Chapter 192: Selecting Spiritual Secrets

In the splendid river of light, Muchen's figure rushed forward like lightning. The overwhelming light stream whizzed past it all around. In each stream of light, there were scrolls of different colors shining. Waves of not weak spiritual energy were emitted.

Muchen only glanced at these streams of light and took action. Relying on some previous experiences, he knew that most of the spiritual secrets hidden in these streams of light were at the middle level of the spiritual level. Although some Not bad, but now Muchen obviously doesn't want to be satisfied with this.

call out.

As Muchen's figure continued to move towards the depths of the River of Light, a thick and bright stream of light rushed towards the front. The color of the stream of light was obviously a bit brighter than what he had encountered before. .

Muchen's heart moved slightly as he looked at the stream of light. Immediately, dark spiritual power quickly surged out from his palm, and when he thrust it out, it was like billowing smoke, sweeping away towards the stream of light.

Bang!

The flow of light rushed into the dark spiritual power, and Muchen hurriedly gathered it, but the light flow was struggling like a fish caught in a net. The huge force even showed signs of dispersing the dark spiritual power. , Muchen saw this and hurriedly activated his spiritual power again to wrap up the stream of light. Then he stretched his hand in and grabbed the stream of light.

When Muchen grabbed the stream of light with his palm, some information quickly poured into his mind.

Da Luo Bing Jade Hand, a top-grade spiritual-level person, is trained with extremely cold spiritual power. When it reaches its peak, the cold air is so overbearing that anyone who touches it will turn the ice sculpture into pieces, and if it is struck, it will break into pieces.

"It turned out to be a volume of high-grade spiritual secrets." Mu Chen smacked his lips. Speaking of it, this level of spiritual secrets is pretty good. The Spirit Emperor's Finger he practiced was only a low-grade spiritual secret. Shadow Step is only middle-grade. These two spiritual techniques were of great help to Muchen in the past, but now with the improvement of his strength, this level of spiritual techniques is obviously not enough to satisfy him.

Muchen hesitated slightly, but finally let go of the light flow and let it fly away. Although Elder Zhutian had previously warned them not to be too attached to the god-level spiritual arts and to know how to stop it in moderation, Muchen was not too cautious. Wanting to be easily satisfied is not because he is reckless, but because he has some confidence in himself.

After letting go of the volume of high-level spiritual arts, Muchen moved forward again. In just a few minutes, he encountered no less than ten volumes of high-level spiritual arts of the same level as the Great Luo Bingyu Hand, but he was Letting go of everything, those black eyes nervously scanned the dazzling river of light, looking for the spiritual secret that truly moved his heart.

After searching for more than ten minutes, Muchen finally found something...

Of course, it cannot be said to be a discovery, because that mass of light flow is really too amazing. If the previous light flows were all loaches, then the light flow that appeared this time is like a python, it is huge and Powerful, where it passed by, the other streams of light retreated away, as if they were afraid and did not dare to compete with it.

Muchen stared at the python-like light flow with burning eyes, and could vaguely see that in the center of the light flow, there seemed to be a group of green light. The green light was rotating like a storm, exuding an astonishing energy. Spiritual power fluctuates.

"This is it!"

Muchen's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stabilized his body. Rolling spiritual power swept out, and his head was facing the python-like stream of light.

laugh!

However, just when the spiritual power had just enveloped it, the stream of light shook violently, tearing apart the dark spiritual power and rushing through violently.

The fierce resistance of this stream of light shocked Muchen, and he immediately did not dare to neglect, and hurriedly activated his spiritual power, and continued to wrap around the stream of light.

Tsk!

However, in the face of Muchen's numerous obstructions, the stream of light rushed forward, passing by like a powerful force. The former's obstruction failed to achieve the slightest effect.

This stream of light is so powerful!

Muchen's eyes became solemn, and he immediately slapped out a palm and shouted: "Vajra Buddha Hand!"

Buzz!

The dark spiritual power swept out and quickly turned into a giant hand. In the big hand, a mysterious black tower pattern loomed, exuding a suppressive power.

As soon as the Vajra's big hand was condensed, Muchen slapped the light stream with his palm. When the two collided, an astonishing wave of air swept out, knocking away the surrounding light streams.

The Vajra's big hand continuously erupted with spiritual power fluctuations, and the tower pattern in the palm was also squirming. The strange power was transmitted, and finally slowed down the momentum of the light flow. However, even so, Muchen could only It can form a stalemate with it and is difficult to suppress.

"Let's see how long you can hold on!"

Muchen gritted his teeth, circulated his spiritual power, and poured it out continuously. If he relaxed a little at this time, the flow of light would run away, and all his previous efforts would be wasted.

The two were in such a stalemate, waves of spiritual power continued to spread, and the surrounding area of ​​more than ten feet became empty.

Muchen gritted his teeth, and sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. This kind of stalemate consumed a huge amount of spiritual power, but it was like a tug of war. Once he relaxed, he would be completely defeated.

