Yang Muyu didn't speak, was he smart? He never thought he was smart. When he was a child, his father often called him stupid and self-righteous. In the past, or a little bit, now... he has long been hit with no confidence, especially in the cultivation of spiritual power, which made him a little decadent.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Sang said coldly, "Do you think I won't force you to take you away with me with words?" If it was something else, it would be fine, but for the sake of Tianya Hai Pavilion's secret book, she had to do it even if she was sorry for him.

"Pretty Sang, if you want to take me away, you can do it now." Yang Muyu sneered, dreaming about taking him away?

Sang Po Zi paused the nanmu crutch in her hand vigorously and was about to take action. Since Yang Muyu had seen through her thoughts, she now put down such an old face. For the secrets of Tianya Hai Pavilion, face and credibility are really not important.

A thin claw grabbed Yang Muyu's shoulder hard.

"No!" Shui Ling shouted, his body shook, and he had already blocked Yang Muyu's face, his face was flushed, and his big eyes were full of tears, and he shouted anxiously: "No...Mother-in-law, don't do this..."

"Shui Ling, go away!" The nanmu crutch that was being said in Sang's words paused slightly, and a trace of orange aura was brought over the long gray sleeves, which led Shui Ling aside.

Huang Lanyu was shocked. He knew that Sang Po Zi's cultivation was above him, but he did not expect that Sang Po Zi had a level six spiritual cultivation. But in this situation, he could not help but take action. He hurriedly pulled out his sword from his back. The long sword shook, and the three sword flowers, carrying green light, stabbed towards Sang Po Zi in front of him.

"Not bad! Not bad!" While Sang Po-zi pushed Shui Ling away, the nanmu crutch in his hand had already faced the long sword in Huang Lanyu's hand.

The Nanmu crutch is already extremely heavy, and the sword is light and sharp. Not to mention a martial artist of different levels, even at the same level, Huang Lanyu dared not fight with her. He was busy shrinking his sword and flying away.

"I actually have the fourth-level cultivation level, so I can't keep it." Sang Po Zi didn't know what Huang Lanyu and Yang Muyu had, but when she saw such a person, she was actually Yang Muyu's slave, for fear of capturing Yang Muyu. This person would have a successful cultivation level in the future and would come to Tianya Hai Pavilion to seek revenge.

So in a moment of thought, Sang Pozi immediately had murderous intent. The nanmu crutch in his hand immediately added 30% of his spiritual power, opened and closed, waved a ball of orange aura, and smashed it hard at Huang Lanyu.

Strange? Yang Muyu suddenly felt that the spiritual power in his body, which had been practicing for many days but had no progress, seemed to be ready to move, as if he had a breakthrough...

Why is this happening? Yang Muyu was both surprised and happy, busy holding his breath and carefully checking the condition in his body, but the feeling just now was shocking and he could never find a trace of feeling again?

Is it an illusion? Yang Muyu was puzzled. At this moment, Shu Ling and Huang Lanyu were screaming in his ears. He was busy looking up and saw Huang Lanyu jumping out of Sang Pozi's nanmu crutch, but his hair was scattered, and his face was damaged by Sang Pozi's spiritual energy, with a few scars.

It turned out that Huang Lanyu's cultivation was far inferior to that of Sang Pozi. After two moves, it was already dangerous. Sang Pozi had murderous intentions and had to kill him immediately and be under the stick. But she was also afraid of delaying and changing for a long time, so she actually used overwhelming spiritual power to hit Huang Lanyu's head. If it was crushed, let alone Huang Lanyu's head, even a big stone would have to be crushed and bloomed.

Huang Lanyu was shocked and tried his best to block it with his sword. The long sword in his hand showed layers of green sword light, which could not stop the orange-red nanmu crutch.

With a "date", Huang Lanyu's long sword was smashed into two pieces by the Nanmu crutch. Huang Lanyu was about to die under the crutch of Sang Pozi.

Shui Ling was anxious, and she also didn't understand the relationship between Huang Lanyu and Yang Muyu, but this person was Yang Muyu's slave. If he killed him, Yang Muyu would definitely be very angry.

She didn't want Yang Muyu to be angry, but in fact she felt... Sang Pozi, who has always spoiled her, did a bit too much.

So, Shui Ling floated up and greeted Po Zi Sang under the crutch. With her cultivation level, it was a dream to fight Po Zi Sang, but in the past three days, she has been practicing Xuanji Liuxia Dance every day, and she didn't even dare to relax for a moment when eating and sleeping.

Now, naturally, I actually used the first style of Xuanji Liuxia Dance. The body technique is wonderful and unparalleled, just like the dance of Liuxia. In the course of action, antelope hangs its horns, and there is no trace to be found.

Seeing Shui Ling intervened, Sang Po Zi was afraid of hurting her, so she hurriedly restrained her spiritual power. Shui Ling also took the opportunity to pull Huang Lanyu out from Sang Po Zi's crutch. But around this, the cold sweat on Huang Lanyu's head was already draining, and he once again came back from the Ghost Gate.

"Shui Ling?" Sang Po Zi was furious. Why is this dead girl so unaware of it?

It was a long time to say that, and everything happened in a short moment. Yang Muyu felt... the spiritual energy in his body seemed to move. This time it was more obvious, not his illusion. He felt a little moved. Could it be that this "The Art of Destruction of the World" is different from other techniques, and it actually needs to be stimulated by external forces?

Seeing that Sang Pozi was about to take action, Shui Ling was anxious and hugged Sang Pozi and shouted anxiously: "Mu Yu, go quickly..."

"Shui Ling, what are you doing?" Sang Po Zi didn't expect that Shui Ling would use this move, wanting to use spiritual power to shake her away, for fear of hurting her.

Yang Muyu sighed and said lightly: "You have seen enough, it's time to come out."

Everyone couldn't help but be stunned, not understanding who he was talking to? Could it be that there were others in this room?

"Hmph!" At this moment, a sneer suddenly sounded gloomy in the ears of Sang Po Zi, without giving Sang Po Zi more time. Then, a faint black smoke emerged from Yang Muyu's shadow. The black smoke quickly condensed and gradually became clear. A man in black stood beside Yang Muyu.

Pooh Sang was shocked and hurriedly took a step back, pulled Shui Ling over and protected her. She knew in her heart that this person... was obviously there, and Yang Muyu also knew that he existed.
Chapter completed!