At the bottom of the pit more than 20 zhang deep, Fan Xiao's Yuan Ying lay there flat, dying.

Peng Lian's body completely collapsed and turned into flesh, and his Yuan Ying was also seriously injured and couldn't move half a step.

"Stop!"

Suddenly, a sound like thunder came from three hundred miles away.

"Another one?"

Da Mao's face froze, and he tilted his head to Xiaowu, and the two of them conjured up their bodies, rising to the sky, holding big sticks and folding fans, standing in the void in the direction of the sound, like two door gods, standing solemnly in the wind.

"Haha! If you say stop, stop, isn't the deity very shameless?"

With a wave of Mu Ping's right hand, Fan Xiao and Elder Peng's Yuan Ying automatically flew out, and he held it in his hand, first took off the ring from the hands of the two, put it into his arms in a hurry, and then swallowed the two Yuan Ying with their souls.

"Boy, don't run away if you have the ability, this sect will cramp and peel the skin, and put your soul on the fire to roast for nine hundred and eighty-one days, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart. ”

"We'll talk about it when you get there!"

As soon as Mu Ping's spiritual power moved, Liu Fei and Xiaoxiao automatically flew up, and were accepted into the ring by him, then the lower grade spiritual vein, and finally Da Mao and Xiao Wu, all of whom were accepted into the ring by him.

THEN HE CLAPPED HIS HANDS, MADE A BYEBYE GESTURE TO THE MAN WHO WAS NEARLY THIRTY MILES AWAY, AND HIS BODY TURNED INTO A STREAMER OF LIGHT AND FLEW EASTWARD.

All this is a long story, but it only takes three breaths to happen.

This is the calmness and calmness of a perennial knife-headed blood-licking monk, with a board and a glance, and the rules are not chaotic and clear.

"Death to Benzong!"

The person who came stretched forward and slapped Mu Ping in the air.

Devouring Fan Xiao and Elder Peng's Yuan Infant, Jiuyang Immortal Gong reversed, and the spiritual energy in the two Yuan Babies was continuously released, and without three breathing, Mu Ping's Yuan Force recovered to its peak, and all injuries were swept away.

And his momentum and cultivation are still rising.

"Use this kid as a touchstone to see if your current skills can deal with the Yuanying Eighth-Layer Cultivator!"

It is said that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and at this moment, Mu Ping is more fierce than the born calf, and all the yuan power in his body was mobilized by him, condensed on his right hand, and slapped the palm shadow of the eighth-layer monk of the Yuan Infant in the air.

It was he who performed the second of the three forms of subduing demons - Pinghai.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, as if a heavy nuclear bomb had been detonated, and with the impact point as the center, a mushroom cloud with a diameter of 300 zhang was raised, and the aftermath spread around in a wavy shape, and all the trees and rocks within a thousand zhang range evaporated, forming a large open space.

"Boom!"

A hill at an altitude of 400 meters collapsed.

"Humph!"

The person who came snorted coldly, and his blood surged, as if he had been hit hard. He scrambled back a dozen steps, gritted his teeth, and swallowed back a mouthful of salty liquid that had surged into his throat. There was a look of shock on his face.

Compared with this person's ease, Mu Ping didn't have such good luck, his body was like a kite with a broken string, and it flew directly out of ten miles, only then did he stabilize his body, and when he opened his mouth, he spit out a mouthful of black and red blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, his eyes were slightly blackened, and he walked a little vainly, and the increased Yuan Power that devoured Fan Xiao and Elder Peng Yuan Ying was swept away.

"Compared with the old monster who is at the peak of the eighth layer of Yuanying, there is still a bit of a gap!"

After a try, he tried his own cultivation.

It's still reluctant to deal with the early stage of the eighth layer of Yuanying, and if you can make a draw with the middle of the eighth layer, no one can help anyone, and when you meet the peak of perfection, it's a bit not enough to see. 56

Of course, this is under the condition that he does not use his hole cards, and if he uses his hole cards to hit with all his might, it is not yet known who will die.

Then again, does he have hole cards?

As soon as Mu Ping's mental power moved, the flying sword snow flew out without a trace, carrying him like an arrow from the string, and flew out for more than thirty miles in an instant.

"Hahaha! Boy, this sect knows that you have been seriously injured, even if you are poor in Huangquan, you will be killed!"

The visitor laughed wildly, and then used the teleportation technique to chase after him like thunder.

"Benzong?Yuanying Eighth Layer Peak Perfection, could it be him?"

Mu Ping's heart sank, this person is recorded in Xia Mengfa's memory, he is the third-ranked master of the Wuxiang Sect, named Chu Luo, and he is nicknamed Jade-faced Yama. In his forties, 1,200 years old, he was appointed as the deputy sect master by Jiang Wuji, the sect master of the Wuxiang Sect, because he was upright and unwilling to do things that hurt the heavens and hurt the reason to sell the organs of monks, he was excluded from Jiang Wuji's confidants, and he was repeatedly excluded and suppressed, and even some Xuandan monks looked down on him.

"Chu Luo, if you have the ability, you will chase it, sooner or later, one day, the deity will take your life!

Mu Ping laughed wildly, but his spiritual power really didn't dare to relax, the flying sword turned into a streamer, and he drove in the direction of Panlong Mountain in Nanyingzhou, and with all his strength, he gradually opened a distance from Chu Luo......

"What did you say, there was a fierce battle in the direction of the east gate of Zhongzhou City?"

In a deep mountain about six hundred miles away from Zhongzhou City, Hua Qianqi put down the teacup, frowned, stared at Sun Nan and Meng Yue, who were talking back with their fists in front of them, and spoke in surprise.

Three days have passed since the agreed time with Mu Ping, and he has not seen the latter's figure, so in a hurry, he sent two people to investigate, and only then did he get the news.

"Who are the people fighting, and what happened next?"

"Back to Master, one of the two sides of the fight must be a disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, and the other side doesn't know who it is, it is likely to be an enemy of the Wuxiang Sect. ”

Meng Yueling sharpened her teeth and spoke first.

"How so?"

"Because later, Chu Luo, the deputy sect master of the Wuxiang Sect, arrived, slapped the man, wounded the man and fled, and Chu Luo then chased after him. ”

"Well, I see. ”

Hua Qianqi touched his chin, his eyes were slightly cold, and said, "Have you checked the Yuelai Inn?"

"Checked, the guy said that Senior Zhang was the inn where they left at noon the next day. ”

"Have you found the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect who participated in the first batch of battles?"

"Can't find it?"

"Can't find it?

"For they are more than fifty of them, and they are all dead, and there are no bodies left. ”

"What? What are they cultivating?"

"The two Yuan Babies are Fan Xiao, the Dharma Protector of the second layer of the Yuan Infant, Peng Lian, the elder of the third layer of the Yuan Infant, and sixteen Xuan Dan, of which there are four people at the peak of the ninth layer, and thirty-two are foundations. ”

"Shhhh

Hua Qianqi gasped, such a force was enough to wipe out their Immortal Skill Clan! But they were all dead, and they couldn't even find their bodies, which was really strange.

"Have you been to the scene?"

"It was the disciple who brought someone there. Sun Nan clenched his fists and arched his hands, "The scene was a mess, the valley seemed to have been plowed again, the trees and rocks had turned into slag, and ......"