Chapter 331

"Space Art?"

When Shen Wuming saw the system prompt, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then he was happy.

He had expected that he could take the opportunity to comprehend the puppet art during this battle with Murong Qianshan.

But he didn't expect that he had to master the space art before that.

Countless information emerged in his mind, Shen Wuming's eyes slightly closed, and the mana on his body fluctuated slightly.

The next moment, countless righteous energies turned into golden light, wrapping him up.

The space rules in the chaos were manifested, vaguely, and were all controlled by him.

"Hurry up."

Shen Wuming chuckled, and then the space rules spread from him to cover others.

Originally breaking through the air, it was already extremely fast at this time.

But while the space rules covered everyone, the chaos in front of him folded up visibly.

It was like a piece of screen, buckled together at this time, and taking a step out, he had already crossed countless spaces.

"Space folding technique?"

Director Wang exclaimed, looking at Shen Wuming in surprise, "Master Shen... Master Shen also knows this?"

Above the seventh realm, one can barely touch the space technique.

For example, breaking through the air, but it only lasts for a short time and consumes a lot of energy.

As for mastering the rules of space and realizing folding and crossing in the chaotic space, it is extremely difficult.

Director Wang had also seen Wang Mo, the ancestor of the Wang family, trying to fold space, but failed.

Even the space exploded, and the damage and backlash during it were almost unbearable for Wang Mo.

But at this time, Shen Wuming was strolling leisurely, not only able to fold space and cross easily.

And he could also take them with him!

Just this method is far beyond the ordinary eighth realm, which is jaw-dropping.

Shen Wuming smiled without saying a word. Just when Director Wang spoke, everyone had crossed thousands of miles.

"We're here."

When Shen Wuming's voice sounded, the space in front of him moved instantly, like a colorful ring.

Everyone looked out, but saw that the outside was a completely different world.

There was no life in the thousand-mile wasteland, with yellow sand all over the ground and countless stones.

It was a whole Gobi Desert!

"Where is this... where is this?" Wang Dao looked around in surprise, his eyes puzzled.

"This is the Western Regions."

Zhao Qiansun's voice sounded, and he turned to look at Shen Wuming in surprise, "How long has it been?"

"In less than a quarter of an hour, you actually crossed a thousand miles and came to the Western Regions?"

From Bingzhou to the Western Regions, the distance is certainly not very far, but it also spans several states.

This speed is far beyond the eighth realm!

"It's just some small applications of the art of space, nothing surprising, let's get down to business."

Shen Wuming said slowly.

Everyone nodded again and again, naturally knowing that now is not the time to study the art of space.

Instead, we have to capture Murong Qianshan!

"Where is he?" Wang Dao asked, "It's all in sight here, why would he come here?"

"And even if he wants to control the situation in Bingzhou, he doesn't have to come to the Western Regions."

"This place is even farther away from Bingzhou than Yan State is from Bingzhou, so there's really no need."

There was no lack of doubt in his words.

Zhao Qiansun immediately looked unhappy, Minghui's eyes also sank slightly, and Pipa glared at him on the spot.

"This method is to trace back to the principle of puppetry, and it will never go wrong."

"If you don't understand, shut up. Why are you talking here, boosting others' ambitions and destroying your own prestige?"

"Uh..." Wang Dao was speechless for a moment, his old face flushed red, and his breathing became rapid.

Who is he, Wang Dao?

In the entire Bingzhou and the entire Han Dynasty, he is a first-class upper-class figure.

Even in the Wang family of Bingzhou, the ancestor Wang Mo had to give him some face.

Pipa is just a poisonous insect controlled by their Wang family. How dare she get close to him and start a big fight?

Shen Wuming chuckled, "Okay, Pipa, Old Master Wang just doesn't understand these things."

"He has doubts in his heart. You just need to explain it to him. Why are you so angry?"

After these words came out, Director Wang's face turned blue and purple.

Shen Wuming seemed to be making excuses for him and teaching Pipa a lesson.

But in his words, he was saying that Director Wang was useless. His knowledge was not as good as that of a poisonous insect?

"Humph!"

Director Wang's face sank and he simply kept silent. Shen Wuming looked into the distance.

"What Old Master Wang said makes sense. Even if he wants to control Bingzhou, he may not have to be in the Western Regions."

"After all, this distance is far beyond Yan State... But Murong Qianshan is different."

Shen Wuming put himself into Murong Qianshan's thinking and felt that everything was reasonable.

Just because of his special identity.

Whether it is the Han Dynasty or the State of Yan, there are many people who want Murong Qianshan's life.

If he were the Emperor of Yan, Murong Yang, it would be unlikely that he would keep the son of the previous emperor.

Even if the previous emperor was his brother, he inherited the throne from his brother.

An emperor can tolerate the former crown prince to survive, but he can never tolerate his extraordinary talent.

It would be fine if Murong Qianshan was a waste!

But the problem is that Murong Qianshan is not only not a waste, but also an extremely outstanding King Xiaoling!

"On the contrary, in the Western Regions, perhaps this King Xiaoling will give us a surprise."

Shen Wuming smiled softly, looking at the thousands of miles of wilderness, and spoke eloquently.

"Yang Huan struck the thunder and Khotan, and the turbulent currents rushed forward loudly."

Abundant awe-inspiring righteousness surged out of him, like a rocket, soaring straight into the sky.

The sky changes color.

What was originally a clear sky suddenly turned into a gathering of dark clouds, threatening to destroy the city.

The whole world seemed to have come to an end, and the golden sunlight was instantly blocked.

Dense dark clouds shrouded the entire thousand-mile wilderness, with countless lightning flashes in between.

"Zizzizi..."

"Bah, bah, bah..."

The sound of lightning roared in my ears, and there were explosions in the void from time to time.

"Boom!"

When the thunder sounded, countless winds and clouds kept changing, startling the creatures in the wasteland.

Scorpions, poisonous insects, or poisonous snakes were originally hidden in the sand.

At this time, they all crawled out of the ground.

They rushed out of the wasteland in a dense crowd, as if running for their lives, only regretting that their parents had lost two legs.

"Prince Xiaoling, wouldn't it be a little rude if you don't come out yet?"

"We are thousands of miles apart, across mountains and seas, and we are rushing towards you!"

"Now that we have such a big battle, the stage has been set."

"Murong Qianshan, aren't you going to come up and sing?"

Shen Wuming's voice was very clear, but amid the thunder, it seemed very clear.

It even spread to the entire wasteland, constantly answering, just waiting for Murong Qianshan's answer.

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