C74 High Grade Spiritual Spell

Yuwen Lang was riding his spear and circling in the air. At this moment, underneath him, one could see a Flame Horn Bull slowly rushing forward through the vague smoke and dust.

"This bull is not as fast as before. . . " Yuwen Lang frowned. "Something's not right! It was not that it was slow. It's more orderly now!" He slowly turned his body and swept his gaze across the land. He looked at the herd of cows below him and could not help but be surprised.

The herd of cows rushed towards Mingsi. However, there was another world in the midst of the smoke and dust.

"Mingsi! To the left!"

Yuwen Lang grabbed the token and shouted. Everywhere he looked, there were densely packed Flame Horn Bulls. The most sparse place was the left side of the cow formation.

When Mingsi heard this, he dodged the wave of attacks and immediately changed his direction, speeding towards the left side.

"Wind's Death!" Mingsi kept waving his right hand forward. Wind blades were thrown out and cut a few Flame Horn Bulls that were charging straight at him. He rolled to the side and drilled into a gap.

Yuwen Lang was flying above Mingsi's head. Mingsi suddenly realized something. With a step, his right foot landed on the bull's back. He exerted force again and jumped into the air. He raised his head and saw that the herd in front of him did not decrease. Instead, it seemed like there was an increase in the number of parts.

"What's going on!?" Mingsi asked as he dodged after he landed on the ground.

Yuwen Lang looked back and forth. "Why did the herd follow you? It wasn't so dense just now. "

"Mingsi frowned and fell into deep thought. His brain was working quickly. He looked at the criss-crossing Flame Horn Bulls in front of him. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he shouted at the token. "Since it's a formation, there must be a person who deployed it. Go ahead and see if there are any special bulls, such as the Ox King!"

Yuwen Lang immediately realized what was going on after hearing this, "Then you have to be careful. " After that, he mounted his long spear and sped away.

There was no hindrance in flying in the sky. Soon, Yuwen Lang saw the end of the herd of cows. He kept getting closer and closer. When he was about to leave the range of the herd, he suddenly noticed the area where the herd was. The density of the herd was very high there.

Yuwen Lang focused his eyes and saw that between the smoke and fire, there was a faint blue light swaying. He paused and then sped up and flew forward. When he got closer, he saw a robust Flaming Horn Bull among the herd of cows. Its body was the same size as the other cows, but Yuwen Lang recognized it at first glance when it was more than 30 meters away.

That was because the two three-foot-long horns on its head were burning with blue flames.

"Blue Flame! . . . There is indeed something strange!" Yuwen Lang hovered in the sky. The more he looked, the more he felt that something was wrong with this Blue Flame Horn Bull.

The Blue Flame Horn Bull ignored Yuwen Lang who was in the sky. It followed the herd of cows and moved forward. From time to time, it would let out a roar. As its roar fell, the direction of the herd changed a little.

"I only heard that the wolf pack can coordinate their attacks, but I didn't expect this stupid bull to have such an ability. " Yuwen Lang knew the cause and effect of the battle and immediately told Mingsi about the situation.

Mingsi did not hesitate and shouted at the token, "Do you have the confidence to kill it?"

Yuwen Lang thought for a moment and replied, "Don't worry. " After saying that, he rode the long spear and slowly rose into the air. After that, he stopped when he was 80 feet away from the ground. His hands moved quickly, and suddenly he stretched his hands to his left and right. After a few breaths, he suddenly pressed down, and at the same time, the Spiritual Qi in his body surged wildly.

"Profound Water Restriction, Nine Heavens Wave!"

A large amount of spiritual energy had already spread out from Yuwen Lang's hands. At this moment, the veins on his forehead had bulged, and a shocking wave spread out. After that, with his body as the center, waves of deep blue light were emitted from his body.

In the distance, Mingsi suddenly turned his head and dodged the attack of a Flaming Horn Bull. After that, he jumped into the sky and raised his head to look at the bull. A look of disbelief appeared in his eyes.

"Such a huge Water Spirit Image. Tsk tsk, is this a spiritual technique? Is he really just an Early Qi Spirit Stage warrior?" Mingsi muttered in surprise. The range of this spell was far different from the low grade spells he had seen before.

All of this seemed extremely exaggerated in Mingsi's eyes, but Yuwen Lang did not have the slightest bit of idle thoughts, because what he was using at this moment was a high grade spell! This was also his only high-grade spell, and it recorded a few water spiritual energy techniques. However, his master only allowed him to cultivate the Nine Heavenly Waves, and he was not allowed to touch anything else.

He had already cultivated the Nine Heavenly Waves for three months, and now he could be considered to have made some progress.

This spell needed to be used with the help of the high altitude terrain, and only then could its power be fully displayed. Now, Yuwen Lang had deliberately risen into the sky for the sake of executing this technique.

"Go to hell!" The spiritual energy in Yuwen Lang's hand dissipated. Below him, a deep blue water wave fell at an extremely fast speed. The monstrous water wave was like a waterfall that fell from the nine heavens. Its momentum was extraordinary.

"Rumble!"

The deep blue water wave crashed down heavily. A shocking sound was heard. The water wave spread out from all directions and attacked the herd of cows. Immediately, dozens of cows were sent flying in all directions.

The waves collided with the flames on the Flame Horn Bulls, and after eroding each other, they emitted waves of fog.

"Sizzle sizzle. . . " A thick white fog immediately appeared in this area.

Yuwen Lang looked at the herd of cows that were shrouded in the fog. His pale face did not show any signs of weakness. Instead, there was an arrogant look on his face. After that, he dove down with his spear.

