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"You're leaving so soon?" Xiao Wei said in surprise.

"Well, I have things to do." Yang Xin said while wearing his clothes. Xiao Wei could only purse his lips, agree, and then send Yang Xin out the door.

"He … Is he really the disciple of Death God's special training? "

Hope is true.

The reason why she arranged such a scene was because of that dream. He thought that it was the existence of the soul of the Grim Reaper. Of course, this was only a woman's sixth sense. Love …

However, she could tell from the way Yang Xin did things that his preferences were practically the same as the god of death, which made her even more unable to believe it.

Yang Xin did not plan to return. Hua Xie's appearance gave him a sense of pressure of accelerating his cultivation. Time was no longer waiting for him. shake one's head and spend the whole day

His unhappiness was shaken off.

Yang Xin quietly went to a nearby building and went up to the top of the building. Today, he wanted to cultivate that Phantom Shadow.

Until now, Yang Xin still did not understand much about this technique, so he did not have much expectations for it, but at the moment, it was only this technique, not learning it would be wasted.

Yang Xin sat cross-legged on the ground, allowing the cold wind to blow against his thin body. However, his expression was extremely calm.

A wave of heat rose up.

Yang Xin formed a strange seal with his hands according to the information of the Phantom Shadow in his head, like a shadow of fire moving inside, the Profound Qi in his body immediately formed a seal with one hand.

In a very strange way.

Yang Xin did not know what was wrong with his brain, he only felt that once the seal was formed, his Profound Qi would not be under his control anymore.

A 'person' had formed beside him, exactly like him.

"Damn it …" Isn't this too godly? Without using a projection, it is a three-dimensional image evolved from Profound Qi? " Yang Xin was too shocked, as if he was looking at a mirror.

He looked at the 3D image in front of him.

Yang Xin extended his hand out, but it was as if he was walking in the air, there was nothing there.

As the wind blew, the clothes on the illusion fluttered. If one did not look carefully, one would not be able to tell if it was real or fake.

"Little Benefactor!" You've learned Phantom Magic? " Just as Yang Xin was looking at "himself", a clear sound rang in his mind.

"You don't cultivate anymore?"

"No, I just felt a fluctuation of Profound Qi outside and woke up. I knew you were practicing the Phantom Shadow." The little fox said.

"Haha, how good do you think I've learned Phantom Magic? It's not hard to learn. Just imitate the information inside. " Yang Xin truly thought that it was too easy.

He could not help but laugh.

"Of course not, you people who are learning magic for the first time should be very hard to learn. How did you learn it so quickly?" Little Fox was also surprised, 'No!'

After thinking for a while, he added, "Oh, that's strange. I heard that other than cultivating extremely fast, your Walkabout Sect's learning speed is also extremely fast. Could it be that …"

Is it related to the cultivation techniques passed down from your lineage? "

"I'm not sure about that, but I just need to figure out if this celestial spell can be used." Yang Xin did not care too much about their origins, what he cared about was reality.

"Mm, you're right. Your cultivation technique is really too powerful and spiritual. It can help you learn immortal skills. I'm not afraid of being bullied in the future by my little benefactor."

"I lost." The little fox said happily.

"Haha, that's right, that's right. Legend has it that even Immortal cultivators can fly, do you think that you can use any kind of magic to fly?" Give me one! " Yang Xin looked big

If he could fly, he could save on cars in the future and, more importantly, increase his combat power.

"Ugh …" It was true that there was such a flying art, but all of it were mystical arts. One had to reach Foundation Establishment to learn it. If one did not have sufficient Profound Qi, just a few leaps and they would have fallen …

"Come down, although you have more Qi Gathering than others and are going through Qi Cultivation and Foundation Establishment at the same time, it is still not enough."

"Speaking of which, I want to know if you have it or not?" After Yang Xin heard all these, he pouted and said.

"Little Benefactor, I really don't have one. I already told you the last time, I don't have any immortal skills other than this Phantom Shadow." The little fox said with some grievance.

"Well, Adepts should be able to fly. They should be able to use their spiritual power to support themselves, right?" Yang Xin felt a little helpless. In the early stages of cultivation, there was a special ability.

The most effective way was to kill.

However, Adepts were born with the ability of both sides. Even if they had to undergo a transformation, they had to be born with the necessary resources, so their numbers were limited.

"En, Adepts have many functions, but their physique is very poor. Just like mortals, their psyche force is their defensive shield. If you don't pay attention to it, you'll lose control of it."

I'm going to die. " The little fox nodded and said.

"You're right, there will always be a difference. Moreover, they can die of old age, and this is something they cannot change. Haha, little fox, you go back and cultivate. I won't …"

"Sorry to bother you." Yang Xin said as he spread out his hands.

Then, he used his mental energy to try to control the illusion that he created. It was pretty easy to control, if only his mental energy was not that strong, he could still control the Cultivator.

Not long.

Therefore, in the eyes of the Cultivator, this move was not even worth learning. As long as it was used to transmit voice messages, it was like a sealed little trick …

Like a fox.

Yang Xin agilely tried it out and discovered a rule. This illusionary body could not only duplicate him physically, it could also restore him …

There was no need to talk about making small items, as the larger items would depend on the amount of Essence Yuan Stones one had.

After a few hours, Yang Xin finally became familiar with the game, he never thought that his Inherent Skill would be so good.

"Although it's useless, I've finally come into contact with this kind of fantasy existence. In the future, I'll be able to get my hands on another immortal spell." Yang Xin smiled slightly.

As she thought about it, her image suddenly flashed across her eyes, and her face turned cold. "Hua Xie, just you wait, I will get my hands on the organization too!"

Yang Xin spent the entire night jumping from one building to another shorter building, jumping all the way. The feeling of flying fascinated Yang Xin, it was a type of strength and strength.

The feeling of conquest.

Yang Xin descended to the ground at an empty corner, then waited for a while by the side of the road before returning to the district as if it was night.

Yang Xin rested in his room for a while.

After taking a bath, Yang Xin realized that it had been a few days since he ran. He wondered if Mu Xin would still be running in this cold weather.

When Yang Xin went out the door, his heart once again remembered the day he made breakfast for Zhang Ya. Now that she was not here, the emptiness in his heart could not be filled any further.

Real.

He wondered if somewhere she felt empty and sad that she hadn't eaten her own breakfast. Yang Xin laughed self-deprecatingly. She would remember herself.

Me? And he was so patient when he left?

There was a cold wind blowing outside, and there were very few people running. In this kind of weather, it was very easy for one's face to dry and blow out, especially when girls did not come out to run.

One of them was wearing a thin tracksuit, running around. He didn't see Mu Xin, and suddenly felt a sense of loss.

After running for a while, Yang Xin no longer needed to catch Jiao Jiao Jiao. He went to take a bath and change his clothes, then came alone to the breakfast room. This was where Zhang Ya had left.

After opening it, it was the second time Yang Xin came here to eat breakfast.

For Yang Xin, breakfast was just a habit. If a person lived alone too much, habit would become his best friend. While he was being an assassin, he would also be lonely …

It's a habit, and blood is a life additive.