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"Alas!"

After a full thirty breaths of silence, the Nether God Monarch let out a long sigh.

Mu Ping waved his hand to withdraw the formation, and with a flash of fluorescence, he returned to the previous underground palace.

When men do things with each other, sometimes a comma knows each other's thoughts.

According to his estimate, it was not that the Nether God Monarch didn't want to clean him up, but it seemed that the body was not in the Netherworld, and there was no way to deal with him.

However, killing someone's apprentice in front of others is the rhythm of slapping in the face. This feud is completely settled, but he is not afraid, although the Netherworld Divine Monarch is powerful, but is he Mu Ping a vegetarian? It's a big deal to give him a Boundary-Breaking Divine Thunder, let him and his Netherworld all go to hell.

Looking around, Mu Ping found that the second underground palace was much brighter, and the visual range of the naked eye had reached about 500 meters.

Without the Void Trap, of course, there was no need for Raushzi's Netherworld Divine Mist to cover it, and his spiritual power easily covered the entire dungeon.

"Master, we're back again?!"

As soon as he came out of the ring, Da Mao's voice immediately sounded.

Feng Zhongyun was still deeply healing, and Mu Ping released the bored Da Mao and Xiao Wu.

"What the hell was that place just now? I almost killed my master!"

The blood stains on Xiao Wu's body had already dried up, and the black feathers had grown from the roots, but they looked a little embarrassed.

"Hey, Xiaowu, have you advanced again?"

Although Xiao Wu still had blood stains on his hair, the momentum of his whole body had not completely stabilized, that is to say, he had just improved his cultivation and could not grasp it on his own.

"Little Wu, thank you master for giving Dan!"

A healing pill actually made Xiao Wu advance from a third-level demon beast to a fourth-level, and his combat power was equivalent to going from foundation building to Xuandan.

Because the demon beast has a beast pill, it can't form a Xuandan in the dantian, but when it was just born, it was promoted to a third-level demon beast because it devoured most of the corpses of a third-level peak demon insect, and because it devoured a healing pill, it was promoted to a fourth-level demon beast, and this cultivation speed is difficult to chase even if you ride a flying sword.

"But master, your ring space is also quite fun, when will you give Xiao Wu one?"

Xiao Wu jumped, stood on Mu Ping's shoulder, rubbed Mu Ping's cheek with the feathers on his cheeks, and spoke affectionately.

"Master, Da Mao wants it too!"

Da Mao had a rough throat and a shy black face, and he smiled and opened his right hand.

"Okay, the master is happy today, so I'll give you one for each of you!"

Mu Ping said, as soon as his spiritual power moved, the two rings were suspended in front of Da Mao and Xiao Wu's eyes.

Two Xuandan masters accompany him, and he is also his own slave, what else is there to be stingy with him, who is the master?

These two have already signed a blood contract with him, and if he doesn't want to take the initiative to cancel it, then the two of them will have to call him master for the rest of their lives, just like their own family.

Arm two free thugs to the teeth, and when facing the enemy in the future, it will also be two major helps.

"Thank you, master!"

Da Mao and Xiao Wu stretched out their hands to take the ring, and as soon as Da Mao's spiritual power moved, he was branded with his own spiritual brand, and then jumped into the ring.

"Dangchang!"

The ring then fell to the ground.

"This stupid guy, that's not how you play with Najie!"

Mu Ping chuckled and casually made a ban.

"Master, let me go out, Da Mao is just trying to make a ring, you can forgive Da Mao this time!"

There was a big hairy cry of mercy from the ring.

"Huh!"

Mu Ping smiled and casually withdrew the ban.

Da Mao came out of the way.

"Remember, if you hide in the Naring in front of the enemy, isn't it tantamount to digging your own grave?"

Mu Ping gently touched Da Mao's head and reminded him.

"Da Mao obeys the master's teachings!"

Da Mao lowered his head, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

"This stick is for you!"

Mu Ping casually took out a long stick, made of stainless steel, weighing about 3,200 catties, it is a third-grade real weapon, the big hair looks like a gorilla, this stick just matches him.

This is what he got from those rings in the Time Desert in the Sea of Time, he once gave Nanyuan a spear, and now this long stick is just right for Da Mao, so it looks like he is not much different from Sun Wukong, but he is just one size bigger.

"And the weapons, master, you're so nice!"

Da Mao grabbed the long stick and weighed it a few times in his hand, and his grinning mouth couldn't be closed.

"Hey, Xiaowu, what are you doing?"

Turning his head, Mu Ping found that Xiao Wu was scratching his ears and cheeks, and his two snow-white claws were holding the ring, but he couldn't open it.

Only then did he realize that although Xiao Wu had opened his mind, he had not cultivated spiritual power exercises, that is, he did not have any spiritual power cultivation at all, how could a monk without spiritual power open the vows?

Mu Ping stretched out his finger a little, and a ray of light sank into Xiao Wu's sea of knowledge, his body was stunned, and after less than half a burnt of incense, his eyes opened, and Na Jie was branded with his own spiritual brand.

"What a clever beast!"

Mu Ping couldn't help but secretly marvel in his heart, just for such a while, the exercises of spiritual power were not only practiced, but also derived from spiritual power, and many martial arts cultivators compared to him, it can really be said that they have lived to dogs.

For example, Jiang Ren, although he is already a cultivator in the middle stage of a great martial artist, which is equivalent to the middle stage of foundation building, he does not have any divine consciousness at all, that is, spiritual power.

Mu Ping took out a piece of Gengjin, made a thin gold ring, and fixed the ring on Xiao Wu's neck.

Of course, he also gave Xiao Wu a fan, about three feet long, snow-white and crystal clear.

Don't underestimate this fan, this is a proper four-grade real weapon, one level higher than the big hairy stick, there is a button on the handle of the fan, flip the button, the fan bone automatically flies out, killing people a hundred steps away, it is definitely a good thing to attack and retreat.

Originally, he wanted to keep it for his own self-defense, but when he advanced to Xuanchang, he didn't need it at all, but cheapened Xiaowu.

"Thank you, host!"

Xiao Wu is like a little girl who has gotten her beloved teddy bear, and as soon as she gets the fan, she can't put it down.

He put it away, opened it, opened it and put it away, and had a lot of fun.

And Da Mao is rotating the stick, playing whining.

Looking at these two servants, Mu Ping felt that his heart moved, and his Dao heart was one step more complete.

"Master, there seems to be something strange under that cave?"

Dripping blood recognized the weapon, Mu Ping took Da Mao and Xiao Wu to find a stone door along the underground palace, but they couldn't push it open.

Mu Ping knew that this must be the ghost of the Netherworld God Monarch.

In frustration, Da Mao suddenly said. 2k reading web