When the weasel was arrogant, suddenly, a young, cold voice suddenly came from mid-air, and then in a flash, a thin figure with a straight back like a javelin appeared in front of everyone with his hands behind his back.

"Team Leader Mou......"

Xiang Yi only screamed, and began to choke, the big tears couldn't hold back anymore, crackling out, that look, like a bullied primary school student, seeing his parents.

"You did a good job!

Mu Ping took a few steps closely, waved his right hand continuously, and the four of them were shocked, and the immobilization spell cast by the weasel on them was immediately broken by him, and the four of them immediately regained their freedom.

Then the four of them appeared in a completely enclosed space as soon as their eyes went dark.

However, in front of their eyes, there was a red elixir dripping and turning.

"Take the pill and heal it well!"

Mu Ping's gentle words came in ethereal.

The four of them did not slack off, reached out and grabbed the elixir in front of them, swallowed it in one gulp, meditated cross-legged, and began to heal.

"Mu Ping, you're not dead yet?"

The weasel didn't care that the four weak chickens were rescued by Mu Ping, and gritted his teeth.

"Weasel, you old thing! Such a powerful explosion didn't kill you, you're really dead!"

Mu Ping slammed the weasel to the wall with a single word.

"You ......"

The weasel has a lot of flat up and down, and he always feels that something is wrong with this kid.

By the way, he has grown a little taller, almost two or three centimeters, his little face is whiter, his breath is more restrained, and he can't see any fluctuations in his strength.

"Could it be that he has obtained the inheritance of the old man of time?"

The weasel was full of spirits, "It's not right, how cunning and insidious his former master, Mr. Time, revealed several times that he wanted to inherit his mantle, but he just didn't agree, he chose to betray, how could he pass the mantle to a boy who didn't have any hair?

"However, your kid came just in time, as the so-called unjust debtor has the owner, since you are here, then let's settle the account together!"

"As you wish!"

Mu Ping originally wanted to wipe out all these alien races, but now there are two more masters, the old ghost and the weasel, but he is not very worried.

Seeing that Mu Ping was calm and relaxed, with an indifferent look, the weasel chuckled in his heart, and he began to become bottomless.

The explosion of a beast pill made him suffer a big loss, and he has not fully recovered yet, what if it is dozens or hundreds?

He couldn't imagine that if Mu Ping came to die together, how good would it be! His life was much more expensive than this kid!

He didn't know that Mu Ping only had a high-level demon beast pill, and he thought he had a lot of them.

He didn't dare to gamble, because he thought that his life was much more expensive than Mu Pingjin, and he fell like this, and he couldn't turn a blind eye to anything.

"To tell you the truth, this formation was arranged by this kid, and he originally wanted to wipe you out, so you can do it yourself!"

The weasel winked at the old ghost, who nodded knowingly.

Then he turned his head to Dushanbei and the mountain wolf, and spoke in a gloomy manner, and the art of sowing discord was used by him perfectly.

"Team Leader Mu, we took out so much US dollars and bought admission tickets from your Xuan Group, do you want to deal with us like this?"

Du Shangbei really couldn't hold his breath, he stepped forward and spoke loudly, his face was clouded, and the meaning of reproach was like opening the lid of a powder keg, which would explode at any time.

"Tell us, what is your No. 1 goal? How many Huaxia monks have you killed? I'm embarrassed to ask Ben Shao, what kind of bandit logic is this?"

Mu Ping no longer shied away from the question.

"Hahaha! A group of ordinary people are just a bunch of ordinary people, and they don't even want to make rations for us, you are a dignified cultivator, do you really want to stand up for those grass chickens?"

Dushanbei spoke dismissively.

"Ordinary people, aren't ordinary people's lives fatal, do ordinary people have to be bullied by you?"

Mu Ping's face was gloomy, and he said a few words full of righteous indignation.

The Zerg really have no humanity, and in their eyes, the lives of ordinary people are just ants to take and take, and this stinky disease really can't get used to them.

"You let us go today, I promise, in the future, our No. 1 and Huaxia well water will not violate the river water, you take your Yangguan Road, we take our single-plank bridge, Team Leader Mu, this is always okay, right?"

Seeing that Mu Ping's attitude was tough, Du Shangbei's attitude eased slightly.

"A bunch of paper tigers!"

Mu Ping thought of the old man's words and smiled disdainfully.

"So you are determined to fight our Zerg endlessly, aren't you afraid of the wrath of our Zerg?"

If it is soft, Du Shangbei simply chose to tear his face and began to threaten.

"A group of low-level creatures can only crawl on the ground, looking for food to eat, and dare to threaten Ben Shao!"

Mu Ping looked at Du Shangbei with disdain, and his anger was gradually burning.

"Tear him for me!"

Du Shangbei stopped inking, waved his hand at the Zerg monk behind him, the mist rose, and he took the lead in conjuring up the main body, a huge scarab with a head of thirty zhang in size and covered with green hair, opened his bloody mouth, and swallowed it at Mu Ping.

The other Zerg also conjured up the main body one after another, and thirty-five behemoths formed a circle to surround Mu Ping.

Most of these Zerg are the peak cultivation of fourth-level demon beasts, among which Du Shangbei's cultivation is at the peak of fifth-level demon beasts, and the green beetle transformed into the old man who is very hidden has actually reached the peak of sixth-level demon beasts, which is a circle larger than other Zergs, a head taller, and bursts of coercion emanating from him, this kind of cultivation is enough to be comparable to the monks above the fifth layer of the human Xuandan, maybe stronger.

Because these zergs are covered with hard armor, ordinary swords can't help them at all.

"Captain, do we need to make a move?"

At this moment, a wolf demon leaned over to the mountain wolf's ear and asked in a low voice.

"Wait and see!"

The wolf shook his head slightly, but his fists were clenched, his back straightened, ready to strike a fatal blow.

With the attack of the Zerg, the air suddenly rolled with fishy gas, choking people almost vomited the next year's meal.

"Kill!"

Mu Ping had already made preparations, and with a wave of his right hand, the Cold Moon God Sword was held in his hand, and he slashed out with a wave of his hand at those zergs.

A black knife shadow the size of six zhang exuded a chill, and a white sword swollen out, attacking those zergs indiscriminately.

It was he who performed the second of the three forms of Death, the Death Slash.

"Hurry back!"

As soon as the green beetle saw Mu Ping unleashing his sword, he knew that something was wrong, and quickly blurted out.

Although he reminded in time, it was still too late, and wherever the knife passed, whether it was poisonous mist, poisonous water, or poisonous fire, it was all split in half, and the knife did not pause, slashing at the body of these insects.

"Click!

"Whew-"

"Whew-"

The sound of broken leg bones and the screams of bugs was endless.

In a circle, no less than thirteen insects were cut off by Mu Ping, and there were three of them, and they were even cut off by him.

Green, white, and red blood gushed out.