(Happy New Year!)

As Bai Xiaonan's right hand fell fiercely, the two old men behind him, who had long been unable to bear it, jumped up high, and took out two three-foot-long, one-foot-sized, black-trimmed pennants from the ring in mid-air.

"All the sergeants retreat, protect the city lord, and open the big array!"

The two of them shouted loudly and landed lightly in front of Mu Ping, and at the same time, eight small doors on both sides of the main hall creaked open, and eight old men jumped out of it, each holding a flag of the same size in their hands, and Mu Ping was surrounded by a group.

The two old men were dumbfounded as soon as they landed, they clearly ordered the soldiers to retreat and protect the city lord, this has been practiced countless times, but why didn't they move?

"Let you stand back, you are deaf?!"

One of the old men grabbed the sergeant beside him, and the man fell down in response, and when he reached out, he was no longer breathing.

"Bang dang!"

"Bang dang!"

The sound of falling to the ground sounded one after another, and in the blink of an eye, the leaders of the thirty-six city lords' mansions in charge of the escort team and the army were all killed, and none of them were spared.

"Attention, everyone, this kid is weird!"

Another old man shouted, "In front of him, a powerhouse at the peak of the Earth Immortal, he quietly killed thirty-six people, and he didn't even notice any clues, what kind of existence is this?

"City Lord?"

He was full of excitement, and quickly turned his head to look, and saw the city lord Bai Xiaonan sitting on the chair on the ground, looking at the scene with a smile, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could catch his breath, he frowned.

"At this time, shouldn't the city lord hide through the secret passage under the chair? Why hasn't he left yet?"

"You...... What did you do to the Castle Lord?"

He pointed at Mu Ping with trembling fingers, feeling his mouth slop.

"It's nothing, just let him sit there quietly and watch you perish!"

Mu Ping still smiled ruffianly.

"In this Xiuzhen Continent, the third move of the Desperate Three Styles - the Desperate Thorn of the exclusive spiritual power attack is still very useful, silently, killing people invisibly, a group of minions who cultivate to the highest talent of the real person, it is not difficult to kill at all, it is as simple as crushing a group of ants. ”

"Array!"

The old man's eyes were cracked, and blood poured into his pupils, he

With a loud roar, he clenched his banner and slammed it into the sky.

But the surroundings were quiet, and there was no.

He didn't believe in evil, so he raised it twice in succession, and his nephew still hit the lantern - as usual (according to the uncle).

"How so?"

The flag was raised, why didn't there be any reaction at all, "No," he looked at the array flag in his hand suspiciously, "shouldn't the main array flag in his hand come out and the other nine array flags flash together? Why didn't there be any reaction at all?"

"Kill!"

He didn't give up, and raised the formation flag high for the fourth time, and the surroundings were quiet, and there was still no reaction at all.

"Could it be that it has been useless for many years, and the spirit stone energy that activated the Great Array has been exhausted?"

The ten-sided trapped killing array can be presided over by a monk, or it may not be used, and the power of the two comparisons is of course not the same.

Presided over by the monk, you can launch various attacks, or you can concentrate the cultivation of ten people on one monk, and its cultivation will instantly improve a great realm, and killing the opponent is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables.

And the medium of communication between the ten monks is the array flag in the hands of the ten people, which is also the origin of the name of the ten trapped killing arrays, not the ten directions, but the ten array flags.

"Ben Shao told you, the ten-sided trapped killing array is not your play at all!"

Mu Ping laughed, took out a pocket array flag from his arms, the size of a palm, and threw it into the air, the flag became larger, and then turned into a streamer and disappeared into the sky.

"Boom!"

The walls of the main hall trembled, and then began to shake, eight small doors rumbled and closed, and white mist rose from the cracks, and in less than three breaths, the whole hall was filled with mist, and there was no human figure on the opposite side.

"Everyone, pay attention, this little rabbit cub is still a formation master!"

"Kill!"

The eight masters of the family have just come into contact with the Ten Faces Trapped Killing Array, and they are all temporary to help the fist, who has ever seen this kind of scene, but they are all experienced in a hundred battles, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as crawling out of the pile of dead people.

After a short period of panic, he immediately calmed down, took out the weapons in his hands, and formed a circle back to back, fully guarded.

"Woohoo!"

Wind blades the size of more than a zhang with strong wind fell from the sky overwhelmingly.

These ten people can be said to stand at the top of the pyramid of Morro City

The characters, who are all in the early stage of the earth immortals, Mu Ping did not dare to take it lightly, so from the moment he found the ten-sided trapped killing array at the gate of the city lord's mansion, he kept an eye on it, sneaked into this hall secretly, reversed the big array, and controlled it in his own hands.

He originally wanted to use the formation to stew them with a spoonful, but he didn't expect Bai Xiaonan to be smart but mistaken by cleverness, and inadvertently did him a big favor, if he was asked to fight one by one, I am afraid that it would not be so easy to kill them together.

And he didn't leave much room to get started, and he went all out.

On the way here, he suddenly had an idea of his own, although he had no ambition, but if he could control the entire city of Morro in his own hands, wouldn't he have a foothold?

He read the works of the founding ancestor of China three times, and while admiring it, he also deeply reflected on his performance in the Xuan Demon Continent, and the advanced ideas of the countryside surrounding the city, seizing power by force, and closely relying on the masses provided him with great reference.

Originally, in the eyes of the monks, mortals were ants, cannon fodder, and could be sacrificed at any time, but in the eyes of thinkers, these ordinary mortals were the creators of history, and for this reason, he changed his thoughts and inherent thinking.

If you can mobilize and arm all the oppressed mortals, you will definitely be able to find a new path of cultivation and protection that is different from others.

At the moment, he doesn't have time to spend a lot of time in this game, so the easiest way is to lay ground and build up his own armament.

"Kill!"

The two guards of the eight family masters and the city lord were really not fuel-efficient lamps, and Mu Ping's first round of wind blade attacks only caused a little skin injury to the three people, and they didn't hurt their muscles and bones at all.

Fortunately, this is the first round.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, the scene turned, the wind was fierce, and snowflakes the size of half a foot fell from the sky, and the temperature in the entire large array suddenly dropped to minus 100 degrees, which is not an exaggeration to describe the freezing of the earth.

"Everyone do their best to resist the cold!"

An old man from one of the two guards spoke loudly.

"Elder Qian, will this be a bit expensive?"

A middle-aged family head had already lost six and a half spirits, and he had already been frightened and spoke in a trembling voice.

"Master Liu, you are a calf thing!"

The guard rolled his eyelids, "There are so many of us, are we still afraid that he won't succeed?" We consume a lot, and he consumes even more!"