MTL - Control The World-Chapter 394 Spirit Master

"Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue is so amazing." Ning Wufeng couldn't help but feel a joy. The body remained still, and the king of the king above his head suddenly waved his wings and walked out of the heart-washing hall.

The spirit of the Ming king did not touch the defense of Xingxin Dian.

You should know that the ordinary monk is difficult to walk away from the body, like spiritual power. The farther away from the body, the weaker the control of the spirit is.

However, after Ning Wufeng turned nine times to the Ming wangjue sixth turn, the Ming dynasty's spirit was like a spirit, and he could walk independently.

Ming Wang's spirit was soared above the heavens without being bound by the flesh. But Ning Wufeng also felt its shortcomings. Today, the power of the Ming king's spirit is less than 10% of the body, which is equivalent to a monk who draws air.

But the king's spirit was silent and the spirit array did not restrain it. What God sees is what he sees.

"Well, what does this girl have been doing outside the door of my hall for a long time?" Ning Wufeng "sees" that Hu Li stood outside his hall, like he was waiting for him.

"Don't you want to see me?" Ning Wufeng murmured in his heart, his mouth overflowing with a smile.

Ming Wang entered the body freely, and he slowly opened his eyes. The rich spiritual power gathered in the Xingxin Dian soon dispersed.

Ning Wufeng just stood up. The gate of the palace opened suddenly, and a cold wind blew on.

Hu Li's figure appeared at the door, and her figure was stretched by the sun.

"Master ... sister, why did you rush in without a word, what if I didn't get dressed?" Ning Wufeng deliberately revealed his "coquettish" look and looked at Huli.

There was no change in expression on Hu Li Qiao's face, and Shuibo was not surprised, saying gently: "The righteous father asked me to call you to Hanxin Pavilion."

"Righteous father?" Ning looked at her doubtlessly, and then she was ashamed. It seemed that Master Shiren was her righteous father.

He immediately patted his buttocks, leaned over, grinned and said, "Sister, how long have I been closed?"

"Twenty-one days."

"You've been waiting for me?" Ning Wufeng smiled, his shaggy hair pulled down, and he scratched.

Huli Qiao looked expressionless and gave him a slight glance. A chill rose from Ning Wufeng's heel, and he suddenly thought that Huli's strength was not something he could handle.

But it was late.

The cold air around him covered Ning Wufeng at a speed visible to the naked eye, and frozen him directly in the ice, making it difficult to move.

Ning Wufeng felt that his purple lake was frozen and his spiritual power could not be mobilized.

He was shocked, but the whole person was frozen, his expression was fixed, only two eyes could be turned around.

"It's too embarrassing. Wash it before going to see your father." Hu Li said coldly.

She left in style, not dusty.

After a scent of incense, there was a click, and the ice cracked open innumerable cracks and burst.

Ning Wufeng's robe exploded as the snow and ice scattered. A naked humanoid sculpture stands in front of the Xingxin Hall.

A cold wind blew and her hair was messy.

"Smelly girl, you wait for me! One day, I will definitely wipe you out, still in the snow and ice!" Ning Wufeng shouted, but the voice was getting lower and lower, who knows if the girl was hiding around.

He froze and quickly put on his clothes.

After packing, I went to Han Xinting.

Hanxin Pavilion.

Not far away is Hantan. The deep and transparent pond water is not visible at the bottom, and the icy cold air is emitted. Tan Bian was condensed with crystal clear cold crystals, and placed on the outside are worthy heaven and earth spirits.

Han Jingshui, a million-year-old spirit, can only be found deep in the bottom of Hantan Lake.

Han Xinting stands on Tan's side, and the perennial frost does not melt.

Nie Feijian sat quietly in the pavilion, with various jade charms and spirit pens placed on the long stone table in front of him.

Hu Li quietly rubbed aside, delicate hands, beautiful. She was there quietly, fused with the surrounding world. Ning Wufeng couldn't help but sigh in his heart: Such a beautiful woman is rare in the world.

Immediately, thinking that Huli had broken his bones in front of the mountain, he froze himself severely just now. I couldn't help but shook my head.

"This is a witch." He gritted his teeth and entered the Hanxin Pavilion.

Hu Li looked at him as if nothing had happened.

"Master." Ning shouted respectfully without wind, and there was no oily tone. He found that the unruly Nie Feijian had been serious at this time. Although he was unruly outside, he exudes a natural sense of detachment.

"Sit." Nie Feijian pointed at the futon in front and motioned to Ning Wufeng to sit down.

Ning Wufeng sat down respectfully.

"This is Huli, my righteous daughter." Nie Feijian smiled and looked at Huli.

Huli's face was still not shocked, watching Ning Wufeng nodded gently, as if at first sight.

"Sister Huli is also here, fortunately." Ning Wufeng also made a stern expression, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, his voice squeezed out from the teeth.

Huli turned a blind eye.

Nie Feijian coughed softly and said, "Okay, talk nonsense."

A shot of Nie Feijian's palm, a piece of jade charm hovered in front of him, his pen trembled. A very thin light burst from the tip of the pen, and outlined a mysterious and mysterious line, submerged in the jade charm.

