"Huh!" Iron Pimple flew towards the military advisor with the sound of the wind, and for a moment, he was hit in the back, and there was a dog snatching with a "plop", and his body twitched twice, and then he didn't move, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive.

In the blink of an eye, four people and one ghost fell down.

Mu Ping turned his gaze to the attendant.

The attendant pounced and Mu Ping knelt down, kowtowed like a chicken sucking rice, and kept saying: "Uncle, please, don't kill me, I have an eighty-year-old mother and a nursing child at home." ”

"Poof", Mu Ping was angry, where did this kid learn so many grunt words, a European face, and Huaxia spoke so well!

However, why are these demon monks so sloppy?

But he didn't give up, and with a wave of his strength, the man fell to the ground.

"It's your turn!" he snapped his finger at Ulaman.

All this is a long story, but it can only happen in the light of light, seeing four people and one ghost on his side, and in the blink of an eye, he is left alone, Ula Man's face is darkened, and he has a sense of retreat.

"This son, you are very strong, you are the strongest monk I have seen in the past few years, but no matter how you are, it will be difficult to stop my clan. ”

"Blocking your clan's footsteps? This group has to say, Ulaman, you think too much!"

"Oh?" Ula raised his eyebrows.

"Originally, as a soul body, you were so free and easy, but what have you done now? Are you doing something worthy of your dead ancestors?"

"This ...... This is because of the ancestors and ancestors!"

"Oh, did your ancestors let you sell your soul and become a lackey of others?!"

"Did your ancestors let you sell your ancestors' place to the Yi people again?"

"Did your ancestors and ancestors still let you lure wolves into the house, doves occupy magpies' nests, and enslave the ghosts of your own clan?"

Mu Ping knew that the Wulaman in front of him must be a descendant of the Ulan Ancient Kingdom, and he was a general, otherwise, those soul bodies hidden in the underground palace would not be so afraid of him.

"This ...... Where did you know that?" Ullaman was shocked beyond words.

"It doesn't matter where this group knows, the important thing is that you have forgotten your ancestors and helped the abuse!"

"I didn't!" Ulla's forehead was bruised, and he was irritable, and the huge shadow flickered in and out.

"You don't, dare you say you didn't? Then let me ask you, did you hijack the plane?"

"That'...... It was just a misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding, then let me ask you, where is the person you kidnapped now?"

"In ...... This...... I can't say!"

"I don't think you can tell, because those people are dead, dead in the mouths of man-eating lizards. ”

"No way! How could a man-eating lizard eat those people, no kidding!

"No one is joking with you, if those people are really dead, you and your people, all the soul bodies, will have to be buried with you!"

"This ......" Ula was silent, and the shadow of Zhang Yugao flickered even brighter.

"There's nothing about this and that, you arrested me tonight, it's enough to explain your attitude, but I just want to remind you, don't be sold and count the money for you, the sea of bitterness is boundless, and it's the shore to turn back!"

"Do you think I'll be able to turn back?" Ulamon smiled wryly and shook his head.

"At least you don't do anything hurtful to heaven and reason, and you can be regarded as worthy of your ancestors and ancestors!"

"But that man is kind to my family, I promised him that I would help him achieve his inheritance!"

"Looks like you're still obsessed!"

Mu Ping clenched his fists.

"Unless I dissipate completely, ......," Ullaman said again.

"I don't care if you have anything unspeakable, the words have come to this, if you want to fight, you will fight!" Mu Ping was also angry.

For this stubborn person, force is the best persuasion!

The night is like ink. A few stars in the sky blinked lazy eyes, and the ground was dark. The wind rose, and the yellow sofa in the distance roared, and after a while, the bodies of Xiao Hei, the military advisor, and the guard were half buried in the yellow sand.

Mu Ping looked at the ghost figure of Wulaman in front of him, and with a movement of his right hand, a half-foot-sized fireball lit up in his hand, and the fireball emitted bursts of high temperature, and the wind in the sky met the fireball and immediately walked around.

The corners of Ulamen's eyes twitched twice, and it was the fireball that made him feel a palpitation.

What are soul bodies most afraid of? In addition to the magic weapon that can imprison their minds, there is also fire, the fire that Mu Ping conjured up in the palm of his hand, but it can burn them to death in an instant, and there is no scum left.

Not to mention that in the Xuan Demon Continent, even after being reborn on the earth, Mu Ping has dealt with all kinds of soul bodies and unjust souls several times, Da Hei, and those monks in the Doomsday God Realm, which one is not a soul body? In layman's terms, it is a ghost!

The best way to deal with them, the same way to deal with the Mist Clan, is fire!

And the fire in Mu Ping's hand comes from the sun, which is pure and pure, and can cleanse and destroy anything dark.

Otherwise, why don't ghosts dare to come out when the sun comes out?

"Whoosh!"

Ula was full of movement, they disappeared without a trace, and when they reappeared, they were already behind Mu Ping. But when he saw him raise a one-meter-sized ghost claw, he grabbed it at Mu Ping's back.

"Hey!" Mu Ping fell forward, dodging Ulaman's claws, and one rolled over, throwing the fireball in his hand at Ulaman.

Wu Laman didn't dare to hold it up, and his body suddenly moved out to the side for more than a zhang, dodging Mu Ping's attack, flying into the air, and clapping Mu Ping with his head on his head.

