Muyang's situation is completely in an illusion. But I don't know the true face of Lushan, only because I am in this mountain. Of course, he himself did not know this crucial point, and he couldn't see why this was happening.

Isn't the man who slaughtered his own people, the one who held the bone whip, himself? And there was no emotion in his eyes, and there was a fierce red light, and the light burst out, and the runes in his hands became strange and terrifying.

The killing, the blood, the ashes, these acts seemed to give him a strong pleasure, so he never tired of it. In the face of those frightened eyes in front of him, he didn't care at all. Because these people were the ones who were sorry for him first.

Mu Yang stood in the central courtyard of his mansion, watching the blood splattered everywhere, and the flesh and blood were flying, and even the flesh had been splashed on his face. Blood slid down his cheeks. The sensation is so clear that it's impossible to tell whether it's a fantasy or a reality.

From the beginning of the roar, crazy to stop. Because these people are his people anyway. Even if there was hatred and unpleasant experiences before, it was a matter of my own family, and it didn't come to this point.

"Stop...... Stop......" As if in a whirlpool, a powerful force restrained Muyang itself, and he couldn't do anything for a while, watching the bloody picture continue to spread, and he had no ability to resist, it was too helpless.

Slowly, the people of Mufu had almost disappeared. Every person who disappeared, the last look at him, was an extremely hateful, extremely resentful look. Unconsciously, Mu Yang's figure trembled a little.

Holding his head with both hands, trying to cover his ears and shield it all. But this fear comes from the depths of the soul and cannot be avoided at all. The unsettling feeling of curling yourself up in one place, trying to escape from such a picture.

At this time, the blood shadow holding the Beast King's bone whip slowly stopped. The blood red in his eyes began to fade. But he turned around step by step, and seemed to be able to see Mu Yang accurately, stepping forward, a sneer rising at the corner of his mouth.

"What? Are you afraid? Are you afraid? Aren't you the Holy Lord? Aren't you the savior of this world? Muyang, why don't you stop it now? Why are you hiding here alone? Hehe...... It's useless. ”

It was as if there were black silk threads entwining Muyang, and he completely lost contact with the outside world. The existence in front of him is a hurdle that he can't get over in the depths of his heart. So naturally there is a place of vulnerability. It's hard to cheer up in such a state.

The right hand stretched out, easily grabbed Mu Yang, and slowly lifted it up. The latter's face and expression, without even the slightest resistance, just stared indifferently at the blood shadow in front of him: "You...... How long are you going to get entangled?"

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Muyang, you are still so naïve. I really didn't expect that after so many things, you would still be so self-righteous. What do you think I am? I'm one with you, don't you understand?"

Glancing at him coldly, Mu Yang continued: "Do you think I will believe it? It's just a little illusion trick, the real heart demon has long been blocked by me in the dark area, do you think you can deceive me in this way?"

Bang! Bang! Mu Yang flew out fiercely and hit the ground. The pain is real, and there is no hint of falsehood. After getting up with difficulty, Mu Yang still asked directly: "Who are you, and what tricks do you have?"

The seal of both hands, the phantom retracted the Beast King's bone whip, and a familiar seal was condensed in his hand. One after another, a whirlpool of true qi was generated, and all kinds of mysterious fist shadows flashed, blasting out violently, and the place in front of him exploded.

This is obviously Mu Yang's means, although he used a strange aura, but the appearance is similar: "Why do you think I would use such a trick? Mu Yang, don't you still want to believe the facts?"

The so-called blockade cannot be forever. When Muyang had doubts about himself in his heart, he had already loosened. After a long period of attrition, that blockade simply didn't last long, so it was normal to rush out.

"What? I want to try other tricks?" the hands were sealed again, this time not the flow of true qi, but the trembling of mysterious soul power. Bursts of energy cyclones appeared in the sky, and then phantoms appeared one after another.

The soul power wandered away, bound the souls of all the clansmen of the Mu family, and placed them in front of Mu Yang one by one: "Which move is this, you should know very well, right? Muyang, do you want to watch these clansmen disappear one by one?"

The art of soul control is the secret art of the soul clan. Because the Holy Maiden Ruan Linlin had only told him about one person, and he was the only foreigner who had successfully cultivated. So this trick can't be fake. Mu Yang's mood began to waver, and his steps retreated.

In the process of retreating, it represents hesitation. Because of this mood, a dark side began to appear around him, constantly spreading: "Impossible, you can't appear again, it must be an illusion, an illusion!"

The vicious gaze was real, and so was the look of horror. Muyang deceived himself, but this is too ridiculous. Before he knew it, the dark energy was about to envelop him, which was not a good sign.

"Haha...... Ha ha...... Holy Master, is there a time when you are so afraid?" In the center of the black qi was actually an impenetrable black hole, attacking towards Muyang.

With his palms on his chest, Mu Yang could only instinctively block it. But at this moment, the expected severe pain did not come, but a pure energy made Muyang feel very warm. Tentatively opening his eyes, what is going on?

Boom!boom...... Buzzing...... Bang. With a muffled sound, the blood shadow was directly shaken away. Then the darkness around them faded away, replaced by a less dazzling light. Mu Yang's body slowly flew up.

Feeling the familiar breath, Muyang closed his eyes and quietly experienced. He had never experienced such a feeling, but he had a brief feeling from his father at that time. In other words, the clansmen approved of him?

"The people of my Mu family have never been soft bones. Muyang, no matter what you have to face, you just need to move forward. Remember one sentence, none of the children and grandchildren of my Mu family will ever be a bad seed, understand?"

Opening his eyes, Mu Yang found that transparent spirits were spinning around him. Familiar faces appeared. This is the Mu family. Their spirits all surround Muyang. The echo of blood and essence cannot be changed.

At this time, a phantom that Mu Yang had been missing for a long time appeared. The transparent palm was placed on Muyang's shoulder: "Hehe...... Brother, giving up so quickly doesn't look like your style. Is this a little difficulty stopping you?"

Almost crying, Mu Yang's eyes widened, staring at the phantom in front of him. Who is this not Zhang Erdan? It turns out that their spirits have always been by their side. It's just that as the Holy Lord, that little bit of holy light has not been activated.

His hands naturally formed a knot that he didn't recognize. Then a circle of condensed light enveloped it. In the next second, a powerful pillar of light surged on Mu Yang's body. This pillar of light has the power of purification, and it rises to the sky.

"A little light appears, and everything is restored. Break the demons and turn them into purity, and return to nature. As he muttered, the light spread in all directions. Click, click, bang, the encirclement of the illusion collapsed, and a wave of energy directly returned to the past.

(End of chapter)