Chapter 475: Destroy the Black Shirt Sect

Who am I? You covet the remains of my ancient gods on Earth, and you lick your face and ask who am I?"

Mu Ping's chin was slightly raised, and he slowly transformed into a handsome, thin face.

"Are you Mu Ping, the leader of the Huaxia Xuan Group on Earth?"

"It's down there!"

"No wonder...... I said that the northern continent of Silver Wolf, have you never heard of a young master like you? It turns out that you are from the Earth of the Milky Way!"

"Yes, people don't offend me, I don't offend people, you colluded with Simon, the scum on the earth, and caused so many killings, and now, the mastermind behind the scenes is brought to justice, so let's give an explanation to those dead creatures. ”

As he spoke, Mu Ping raised his right hand, and a dazzling white light flew towards Zhang Gong.

"God don't bless me, God doesn't bless me Bauhinia Clan, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"

Zhang Gong's body swelled sharply, and with him, there were also Sui Gao and Jiang Wuyang.

"Oh no, they're going to blow themselves up!"

The self-explosion of the Yuanying monk is enough to drink a pot, and the elves of the Yuanying rank self-detonation, and the early stage of the fear of the god can't stand it.

"Withdraw!"

With a wave of his hand, Mu Ping led Zhen Le, Wu Fei, Hua Rui, Sun Chaogang, Di Huo, Qiu Long, Da Mao, Xiao Wu and others to fly away together.

"If you want to blow yourself up, you think too much!"

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, reached out and grabbed the three of them in his hands, and with a squeeze of his hand, the three of them turned into three black pills the size of a worldly tennis ball.

"Senpai?"

"General!"

The person who came was the old man of the third layer of the god of transformation, and he was also the general in the mouth of the monk of the stinky chrysanthemum clan of the Tiger Empire.

Mu Ping frowned slightly, the other stinky chrysanthemums were all full of stench, and they had to be blocked with battle armor to cover up the smell, why didn't this old man have a smell?

Could it be that this old man is not from the Stinky Chrysanthemum Clan?

"Hahaha! Mu Xiaoyou, you're good, you're good?"

The old man patted Mu Ping on the shoulder and said with a smile: "I really didn't expect that the mortal planet of the earth could produce such a young monk as you who is brave and strategic, decisive in killing, and has excellent leadership. ”

"The seniors have won the prize. ”

Mu Ping scratched the back of his head and said, "Compared with the seniors, the little bit of Taoism of the younger generations is not enough to worry about at all. ”

He slapped a sycophant quietly.

"Hahaha, you young man, you are very angry with the old man, go, come to me, let's have a good chat. ”

He couldn't say anything, picked up Mu Ping and left.

"Zhen Le, you lead them back to the sect first!"

Mu Ping waved his hand at Zhen Le and the others.

In this case, there is no second way to go except obedience, and Mu Ping can only take one step at a time.

The two of them soon became the base of the Tiger Empire in the Northern Qin Dynasty, which was surrounded by mountains on three sides and had only one way out and was connected to the outside world.

This time it was in a three-story building, and the facilities here were more than ten times more luxurious than the one Mu Ping had lived in when he first came, and the aura was also more than ten times richer, and it must have been a spirit gathering formation.

"Just sit down. ”

Seeing that Mu Ping had been looking at the building since he came in, the old man smiled and spoke.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Mu Ping found a chair and sat down.

"You must be wondering why I don't have to wear armor and I don't smell all over me, do you?"

The old man's smile did not decrease.

Mu Ping nodded slightly.

"That's because I'm not a stinky chrysanthemum, but a human race. ”

"Seniors are Terrans?"

Mu Ping suddenly realized, no matter how the stinky chrysanthemum clan changes, if there is no blood of the ancient gods, it may be difficult to hide the smell, only the human race, there is no smell, "Senior's surname?"

"The old man's surname is Kuang, and his name hasn't been called for many years, so I've long forgotten it, so it's good if you call me Guang. ”

"It's good, the junior Mu Ping will give you a gift!"

"That's it, red tape, the meaning is fine. ”

The old man made a cup of tea, poured a cup for Mu Ping, and said: "It's been thousands of years, and the old man is very relieved to see such an excellent young man of the human race as you for the first time. ”

"Thank you seniors for the compliment. ”

Mu Ping hurriedly stood up and clenched his fists.

"That's it, that's it, in the old man's place, you don't have to be too restrained, I heard that you came to Silver Wolf Star to arrest the real culprit behind the Mabunur case?"

"Exactly. ”

"Now that the real culprit has been eliminated, I don't know what your plans are in the future?"

The old man picked up the cup and looked at Mu Ping with interest.

"Of course, it is to return to the earth, and the younger generation has promised a close friend to protect the peace of the earth, how can the eldest husband break his promise?"

Mu Ping's words were also sonorous and powerful, and his blood was boiling.

"That's why you say that you have to suppress your own cultivation and not break the pill to become a baby?"

"Hehe, let the seniors laugh!"

"Is it really worth it for you?"

The old man returned to seriousness.

"There is nothing worth it or not, the big husband has something to do, something not to do, and once he says it, he must seriously implement it, otherwise, won't he become a dishonest person?"

"A good one to do, something not to do, the old man sees that you are in a hurry to go back, and you also covet the body of the ancient god, right?"

"Of course not. ”

Mu Ping's eyes became sharp, and he said: "Seniors, what the younger generations do, the upper is worthy of the sky, the lower is worthy of the earth, and the middle is worthy of the people, there is absolutely no selfishness. ”

"Alas, you young man, how can you be as stubborn as when I was young, you love to get angry at every turn, the ice is fragile, be careful to offend people!"

The old man's face softened slightly, and he said, "In this way, for example, if I ask you for a drop of the blood of the ancient gods in fifty years, what should you do?"

"The seniors laughed, with the cultivation of the seniors, he has reached the realm of transformation, and the blood of the ancient gods is no longer of any help to the seniors, what do the seniors want him to do?"

The chill on Mu Ping's face gradually subsided.

"In other words, you guard there for a day, and even the old man can't take away a drop of the blood of the ancient gods?"

"Where did the tea of my predecessors come from, why is it so delicious?"

Mu Ping picked up the teacup, approached his nose, sniffed it fiercely, and drank it all.

The old man's eyes flashed with a flash, and he smiled: "Speaking of which, you have made great contributions to cracking this black-shirted sect, this general is deeply grateful to you on behalf of all the soldiers of the Tiger Empire, if you have any requirements, after a while, after dealing with the affairs here, we will also return to the Tiger Star Song Kai, and send you back to the earth by the way." ”

"Thank you, senior!"

Mu Ping's face was happy.

The old hand waved lightly.

"Whoosh!"

When he reappeared, he went back to the room he had stayed in last time.

"Sure enough, it's a raccoon dog!"

Mu Ping secretly cursed in his heart, the stinky chrysanthemum clan and the Bauhinia clan are all coveting the remains of the ancient gods on the earth, he doesn't know, the earth loses the remains of the ancient gods, what damage will be caused, you can use your heels to think, at least it will cause the aura to dissipate, it is very likely to go to decay from now on, until it is destroyed, ushering in the real end.

The creator is fair, existence is the last word, and the remains of the ancient gods of the earth must be guarding or suppressing something, and it is no wonder that this balance is rashly destroyed.

"Dangdang!"

There was a knock at the door.