The remnants of the leaves in the forest flew horizontally, the wooden branches trembled violently, and the wood a few feet away spiraled towards the surrounding body with a spiritual power, and above the head, a flame lion phantom was angry and motionless.

The cloud opens with a high-quality heart method, and the flame lion is mighty!

"Today, you will not escape with your wings. Mu waved his long sleeves, and his right hand turned into a claw, wrapped around the fiery red spiritual power like a lion's claw.

A few people in the rear followed closely behind and came towards Mo Ling and Mo Qinghe, and they were attacked by the enemy on their backs, and there was no way to advance or retreat.

"Qinghe, I'll stop them for a while, you look for a chance......" Mo Ling just wanted to say that you are looking for a chance to escape first, but before he finished speaking, the Mo Qinghe spear on the side suddenly stabbed out, and the cold light did not refuse whether the front was nine deaths or no return, just a battle, without the slightest fear, although tens of millions of people went to me, this is Mo Qinghe's martial arts.

"Please take the gun!" The tip of the cold spear in front of Mo Qinghe pointed directly at the wooden centripetal mouth, and a little cold ice cyclone spread rapidly, and finally wrapped the entire spear head, "Hanjiang Thorn!"

"The ninth stage of the Qi Spirit Realm can use such a fierce spear momentum, if you are allowed to continue to grow, he will definitely be another big trouble for my Mu family one day. You say, how can I keep you?" A trace of astonishment flashed in the depths of Mu Xiang's gaze, and then the killing intent became even stronger.

"You talk too much nonsense!" Mo Qinghe still didn't change his face, only had a fighting spirit.

"Don't forget, there's me!" a figure suddenly flew over the Moqing River. It seems that there is a wind to support the line, above the palms, two winds that are a little stronger than the Moqing River, descending from the sky, straight to the door of the wood.

The cloud opens with high-grade martial arts, eight styles against the wind, the sixth style, and a long wind and waves!

"The mayfly shakes the tree, and it can't measure its own strength!" Mu Xiang first poked out with a claw, and at a clever angle, his wrist bent, easily bypassing the cold ray, clamping the barrel of the jet-black spear, and then his wrist shook, and the sharp spear was suddenly shaken away.

At this time, the palm wind that fell from the sky was also killed, and I saw Mu stepping lightly under his feet, and his figure suddenly flew forward.

Mo Qinghe, whose cold spear was clamped, tried his best to pull the spear back from Mu Xiang's hand, but he couldn't do anything at all, so he had to let Mu Xiang drag him away.

Mo Ling's "Eight Styles of Resisting the Wind and the Sixth Style of Long Wind and Waves" fell suddenly, but it missed, only blasting the thick thigh-thick trunk of the tree where Mu Xiang had been standing before, and with a "click", it broke into two.

After Mu Xiang stood still again, his body turned, and his arm was thrown out suddenly, throwing Mo Qinghe directly out with the gun.

Mo Qinghe, who was powerless to resist at all, was like a humanoid cannonball, smashing straight at Mo Ling, who missed with a blow not far away and didn't have time to close his palm.

Mo Qinghe hurriedly put away the gun, and with his back, he collided with Mo Ling fiercely. In this way, the two of them huddled together in embarrassment and fell to the ground.

The blow will collapse, and the gap is like a moat.

The criss-crossing branches and foliage trunks could not stop the two of them from falling, "poof", and a dull sound came from the bushes below.

Mu Xiang commanded the men, "Go, tie them up." ”

"Yes!" several people responded and swept downward.

Mo Ling and Mo Qinghe only felt that the bones in their bodies were almost falling apart, and they had splitting headaches. But at the moment, the two of them couldn't breathe for a while, and got up from the bushes with difficulty, Mo Ling looked up at several rapidly descending figures above, and took out a pitch-black projectile from his arms.

Mo Ling raised his head and shouted at the others, "Eat my burst bomb!"

Immediately, he threw the black projectile in his hand into the air

The faces of the few people above changed after hearing the sound, and they immediately stopped the downward momentum and fled in all directions.

The "Burst Bomb" is a special bomb specially designed to deal with demon beasts, and if used properly, it can even seriously injure second-order demon beasts, and its power should not be underestimated.

I only heard a loud "bang", but it was far less powerful than a few people expected.

At the place where the projectile exploded, there was no obvious explosion power except for a thick black smoke that filled a radius of three or four meters.

"Bastard! It's not a 'burst bomb', it's just a regular stray bomb!"

Several people couldn't help but curse angrily, and then they all tore off a piece of cloth to cover their mouths and noses to prevent inhaling the pungent black smoke, and immediately passed directly through the thick smoke screen to pursue and capture the two cunning teenagers.

But by the time they broke out of the smoke screen and plunged into the bushes below, the figures of Mo Ling and Mo Qinghe had long since disappeared.

