"The sudden disappearance of the Phantom Race will not be easy. ”

When Qiu Xuan said this, he also looked at the small figure in his hand.

"This is an illusory man about to become an adult, and I can't guess why he provoked us with ridicule, but I think it must have something to do with his parasite. ”

After hearing Qiu Xuan say this, Mu Ning, who was silent, also looked at the phantom people in Qiu Xuan's hands again.

This tiny phantom clansman, under Qiu Xuan's clenched grip, was struggling hard.

Struggling without saying a word.

Mu Ning looked at the phantom man's eyes, and his phantom people's eyes were full of resentment.

"Mu Ning, we can't ask anything from him, the Phantom people are placed in the host house by their people when they are born, they are unconscious from birth, and it is only after they become adults that they awaken their consciousness and thus know their identity. ”

"Parasitic!"

Mu Ning looked at the young son of the Phantom Clan in Qiu Xuan's hand and said these two words softly.

After Mu Ning said these two words, the young son of the Phantom Clan in Qiu Xuan's hand also glared at Mu Ning fiercely with his resentful gaze.

Under the resentful gaze of the young son of the Phantom Clan towards Mu Ning, Mu Ning took the young son of the Phantom Clan from Qiu Xuan's hands.

"Y-damn you!"

"You're - damn it!"

Mu Ning's voice fell, and a boiling, tumbling black flame suddenly burst out from Mu Ning's palm.

Black flames burned in Mu Ning's palm, and a terrible, resentful scream also screamed fiercely in Mu Ning's palm.

The black flames grew more intense, and the screams of bitterness and resentment grew louder and louder.

Harsh?

Muning didn't feel any harshness.

Under the burning of the black flames, the terrible, resentful scream of the young son of the Phantom Clan in Mu Ning's palm became smaller and smaller.

With a scream, the last scream, with a final swan song, its scream came to an abrupt end.

The young son of the Phantom Clan was burned to ashes by the black flames of Muning.

Turning, turning to look at the ground behind him, Muning walked towards the open ground.

Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan glanced at each other and followed in Mu Ning's footsteps.

Ying Quan was behind Mu Ning, quietly looking at Mu Ning's slightly thin and lonely figure, for some reason, a different feeling suddenly rose in his heart.

This different feeling is that his recognition of Mu Ning comes from the depths of his heart.

The same is true for Qiu Xuan, who has had a different kind of emotion towards Mu Ning since the beginning.

It seems that Mu Ning's body is born with a kind of magic, this mysterious and mysterious magic power, so that everyone who approaches Mu Ning and wants to understand Mu Ning will be intoxicated.

"Mu Ning, if we can leave Cassia Mountain and come to my Pan Palace, how about you and I have a drink?"

Ying Quan suddenly opened his mouth and said something that surprised Qiu Xuan.

Ying Quan is such a proud person, the young man who can let him invite him with his body, there are only a handful of people in the Tianqi Continent.

Hearing Ying Quan's words, Mu Ning stopped.

"When I leave Cassia Mountain, I will go to the Immortal Mountain, and my brother is still there. ”

Mu Ning refused very simply, but Ying Quan did not reveal any atmosphere, not only did he not reveal any anger, on the contrary, Ying Quan's thunderous eyes also flashed with a different emotion.

Qiu Xuan had already said that the Candle Dragon Clan would go to the Immortal Mountain with the Flame Flower back, and Mu Ning's friend was also rushing to the Immortal Mountain with half of the Honeysuckle Flower King.

Thinking of the Candle Dragon Clan, Ying Quan's eyes also showed a fierce color.

If you want to marry Lifeng, I Yingquan wants to stir up the Huang family.

Mu Ning descended into the open underground, and Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan followed closely behind.

What greeted the eyes of the three of them was a miserable underground world, and what came into the eyes of the three of them was a world of Shura that could not be described in words.

Going down into the ground, it was an open place, and in this open place, Mu Ning saw, saw piles of white bones, Mu Ning saw, saw, blood cloud trees that looked like blood cloud trees.

The crystal clear red lights up this space.

Each Blood Cloud Tree was also inlaid with a human figure.

The figure embedded in it was also red.

This is not a Blood Cloud Tree at all, but a Blood Tree.

The blood is, the blood of the people of the Outlands, and the people embedded in the tree of blood are also the people of the Outlands.

Standing in front of Sensen's white bones, Mu Ning could even see the red scale armor falling from the side of his white bones, not only the red scale armor, but also the black armor, and even the black flag.

This person, this flag, this armor, this scale, Mu Ning has all seen it on the top of the clouds.

This corpse with white bones no longer reveals their identity to Mu Ning.

They are the people of Yunsheng and the people of Tamuning.

After Mu Ning saw this scene, his eyes were also bloodshot, Mu Ning was angry, and his body was trembling.

"No forgiveness!"

It wasn't until this moment that Mu Ning knew the true meaning of the word "unforgiveness".

