[Chapter 541: The Power of the Star-Picking Hand]

Just after Mu Daoran rushed to a distance of three meters, Yang Yiyun saw the old immortal activating the sword qi talisman in his hand, and then instantly fused it with his pair of Wu Gou, making the original top-grade divine weapon almost double its power.

A heavy heavenly sword intention emanated from it.

Yang Yiyun knew that it was another sword qi talisman refined at the virtual realm level, and the sword qi talisman in Mu Daoran’s hand was even more powerful than the one Han Jiulin used at the beginning.

This surprised Yang Yiyun. Of course, he was not surprised by the sword qi talisman itself, but the sword qi talisman behind it.

From this point, it can be seen that Mu Daoran also has a strong man in the virtual realm behind him.

Since Mu Daoran has a strong man in the virtual realm behind him, then will the old lama of the Tantric sect and Ding Changfeng of the Divine Sect also have one?

Think about it, how can Yang Yiyun not be shocked when so many virtual realm ancient warriors emerge?

The question now is, if there are really powerful virtual realm masters, will they be in the secret place on Changbai?

This conjecture is very likely. It is possible that the virtual realm expert behind Mu Daoran is hiding in the dark here.

However, it is uncertain if you can’t see the expert. What he is worried about now is that the ice and fire python rushed out from the pair of Wu Gou that flashed brightly in his hands. This is the attribute weapon magical power of Mu Daoran’s top-grade magic weapon. He had experienced it for a while when he was stationed.

Compared with the last time, Mu Daoran’s ice and fire python at this moment, because of the bonus of the sword energy talisman, the power has increased so much that Yang Yiyu feels cold and hot.

There is no doubt that Mu Daoran is at the cost of his life at this time.

Moreover, in Mu Daoran’s mind, Yang Yiyu is already at the end of his strength after being trapped in the swamp. The ice and fire python he blessed with the virtual realm expert’s sword energy talisman is enough to destroy Yang Yiyu. For Mu Daoran, his confidence in killing Yang Yiyu at this time is among the top fifteen.

Seeing that Yang Yiyun was about to be killed by his own Wu Gou’s magical weapon attribute, Mu Daoran’s old face was like a chrysanthemum blooming in autumn, showing a smile.

At this moment, Mu Daoran suddenly found that Yang Yiyun, whose half-level body was trapped in the swamp, showed a smile similar to his, just like the smile of a hunter who forced the prey into a dead end and could not escape, and the smile of a normal person deliberately pretending to be a fool to deceive others.

In an instant, Mu Daoran suddenly wondered if he was hallucinating because he was too happy?

Yang Xiaozei was a fish on the board at this time, unable to stir up any waves, so he could still laugh?

It must be his own illusion, right?

But when he looked again, the smile on Yang Yiyun’s mouth became more and more intense.

Then Mu Daoran’s pupils suddenly shrank, and he knew that he was not an illusion just now.

“Mu old thief, it’s time to end~”

This was Yang Yiyun’s shout to him.

Yang Yiyun, whose half body was originally trapped in the swamp, flashed with silver light in his hand, and his strange long sword appeared. He suddenly flew up from the swamp, and flew to a height of more than ten meters in the air, to the top of him and the python with the attribute of Lian Tiao, holding a long sword in his left hand, and a hot white light shone on his right hand.

In Mu Daoran’s eyes, he saw that Yang Yiyun’s right hand became transparent, and his palm could faintly see the bones. The crystal-colored transparent bones exuded a breath that made Mu Daoren despair.

Then he heard Yang Yiyun slowly say: “Star Picking Hand~”

When the words fell, in Mu Daoran’s eyes, Yang Yiyun’s right hand was dazzling with white light, like a small sun, and suddenly fell towards him, or to be more precise, it was shrouded. In Mu Daoran

‘s eyes, Yang Yiyun’s skeleton-like hand sometimes covered the sky and the sun, and sometimes was normal size, flickering, and fell on him with true and false.

At the same time, Yang Yiyun made a sword in his hand and slashed it down.

Instantly, the two pythons were slashed down by Yang Yiyun’s sword.

“Hiss~”

As the two people wailed, the two pythons with divine attributes were swept back by Yang Yiyun’s sword like lightning, and their luster dimmed a lot, but fortunately, they were blessed by the sword energy talisman of the virtual realm strongman, so they did not dissipate.

However, immediately after Yang Yiyun’s skeleton-like palm touched the ice and fire python, only two “bangs” were heard, and it instantly turned into nothingness.

This is not over yet. Mu Daoran watched Yang Yiyun’s skeleton hand change from time to time, and it fell on his head like a hand bone from the sky.

“No~”

In an instant, Mu Daoran felt an invincible pressure locked on him. He knew that he was finished, and shouted a word of no with endless unwillingness.

Mu Daoran really couldn’t figure it out, why is this happening?

Is Yang Yiyun his nemesis?