"Stubborn resistance. Mu Xiang above looked at the two lost dogs below the jungle farther away, and his figure flashed and chased away.

The two of them struggled to run through the bushes, and they could no longer care about the sharp pain from their wounds, which could have been forgotten long ago in the face of death. Although Mo Ling used a little trick to buy some time for the two of them to escape, as long as Mu Xiang in the rear was still there, it would not take much effort to catch up. The two of them had already learned the strength of the martial arts level before, and they were not a joint general at all, let alone an egg hitting a stone, it was completely a moth to a fire. Eggs touching stones can also make stones fishy, but Mu Xiang can completely cover his palm, that is, he can easily kill them. The only thing that can be done now is to escape, and only then can we find a glimmer of life.

The bushes in front of them became denser and denser, and the sharp branches kept leaving scratches on the two of them, small but numerous wounds like ants crawling on them one after another, frantically gnawing and biting.

And if they continue to go deeper, they will soon enter the inner layer of the Demon Beast Mountain Range, and even if there is no Mu Xiang, the powerful demon beasts attracted by the smell of blood on their bodies will be able to eat them without even bones left.

Just when Mo Ling was worried, there was a rustling sound from the bushes on the side, as if something was rushing towards this side.

Mo Qinghe's face froze, and he placed the spear in front of him.

The next moment, a fiery red shadow tore through the bushes and flew out, and two brown claws the size of an adult's palm slapped fiercely on Mo Qinghe's spear.

The sparks splashed everywhere, and Mo Qinghe, who had no two or three points of strength left, was suddenly slapped out by the huge force.

"Brown fire rat?" Mo Ling was shocked, looking at the fiery red rat-shaped demon beast that swept two or three steps away from him, about the size of an adult, with a flame-like mane, slender and sharp forelimbs, and a thick and short lower limb, it licked a pair of forelimbs that seemed to be numb from the shock, and slowly turned around, two long and sharp front teeth like hoes that cut the ground, and looked towards Mo Ling viciously.

Mo Ling was first glad that from the morphological point of view, this should be a juvenile brown fire rat, and the grade was roughly at the level of the first order and the lower grade demon beast. Unfortunately, with his current physical condition, even if he is a brown fire rat cub like this, it doesn't take much effort to treat him as a meal.

Mo Ling can be regarded as having a personal experience of what a house leak is, and it rained overnight, and the boat was late and had a head wind.

The brown fire rat opened its small but long, pointed, bloody mouth, and let out a series of piercing sounds like iron scraping against each other, and its hoe-like teeth stretched out longer. Immediately, the pair of stubby lower limbs suddenly picked up a handful of mud crumbs, and rushed towards Mo Ling with help.

Mo Ling didn't dare to resist, so he had to use all his strength to turn around and avoid the collision of the brown fire rat. The brown fire rat fell into the air, and on all fours ploughed two narrow ravines in the ground, uprooting the two rows of shrubs in its pass. The picture is more spectacular than a wild ox dragging a rake and rampage.

The brown fire rat's mane shuddered and exploded like an angry hedgehog.

The corners of Mo Ling's mouth twitched, "Little guy, it's not good to be so short-tempered at a young age." ”

I don't know if this thing can understand people's words, but it is even more annoyed at the moment, and Mo Ling feels it.

Mo Ling took out the last of the Mystery Bullet from his arms, intending to make one last attempt. But at this moment, Mo Ling saw the top of the tree trunk not far away, jumping back and forth to approach the wooden direction here.

Mo Ling had a plan and withdrew the maze bullet again. He used the few spiritual powers left in the dantian, all of which were gathered on his legs, and then shuttled back and forth from side to side in an "S" shaped step, and in the blink of an eye, he dodged to the rear position of the brown fire rat, turning his back to the wood in the direction where he was coming from to chase and kill.

There was a hint of doubt in the small fiery eyes of the brown fire rat, what is this human like a monkey jumping around? It turned around, its forelimbs forward, and rushed towards Mo Ling again.

Mo Ling seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and when the brown fire rat was half a foot away from him, his legs kicked suddenly, and he jumped two or three meters high, dodging the sharp forelimbs of the brown fire rat.

The brown fire rat fell into the air again, and two more narrow ravines appeared on the ground.

Mo Ling landed abruptly, clapped his hands, and saw that Mu Xiang had arrived here, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a sly arc.

"Even this Demon Beast Mountain Range is going to be against you, Mo family boy, do you say I want you to die, or is it the will of heaven?" Mu Xiang fell down and stood with his hands in his hands to look at Mo Ling from afar.

Mo Ling didn't respond, just stared at the brown fire rat and smiled even more.

I saw the brown fire rat slowly turn around, and the sharp pincers were already aimed at the wood, and a threatening shrill cry came out of its mouth.

