035 Escape

(There will be some changes in the following writing style. I hope book lovers like it and take a relaxed and leisurely way. I'm not young anymore. I have to earn a living, or I will starve to death. Book lovers remember to wear more clothes and don't catch a cold in winter.)

Yang Zifan, who was captured, only felt the sky, the earth turn, and his eyes turned, and then fell heavily to the ground, filling his mouth full of sand. Moke stood aside, looked around for a while, and kicked Yang Zifan: "Hey, little guy, get up and don't pretend to be dead."

The magic general's foot strength was not a joke. He almost kicked him unconscious. Yang Zifan slowed down for a while before reluctantly getting up.

" mortals are really useless. I can't figure out what to do in such a good place for you?" Moke looked at the scenery around him and said to himself.

Yang Zifan didn't want to pay attention to him and looked at the surrounding scenery carefully.

The sun is shining and the eyes are full of yellow sand.

"Where is this?" Yang Zifan can't see where it is.

Mo Ke said, "How do I know, but why don't you talk big or small? Don't you know that you are my prisoner now?"

Yang Zifan didn't agree and looked at him and said, "I'm not your prisoner."

Moke's eyes are big, his eyebrows are thick, and his mouth is also very big. Seeing Yang Zifan's appearance, he said angrily, "Do you want to fight?"

"Come on, come on." Yang Zifan was angry from the bottom of his heart. Since he walked into the empty sad city and hooked up with Yin and Yang Lengyu, he tolerated and suffered everywhere. Today, he got Yin and Yang Lengyu, and the fire in his heart burst up for a moment, and no matter who was opposite him, he looked at him angrily.

"Fight you." Moke cursed and didn't pay attention to any moves and routines. He punched Yang Zifan in the face. Yang Zifan wanted to dodge, but he didn't know what was going on. Moke's fist came out, and he couldn't be turbulent. Seeing his fist coming towards him, there was a black fog floating up. He knew that if he ate this punch, he would die again. So he risked his life and called out the Qingluan fairy armor.

The fist collided with the fairy armor.

Moke said, his hands were burnt. He looked at Yang Zifan in surprise and said, "What do you have? Why does it hurt me so much?"

At this time, Yang Zifan found that the green fairy armor had undergone great changes. In the past, it was always dazzling when it appeared, but now it was as if it did not appear on the body, restrained in the body and blocked the power of the magic back. Even the green lotus fire attached to the fairy armor did not seem to exist. From the outside, Come on, I don't seem to have changed anything.

Such a change made Yang Zifan happy and pretended to say, "Do you still want to fight?"

Moke's big eyes turned around and gently blew on the wound. His palms recovered as before and said, "Who the hell are you?"

Yang Zifan thought for a moment and said, "I'm a fairy."

"Immortal?" Moke's eyes widened, with an unbelievable expression on the square's face. He looked up and down carefully and suddenly said, "You frick me."

The palm appeared in front of Yang Zifan at an incredible speed and patted firmly on his chest. Yang Zifan suffered such a heavy blow. His chest was stuffy, and the fairy armor on his body felt itself and bounced back the power of Moke.

"What a bad door." When Yang Zifan reacted, Mo Ke stood back to his original position, this time only between breathing, and the speed was amazing.

"Well, if you slap me twice, I have to hit you twice to be fair." Just now, that palm scared his heart to his throat. For a long time, he couldn't figure out what the bottom line of Qingluan fairy armor was. Today, he was slapped twice by Moke in a row. He was just a little stuffy in his chest. For a moment, he had a further understanding of the fairy armor on his body.

Moke grabbed his head and said, "You're right. Come on, you also slap me twice."

Yang Zifan didn't expect this guy to be so cheerful. He rolled up his sleeves and was a little worried. He told him, "I didn't dodge, and you can't dodge."

Moke laughed and said, "Who am I? What I said is just a matter of words."

Yang Zifan was still worried and said, "This is the first time I've seen you. Who can believe what you said?"

"Go to the virtual world and ask who I am." Moke seemed to be very afraid that others would deny him and argued.

Yang Zifan looked at his serious look and coughed, "Then I'm going to take action. The means of immortality are not something that ordinary people can resist. You have to be prepared."

There was a fairy's eyes to see, and then there was a fairy armor quietly protecting the body, which scared Moke.

Moke swallowed his saliva, hugged his hands, and made serious preparations.

Yang Zifan smiled secretly and felt that this man really had no brain except for his profound cultivation. What he had been waiting for was that since he walked into the door of practice, he had hardly learned any moves except for the Tianyuan Zheng method of Long Xiaofeng and the broken magic formula brought by Erye Huakai. He usually relied on his strange cultivation against the enemy. , the life-saving fairy armor, let alone the magic power of immortals.

So he pretended to recite the spell.

"Wow...Wow..."

Magic is so powerful that he can't find the corresponding spell in his whole mind, thinking that he is casting some profound magic formula, and he is more vigilant.