Every time he faced Yang Yiyun, he suffered a loss, and this time he even lost his life.

Mu Daoran had a lot of questions. He wanted to know why Yang Yiyu had become so powerful in just a few days.

What kind of magical power was Yang Yiyu’s skeleton hand?

Yang Yiyu was clearly besieged by countless mutant earth dragons in the swamp and was trapped in the quagmire of the swamp. But why did he escape from the swamp and even fight back when he was about to be killed by himself, and in the end it was him, Mu Daoran, who died? With

a lot of questions in his mind, he felt a pain in his heart, and his meridians burst one by one. Mu Daoran lost consciousness and died with a lot of questions in his mind.

In the last one, Mu Daoran actually saw clearly that Yang Yiyu’s skeleton palm pierced his heart, and the powerful true energy instantly shattered all the meridians in his body and destroyed his dantian.

Like a ghost with a devilish smile, Yang Yiyu appeared in front of him and gave him the last fatal hand.

“Bang~”

Mu Daoran fell to the ground with blood flowing from all his orifices, his eyes were not closed, he

looked like he was unwilling to die. Looking at Mu Daoran who fell to the ground or fell into the swamp, and instantly sank into the water and disappeared, destined to be eaten by the mutated earth dragon, Yang Yiyun exhaled a breath of foul air.

Another great enemy died in his hands, and there was less danger.

This time, it was really a credit to the insects. If the insects had not eaten all the earth dragons surrounding him and lifted his body up from the swamp when Mu Daoran attacked, he might have suffered a great loss at the hands of Mu Daoran.

With a thought, he summoned the insects that were still frantically devouring the earth dragons under the swamp back to his ears. Yang Yiyun looked at his right hand that had recovered as usual, and his heart was full of joy.

This time, he was able to kill Mu Daoran with one blow. In addition to the great increase in his cultivation, more importantly, the star-picking hand gave him a powerful attacking power.

After fusing the hand bones of the Tongbi ape, he gained the three powerful magical powers of picking stars, catching the moon, and stealing the sky. This was the first time he used them. The power was so strong that even he was shocked.

With such means, why would he be afraid of the trip to the Black Lotus Cave?

Unprecedented strong confidence filled his whole body.

At this time, Yang Yiyu turned his head and squinted his eyes, looking at the field. At this time, at the edge of the swamp, the old lama of the Tantric Temple led the little Dharma King and the young monk Liaofan from Shaolin to fight together. It seemed that the young monk Liaofan was not inferior at all, and he was at ease. Obviously, the young monk Liaofan did not use his full strength.

Both parties are Buddhists, but their doctrines are very different. Naturally, they are incompatible. Both believe that they are the orthodox Buddhists and want to annex each other, but no one has ever succeeded.

The young monk Liaofan did not use his full strength, and the old lama and his apprentice were the same.

On the other side, the Zhanqing people and the Shenzong disciples led by Ding Changfeng of the Shenzong fought. Mei Shiying and Chen Chenxiang of Tiangang Mountain had to deal with them the most. Almost all the disciples of the three sects were fighting with them.

However, Yang Yiyu could see clearly that none of them had used their trump cards.

Everyone looked very powerful.

After all, the five Zhanqing people were still powerful. After all, there were only five of them, but the number of people from Qingcheng, Shenzong, and Mizong added up was not small. They fought against many with fewer people, and none of them were inferior to Luo Luo. They really lived up to the name of evildoers.

According to Yang Yiyu’s judgment, the five Zhanqing people should have their own unique trump cards, but they just didn’t use them now.

Looking at the situation in the field, Yang Yiyu didn’t care about anything. He only had two targets, the old lama and Ding Changfeng. He could only feel at ease if he killed these two old immortals. He

used the wind control technique and flew towards the edge of the swamp.

At this time, someone shouted, “Run! Elder Mu was killed by Yang Fengmo. It’s not easy for us to fight.”

After this shout, all the people from the three sects ran away.

Including the old lama master and Ding Changfeng. These two old guys have been paying attention to the fight between Mu Daoran and Yang Yiyu, and they have long discovered that Yang Yiyu killed Mu Daoran.

They wanted to retreat at the first time. When they saw Yang Yiyu flying up, the old lama and Ding Changfeng were terrified and ran away without hesitation and disappeared in the jungle. Facing Yang Yiyu, they really didn’t have the courage to fight. It

‘s better to run away. After completing the tasks assigned by the ancestors of each family, ask the ancestors of the virtual realm to kill Yang Yiyu.

In an instant, the people from Qingcheng, Mizong, and Shenzong ran away.

Instead, Yang Yiyu didn’t know who to chase, and Zhan Qingren’s words almost made him fall from mid-air.

“Why are you showing off? You are a plague god. All these bastards run away when you come here.” Zhan Qingren looked at Yang Yiyu unhappily.

(End of this chapter)