Seeing that the dark palm shadow was enlarged in his pupils, Mu Ping was not in a hurry, and also slapped the palm shadow.

It is the first of the three forms of subduing demons - Split Mountain.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided, making an earth-shattering sound, and the surrounding yellow sand was stirred up by the palm wind, like a grenade exploding.

Mu Ping's legs sank deep into the sand, while Ulaman flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and was knocked out thirty meters away.

The two are evenly matched, and there is no difference between victory and defeat.

This Wulaman has definitely reached the fifth layer of Xuandan.

"Whew!"

Before Ullaman could breathe, the fireball flew towards him again under the control of Mu Ping's mental power.

Ula Man didn't dare to make a hard connection, and his whole body turned into a wisp of black smoke and drifted towards the higher sky.

One person and one ghost, ping pong, playing happily.

Mu Ping has been fighting with someone for the first time since he rebuilt the peak of the foundation building, he simply collected the fireball, and the Jiuyang Immortal Gong was operated by him, with only a pair of fleshy palms, and Wu Laman was maneuvering.

"Enjoyable!" "Since he practiced Jiuyang Immortal Gong, he had never fought in such a real battle as today, and for a while he actually fought heartily, he felt that his body was constantly strengthening in the battle, and even his breath was increasing little by little, and his mastery of Jiuyang Immortal Gong was on a higher level.

On the other hand, Wulaman is not as chic as Mu Ping, his face is painful, it is really Mu Ping who is too difficult, not to mention the sharp palm, but also has a long breath, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes, and his strength continues to rise.

"Isn't this scientific, isn't it that the more you fight, the weaker your breath is, how can he be like a chicken blood, and the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes?"

The hint of retreat is even stronger. In addition, with Mu Ping's previous words, he had no doubt that Mu Ping would spread his anger on the soul body of the Ulan Ancient Kingdom. Although the relationship between him and those soul bodies is not harmonious, and he is even an enemy in many things, but after all, it is the bloodline of the Ulan Ancient Kingdom, once he is lost, will he really become a sinner of the Ulan Ancient Kingdom through the ages?

"No, you can't run, you must strangle Mu Ping in the cradle!" Thinking of this, he began to magnify his moves.

But seeing his momentum rise suddenly, "Give me condensation!" The body suddenly grew to three zhang away, wearing black armor, standing on the sand, majestic, Ugin helmet, Ugin armor, the three-foot-long red tassel on the helmet flashed with blood-colored light, and a Ugin big knife was condensed in his hand, and on the head of the knife, the red liquid dripped down, exuding a rich bloody gas.

The main thing is that his body has become translucent, looming and strange, like an alien in battle armor.

Could it be that those powerful aliens are also soul bodies?

But as soon as this idea came out, he suppressed it.

"Haha! If you can die under the general's body, it can be regarded as your creation!"

Wu Laman laughed, raised his big knife, and whined at Mu Ping's head, and slashed over!

"Whew-"

The head of the knife is like a substance, cutting through the night wind, making a cracking sound, if he is struck, Mu Ping is afraid that he will be split in half immediately.

"You're thinking too much!"

Mu Ping had just fought with the Immortal Emperor rank powerhouse, and the ghosts wanted to kill him on the spot, which was tantamount to a fool's dream!

I saw that his body was vertical, and he moved out three feet away, and Ulaman's big knife suddenly fell into the air.

Confused, Mu Ping flew back like a spring.

After Wu Laman conjured up the armor, his body was no longer so flexible, Mu Ping grasped him at this point, and when his moves were old, he had no time to change, he stretched out his right palm and slapped it at the big knife.

At the same time, the spiritual power also launched a wave of attacks.

The palm shadow is not very large, it is only the size of a foot, and the moves are also plain, as if they were joking, casually hitting a palm.

But the palm shadow, in Ulaman's eyes, was tantamount to thunder, instantly scorching him on the outside and tender on the inside.

"Back to basics!" he exclaimed, and was about to draw the knife, but suddenly felt a pinprick pain in his brain, and his eyes were snow-white.

It was Mu Ping's spiritual power that attacked.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you!

Mu Ping didn't give him a chance again, the palm shadow carried a strong wind, and with a "poof", it hit the blade, if you look closely, you will find that there is still a ray of light in the palm shadow.

It's the fire of the sun!

The big knife broke inch by inch, and in an instant, it turned into nothingness.

"Ahh

Ula Man screamed, and the three-zhang tall figure was like an inflated balloon encountering a sharp awl, poofed, and immediately let out a breath, quickly becoming smaller.

Since the big knife was condensed by Ullaman with his own body, just if the big knife was damaged, his body would be greatly damaged, and he didn't have a hundred years of effort, don't want to recover as before.

"Hiss!" Ula Man gasped, and his figure shrank from the size of a foot to about eight feet, and the entire ghost figure lost a circle out of thin air.

"You wait for me!" Ula Man said a cruel word, turned into a mist, and disappeared into thin air.

"Sure enough, he is wearing battle armor!"

To be precise, Wu Laman did not disappear out of thin air, but was invisible, hiding his figure, but the battle armor on his body was very domineering, and Mu Ping's spiritual power could not find a shadow at all.

Suddenly, the sand beneath the ground rumbled and began to tremble.