Chapter 390

Ye Ziheng has no choice but to close Wan Jian Sha and open the last book.

"Air defense."

"The technique of controlling the sky can make people move in the sky, which consumes less mental power. When used together with the upper body method, you can get higher speed."

Ye Ziheng saw this, and immediately his face was radiant with joy.

He has always studied this technique of escape. Now he has another technique of flying, which is exactly what he wants.

So ye Ziheng immediately opened "the art of controlling the sky" and looked at it. He carefully looked at the cultivation methods recorded in it.

In a short time, ye Ziheng closed the art of controlling the sky, and then he began to cultivate with a full face of spring.

Then he saw that ye was always thinking, and his mind was wandering in his body. His body rose slowly, and his feet stepped on the air for several steps. Then the whole body rose directly for several centimeters.

"It's OK."

Ye Ziheng said with a smile, and then he tried to float in the air for a while. However, it may be that ye Ziheng's Footwork doesn't seem to be as elegant as those old immortals in novels and movies and TV plays. Instead, it looks like a balloon filled with air, and then it is blown by the wind, shaking incessantly.

At first, ye Ziheng intended to use his body method in the tomb to see how fast he could achieve. But he gave up when he thought about the size of the tomb. He was afraid that one of them would accidentally bump his head against the wall and directly hit a brain with blood.

At last, ye Ziheng drifted in the air for ten minutes, and finally slowly fell down. But in this long period of time, ye Ziheng consumed only a small amount of 100 points of meditation.

Although there are still a lot of these 100 points, compared with the one minute and 50 points of "ten thousand sword kill", the flying ten minutes of this "art of controlling the sky" consumes 100 points, which is really small.

After collecting the last volume of the book "the art of defending the sky", ye Ziheng lay on the ground and thought about a headache.

How should he get out now?

All around the dung tomb are solid black rocks. Let alone the door, it's just a dog hole. Ye Ziheng has some doubts now. He wondered whether his previous transmission stone was picked up by a mouse from a small hole, or how could he be sent here.

Are you using a conveyor stone? No, I can't. how can I explain it after I go out? Say you found another exit? They may believe it, but they will definitely let themselves lead the way to find the exit.

After thinking for a long time, ye Ziheng didn't come up with a good square. At this time, the familiar voice of the demon lord sounded in ye Ziheng's mind.

"Ah, it's strange. I've heard the name clearly. I don't remember it at all. It's too strange."

"Lord? You're still wondering whose name it is? "

Asked ye Ziheng.

"Ah, anyway, I have nothing to do when I'm idle. It's better to think about the past, maybe I can wake up the past memory."

"And what do you think of?"

"No."

The Lord replied directly.

Hearing this, ye Ziheng smiled helplessly.

"If you have time to think about these things, it's better to think about how to help me escape from here."

"Don't you have the stone, just send it back?"

"No, it will be troublesome to explain."

"Then you can just open the mechanism in the coffin."

Hearing this, ye Ziheng was stunned at first, then he thought of the strange button like thing he saw when he just picked up the box.

For a moment, ye Ziheng seemed to understand something, and suddenly stood up from the ground and ran towards the coffin.