All the ridicule also stopped abruptly at this moment!

Instead, it's quiet!

Dead silence!

The red figures within the Thousand Blood Trees began to turn their red eyes, turning their red eyes to look at Mu Ning, who was walking towards them step by step.

Screaming, they began to scream with resentment as Moonin took every step.

Screaming, they began to use a piercing scream as they walked one by one, sending their fear and resentment to Muning.

It's just that no matter how much they scream and scream, Muning is deaf.

Walking on the long river of blood, Mu Ning walked in front of a blood tree.

The same cyan current, the same twisting and struggling.

In the twisting and struggling, it is the same self-infliction.

Mu Ning stretched out the hand of Black Flame and grabbed the tiny young son of the Phantom Clan.

Hold tight, hold tightly.

The screams and screams clenched again.

A voice that could not be described in words sounded in Mu Ning's palm.

The young son of the Phantom Clan was twisted into powder by Mu Ning.

Step again, towards the Blood Tree in front of you.

At the moment when Mu Ning took another step, the young son of the phantom clan in the thousand blood trees began to let out a scream that was even more terrible than before.

The body of the tree swayed, the branches swayed, and the blood-colored river began to rise from the surface as boiling bubbles under the shaking and swaying.

"Goo-dong...... Gollum ......"

It was as if some behemoth was lurking in the blood-colored river.

Mu Ning walked in front of the Blood Tree in front of him, and the fate of this young son of the Phantom Clan was already obvious.

Mu Ning's way of killing the young son of the Phantom Clan, as if he, Mu Ning, was the enemy of their Phantom Clan.

Resolute and cruel, even, it can be called a kind of madness.

In a frenzy?

Who is the real madman?

The blood-colored bubbles under his feet intensified, and as they intensified, a blood-red head emerged from the blood-colored river.

The red head that emerged from the blood-colored river stretched out a pair of arms from the blood-colored river, a pair of arms covered with red scale armor.

Holding the blood-colored river with both hands, this humanoid dressed in red scale armor slowly crawled out of the blood-colored river.

Such a picture is not unique.

In the midst of the screams of the thousand phantom young sons, one after another red, red-scaled humanoids crawled out of the blood-colored river.

Crawling the blood-colored river, turning his body, there were hundreds of such humanoids, and they all looked at Mu Ning who was standing on the blood-colored river.

At the moment when these hundreds of humanoids appeared in the blood-colored river, the thousand young sons of the Phantom Race, as if cheering, began to let out a sharp scream.

Cheer!

The swaying branches are cheering.

Cheers, thousands of Phantom Clan children are cheering.

They were no longer afraid, for slavery had arisen to protect them.

Tears glistened in Muning's eyes.

How could he not recognize, how could he not recognize.

The humanoids who stand on the long river of blood, they are, they are all Yunsheng's clansmen-

Tears glistened, eyes bloodshot.

The humanoids who stood on the long river of blood, their eyes were cloudy, and their bodies were hideous, hideous scars, hideous blood holes.

What Mu Ning saw was all telling Mu Ning about the kind of injustice they had suffered during their lifetime.

Under the ravages of injustice, they are now just a puppet, a puppet with no thoughts.

Mu Ning didn't know how the Phantom Clan managed to make them puppets, and at this moment, Mu Ning only knew that it was time to let them sleep forever.

Hundreds of humanoids, stepping on the blood-colored river, rushed towards Mu Ning in one by one.

At the moment when hundreds of humanoids rushed towards Mu Ning, Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan also rushed towards Mu Ning at the same time.

It's just that Qiu Xuan and Ying Quanfang took off into the air, and they were stopped by Mu Ning raising his hand.

"Let me come, this is the last glory I can give to them, to defend them. ”

Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan stopped at the same time, although they didn't quite understand what Mu Ning meant by this, they could hear Mu Ning's trembling voice.

Shiver!

This trembling is a kind of extreme forbearance, and under the extreme forbearance, it is necessary to make a sound that can only be made by crying.

Qiu Xuan retreated to the same place, and Ying Quan retreated to the same place.

The two of them looked at the slightly thin figure standing in the blood-colored river.

What kind of powerful heart is contained in Mu Ning's thin body?

A faint cyan stream lingered around Mu Ning, and Mu Ning did not use the black flames in his body.

The Sky Tribulation Sword responded to Mu Ning's wishes and flew back behind Mu Ning.

Step ahead and meet the hundred humanoids.

A strange scene appeared, no, it wasn't bizarre, it was shocking, a scene that shocked Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan.

A faint cyan stream lingered around Mu Ning, and Mu Ning, bathed in the cyan flow, walked to the first red humanoid creature that rushed in front of Mu Ning.

The black sword in the humanoid creature had already condensed into a red practice, and its red training had also reached its peak.

Black sword, torrent, dull eyes!