The lines danced with dragons and phoenixes, and the spirit pen was soaked in spirit ink, rendering the lines previously drawn again. Yufu trembled sharply, and the aura on it became more and more eye-catching. A powerful momentum erupted from the jade charm.

Nie Feijian's original laughing face also became serious, and his expression was extremely devout. The jade pen scratched, and after a moment, the aura on the jade charm was closed. The pattern of the dragon and phoenix dance is engraved on it.

"Spirit Master?" Ning Wufeng frowned, showing a look of surprise, but he didn't expect Master to be a master teacher.

"You also know the existence of Lingli Master?" Nie Feijian moved slightly and smiled lightly. Spirit Master is a rare profession on the continent of immortals.

Ning Wufeng shook his head. I did not expect that there was a spiritual master in the Xijian Academy. He said immediately: "I only see occasional records in the file."

Nie Feijian nodded softly and said, "The so-called spiritual priest, what you see is what you can do. You can turn everything you see in the heavens and earth into a futuristic attack."

He shook his hand, and the previously depicted Fu Li suddenly displayed.

Ning Wufeng only felt the cold air coming from his face, and the turbulent cold lake fell to him with his head and face down, and his momentum was extremely violent.

He immediately released his consciousness. Although the cold pool he saw was not a real cold pool, it was not an illusion, but a powerful spiritual force.

The attack of this rune was not weaker than the half-step monk Yuandanjing's full blow.

Ning Wufeng's face moved slightly, and Hantan disappeared when he was only half a step away.

"So powerful." Ning Wufeng couldn't help but brighten his eyes, licked his lips, and laughed.

If during the battle, hundreds of runes were smashed in a row, even the monks of false Dan could be consumed by life.

Ling Li Shi is indeed one of the extremely rare professions on the mainland.

"Spirit Master can also describe the attack of others as Fu Li, and use it as his own." Nie Feijian smiled faintly and glanced at Huli.

Hu Li lowered the inkwell in her hand, her body moved, and she appeared on the cold lake outside.

Suddenly, she danced, and the water of the cold pool surged like a ribbon around it. With the change of the dancing posture, the water of the cold pool turned into a flying butterfly and shuttled in the ribbon.

Beautiful dance.

Ning shook the **** without feeling a wind, and suddenly the crisis rose suddenly. The king of the sea who knew the king of the sea blew up his golden words and kept his Yuan **** dead.

No, it's charm!

Ning Wufeng was shocked, but he did not expect that there was such a powerful charm, which made him unknowingly. He immediately turned his head and did not dare to look at it again. But Hu Li's charming dance poses appeared from time to time in his mind.

The more he deliberately wanted to forget, the clearer the smile in that dance and the movement of raising his sleeve and raising his hand.

"Amazing!"

Ning Wufeng immediately sat down cross-legged, Jiu Zhuan Ming Wang Jue quickly spun up, the aura continued to emerge, and the five colors of light continued to rotate around him.

A big Sunday.

Two big Sundays.

...

For a time of incense, Ning Wufeng dispelled the charm dance in the sea. He was sweating from behind. If this is in battle, for such a long time, the opponent digs a pit and buryes him for enough time.

"Well." Nie Feijian handed over a Fu Li, which depicts the beautiful shadow of Hu Li dancing. Before that, Hu Li's charm dance was portrayed as a rune and recorded in the rune.

Ning Wufeng took a deep breath and said in a straightforward manner: "Please ask Master to teach the skills of Tuer Ling Ling."

He is extremely correct.

"Oh?" Nie Feijian looked at him with a smile, and said, "To be a spiritual priest, you need extremely powerful divine power. The power of the soul is at least silver."

"Silver step?" Ning Wufeng could not help but brow. He didn't expect that Lingli's requirements were so high.

"As far as I know, although you were ten spirits in the introductory test, the power of the soul is only the green order?" Nie Feijian said lightly. When said that Ning Wufeng was the ten spiritual pulse, Huli could not help but glance at Ning Wufeng in amazement.

Ning Wufeng showed a slight embarrassment and said, "Tuer has reservations in previous tests."

"I know." Nie Feijian chuckled, his palm spread out, and it was also a soul-power bead.

Ning Wufeng saw the power of the spirit priests and was afraid to hide. The power of souls poured into the beads of soul power.

Red orange yellow green blue blue purple ...

The light on the soul power beads changed sharply, and suddenly a dazzling silver appeared. There was a smile on the corner of Nie Feijian's mouth.

Hu Li's expression moved slightly, and she was also the power of Yinjie's soul.

But the silver light on that soul-power bead was getting more and more dazzling, and it was spinning rapidly.

There was a light click, and there was a golden thread in the silver light of the soul power beads, but the soul power beads seemed to be unable to withstand such a powerful soul force, and it cracked numerous cracks.

With a bang, the soul bead exploded.

Nie Feijian's pupils suddenly shrank. The silver and gold ranks of soul power were only separated by a line, and the soul power of Ning Wufeng actually smashed the soul power beads!