After rushing into the mist, Yuwen Lang felt a wave of heat hit him, but it quickly became cool.

He ignored the fact that his body was drenched and continued to accelerate. Finally, when he was fifteen meters from the ground, he saw an empty area below him. There were only a few cows rolling around in the cement, struggling to get up. The Blue Flame Ox King was also inside.

At this moment, the blue flame above the Ox King's head had already dimmed, and only a wisp of blue flame was attached to the horn. Yuwen Lang grinned. He had used up all his strength, so how could he let the Ox King only lose some flames? He didn't give the bull king a chance to get up, and continued diving down.

Yuwen Lang turned the spearhead and pointed it at the bull king. Just as he was about to approach the bull king, he suddenly jumped. At the same time, he injected a stream of spiritual energy into the spear from the bottom of his feet. Then, he left the spear.

When he was about to land, Yuwen Lang waved his hand forward. A wave of water appeared on the ground, and then he fell headfirst into the water. He passed through the water and landed heavily on the ground. However, after the buffer, most of the impact on the ground had dissipated. At this moment, he slightly exerted his strength and stood up. Behind him was the corpse of a bull king that had been pierced by a long spear.

Yuwen Lang took out a long saber and walked over to quickly cut off the bull's head. He lifted the spear and once again rose into the air.

"Kid, I've settled things here. Come out quickly. "

Mingsi felt the pressure of the herd getting smaller and smaller. The herd, which was originally very strong, suddenly became disordered. Mingsi's pace suddenly sped up. After half an incense stick of time, he also rushed out of the herd.

When he saw Yuwen Lang resting under a big tree in front of him, he was slightly shocked when he saw Yuwen Lang's appearance.

At this moment, Yuwen Lang no longer had the arrogant aura he had before. He was lying weakly on the grass. His body was completely drenched, and there were more than ten burnt marks all over his body. His originally smooth long hair had now become extremely messy.

"Haha. . . " Mingsi looked at Yuwen Lang, who was in a sorry state. He immediately became happy.

Yuwen Lang raised his hand and waved. A water ball was thrown at Mingsi, but it was easily dodged by Mingsi. Seeing this, Yuwen Lang sighed, "I have suffered a loss. . . . I don't want to do this business again. "

Mingsi laughed even louder. He walked over and gave Yuwen Lang a few kicks, "Stop pretending. Hurry up and recover your spiritual energy. Today's mission is not over yet!"

At this moment, the sky was slightly dark. The sun was approaching the peak of the mountain in the distance, and dusk was approaching.

The faint sunset glow hung in the horizon. Under the big tree, Mingsi and Yuwen Lang were both silent, and they quickly recovered their spiritual energy.

In less than half an incense stick of time, Mingsi opened his eyes. Seeing that Yuwen Lang was still circulating his cultivation to regulate his breathing, he condensed his True Spirit Arm and slowly swung out a small wind scroll. Whenever Mingsi had time, he would cast a light spell. This was the basic cultivation and could also be used to practice subtle control.

There were two aspects of the power of the spell. One was its power, and the other was its precision.

The majestic spiritual energy directly affected the power of the spell, and the degree of control would indirectly affect the power of the spell. Just like Yuwen Lang's previous Nine Heavens Waves, he had relied on the powerful spiritual energy and the power of a high-grade spell to achieve such an effect.

When the spiritual energy turned into a spell, part of it would gradually dissipate. Before it hit the enemy, more than half of it would dissipate. Only a small portion of it could truly be used.

The difference between the ranks of the spells, apart from the difference in the amount of spiritual energy required, also had a different control over the gathering and controlling of the spiritual energy.

Low-grade spiritual spells were only used for a small range of spiritual energy.

Middle-grade spiritual techniques were used to condense and condense the spiritual energy, thus increasing its power.

As for the spiritual spells, the upper-grade spiritual spells were large-scale spiritual spells. At the same time, they required a terrifying amount of spiritual energy.

Mingsi's wind scroll had been passed down from his mentor, Feng Zizai, and had been strengthened by his psychic power.

Mingsi believed that this wind scroll should belong to the category of ordinary spiritual spells. Although he did not know the grade of the wind scroll, as he continued to practice it, he felt that the use of this wind scroll had surpassed ordinary spells. The wind scroll could roll up enemies, and retreat could cushion one's own body. The big one had extraordinary power, while the small one was precise and nimble.

Mingsi remembered that the wind that the person from the Sacred Spirit Academy of the Central Plains had used was the same as his. However, in terms of spiritual energy control, he had done a lot better than Mingsi, and that was because of the difference in realms.

"How powerful will my wind scroll be in the future?" Mingsi muttered in a low voice.

"Your wind scroll might not be a low-level spiritual spell. It is different from other people's. " Yuwen Lang, who was standing at the side, had opened his eyes at some point. He turned his hand to stop his cultivation and said to Mingsi slowly.

Mingsi nodded his head slightly. He thought in his heart, this might be the power of psychic power.

"Let's go. " Yuwen Lang stood up.

Mingsi stood up and patted the dust behind him. He looked behind him, sighed, and chased after Yuwen Lang.

In a space within the Heavenly Tower, the Water Spirit Master looked at a light mirror in front of him and slowly shook his head. His face revealed some anger, "Stinking brat, how dare you use the high-grade spirit technique in these small occasions!"

A man in palace clothing shook his head and smiled, saying: "Yuwen Lang is not stupid either. At that time, I saw that the power of this spell was less than half of its usual power. I think he must have some control over it and did not cause too much of a burden. "

The Water Spirit host sighed, "It's no wonder. He's still a low-level student and doesn't know many spells. He had no choice but to do so. "