"Boom!

The two collided with each other, and there was another loud bang.

"Ping Pong!"

The two of them seemed to have a grudge against this place, and before they had a cup of tea, this place with a radius of 500 zhang under the shroud of the formation was as if it had been plowed over, and the mud and sand were churning, and the black smoke was miasma.

"Whew-"

A demon wolf couldn't dodge, half of his body vaporized, and the ground was gone. But he didn't dare to lie on his stomach and howl in one place, because there was the aftermath of palm power everywhere, and if he was not careful, he was afraid that his life would be lost, so he had no choice but to let out a low scream, wandering around, blood was scattered everywhere, and the funny was full of bitterness.

The old ghost was like a wooden chicken, stretching his neck in a daze, he was already stupid.

"Come again!"

Mu Ping punched again, fighting hard with the weasel, although he broke five ribs and spurted out three mouthfuls of blood, but he felt that every pore of his body was comfortable, and the Mu Yuan Qi accelerated the flow, and the meridians expanded more than a circle, and they were more resilient.

On the contrary, the weasel is more and more scared the more he fights.

"What kind of demon did this kid become, why is he so powerful?"

He felt that Mu Ping's momentum was not strong enough at first, and he still had the possibility of victory, but as the battle continued, Mu Ping became stronger and stronger, and there were faint trends and signs of surpassing him.

Although he knew that Mu Ping had been injured, he himself was no better, if he hadn't endured it, the blood he spit out would not have been as good as Mu Ping's, and because he always endured it, he also suffered serious internal injuries.

Seeing that Mu Ping's fist shadow was constantly enlarged in his pupils, the weasel had long forgotten his promise to fight alone with Mu Ping, he reached out and grabbed it, and the old ghost was caught in front of him, and he was covered in yellow mist, and his right hand took out a purple bowl from the ring.

"Close!"

The sudden appearance of the old ghost made Mu Ping stunned.

And the weasel took out a bowl, and Mu Ping frowned even more.

He recognized at a glance that this bowl was not an ordinary bowl, but a five-grade true weapon with twelve prohibitions.

"This shameless old thing actually used a magic weapon?"

Mu Ping couldn't help frowning.

After being reborn, he can be described as poor and white, the ring is gone, and of course the things in it are gone, otherwise he is a nine-grade emperor artifact master, and it is no exaggeration to say that he will not bend down to pick up the lost five-grade real artifact on the ground.

The Five-Rank True Weapon may be a treasure for Xuandan-level and Yuanying-level monks, but for a monk standing at the peak of the pyramid, it can be smashed with a single punch.

However, the hero doesn't mention the courage of the year, where to cross the river and take off his shoes, where to say and where to do things, who made Mu Ping so poor that he is almost bleeding now.

It was too late, but it was too fast, after the purple bowl rose into the air, it suddenly became the size of a three-story building, and the twelve prohibitions were all lit up, and a suction force was on Mu Ping and the old ghost, and they attacked indiscriminately.

"Weasel, you traitor, even if I turn to ashes, I will never spare you!"

The old ghost let out a desperate roar.

This weasel is really cunning, he is already at odds with the old ghost, and he is like a temporary partner, once he seizes the opportunity, how can he easily spare him?

"Let me in!"

A soul body at the level of Yuan Infant also has a potential threat to Mu Ping, and if he can fall into the ground, how can he let it go.

"Whoosh"

He flew up with a kick, and the old ghost stumbled.

"Whew!"

His broken body struggled a few times, and was sucked into it by the bowl.

The bowl trembled, and the suction was reduced considerably. Dream Chinese

"It's now!"

As soon as Mu Ping's spiritual power moved, a sword light flew out of the sea of his consciousness and flew towards the bowl.

The natal flying sword he refined was also a five-grade true weapon, twelve prohibitions, warmed with his own blood for a few days, and then put it into the sea of knowledge, and he had already had some kind of connection with himself, although it had not yet reached the point of commanding his arm, but it was also heart-to-heart.

"Whew!"

The flying sword turned into a streamer of light, turned into a giant sword the size of thirty zhang, and slashed at the bowl.

And Mu Ping also reached out and copied the Leng Yue Divine Knife in his hand, since this old boy does not pay attention to the morality of the rivers and lakes, and first broke the rules, then there is no need for him to be a righteous gentleman.

"Huh!"

A knife light more than thirty zhang large slashed at the weasel's body, and it was Mu Pingshi who exhibited the first of the three desperate styles - the desperate knife.

If you look closely, you can see that there is still a faint lilac flame on the sword light.

The cold lizard demon fire was also used by Mu Ping on the knife.

This is the advantage of having beast fire, it can be placed everywhere, as mentioned earlier, flame is the best means of attack against the fog clan and the soul body.

Because although their bodies are hidden in the black fog and yellow mist, but the package outside is the most afraid of fire, back then in the Xuan Demon Continent, the Emperor of the Xuan Demon Empire Mu Zifeng used the Cloud Demon Cold Flame to destroy 200,000 people of a race of the Wu Clan alone, leaving a good story.

Now, Mu Ping is painting a scoop according to the gourd, which is also a trick.

"Close!"

The weasel was using his spiritual power to control the purple bowl magic weapon against Mu Ping's flying sword, Leng Buding found a sword light attacking him, he did not doubt him, Huang Wu mobilized with all his strength, forming a shield on his body that was thirty zhang thick.

Ordinary Yuanying Cultivators, under this shield, couldn't help him at all.

Obviously, Mu Ping is not in the ordinary.

"Poof!"

A knife light of more than 30 zhang slashed on the shield at once, and the shield was like a piece of plastic foam meeting a high-temperature soldering iron, and it was split in half at once.

"Ahh

The weasel let out a terrible scream, like a hairless pig, and the whole yellow mist was emanated.

And a foot-long hole was cut in his chest by the knife, and red blood came out all at once.

His mental strength was suddenly relaxed.

With a "click", the purple bowl that lost control was split in half by Mu Ping's flying sword, "Poof!" Because of the backlash, the weasel opened its mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"You traitor, the old man fought with you!"

The weasel is also extremely aggrieved, an old monster who has lived for more than 20,000 years, originally stood at the end of the world, in fact, he also lived like an old lady on the earth, stretched out his hands to eat and opened his mouth, and never met an opponent.

Which Cheng wanted to be seriously injured by a kid who was originally unruly here, and even if the forbidden weapon was taken away, the purple bowl he relied on for survival was also damaged.

It's really unbearable!

"You forced me!"

He took out an elixir from the ring and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Why is this trick again?"

Mu Ping was also speechless for a while, "Why do so many opponents have to swallow the pill that temporarily improves their cultivation?"

There was a look of helplessness and disdain on his face, but he did not let up, and raised his right hand and drew a circle in mid-air......