or to call you pitifully stupid. Come to fly moths to the flame, to perform this kind of mortal mission. "

   After finishing speaking, Xi Yangyu flicked his fingers lightly, inserted a pair of iron rings into the shoulders on both sides of Mosi's avatar, and twisted forcefully, piercing through the lute bone.

   Plop,

  The iron ring, which does not seem to have much weight, hangs above the shoulders, as heavy as a mountain,

  Mosi's avatar fell to the ground uncontrollably, with potholes on the kneecaps,

   His lips trembled, as if he wanted to say something.

  Xi Yangyu frowned slightly, listening carefully to what the other person said.

   "Ho, **** ho."

  The lower jaw of Mosi's avatar opened suddenly, opening to the limit like a snake, and a shining light appeared in the mouth.

  Xi Yangyu sensed the breath, and said in surprise, "Hui"

  Boom!

  The ball of light exploded in the room.

  Xi Yangyu faced the immense light, every beard and hair on his face was clearly visible. His eyes were indifferent, and he opened the palm of his right hand.

  Psychic barrier, this is a basic ability that almost every monk will master, it can be used to block rain and resist flow arrows.

  Even a body-training cultivator who exercises his body and martial arts every day knows how to drive the sea of ​​energy, gather spiritual power, and form a barrier. This is an extremely simple operation.

   It's just that after the Tibetan state, the monks of all paths have mastered more diverse and more efficient abilities, which can replace the mind barrier.

  Sorcerers have armor skills, talisman masters have protective talismans, sword masters have sword energy protection,

  Only Nian Shi himself will continue to study this basic ability, continuously improve the strength of the barrier, and improve the efficiency of the use of aura.

  嗡—

   A spherical thought force barrier was formed instantly, but it wasn't Xi Yangyu himself that was covered, but the ball of light blasted by the glowing crossbow.

  The strong light and flames that are enough to destroy a tall building oscillate violently in a spherical range, consuming energy in vain, but they still cannot penetrate the barrier.

  The shapeless sphere, which could only be outlined with heat flames, shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a light spot the size of a firefly.

  Xi Yangyu held his palm,

boom!

  The light spots disappeared.

   "Glow Crossbow,"

  Xi Yangyu lowered his arms, calmly continued the topic just now, "Why are you here?"

  “.”

  By taking advantage of the short gap just now, Mosi's avatar has already torn off the iron ring on his shoulder, and did not answer this question.

   "Don't you want to say yes?"

  Xi Yangyu let go of his thoughts, quickly picked up the snare drum toy that was placed on the table in the corner of the room, and hit the drum heavily with the thin wooden stick of the little drummer next to him.

  Boom boom boom—

  After three drums, everything around instantly dissipated, replaced by a lake.

  The lake is boundless, the height is below the waist, and it is icy cold.

  There is no light source in the entire space, but the surrounding scenery can still be seen clearly.

   The connection with the outside world was interrupted.

  Li Ang, who controls Mosi's avatar, calmly evaluates the status quo.

  There are only three figures in the lake,

  Li Ang, Xi Yangyu tens of meters away, and the drummer further away.

  The drummer is dressed in red, with a yellow ribbon around his waist, and the features are outlined with simple lines on his blurred face.

  He, or it, held a wooden stick and kept beating the drumhead to play music.

   "Level one alien, number nineteen, name, Yunmeng Tianyin.

   Unearthed at the bottom of a dry lake in Yunmengze. Maker unknown. "

   Xi Yangyu, who stepped on the water, said: "Just hit the toy-like drum head, and the person who heard the drum sound can be forcibly dragged here. At the same time, the time outside will also stand still."

  The moment the word "moving" was said, Xi Yangyu suddenly raised the palm of his right hand and swung it upside down.

  The mountain-like sense of horror and oppression strikes again,

  Li Ang pedaled on the solid lake bottom, broke away from the water surface, retreated violently, and slid back more than 100 meters like surfing,

   At the same time, release the mind barrier, narrowly escaping from the cracks.

  Wow—

  The lake water was overwhelmed by the power of thoughts, and a piece of it sank out of thin air. Then the thought power dissipated, and the water body reverberated, stirring up turbulent waves.

   "Sure enough, it's you."

  Xi Yangyu missed a blow, but he has obtained the desired information from the contact just now.

  His eyes were indifferent, and he said coldly: "At this moment, shouldn't you get married in Furong Garden, Li Ang."

  (end of this chapter)