Raising the black long sword in the sluggishness, the red horse condensed by the sword body slashed straight down towards Mu Ning.

Mu Ning stood in place, raising his eyes to look at the red figure in front of him. Good

Streams of cyan Qi emitted faint blue light around Mu Ning's body.

The blue light spread like a vine in front of the red figure, climbing around the red figure.

This faint blue light is still spreading forward.

Hundreds of red horses were also pouring down towards Mu Ning.

At the moment when the hundreds of hideous red horses were training, opening their bloody mouths and engulfing Mu Ning more and more.

When Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan wanted to ignore Mu Ning's previous obstacles, they wanted to rush forward and rescue Mu Ning.

A bizarre scene appeared.

Mu Jingjing stood quietly under the red horse with a large mouth open for blood, and gently pursed his lips.

Ying Quan couldn't hear it, Qiu Xuan couldn't hear it, they only saw Mu Ning pursing his lips, but they didn't hear what Mu Ning said to the hundred red figures.

It was also the moment when Mu Ning closed his lips, and it was also the moment when the cyan Qi stream like vines spread to the surrounding bodies of hundreds of red figures.

The hundred red pi trainings that were about to engulf Mu Ning suddenly reversed their direction.

The blade of the sword moved horizontally, and in the horizontal movement, it suddenly slashed towards itself.

This is a shocking scene, and this is a tragic scene that cannot be described in words.

Kill yourself!

Hundreds of red figures killed themselves in front of Mu Ning.

Hundreds of heads fell to the ground, and hundreds of bodies poured into the long river of blood.

"Go home!"

"Go home!"

It was the last swan song left behind by the hundred heads falling from their bodies, after the hundred heads fell from their bodies.

"Go home!"

Mu Ning pursed his lips and said these two words softly.

One tear dropped, two tears dripped ......

Muning heard their devastated hearts, their last remaining wishes.

"Go home!"

If you don't live up to your home, why do you want to go home?

Hundreds of heads and hundreds of bodies gradually sank into the blood-red river.

Mu Ning took a step and continued to walk.

In the process of moving forward, a tear is also falling silently.

The young son of the Thousand Phantom Clan, who was originally jubilant, fell into silence again, and after the silence, he once again let out a scream and scream at Mu Ning.

They're scared, they're scared.

There are lives that are not worthy of mercy.

And the Phantom Race is one of them.

There is no need for pity, what Mu Ning did also made Qiu Xuan and Ying Quan feel deeply admired.

It's really exciting.

Qiu Xuan's wonderful eyes were full of Mu Ning's figure.

Ying Quan looked at Qiu Xuan consciously, this was the first time Ying Quan, the first time he saw it, Qiu Xuan would show such a gaze to a man.

This gaze is not only pure appreciation, but also mixed with a lot of different feelings.

He knew, knew that from now on, this sister of his would no longer be able to hold other men in her heart.

For Mu Ning, I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing?

Because, as far as Ying Quan knows, among the young people who love his sister, there is a son of Tianjiao who even he is afraid of.

Nine Heavenly Birds, one of the ten, Qingqiong Qin Yi.

Ying Quan withdrew his gaze from Qiu Xuan and turned to look at Mu Ning in front of him.

The cyan Qi stream regathered around Mu Ning's body, and Mu Ning stepped on the long river of blood and continued to move forward.

Let the thousands of young sons of the Phantom Clan let out a terrible scream.

They were greeted with only one result.

Pieces.

It was as if the cyan Qi that lingered around Mu Ning was the nemesis of the red figure embedded in the blood tree.

It was as if the cyan Qi that lingered around Mu Ning was the original owner of the blood tree.

Thousands of young sons of the Phantom Clan have no way to resist, they can't resist at all, this killing god is killing them.

They're scared, they're scared, they're scared, they're scared, they're scared,

It's ridiculous!

Streams of cyan Qi began to spread like vines towards the blood trees.

Muning picked up his pace.

A bloody tree is crumbling, and red figures are killing themselves.

This scene was so shocking that even Ying Quan couldn't help but gasp.

In the blink of an eye, dozens of red figures killed themselves in the blood tree, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of red figures killed themselves in the blood tree.

This is their last dignity and their last glory.

After the cyan Qi current spread into the hundred blood trees, after hundreds of red figures raised their swords to kill themselves, their heads rolled down from the blood trees, and their last swan song sounded in Mu Ning's ears.

"Star Lord ——!"

It's a deafening sound, it's a heart-shaking sound.

Although the heads of the hundred red figures fell, they knelt down on their knees at the same time at the moment when the blood tree shattered.

Falling to their knees, their bodies shattering with the blood tree as they jumped.

Under the raging, boiling, tumbling black flames surrounding Mu Ning, the young sons of the Phantom Race who rushed out of the blood tree were all captured by Mu Ning's black flames.