Senior Brother Zhang, save us!"

"Senior Brother Zhang, save us!"

"Boss save us!"

"Brother Zhang—"

As soon as they saw Mu Ping appear, the eight hundred people looked like lost children, and when they saw their relatives, they had tears in their eyes and spoke pitifully.

"Hahaha! I might as well tell you that he is not surnamed Zhang at all, his surname is Mou, he is the fourth prince of your Northern You Empire, and he is also His Royal Highness the Northern King!"

Mi Cheng stood abruptly in the air, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Mu Ping's retreat.

"What? He's His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince?"

Ning Qiao, Yuan Gui, and Bai Yifei, who were mixed in the crowd, were still shouting just now to make the three people who saved them stunned.

"I heard that His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince is stupid and has achieved nothing, this ......"

"How about it, His Royal Highness the Fourth Prince, give you two ways, either commit suicide or surrender and abolish your cultivation!"

Amazing coincidences of history.

Could this be the path of reincarnation of cause and effect?

The corners of Mu Ping's mouth rose slightly, and a sneer immediately appeared.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

He spoke indifferently.

"What? Are you mistaken? Please, the hostage is in the hands of your grandfather, even if you don't think about yourself, don't you think about your people?"

Mi Cheng looked at Mu Ping with disdain.

"The surname is Mu, it's your nightmare to meet your grandfather, let you see it today, and see the end of death!"

Saihu flicked his sleeves viciously, reached out and grabbed a second-layer monk of Yuanying, and was about to cut off his head.

"Ignorant thing, burst!"

Mu Ping didn't say a word, but reached out and made an explosive gesture.

"Bang!"

Saihu's head is like a ripe watermelon, bursting like a grenade, and red and white are flying all over the sky.

Even Yuan Ying didn't run out, and they exploded together.

A thick bloody breath blew with the howling north wind, and even froze on the ice ballast.

The sudden situation stunned everyone, and the head of a god-level master exploded, saying that it would blow up, could it be that he had already cultivated to the point of cultivating the Immortal Emperor who followed the law?

"How is this possible? How is this possible?"

Mi Cheng muttered to himself, "It must be that this kid is secretly something!"

He snorted at the fifth senior brother.

"Two junior brothers, you guys!"

The fifth senior brother gave an order to the core disciple who sneaked up on and the guy who was accidentally injured by him.

The two of them looked at each other, and rushed towards more than 800 captives like a flock.

"Boom! Boom!"

Mu Ping stood still, and two words came out of his mouth one after another.

"Bang!

The two core disciples of the first layer of Chengding were the same as Saihu, and their heads suddenly exploded in mid-air, forming a substantial primordial infant to explode/explode together.

"This kid is weird, everyone get out!"

exploded one god in a row, two Chengding, and it was under the premise that Mu Ping didn't do anything.

"It's scary!"

Mi Cheng shouted, took the lead and turned around and ran.

The rest of the people did not care about the captives and fled for their lives.

"Whoosh", the sound of breaking the sky kept ringing.

"They're in your hands!"

As soon as Mu Ping patted the ring, the black toad and the fox jumped out directly, and in the blink of an eye, more than 800 monks were packed into their rings.

And Mu Ping flew directly into the air, waved his big hand, rushed into the air, and shouted "Get up!"

"Boom!"

Thousands of miles in a radius, black smoke billowed in an instant, flying sand and rocks, and a trapped array rose out of thin air.

As early as when he was building the cave mansion, he thought that sooner or later, he would have a showdown with Mi Cheng and others, and at that time, it would be a life-and-death battle.

Therefore, he secretly set up a trap early, but he didn't expect it to come in handy in less than two months.

As for why Saihu and the two core disciples' heads exploded, of course, when he was gaining memories and fighting, he secretly left a wisp of divine soul in the sea of consciousness of the three people.

It was this wisp of divine soul explosion that caused the three primordial babies to also die together.

This is the plan to knock on the mountain and shock the tiger, if you want to explode a few more times, Rao is Mu Ping's spiritual power is superb, and he can't stand it.

Fortunately, there is no danger.

Together, Mi Cheng and the others suddenly began to collide like headless flies.

"The surname is Mu, don't blame me for not telling you, we are all core disciples of the Dao Academy, kill us, there will be no good fruit for you to eat!"

Mi Chengse's inward howl exposed his weakness.

"Are you looking for a little money?"

"Please, you ghost, hurry up and open the formation and let us out, otherwise!"

"Haha, you're thinking too much!"

Mu Ping laughed wildly, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword suddenly appeared in his hand.

After re-refining, this knife has been transformed into an eight-grade true weapon, and the nine nine hundred and eighty-one prohibitions in it are all offensive type.

With a knife in hand, Mu Ping's momentum began to climb.

"Kill!"

He roared, and the Cold Moon Divine Sword turned into a huge mountain, and everywhere he passed, whether it was Yuan Ying or a disciple of the Transformation God, they were all split in half.

Some of the primordial babies had just flown out of the corpses, and they were touched by the knife and immediately turned into ashes.

"Happy! Murderers will always kill them!"

Mu Ping seemed to come out of hell to ask for impermanence, and before he could make a cup of tea, thousands of inner disciples were killed by him.

The thrill of revenge in the second reincarnation instantly diffused in every cell of his body, and the righteous path experienced in the third life turned into a gas in his chest, constantly rolling, roaring, and rising.

"Suicide is a sign of weakness, I don't want it, I want to be happy and revenge!

Mu Ping looked up to the sky and roared.

"Click!"

His mind suddenly became empty.

I feel like my whole body is one with the natural world.

There was a river of blood on the ground, and it was red and gorgeous, but Mu Ping in mid-air fell into an epiphany.

"Whew-"

The wind blew, and the sky was suddenly dark and unusual, like a prelude to an approaching storm.

Is this the rhythm of the Apocalypse?

Mu Ping was speechless for a while.

Speaking of which, he survives in battle every time, which is the most dangerous.

But he couldn't do anything.

Maybe it's also a way of cause and effect.

"Click!"

After three loud bangs, three bolts of lightning that were thicker than an adult's waist flew from the sky, indiscriminately facing Mu Ping and the more than thirty core disciples, and smashed down with their heads.

"Come on!"

As soon as Mu Ping's spiritual power moved, the Cold Moon Divine Sword was put away by him, he opened his arms, and the Thunder Technique was running, the Emperor Refining Technique was running, and the Jiuyang Immortal Gong was running.

The three exercises were combined into one, jumped high, and rushed towards the lightning.

"Puff puff!"

Three bolts of lightning slammed down on him, splashing more than three feet of blood.

smashed him straight to the ground.

And those three bolts of lightning did not stop, and in a flash, they did not enter the body of the core disciple closest to him.

"Ahh

"Ouch-"

"Mom-"

These core disciples, who are usually high-minded, let out a ghostly crying wolf howl, making people feel as if they had entered a slaughterhouse.