"Good boy, you're really ghostly!"

As soon as Mu Ping crossed the square, Hei Jia's huge body suddenly blocked his way, and he was also very shocked that Mu Ping chased after him so quickly.

Mu Ping looked carefully, it had only been less than an hour, and the five broken legs of the black armor had already grown, although the color was gray, far less strong than before, but it could barely support his body, Mu Ping couldn't help but sigh, on the earth where the aura was so scarce, the recovery ability of this zerg was really strong.

"Do you think you're the only one who is powerful at the Zerg?"

Mu Ping talked to Hei Jia, but his spiritual power did not stop, because he found that thirty meters in front of him, it was a circular building similar to an altar, about five meters high, with a diameter of more than one zhang, and at this moment there was a green insect standing there, the green insect looked like an enlarged version of the knife mantis, with six legs and huge wings on both sides of the body, which were gathered together at the moment, looking at the body size, it was only one size smaller than Hei Jia.

"Frogs!"

Mu Ping also recognized it at a glance, this was the mother worm that poisoned the eggs of one hundred and seventeen people in Lijiawan, a first-class peak demon beast.

In front of the moth, Li Xuan was floating in the air one meter high from the altar, and the blood on her body was flowing continuously to the middle of the altar, where there seemed to be a formation, and with the inflow of Li Xuan's blood, the formation flashed with blood-red light.

"Shameless!

As soon as Mu Ping's body twisted, he wanted to bypass the black armor and rush to the altar to save people.

"Your opponent is uncle!"

Hei Jiayin laughed, lifted three black retreats, divided into upper, middle and lower three ways, and stabbed at Mu Ping, and at the same time spit out a black mist with a diameter of three meters from his mouth, "squeak lala", where the black mist passed, even the air was corroded to make a sound, as if the black mist was mixed with concentrated sulfuric acid.

"Die!"

This time, Mu Ping did not take the same way as the mist, but twisted his body, and he slid past the edge of the mist, and the soft sword in his hand slashed at the three black legs that attacked.

"Puff puff!"

After three sounds, the three good legs of the black armor were cut in two by the soft sword, and three green blood spurted out.

"Whew-"

Hei Jia let out a miserable scream, and took a dozen steps back, and a pair of gray eyes had become red! It was not easy to repair the five broken legs, and it took him at least ten years of life, and now there are no three, so he will be a ghost if he doesn't go crazy.

"Death to my grandfather—"

Hei Jia let out a loud shout, and the sound of scrap metal grinding through the void reached Mu Ping's ear drums, making him feel as if he was in a steel rolling workshop, and his whole body was uncomfortable.

And Hei Jia straightened up, the remaining thirteen legs worked together, and the huge body flew up, and a Taishan pressed on the top and pressed down on Mu Ping.

Mu Ping didn't answer, his mind was full of Li Xuan's delicate figure, this little girl in order not to let herself fall into the hands of the black armor, she put her life and death out of the way, and took the risk to send a letter to herself, this love he Mu Ping remembered, firmly remembered in his heart. Now seeing her suffering, Mu Ping is also angry, he is completely angry.

He swung his right hand continuously, and the sword qi on the soft sword head skyrocketed to more than a foot and a half, emitting a dazzling light and hissing sound, and his left hand was not idle, and one after another wind blades were also swung out by him, slashing at the hard body of the black armor.

For a while, the light flew, the sound of eating and clicking continued, and the air was filled with a thick bloody gas, and finally a blood mist intertwined with green and red was formed. I don't know if the blood mist is black armor or Mu Ping's, or if the blood of the two has been mixed together.

"Boom!" Hei Jia's body was like a wall, collapsing with a bang, crushing Mu Ping to the bottom, and at the same time, everything fell silent.

"Was that kid killed so easily?"

Hei Jia looked under him suspiciously, and suddenly he felt a pain in his body, and a transparent hole also collapsed from his hard back, Mu Ping brandished a lightsaber, and the whole person was like a helicopter propeller, and like a crazy turning drill, Hei Jia's body drilled out of a big hole in the middle, green blood splashed, and black body fragments collapsed everywhere.

"Ahh

Hei Jia let out a miserable scream in his mouth, and his whole body kept changing, turning into a pitch-black body for a while, and then transforming into the image of the bald fourth brother, after more than a minute, with a plop, the huge body collapsed to the ground, and after more than a dozen convulsions, he didn't move.

The mid-stage peak black armor of the third-level demon beast, fall!

Mu Ping's face was pale, after such a while, his Mu Yuan Qi was also exhausted, and one of the legs of the black armor was pierced on his right shoulder, and the blood was bubbling like money.

He lifted his heavy eyelids, "Don't pass out at this time!" he kept reminding himself.

The only remaining medium-grade spirit stone flakes were also held in his hands, and a steady stream of spiritual energy surged into his body, and the soft sword became hard again, and he used all his strength to throw the soft sword at the moth.

Perhaps because of the manipulation of the formation, the moth stood on the altar and could not move casually, which also created an opportunity for him to sneak attack.

The soft sword turned into a white horse, slashed through the void, cut melons and vegetables, and with a snort, the head of the moth was cut off, and the green blood spurted out more than ten meters away.

Without the moth's presiding, the blood sacrifice formation on the altar shattered, and Li Xuan's shriveled and pale body fell from mid-air to the altar with a snap.

It's a long story, but it happens in five or six minutes. Mu Ping endured the pain and staggered up the steps to the altar, stretched out his hand to hold Li Xuan, who was already unconscious, in his arms, but he didn't have time to stop the bleeding for her, and his eyes were dark, and he also fainted.

Time passed minute by minute, and after about half an hour's work, perhaps Li Xuan's blood played a role, the unpresided altar emitted a circle of dazzling white light, and then began to rotate automatically, at first, the rotation was very slow, but then faster and faster, and finally the white light formed a whirlpool, wrapping the unconscious Mu Ping and Li Xuan in his arms, as well as the huge corpse of the moth that fell aside, and disappeared at once.

Then, everything fell silent.

If there were no black armor corpses and huge heads cut off by moths, indicating that there had been a terrible battle here, no one would have known that there had been a break-in and what had happened. Even the altar slowly disappeared into the ground, the ground reverted to bricks, and everything was gone.