Soul Altar

"Do not!"

With a low drink, Mu Yun felt that everything in front of him was falling apart, and a sense of powerlessness rose from the bottom of his heart.

However, he could only watch that ray of light, rushing directly into his mind.

boom...

At this moment, Mu Yun only felt that his entire body was completely imprisoned, completely unable to move!

Ding...

A warning sounded, however, Mu Yun felt that his body did not explode, instead, it seemed that there was something in his mind, and the whole person became extremely transparent.

"Swordsmanship!"

Mu Yun was taken aback for a moment, and his expression was wrong.

The palm of his hand stretched out slightly, and Mu Yun's entire arm stretched out directly, bursting out with a fierce momentum.

"Dzogchen sword power!"

Mu Yun murmured, his palms kept gesturing, and he was completely psychedelic in this mysterious space.

His body was constantly waving, as if he was holding a sword in his hand.