The spirits of the earth and forests have a purer breath than anyone else. And there is no impurity, it will only be of great help to Muyang's body, and there will be absolutely no signs of destruction, there is no doubt about this.

It's just that even though Mu Yang's body has been tempered thousands of times, it was stronger than ordinary cultivators at the beginning. But to this day, it is completely beyond the expectations of the demon king. The power of the Mori White Bone Whip evolved into the Beastmaster Whip, and it didn't have much effect on him.

The coma lasted for almost half a month, and the ghost spirit disappeared. After becoming Muyang's covenant spirit, he will rely on Muyang's breath to coexist and appear as a guardian spirit.

What he didn't expect was that by combining with Muyang's divine consciousness space and absorbing the power of the Protoss, his spirit body became more powerful, and the appearance of the phantom was no longer the image of a child, but a young man.

In a deep coma, Muyang can only exist in the consciousness space in a state of consciousness now. He stood opposite the young man, staring at each other with big eyes, and he didn't quite adapt to it for a while, and he didn't know what to do.

After the awkward atmosphere lasted for a while, the little one's temperament did not change. Glancing at Mu Yang unhappily: "Yo, I didn't expect your Protoss power to be quite strong, yes, I didn't see the wrong person." ”

At this time, the corners of Mu Yang's mouth also raised a mocking smile: "I can figure it out now, you were lying before, right?" It's not because you're afraid of consuming aura, but because you don't have enough strength to condense a stronger body!"

Mu Yang quickly understood this. The forest spirit is very pure, fusing the power of the Protoss, and it makes the little guy grow up all of a sudden. This change was something he could not have predicted himself.

A flush flashed across his face, and the little guy glanced away: "What nonsense are you talking about? Do I really have that strength when I don't have that strength? Do I need to rely on you? Joke! If you think this is your credit, you can terminate the contract at any time!"

His eyes flickered as he spoke, and he was obviously in a state of weakness. Muyang didn't want to poke it either, so he just smiled and didn't say anything. But he knew in his heart that once the spirit was formed, it must not be unraveled, otherwise the consequences would be gone!

"I won't mess around with you, your current breath is not stable enough, go to the Ancient Monument to recuperate for a while. The egg hurts, your wood essence has sealed me in the divine consciousness space, and I need to take a little time to unravel it!"

Turning around, Mu Yang sat cross-legged, his hands sealed, trying to raise his breath to break the barrier of the divine consciousness space. The little guy frowned, this is obviously not waiting to see him, what does this guy mean!

But soon, a strange smile appeared on the little guy's face: "You're very dragging right now, aren't you? It won't be long before you ask me to cooperate with you! The cannibals appear, you can't stop you without me!"

The phantom flickered and went directly into the Ancient Divine Monument, he really needed to breathe and fully adapt to the breath of his body. In this way, we can better fit with Muyang!

The divine consciousness was safe and sound, and they all entered the cultivation separately. But half a month from the outside world passed quickly. If you want to say that you don't worry about it, it's fake, Muyang hasn't woken up, it's like missing the backbone!

Staring at the direction of the secret room, the door was about to grow moss, and there was no response. Although this was very common in cultivation, Lin Lin could still feel the breath of Muyang. But before I saw anyone, I was worried after all!

"Linlin, don't worry! Don't you know Muyang? How many times in life and death, how many times in life, haven't they all broken through? This time it's no problem, I have a hunch that Muyang will be reborn again!"

Shaking his head, Lin Lin said in a deep voice: "For Brother Muyang, I don't have much to worry about. I know all of what you're talking about. I'm even more worried about the cannibals' movements, and none of the disciples sent out have any news!"

They didn't know that there would be no news from the disciples sent out by the Burning Tower, because they were intercepted and killed by unknown people on the way, and they would not even leave their divine senses behind, and they would disappear.

The cracks in that space are getting bigger and bigger, and the impact inside is getting stronger and stronger. The impact of demon beasts, demonic beasts, and fierce beasts, the bloody breath, and the power that fuels the cannibals, will rush out soon.

At a certain moment, in the long-term tense vigilance of the Burning Tower, a disciple hurriedly ran over, holding a severed skeleton in his hand: "Landlord, the disciples were intercepted and killed by unknown people, and the whole army was wiped out!"

Zhang Erdan and Lin Lin's faces sank at the same time, and they were about to say something, when a golden pillar of light came from the secret room. There was a muffled sound, the pillar of light pierced the clouds, the space trembled, and a figure appeared in the pillar of light.

The golden light protects the body, and the phantom spreads and gathers. Each phantom presents a different martial move. Separate in a moment, converge in a moment. The power is not at all what this burning tower can bear.

After a while, all the phantoms gathered, who was it not Mu Yang? I saw him slowly walking downward, and with every step, seven figures would appear behind him, as if seven afterimages were condensed.

"It's such a powerful coercion, I really didn't guess wrong, Muyang was really reborn, and it was very different from before!" Zhang Erdan said in surprise. As soon as the words fell, Muyang had already appeared in front of them: "I'm sorry, I'm worried!"

The aura converged in an instant, and Mu Yang's temperament was like an ordinary person, deep and obscure, and not even the slightest aura was revealed. But this is the case, and it is even more unfathomable.

Turning forward, Mu Yang frowned slightly. With a flick of his fingers, a wave of energy shot out. The rich turbidity in the space dissipated, and there was a quiet atmosphere, which was refreshing.

Hold Linlin's shoulders: "Girl, can you see what the move just now is? It belongs to me, it is unique, it is not created by my predecessors, it is the exercise I have comprehended, the Seven Styles of Sacred Martial Arts!"

Self-created exercises, but also able to control the power of nature, without the erosion of turbidity, this is the meaning of the founder, right? Linlin was pleasantly surprised, and sure enough, she did not disappoint: "Brother Muyang, I always knew that you would definitely succeed!"

With a flip of his palm, Muyang had an extra bouquet of delicate flowers in his hand, shining brightly, in such an environment, this is simply a miracle: "Girl, this is for you, as compensation for making you worried!"

Seeing this, Zhang Erdan was speechless: "You control the qi of the earth, control the aura of the forest, how do you use it?" Muyang, what time is it now, are you still in the mood to play romantic?"

He was jealous, really jealous. Where is Yingluo? How is the situation? So far, there is no news at all, and seeing Muyang and them, my heart is really uncomfortable!

"Brother, as long as there is breath, there is hope. As long as you don't give up, there will be a chance to find it. But for now, we have to make a trip to the south. Instead of sitting back and waiting, it's better to take the initiative!"