The green lotus spirit in Yang Zifan's body quietly gathered. He knew very well that he could not defeat the magic and could only escape. The spell was just a cover.

The louder the spell is, the longer it is. Mo Ke is also getting more and more nervous. Yang Zifan pinched the time and pays attention to every action of Mo Ke. After all, there is only one chance.

"Bala...Bala...Mami."

"The incompete way of heaven is vast and wild."

"Move."

Yang Zifan finally waited for the loophole of Moke's spiritual consciousness scattered around him, broke the magic formula again, and almost used all his cultivation.

I only saw Yang Zifan's green light flash, and there was no longer his shadow on the vast desert.

Moke suddenly realized and jumped his feet and scolded, "Damn mortal, so cunning, I'll see how you escape." He quickly demonstrated the art of movement.

After six series of moves, his spiritual consciousness stopped. Yang Zifan gasped and said, "It should be safe!" Before the beads of sweat on his forehead were wiped off, he suddenly felt a strange fluctuation appear behind him, and Moke's voice came through the hot air of the desert.

Yang Zifan's heart beat wildly. He didn't know what means Moke chased him. He quickly got up in the air and wanted to use the magic formula. How could Moke, who had finally caught up, give him a chance?

A black fog was thrown out and scattered into the air. Yang Zifan's spiritual consciousness condensed and could not be turbulent at all. For a moment, he was shocked. He stepped away, and the air of the green lotus in his body surged into a touch of smoke and fled to the air.

can't move, he can only escape. He doesn't want to be caught by Moke.

Mo Ke was so angry that he shouted and chased after him.

It's strange to say that although Mo Ke is profound, he doesn't seem to be good at the art of controlling the sky. He only drew with Yang Zifan, and the two chased one after another and completely competed for patience.

However, Yang Zifan can't explain it clearly.

He was banned by Moke, his spiritual consciousness condensed, and his body became heavier and heavier, as if something was constantly growing. For a long time, he was afraid that he would be dragged down by the gravity generated by the prohibition.

Give up?

It is impossible for him.

You can only grit your teeth.

Moke was very confident in his prohibition and shouted, "Don't run away. It's useless. I can still spare you if you surrender. If I keep chasing after you like this, you have only one way to die."

Yang Zifan smiled bitterly and shouted, "You ugly, why don't you fight with Zhang Xu, a guy who is afraid of being weak and afraid of death? Are all you people in the virtual world like this?"

"What did you say?" Magic monster.

I don't know how many white clouds they have broken and how many boundaries they have crossed.

From afar, it seems that there is a layer of fog gathering on Yang Zifan's back, which looks like a mountain and is constantly growing.

Time goes by minute by second.

This escape is a day.

When night falls and the moon goes up the mountain, Yang Zifan has been breathless and exhausted by the shadow behind him. If it hadn't been for his nine-leaf green lotus heart, it hadn't been for his determination and refused to give up, he would have fallen into the clouds and fallen into the hands of Moke.

Although he tries his best, people always have their limits.

Finally, Yang Zifan's eyes darkened and crashed into a black cloud.

Mo Ke behind him was overjoyed and hurriedly swooped down, intending to catch Yang Zifan under the dark clouds.

One minute, two minutes... a quarter of an hour.

There is a lonely bird flying under the dark clouds, and it seems to be laughing at Moke.

"I'll do it." Moke grabbed his head and couldn't figure out what was going on. A black cloud took so long?

One more minute...two minutes...a quarter of an hour passed.

Another lonely geese "clucked" by. Mo Ke angrily slapped the lonely geese into a blood fog. With his magical power, he knew that Yang Zifan was in the black cloud, but why was a black cloud like this?

He roared and his hands were torn, intending to tear the black clouds to pieces. Suddenly, a layer of colorful light appeared outside the black clouds.

"Hear." The smell of burning permeated the air, and Mo Ke was shocked, withdrew his smoking hands, and looked at the disappearing mask in the sky.

"Break the Devil Light."

"What the hell is this place?"

The moon happened to come out of the dark clouds on the other side of the sky, illuminating the world and taking care of the place where Yang Zifan fell into.

It was a big dark cloud, a dark cloud floating quietly in the air.

Moke shook his head and woke up from the shock. He still didn't believe that there was a so-called broken magic light on this dark cloud, which was the magic power that only the upper part of the fairy world could perform, and there were as many as five superiors in the world. How could there be such a figure in the world? He just thought that there was a magic weapon on the fairy Yang Zifan, which played a role and applied a prohibition similar to breaking the magic light.

"Damn little guy, I let you go today. I don't have time to spend time with you. I can still play in all directions when I come here."

He planned to give up his Moke. As soon as he was about to leave, he heard Yang Zifan's ridicule from the dark clouds.

"Haha, ugly guy, you're not very good. Come in, come in, I'm free inside."