(Not in the state, barely code a few chapters, not satisfied!)

"Brother Yang, are we going to the alliance trial ground soon?"

Ding Rui pretended to be curious.

"Of course we don't go, it's for those human blood slaves, we just need to live well in the city of God. ”

"Then what are we going to do in the City of God?"

"Of course, wait for that friend you know!"

The yellow mist flashed, and a figure appeared out of thin air in the cabin.

"Who's that friend I met?"

Ding Rui pretended to be confused.

"Of course you're waiting for me!"

Suddenly, the light from the window dimmed, and a figure appeared at the door of the cabin.

"You...... Why are you here?"

Yang Jianli was so frightened that he took a few steps back, and sat on the edge of the bed, while the figure of the fog clan had already shrunk into the thick fog, and the thick mist wrapped him tightly like a turtle shell.

"Are you a human or a ghost?"

Yang Jianjian trembled all over, if he asked for his psychological shadow area at this moment, I am afraid it would still be 100 percent.

"This is really terrifying! I finally got rid of his clutches, and I wanted to recruit him again, but the big army didn't arrive, so what to fight him with!"

"Signal!"

The teleportation talisman established by Yang had already been shattered in the battle, and there was no choice but to wave his hand at the little leader of the Mist Clan.

At this time, he couldn't care about pretending to be a big-tailed wolf in front of Ding Rui anymore, and he stretched out his hand to take Ding Rui as a hostage.

But the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny.

This time, Ding Rui stood beside Mu Ping in one step, and Yang Jianjian's big claws suddenly jumped into the air.

"Die!"

Mu Ping clenched his fist with his right hand, and it was a punch to Yang Jianjian's head, without any fancy martial arts, he smashed it with such a mediocre punch.

Cultivating Yang Jianjian, who had already been reduced to the early stage of the Earth Immortal, how could he dodge the blow of the peak powerhouse of the Golden Immortal.

With a "poof", his huge black head was like a black-skinned watermelon, shattering, red and white, flowing all over the ground.

The beast pill was held in Mu Ping's hand, and the blood was sparkling.

Poor generation of Heavenly Immortal Peak Zerg powerhouse, a civilized guy, just like this, he died and turned into a handful of loess. Dust to dust, dust to dust, nothing left

Imprint.

With a "bang", Yang Jianjian's body also showed its original shape, a black tumor shell insect with a size of twenty zhang suddenly stuffed the entire cabin, and the tumor on his back came out with black poisonous juice, which instantly corroded the cabin floor into a large hole with a diameter of one meter, and a yellow mist rose up, mixed with a rich and extremely fishy smell, which was thousands of times richer than the taste of rotten eggs.

Looking at this hideous-looking insect, Ding Rui let out a "wow" and spit out a big mouthful of sour water, which was really disgusting.

"Kill!"

The little leader of the fog clan saw that things were not good, and he shouted, and the momentum was very loud, but his body did not advance but retreated, turned into a fog line, and ran along the open hatch.

"Want to run?"

Mu Ping grinned.

"It's that easy!"

He let out a low cry, and his big hand suddenly stretched out, with a little purple light in his palm, and grabbed at the mist.

"Poof", the big gesture was like a broken bamboo, through the dense fog, and suddenly grabbed the neck of the fog tribe, and then with it, the peak of the earth immortal fog tribe powerhouse, was pulled out of the yellow fog by him, that situation, as if this sharp-beaked monkey gills, yellow face of the fog tribe was dragged up from the golden quilt.

Ahhh

Needless to say, he must have sent a distress signal.

The news that Mu Ping came to Doomsday Divine City just wanted to hide it, and I am afraid that he couldn't hide it.

"Hehe, kid, do you think you are the most powerful? Do you think you are strong? Uncle told you that the news of your coming to the Divine City, the Dark Alliance has been completely grasped, acquaintances, obediently meet our alliance leader with the uncle, and submit to us, otherwise, the day Yang established is your tomorrow!"

The little leader of the Fog Clan shrunk his neck and squeezed threats and threats from between his teeth.

"Really, I'm so bangy!"

Mu Ping showed a ruffian smile, "But no matter what, I'm afraid you won't be able to see that day!"

As he spoke, he placed his right hand on the man's forehead.

"You devil, uncle will not let you go even if he is a ghost!"

"Do you want to be a ghost? That's too much luxury for you executioner!"

Mu Ping smiled indifferently, and with a strong left hand, the person's neck "clicked", and he was slammed

Broken, the purple light flashed, and the corpse of the fog clan turned into ashes, but Yang Jianjian's body turned into a twenty-zhang original shape was taken by Mu Ping and put into the ring.

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

So, there was a funny scene in front of Ding Rui's eyes, a young man wearing a young man's costume, in the blink of an eye, killed an early stage of an earth immortal and a peak of an earth immortal one after another.

Is this the rhythm of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

Ding Rui saw Mu Ping shoot in this doomsday game for the first time, Yang Jianli is already powerful enough, but compared with Mu Ping, his ability can only be regarded as scum, just like an adult boxing with a kindergarten child, and he is not a heavyweight at all.

It's ridiculous that she still tried to pin her hopes of finding her father on Yang Jianjian, who Cheng thought that kid was a silver-like pewter spear head - vulnerable.

"Is he so good everywhere?"

Ding Rui's eyes were straight, and her face was red for a while and white for a while.

"Gone!"

Mu Ping waved at her.

The loud noise finally alarmed the other fog clan monks, originally this spaceship was the safest, even if there was a fight, it was they who bullied others, which Cheng wanted to jump out of nowhere and kill their leader.

If this word spreads, where will their old faces of the fog clan go?

"Where did you come from, wild boy, stop for uncle!"

As soon as Mu Pingfu came out of the cabin, "Huhu-" As if two gusts of yellow wind were blowing, the remaining twenty or so fog clan monks let out a hula and divided into two teams to surround Mu Ping and Ding Rui.

"Die!"

Through soul searching, knowing the location of the headquarters of the Dark Alliance, as well as part of the situation of the Mist Clan's station, the rest of the people are no longer useful, and Mu Ping began to kill.

These are not only the invaders of the earth, but also the invaders of this doomsday god realm, that is, they designed to recruit the warriors on the earth and let them slaughter, these are all executioners whose hands are stained with the blood of the warriors on the earth, and they must not be let go easily.

The five-grade true weapon, the white long knife, which he had obtained from the first elder of the Ping family in Moro City, was pulled out of the ring by him and swept towards the Mist Clan monk in front of him.

These yellow mist may be nightmares for others, but for Mu Ping and his cold lizard demon fire, it is just a yellow film pasted on the outside, and it is not vulnerable at all.