"Two seniors, it's really difficult for you to make the juniors like this!"

Mu Ping shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands exaggeratedly.

He knew that, judging from the fact that the two were eager to win him over, he was now the last straw that broke the camel's back, and like the last weight, whichever side got his help would win.

But he didn't want to help anyone.

One is a traitor and rebel who betrays his master, and the other is a guy who wants to devour his mental power and survive, which is not a good thing.

"I don't think it's better to do this, the two of you play slowly, and the juniors retire first. ”

"Humph!"

"Die!"

Mu Ping's voice fell, and the old ghost snorted coldly, and a more violent coercion hit him.

The weasel simply slapped Mu Ping directly.

The distance of one kilometer may be a little far for ordinary people, and it takes at least a thousand steps to walk, but for the Yuanying Monk who can stay in the air for a long time, it is a matter of the blink of an eye.

"Run!"

Mu Ping stretched out his hand to grab Hu Mo, who was already frightened, and the natal flying sword turned into the size of a door panel, turning into a streamer, carrying the two of them diagonally into the air, and then flew in the direction of the red light.

At this moment, it is important to save his life, as for the flying sword storm not to be exposed, it is secondary, and to leave a woman who is with him is not his character.

"Boom!"

The weasel's move came first, forming a pale yellow palm shadow about a hundred zhang in size, and smashed down overwhelmingly.

"Poof!"

Under the control of Mu Ping's mental power, although the natal flying sword dodged in an S-shape and flew out of the range of a hundred zhang, the edge of the palm wind still swept heavily on his back.

Mu Ping felt as if his back had been hit by the fast-moving Fuxing train, and when he opened his mouth, he protruded a large mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, and his expression immediately withered.

And the jet ski he was on was not so lucky, and was hit by the weasel's palm.

With a "boom", it turned into a fragment of the water surface, which was more completely shattered than the explosion of explosives.

"Slippery boy!"

The weasel's gloomy lion's roar pierced through the void, and with the coercion of the old ghost, it hit Mu Ping's back for the second time, "Poof!" He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Hu Mo fainted directly, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was like a small snake, gurgling and flowing.

The weasel's first palm wind was completely blocked by Mu Ping, Hu Mo was not injured, but the second sonic attack and coercion were indistinguishable, it can be said that it was pervasive, Mu Ping just wanted to block it for her, but he was also more than willing and not enough.

And the old ghost and the weasel obviously didn't want to let him go like that, the two gave up the fight as if they had discussed, and chased after Mu Ping together.

The gloomy face can scare people half to death from afar.

"You deceive people too much!"

If he was in the heyday of his cultivation, he would be able to slap hundreds of people to death, and now he is really a tiger falling into Pingyang.

A touch of cruelty flashed on his face, and a large handful of healing pills were also stuffed into his mouth, and at the same time, he didn't forget to stuff two of them for Hu Mo.

"Give Ben less death!"

As soon as his spiritual power moved, the beast pill of the Worm Ancestor that he had obtained in the ancient tomb of Fenshan was also held in his hands by both hands, and Mu Yuanqi poured into it as if he didn't want money, and the purple-red ninth-level beast pill that was originally about one meter in diameter shone brightly.

Then he began to inflate like a balloon.

Needless to say, it is best to deal with the soul body, but he does not have any different fire except for the natal true fire, and using a natal true fire equivalent to the foundation building consummation monk to deal with the Yuanying monk is tantamount to a fool's dream.

And the weapon against the Fog Clan is also fire.

When he was in the Xuan Demon Continent, he had fought with the monks of the Fog Clan, and knew their weaknesses.

But what he lacks now is a different fire.

Helpless, they could only choose the next strategy and use the beast pill explosion to severely damage them. If you want to kill, it's not realistic at all. This also depends on the support of his strong spiritual power to lock the two of them, otherwise, it will fall short.

After all, there are two great realms of cultivation difference between them, which can be described as a world of difference.

"Whew-"

The beast pill that turned into a beast pill the size of Zhang Yu turned into a meteor, and Mu Ping, who stood on the flying sword, was like a bombardier on a bomber.

And that beast pill was like a giant bomb out of the chamber.

Mu Ping's spiritual power, which was equivalent to the ninth layer of the Immortal Emperor, poured out like a tide, directly locking on the old ghost and weasel, but they couldn't move for a short time.

Now he is also fighting, and he no longer cares whether his body can withstand the impact of his mental power.

It's a big deal, what's the big deal.

It's a long story, but it happens just a matter of lightning.

"Boom!"

The Beast Pill exploded in midair, emitting a dazzling white light, and the shockwave spread out in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Although Mu Ping only had three breaths to lock the old ghost and the weasel, it was enough.

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The old ghost and the weasel each let out a scream similar to that of a monster.

A cloud of green smoke rose from the old ghost's body, which gradually dimmed, and finally turned into a virtual shadow.

The weasel was no better, a cloud of mist evaporated, revealing his body, the sharp-beaked monkey gills, no different from a weasel, the hair on his body fell out a lot, as if bald, and it was covered with large mouths.

The so-called fog clan does not mean that they can turn into arbitrary fog, but they are good at camouflage, wrapping themselves in the mist, looking at it from a distance, it is no different from a fog, and they can cultivate a dense fog, which no one wants to achieve in a hundred and eighty years.

Now he is like a bald-tailed chicken that has been plucked out, how embarrassed and embarrassed he is.

It took ten breaths of work, and neither the old ghost nor the weasel came to their senses.

"The two of them are real Yuanying cultivators, but the person standing at the top of the pyramid of the cultivation realm of this mortal planet actually suffered deflated in the hands of a little-known hairy boy, and it also caused their cultivation to regress, if it wasn't for their personal experience, they wouldn't believe it if they were killed. ”

Is this the rhythm of capsizing in the gutter?

But facts speak louder than words, and they cannot afford not to believe it.

"Poof!"

Mu Ping was not in the mood to appreciate his masterpiece, as if he had been hollowed out, he opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his spiritual power and wood vitality were all consumed.

His eyelids were heavy, his eyes were black, and the sky was spinning, and he saw that the lake was spinning.

"Fly!"

He used the last bit of mental power to give the Natal Flying Sword the final order.

didn't even have time to breathe for two breaths, and then, as soon as his eyes went dark, he fell to the side of Hu Mo, who was also unconscious.