Compared to Mo Ling, Mu Xiang, whose strength was surpassing him, must be the person who posed the greatest threat to the Brown Fire Rat Territory at this time. The Brown Fire Rat, a vegetarian demon beast, does not take the initiative to hurt people, but is extremely sensitive to territorial awareness. Anyone or anything that sets foot in their territory will be seen by them as an enemy who covets their territory.

And it is extremely interesting that they do not choose to protest and expel them, but they must wipe them out as soon as possible.

This stems from the fact that the brown fire rat has a headache but admirable temperament, short-tempered and not afraid of life and death, no matter how strong an opponent you are, it dares to touch it.

In order to better enter the Demon Beast Mountain Range to practice, Mo Ling has worked hard, and has also read many ancient books for this purpose, one of which records hundreds of demon beasts in the "Hundred Beasts", there is a detailed introduction to the brown fire rat.

Mu Xiang noticed that the target of the brown fire rat turned angry, and he was immediately annoyed by this guy who didn't know what to do in his way, and scolded: "Evil beast!

But the brown fire rat ignored it and rushed straight at him.

Mo Ling secretly gave a thumbs up to the spirit of the brown fire rat that was not afraid of death. Immediately, he quickly pushed aside the bushes and found Mo Qinghe, who was slapped by the brown fire rat and fell to the ground, picked up the pitch-black spear with one hand, and humped Mo Qinghe to his back with the other.

"Put me down, I can go on my own. Mo Qinghe lay on Mo Ling's back like soft mud, and said with a dying breath.

Mo Ling reprimanded him: "Don't talk nonsense, don't wait for it to turn it up for you, I won't look back at you then!"

Mo Qinghe pursed his mouth, as if he had said something, but his voice was so subtle that he couldn't hear it clearly. It seems that he really has no strength.

Mo Ling used his spear to push away the bushes and scrambled deeper, and soon heard the miserable whine of a brown fire rat behind him.

Unexpectedly, if it took a lot of trouble to deal with a first-order juvenile brown fire rat, he would not be the third master of the Mu family.

However, immediately after that, another scream that was more thunderous than the young brown fire rat's voice and almost formed a wave of momentum spread behind Mo Ling, full of anger.

It was also expected by Mo Ling.

Juvenile brown fire rats usually share the same nest as their mothers, and will only survive independently after they have evolved into second-order demon beasts as adults. That hiss must have been the mother of the young brown fire rat. Now, it's time for Mu Xiang to drink a pot.

"The books in the library are not all useless, so next time I won't tear down the old man's chair. After simply waiting to go out, I went downstairs to buy a good cloud on the altar and treated the old man, anyway, I dismantled so many chairs for him, I was embarrassed. Mo Ling said and turned his head to glance at Mo Qinghe on his back, "You said yes, Qinghe?"

Mo Qinghe rolled his eyes.

"It's boring, why do you say I just asked you to come to the Demon Beast Mountain Range, like a stuffy gourd all day long, if it weren't for my good mentality and broad mood, I wouldn't have been depressed early?" Mo Ling muttered, how could I still be under siege, and if I didn't do it, I would be scared and panicked.

As soon as Mo Qinghe closed his eyes, he simply pretended to faint.

"Why do you think I'm so difficult?" I ......" Mo Ling was about to complain about Mo Qinghe's indifference, when he suddenly found that his feet seemed to be empty, and there was a hint of vanity.

The next moment, the two teenagers who had fallen to the extreme, like two leather balls, rolled straight down. The two of them danced their teeth and claws in mid-air for nearly five seconds, and there was a "poof", which was the sound of sinking to the bottom of the water.

Mo Ling came out of the water, and when he looked at it, it was a dark cold pool.

The endless pool surface is traceless and waveless, and it is almost a pool of stagnant water. Even the fall of the two failed to stir up many ripples, and they were lifeless.

Above the jungle, there was the sound of fierce fighting and the angry howl of adult brown fire rats. Mo Ling grabbed Mo Ling's shoulder with one hand to prevent him from exhausting and drowning into the water, and with the other hand, he used a spear as a pulp and tried to paddle to the shore in front of him. Fortunately, it was not far from the shore, so it didn't take long for the two teenagers to gradually get to the shore.

However, just when it was only one zhang away from successful landing, a strange vortex suddenly appeared in the center of the cold pool, and the vortex slowly expanded at an extremely fast speed. After Mo Ling found out, he immediately struggled to paddle his arm and tried to land as fast as he could, but he was still chased by the whirlpool in just a few breaths.

The two of them were immediately firmly pulled by a huge suction, no matter how Mo Ling struggled, he couldn't move forward any further, and when the vortex completely overflowed the figures of the two, the power of the suction increased again. In this way, the two teenagers were like two decaying and dead leaves in the center of the tuyere, and they were sucked towards the center of the vortex without any room for resistance.

In the end, the biting cold pool water completely submerged the two and swept them into the bottom of the pool.

Mo Ling and Mo Qinghe's eyes were black, as if they were falling into the abyss.