Chapter 23, the remnant soul of God?

The sky in the mountains, the child's face changes as soon as it is said. In the morning, it is still sunny, and at noon, it is cloudy.

The deeper you go into the mountains, the lower the clouds will be. Lightning strikes down, as if it were a doomsday scene.

The warm-hearted fat man Mo held up the flashing defense shield at the beginning of the downpour to protect the night lonely clouds and the cold river. Yang Feng pulled Han Jing away first and guided her to practice the primary protection skill of Xuan Knight in the rain - protection of light.

is related to cultivation, and Han Jing is absolutely taught. She stood obediently, let the rain wash away and listen to Yang Feng's explanation.

Maybe it's really because of the primary protective technology. Yang Feng did not deliberately hide it from Hanjiang and Ye Guyun. As for Mo Pangzi and others, they are not claiming to be students of Fengyun College, and naturally they should have learned this makeup-level protection technology long ago.

After listening to Yang Feng's explanation, Han Jing blurted out, "There is still this kind of cultivation technique that can ignore the mysterious attributes. This is still a primary skill!"

Yang Feng named Mo Fatty: "Fat, please explain it." At this time, he really had some instructors who taught students and were not pretentious.

Mo Fatty was stunned and said with an awkward smile, "Instor Yang, the fat man's mouth is clumsy. I'm afraid that he can't speak well and let the talented schoolgirl laugh."

did not force it. Yang Feng nodded and said, "In terms of theory, A Jing will understand it by herself in the future. Now the teacher will show you, and you have to look carefully.

Absolutely intended to show off, Yang Feng pulled out his sword and inspired a purple beam of light. The strong purple light reflects a psychedelic purple halo in this world. The pouring rain automatically slipped down the outer edge of the purple halo, and the drops of water have never penetrated into this psychedelic purple space.

Yang Feng in the middle of the purple space is stained with a layer of soft purple light, and the purple light on his bearded stubble face flashes. Looking at it, there is a sense of surprise, but there is no lack of masculinity beauty. It is the heavenly thunder god coming down to earth.

"Wow, it's so beautiful, Master!" Small stars appeared in Han Jing's eyes, and the color of admiration was clear.

Ye Guyun also showed admiring eyes.

Just now, Yang Feng explained the principle of "light defense" in public, which gave Ye Guyun a great inspiration. For him, he opened a window to think from a new perspective.

Han Jiang frowned when he heard it, but he had to admit that Yang Feng's words benefited him a lot. Therefore, he felt more depressed and muttered, "I've never seen a coquettish bag like this!"

"Yeah! Jiang, you are careful." Han Jing turned her face to make fun of Han Jiang. The corners of her eyes caught the vision of the sky and exclaimed, "Oh yeah! Look over there!"

In the depths of the sunset mountains, there is a snowy light bursting, erupting like rays. After rising into mid-air, it twisted into a snake-shaped beam and turned towards this side, which was terrible.

"Is that the birth of a strange treasure?" Yang Yu exclaimed, and the greed on his face was clear.

No one answered, and all the people looked at the sky with different looks.

In mid-air, those bright lightnings walked through the rainstorm, as if silver snakes were picking grass, as if they were chasing something.

Up, in the depths of the sky, countless lightning strikes, forming a shocking lightning array along the direction, quickly suppressing down.

"Absolutely a strange treasure was born, which aroused the vision of heaven and earth." Fatty Mo's voice was a little hoarse, and his expression was very excited. The fat meat on his face trembled, and his narrowed eyes showed unconcealed greed.

" boss, do you want it?" Yang Yu asked vaguely.

It is said that it makes Zhi faint. Mo Fatty forgot the power of the purple beam stimulated by Yang Feng's previous sword. His fat face rose, and the greedy look in his small eyes also turned into a sharp light.

"Move--" was not yet done, and the words behind Fatty Mo drowned a earth-shaking sound.

All the bright lightning crashed into the lightning array that landed deep in the sky. As soon as the loud noise rose, the dazzling white light lit up and was fleeting.

Everyone's eyes are briefly blind. A moment later, the eyesight recovered, and everyone found that the white light had disappeared, and the lightning array and the silver snake also disappeared. Only the energy shock wave is scattered, which not only makes the earth tremble, but also the space vibrates silently, and the rain curtain is like a heavy yarn.

"What's there!" Han Jing was still the first to shout.

There is a huge black image shaking in the cloud.

Mo Fatty also forgot that he was about to order the attack just now. He opened his eyes, looked at the huge black image, and couldn't speak - that was the direction where the light snake rose before.

Yang Feng closed his eyes slightly, as if feeling the invisible shock wave, or using some secret method to observe the cause of the vision between heaven and earth.

On the dark rain curtain, it seems that someone outlined a person's shadow with a beam of light. This figure hangs in the air, and there seems to be a faint blue flame around it.

