Ming Wuyan nodded, this Mu Yan's speed is also quite fast, after being separated from everyone, his ability should be unreserved and even more outstanding.
Speaking of the god's wish given by Xingyun, she also has a chance to use it! After a while she remembered to use it.
The two walked for a while, and finally Mu Yan found the God Seal Stele in the heart of a dead tree.
The two quickly stamped their god seals and left.
Just like what Ming Wuyan thought, when she arrived at the new holy mountain, she and Mu Yan separated again.
This time, damn it, she went to a desert again. She really didn't understand why there were so many deserts on the road to the holy practice.
After walking two steps, she noticed the difference. This desert was different from the ones she had walked before. The desert under her feet was cold and cold, completely different from the scorching heat before.
She took a closer look and found that it was not a trap, and the sand under her feet was real, but a cold desert? This seems a little weird.
She walked forward for a while, and soon found something different. She found that she was suddenly groggy, and her spiritual power seemed to be frozen by the smoothie.
She squeezed her hand hard, trying to regain her sanity.
Because of the incident with the Nine-leaf Longyang Flower, she now hates encountering these weird deserts.
After walking forward for a while, a gust of cold wind blew, and the sound of music sounded in the desert.
Ming Wuyan was in a bad mood. The sound of the music was fast and slow, sometimes it pierced into the body like a weapon, and sometimes it made people feel as if they were flooded, making them feel unspeakably uncomfortable.
This was the second thing, and soon she discovered that this was not just the Sanskrit assassination, the rapid music was approaching her with a powerful force of destruction.
Ming Wuyan wanted to escape, but found that the entire holy mountain was covered by the destructive force of assassination, and she couldn't escape at all.
Just as she was dodging with the aura of divine music, the spirit-enchanted pearl chain in her hand suddenly shattered into pieces, and Ming Wuyan's heart felt as if a needle of ice had been pierced into it, causing her to fall directly on the ground in pain. land.
She instinctively touched her hand. The Lingzhu was a gift from Ye Xuan. Not only could it block part of the sanskrit assassination for herself, it was also the power of Ye Xuan's divine essence. If this thing is destroyed, will it affect Ye Xuan?
Before he had time to think more, the assassination light of the higher-level Shenyin hit Ming Wuyan's face directly.