Chapter 847： : Space pattern (five)

Tianfeng mercenary group, practicing in the secret room.

Mu Feng was immersed in the space of the lines in the autumn feather pattern, and a little bit of insight into one of the pattern stars.

This spiritual pattern exudes a strange wave of sway, as if it can swallow everything around it, and a sense of distortion in the surrounding space.

This is a kind of spatial pattern, or a space in the pattern, the more precious space to transmit the pattern, the grade is in the fourth-order peak, it is difficult to comprehend.

Space pattern, this is a rare pattern that is comparable to the battle pattern. Even in the autumn feather pattern, the space pattern of the collection of the autumn feather master is rare, and there are not many space lines in the moon. .

Mu Feng's conscious soul perceives this spatial pattern, only that the power of the lines contained in it is so mysterious. There is a sense of blurring the water when the mountains are not seen.

Spatial pattern can be said to be a major trunk rule formed by this world rule. There is space, and there must be less space rules.

The mysterious nature of the spatial pattern is not a general understanding of the poor understanding of the Taoist.

Mu Feng's self-recognition talent is not bad, but there is also a sense of incompetence when he starts to learn the spatial transmission pattern.

"Space, space, what is space..."

Mu Feng muttered to himself that the space inside a Qiankun ring is space. The secret room in which he is located is also a space range. This piece of heaven and earth is not a huge space.

"Space transmission pattern is a kind of pattern in space pattern that breaks the boundary of space. It can be interspersed with other space rules to break the space. However, how to make this pattern interspersed in the regular angle... ”

Mu Feng muttered to himself and secretly realized it.

He lifted the pen, stained with fine ink, and wrote on a pair of animal skin scrolls. A stroke pattern was drawn on the scroll to form a mysterious pattern.

Gradually, a scroll of painting was completed.

Mu Feng Yuan Li poured into the reel, the reel flashed flashing golden light, a black vortex, formed in the reel.

Mu Feng threw a long sword into the space vortex, and the space vortex disappeared.

At the same time, Mu Feng's soul perception, spiritual coverage, covering the range of kilometers.

"Hey, where did you go?"

Mu Feng was shocked and did not see the long sword that was transmitted.

At this moment, over his head, a black hole suddenly appeared, and a long sword fell and fell on his head.

"Rely, eight meters..."

Mu Feng was stunned and looked at the distance between the top of the sword and his own shackles. He couldn’t help but screamed, and he sent it eight meters away...

The space scroll that he used to escape the last time, but transmitted nearly a thousand miles.

The pattern used by him this time is stronger than the space pattern contained in the space scroll last time. The transmission distance is farther away, but the eight-meter distance... makes Feng brother somewhat depressed.

"The essence of the space transmission pattern is to intersperse the space rules, break the distance space, and the space pattern you describe, obviously has not yet realized this."

The sound of Haoyue came.

Mu Feng nodded and heard the words and once again quietly realized the spatial pattern.

At this time, Mu Feng shook his eyes and opened his eyes. In the scorpion, there was a hint of coldness. In his heart, there was a feeling of colic.

"what happened?"

Asked about the month.

"The black-horned control of the mind, I can't feel it."

Mu Feng said quietly.

"I can't sense it! Impossible, this control of the mind pattern is not high, but without your blood, no one can solve it."

Said Haoyue.

"It is really impossible to sense it. Maybe someone has unlocked my control of the mind, but he is black, he has an accident."

Mu Feng said with a squint, there is still a possibility, he can not sense the control of the mind, that is, the black corner has fallen.

In fact, following Mu Feng to this day, Mu Feng has no doubt about the old people who follow him, and now he is loyal to himself. He even thought that he would go out and sway for a while and then solve the mind pattern for the black horns. After all, now he The strength, the black horns, these people do not need the spirit, he can also control.

Mu Feng stood up and did not intend to cultivate the lines and went out.

"Little Lord!"

There is a guard at the door to respect the ceremony.

"What about them?"

Mu Feng asked.

"The black-horned adults should be in the Tianfeng mercenary group. Does the young master need to summon the black-horned adult?"

The guard asked with respect.

"Well, you are going to call Black Point to see me."

Mu Feng nodded and walked to the hall, and the guards quickly went to work.

In a short while, the guard returned, and respectfully said: "The enlightenment of the Lord, the head of the Sun said that the black-horned adults and the Leishan adults had a batch of goods to go to Zhongzhou one day."

Mu Feng heard a slight face, and he sensed it again. Leishan’s control of the mind is still there.

"How is this going?"

Mu Feng brows and does not understand the reason.

"You go to Mo Hu, and immediately go to the route they escorted, to chase them."

Mu Feng felt that something was wrong and ordered it.

"Yes!"

The man immediately retired and called Mo Hu.

"Less master, what happened?"

This is Sun Ping asked with a cup of Lingcha.

Today's Tianfeng mercenary group, naturally do not need her a girl's family to go to transport darts, usually in the Mu Feng House, taking care of some of the life trivia of Mu Feng.

"Nothing, just feel a little uneasy in my heart. I sent someone to ask, Xiao Ping, can you know the route from the wasteland to the southwestern city of Zhongzhou?"

Mu Feng asked.

"I know that I used to walk with my older brother. The route is not very flat. There are several large-scale squadrons. It is not easy for the general big caravans to prepare for some passing money."

Sun Ping said.

The two chatted. After more than half an hour, the two figures came to Mu Feng’s house.

"Less master, less master, you must avenge the old black."

This person has not arrived yet, and the sorrow has come.

I saw Mo Hu holding the scars and looking at the extremely embarrassing Thunder Mountain.

When Leishan came, he squatted directly on the ground, holding a broken black horn in the blame, and his expression was angry and sad.

Mu Feng's face changed slightly, and he quickly got up and went to Fuleishan. He asked, "What happened? Are you not escorting? What happened?"

"Little master, old black, he died, the confessor's disciples and mercenaries are all dead. We met a squad attack. All but the brothers died. The old black blew himself to cover my retreat. And died"

Leishan said with anger and anger, crying with a horn.

Mo Hu’s silent face was ugly, and Mu Feng heard that his eyes were filled with an astonishing murderousness. His armpits touched the half of the black horn that broke in the hands of Leishan, and made an angry roar.

"Preach my command, Elder Linghai Yuanzong, assemble!"

Thanks for Fu Za, seven colors, An An jade unblocking, thank you, thank you for the third-year reward, thank you brothers, brothers, where did you go? ..