"Transformation Realm powerhouse!"

At the moment when Mu Ziye played out his aura, the man exclaimed, obviously he didn't expect that such a young boy in front of him would be a powerhouse in the Transformation God Realm.

"I'll give you one more chance, leave now, and I'll spare you from dying. ”

Hearing Mu Ziye's words, the man's slightly shocked face became gloomy again: "Little thief, don't think that you can be so arrogant when you step into the god realm, it's not that I haven't killed people in the god transformation realm." ”

As the words fell, the man took out three silver needles from his arms, these three silver needles were given to him by the master before going down the mountain, and they belonged to magic weapons, and he urged with all his strength to break the protective vitality of the God Realm.

"Little thief, you have cultivated to the realm of transforming gods at a young age, which is really rare in a hundred years

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