Boom boom!

Fluctuations of spiritual power swept across continuously, but as Muchen's sweat continued to flow, the stream of light was no longer as arrogant as before, and the light of the stream of light began to dim a little bit.

"This is the time!"

And just when the light flow became increasingly dim, a flash of light suddenly flashed across Muchen's eyes, and with a palm strike, the Vajra hand struck heavily on the light flow. When the light overflowed, Muchen stepped out with one step. , the palm of his hand rushed into the light flow as fast as lightning, and probed into the storm in the center of the light flow.

Tsk tsk.

The storm sliced ​​into Muchen's palm like a blade, leaving traces of blood, but Muchen's expression was tense and he didn't pay attention at all. His palm directly grabbed a scroll in the center of the storm.

After getting the scroll, a frantic struggle continued, trying to escape, but Muchen clung tightly, his spiritual power rolled around, wrapping it up layer by layer, even if the tiger's mouth was shattered, he still refused. Let go.

Blood dripped down Muchen's palm, and the struggle of the scroll finally weakened. Muchen then retracted his palm and looked at the scroll that appeared in his hand with burning eyes.

The scroll was green in color, and its entire body was like jade. Around the scroll, tiny wind whirlpools were constantly forming, making whining wind sounds, and it looked extremely magical.

Muchen held the blue jade-like scroll, and then felt a message coming into his mind.

The Nine Dragons Heavenly Wind Technique is a quasi-god-level spiritual technique that is cultivated by picking up the strong winds of heaven and earth. When it is completed, the Nine Dragons roar, tearing apart the sky and the earth, with unpredictable power.

"Quasi-god level spiritual art?"

Muchen was slightly startled, but he was happy and surprised at the same time. What he was happy about was that this spiritual secret was obviously not an ordinary thing, but what he was surprised about was that this god-level spiritual secret was actually at the quasi-god level.

But looking at it like this, the quasi-god level should be the lowest among the god-level spiritual arts, but no matter how low it is, it can't change the fact that it is a god-level spiritual arts, and its power must be far from those of the top-level spiritual arts. Lingjue can be compared.

Muchen stared at the quasi-god-level spiritual art in his hand, his eyes flickered, and then he nodded heavily. You don't have to be too greedy, you have to know when to stop. The quasi-god-level spiritual art is already extremely powerful. If you are not greedy enough, what will happen to you? Neither can be obtained.

Thinking of this, Muchen no longer hesitated. With one hand, he planned to crush the scroll, enter it, defeat the guardian, and truly obtain this quasi-god-level spiritual secret.

However, at the moment when Muchen was about to crush it, a buzzing vibration violently emitted from his body. The palm of his hand became weak for an instant, and the originally tightly clenched palm loosened.

call out!

And as Muchen released his palm, the cyan scroll suddenly flew out and turned into a stream of light and fled quickly.

Muchen stared at this scene dumbfounded, and the god-level spiritual art he had obtained flew away directly. Even with his surname, he couldn't help but became furious at this time, and roared: "Nine Nether Bird, are you doing something wrong? ?!”

The previous shock was obviously not caused by him, and there was only the Nine Nether Bird in his body. Besides this guy, who else could it be?

The Nine Nether Bird in the sea of ​​​​qi paid no attention to Muchen's roar, but stared closely at the mysterious black paper. On it, there was a dark purple light rising slowly, and finally passed away. .

Muchen, who was furious, was just about to enter the Qi Sea to cause trouble for Jiuyou Que, but suddenly he saw a dark purple light wrapping his body, and then before he could react, it wrapped Muchen, and... An astonishing speed, heading straight into the depths of the river of light.

This scene also made Muchen shocked. When the dark purple light appeared, he knew that this was not the Nine Nether Bird causing trouble. His mind moved, and then he gradually understood the source.

hiss.

When Muchen felt where the source was, he took a deep breath, his eyes filled with disbelief. Could it be that mysterious black paper that had not seen any movement for so many years?

"What does it want to do?"

Muchen murmured, he found that he seemed to have lost control of his body at this time, and could only let the dark purple light take him to the depths of the river of light, which made him want to cry without tears, could he finally A quasi-god-level spiritual secret that was easily obtained...

And when Muchen was carried away by the dark purple light toward the depths of the river of light, there was a place like a reading space in the depths of the river of light. There, there were dozens of rays of light suspended there. There was a sun-like flow of light, and within these flows of light, there was an extremely astonishing sense of oppression emanating from it.

At this time, this place suddenly emitted some vibrations, and after a dozen or so scorching suns, it seemed that a black light no larger than a human head slowly emerged.

And just when this black light appeared, the dozens of blazing sun-like light groups retreated a little, as if they were afraid of something.

The black light group was swaying, and there was a faint ancient wave coming out. It hovered for a while, and then it suddenly burst out from the deepest part of the light river as if it was attracted by something.

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) (To be continued.)