The Phantom people who have done such a terrible thing are guilty of unforgivable and unforgivable.

"No forgiveness!"

Mu Ning's angry, sad, and sad figure sounded in Mu Ning's mind.

"No forgiveness!"

As if he felt Mu Ning's intentions, the pardon decree in Mu Ning's arms also said the word "no forgiveness" in Mu Ning's mind.

Ying Quan and Qiu Xuan were also shocked, shocked by what they saw.

How is life defined in the eyes of the Phantoms?

Why did they do such horrific things?

The white bones of the forest are stacked like mountains, and the blood trees are almost dazzling.

At the moment when Mu Ning and the three of them set foot here, the moment Mu Ning and the three of them saw everything here, the dazzling blood trees, the red figures inlaid in the dazzling blood trees, all opened their resentful eyes. Sanjiu Chinese Network

A blood-red liquid flowed down the branches of the blood tree.

In an instant, it converged into a blood-colored river.

The blood-colored river was winding its way forward, and the dazzling array of blood trees were also swaying their branches.

Mockery, swaying ridicule!

Each of its red figures embedded in the blood tree also began to laugh wildly.

"That's a big deal. ”

"Do the Phantom Clansmen want to dominate the Tianqi Continent?"

Qiu Xuan's voice was also shocked.

There are thousands of blood trees in this place, which also represents the number of young sons of the Phantom Clan.

Unexpectedly, under Cassia Mountain, there was such a secret.

Only the young sons, and what about the grown phantoms? Where are they?

Perhaps, they have already integrated into the various races of the Tianqi Continent.

Thinking of this, Qiu Xuan couldn't help but show a look of shock.

Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan didn't notice Mu Ning's different anger.

The two of them only thought that Muning's anger was the same as theirs.

But it's not.

Mu Ning's anger was uncontrollable.

The blood-colored river flows into Muning's feet.

Mu Ning was unconscious.

The red figures embedded in the blood tree were intruding towards them, showing their ridicule and contempt.

Muning turned a deaf ear.

Step forward, step on the river of blood.

Hold the sword, lift the monstrous fire, and move forward.

As he walked forward, Mu Ning gradually closed his eyes.

He heard a faint mournful voice, which was mixed with wanton ridicule, so ironic.

He heard, heard the mournful voices of the mountains of white bones, as if Muning could also see the scene of them being slaughtered as cattle.

"Damn it!"

Mu Ning closed his eyes and suddenly opened a pair of black eyes.

"Unforgiving, the sins of your phantom race are unforgivable. ”

Holding the Heavenly Sword in his hand, stepping on the blood-red river, Mu Ning's voice was as cold as a secluded spring under the Nine Shadows.

"No forgiveness! The evil of the Phantom Race is not forgiven, it is not forgiven, the sins of the Phantom Race are not forgiven. ”

Walking in front of the first blood tree, Muning stopped.

There were tears in his eyes.

A cyan Qi stream slowly floated out of Mu Ning's body, and this cyan Qi flow sank into the blood tree in front of it.

At the moment when the cyan Qi flow submerged into this blood tree, the figure inside the blood tree, its wanton ridicule, also suddenly stopped.

The wanton ridicule came to an abrupt end, replaced by struggle, resentment, and screaming.

The red figure struggled within the Blood Tree.

It was as if the red figure was fighting against something.

A black sword descended from the torso of the Blood Tree, and the black sword that descended from the torso of the Blood Tree fell into the hands of the red figure who was struggling hard.

Raise your sword!

Raise your sword in the midst of a desperate struggle!

Raise your sword!

In the midst of the fierce struggle, he raised his sword in the eyes full of resentment towards Mu Ning.

Raise your sword and kill yourself!

A red skull rolled out of the Blood Tree and tumbled to Muning's feet.

A small figure escaped from the body within the Blood Tree, and the moment it burst into the Blood Tree, Mu Ning suddenly stretched out a palm covered with black flames.

Black flames boiled in Mu Ning's palm, and black flames surged in Mu Ning's palm.

Grasp this tiny figure in the palm of his hand, and let its tiny figure scream and struggle in Mu Ning's hands.

A raging black flame burned.

The shrill scream gradually collapsed under the raging black flames.

Scattered was this tiny figure.

Ying Quan stared at the seemingly faint cyan Qi stream that lingered around Mu Ning's body, and his eyes showed a look of doubt.

If it was a coincidence that the red figure killed himself in front of Mu Ning.

So, what about the moment?

The same self-slaughter, the same cyan flow.

What exactly is the cyan Qi current in Mu Ning's body?

Why, he could let the red figures in the blood tree kill themselves in front of Mu Ning one by one?

Ying Quan was puzzled, and Qiu Xuan was also puzzled.

The two of them just quietly looked at Mu Ning in front of them, and looked at Mu Ning who was moving forward on a long river of blood.

Mysterious!

Decisive!

Mu Ning stepped on the blood-colored river under his feet and walked towards the blood tree in front of him again.