Han Jing opened her beautiful eyes and tried her best to see the hanging shadow clearly. Looking at the shadow stretching out her hand, a faint blue flame from nothingness appeared on the palm shadow, and then shook her hand, and the blue fire flew out.

Controlled by some mysterious force, Han Jing stretched out her hand.

The blue fire that seemed to cut through the void was accurately thrown. At the moment of starting the flame, Han Jing felt that there were countless information and pictures, transmitted from the burning blue fire, penetrated her palm into her body, and rushed straight into her sea of knowledge.

After Han Jing received the information and pictures transmitted from the fire, it seemed that she had exhausted all her energy in this short moment. It disappeared, and the shadow also disappeared, leaving no mark.

Like the heavy rain, it is endless, and all the light that penetrates the rain curtain is extinguished,

Han Jing stood sluggishly, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes changed sharply.

"Jing, what's wrong?" Ye Guyun asked anxiously.

Han Jiang was called back to his senses by this scream, and also asked Han Jing, who was still standing still: "Jing, talk?"

Her lips trembled, but she didn't say anything. Han Jing seemed to be scared by something, and her eyes were dull.

Through a glimmer of light in the dark clouds of the skirt, it fell on her right arm, which seemed to give her strength. She slowly raised her right arm and pointed in the direction of the snake-like lightning beam at the beginning.

The sky is dim, and in the rain, a rainbow bridge suddenly appears. At the other end of the bridge is connected to the stone steps that go straight to the sky. At the end of the stone steps, there is a huge group of palaces, which are one after another, majestic and faintly reveal some natural secrets.

"Temple, the divine world is at war." Han Jing said like a dream.

"What did you say? Jing, are you scared?" Han Jiang asked worriedly.

He didn't wake up Han Jing, but let Fatty Mo return to his mind. He blurted out, "That blue fire must be a wisp of soul from the divine world. Oh, my God, this girl hasn't been taken away. How powerful should her soul be!"

All people look at Hanjing like a monster. She still said to herself like a dream.

Yang Feng was the first to return to normal. He laughed and joked, "Mo Fatty, which genius instructor taught you? Your imagination is too rich. This girl was scared and said nonsense. How can you believe it?

"Did Instructor Yang not see the vision of heaven and earth just now? And the blue fire, we all saw clearly that it had entered the girl's body. Fat Mo insisted.

Mo Fatty's eyes never left Han Jing. Looking at her like a hungry wolf seeing a lamb, the previous affinity image disappeared, but Ye Guyun and Hanjiang were nervous and did not pay attention to it.

"It's a pity that the unlucky defeated god didn't succeed, did he?" Yang Feng said with a sneer.

"Do you want to say no?" Yang Yu interrupted. Intentionally or unintentionally, he surrounded Yang Feng with two accomplices.

Maybe it's a person who is brave, or maybe it's another card. Yang Feng clearly saw that Yang Yu and others had signs of doing something, and still said calmly, "Didn't your instructor say that in addition to a rare worm grass in the sunset mountains, there is a kind of worm grass for summer in winter."

"Mage grass?" Fatty Mo asked in surprise. He made a secret gesture, and Yang Yu and the others stopped. Then, wait for Yang Feng's follow-up together.

Intentionally appetizing, Yang Feng chattered and criticized the teaching philosophy of Fengyun College and the backward management of the college. When Mo Fatty and others were about to grind up, he came back to the point.

"also known as a Mirage, the fog can be transformed into any possible image. Only the king-level Mirage can build the illusion of such a palace group in the sky." Speaking of this, Yang Feng smiled conceitedly and said, "I am knowledgeable, and those old antiques in the college are willing to bow down. If you meet me by mistake today, you will fall.

"Menzy? It seems that I heard an instructor mention it and didn't take it to heart. Fatty Mo was not sure whether to believe Yang Feng's words. He hesitated for a moment and asked, "As long as you keep your mind and calm, it should not be a big problem, right?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Yang Feng said not seriously, "If you fall into a fantasy and can't extricate yourself, self-harm or self-detonation, it's not a big deal. You can also say that it's not a big problem."

"You just said 'summer is grass', but it's not winter now. Doesn't the grass need to be rooted in the soil? There should be a safe distance. If you realize that something is wrong, can you retreat in time?" Fatty Mo humbly asked for advice, but his attitude was correct. It's just that the eyes flashed in those small eyes, and I don't know what they are thinking.

"The Cordyceps sinensis is just the normal state of low-level worms. King-level worms are unrestricted after their infancy." Yang Feng said solemnly. No one knew whether what he said was true or not. Anyway, no one present had heard of the worm.

At this time, Han Jing finally returned to normal. Like a curious baby, she asked a funny question that only she would ask: "Master, is the king-level dragonfly beast as cute as the ball rabbit?"