The majesty exuded by these fourteen golden characters made the five Eighteen Tribulation Scattered Immortals also tremble.

Mu Zimo, who bore the brunt of the attack, turned even pale, and his eyes showed a look of despair, he never thought that the owner of Silver Moon Island would actually be as knowledgeable as him.

If it was the previous competitions, the owner of Silver Moon Island would not care too much, but this year's Dragon List competition was different.

In this year's Hidden Dragon List Competition, there were two geniuses, Xie Fan and Yang Qing, no matter which of the two of them became the top of the list, with the help of fifty percent of the silver moon island's thousand-year luck, they could rise to become super strong.

At that time, as the owner of Silver Moon Island, his luck will also increase, and he can refine more laws into his bloodline and improve his own heritage.

If Mu Zimo gets the top spot this time, all this has nothing to do with him, even if Mu Zimo achieves something in the future, it will be the head of their family who will get the benefits.

"Lord of Iwazuru Island, why do you bother to be like a junior!"

A light laugh suddenly came from the void, and this sentence also turned into fourteen golden characters, facing the fourteen golden characters spit out by the Lord of Silver Moon Island.

Twenty-eight golden characters collided in pairs, disintegrating into countless immortal powers, floating in all directions.

"Dare to ask Your Excellency, which power of the Mu family is you?"

A phantus flashed in the air, revealing a middle-aged man in rock-like armor who looked into a void on the left.

"In Xia Mu Yan, he is the deacon of the outer gate of the Mu family, and there is a lot of disturbance when I come today, and I hope that the lord of Yanhe Island will not be blamed!"

A middle-aged monk with a somewhat short stature appeared in the air, looking at the crane with a smile on his face.

"Mu Yan Zhenren, the Mu family gave up this competition for the top spot of the Silver Moon Island Hidden Dragon List, and in the next two Silver Moon Island Hidden Dragon List competitions, the Mu family can send people to participate at will, do you think this is good?"

The Mu family is a twenty-one rank family, although it is nothing in the vast and endless Divine Continent, but compared to the strongest Silver Moon Island of the thirty-two rank sect. But it's an unshakable behemoth.

"Not good!" Mu Yanzhen said with a smile: "My Mu family disciple wants to participate in the Silver Moon Island Hidden Dragon List Competition, when do I need your consent?" ”

Hearing Mu Yanzhen's words, Yanhe Zhenren's eyes narrowed, radiating a cold and cold light.

Mu Yanzhen was still smiling, and he didn't care about Yanhe's reaction.

"In that case, let it be up to their own creation!"

"What the Lord of Iwazuru Island said is very true, let's not meddle in the affairs of juniors, let's see their own creation!" Mu Yanzhen nodded in agreement.

Then he turned his head to the bottom and said, "Zimo, you can continue to challenge!" ”

"Thank you, Grandpa!"

Mu Zimo was overjoyed when he heard this. Turning his head to the crowd, he shouted, "Who else dares to come up and challenge me, if there is no one, then I will be disrespectful to the top of the list!" ”

"I'm Fan Ruifeng of Baili Courtyard to challenge you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a monk in a black robe jumped into the ring.

Mu Zimo glanced at him and sneered: "I am only ranked fifty-third on the record list, and I dare to challenge me, I really don't know whether I live or die!" ”

"You want to plunder my luck from Silver Moon Island, and you want us to be at the top of the list with both hands, this is a dream at all. I don't expect to defeat you. But as long as you can make one more shot, others will get to know you a little more! ”

After finishing speaking, Fan Ruifeng pointed with his right hand, and a series of sword shadows connected with each other. Shoot towards Mu Zimo.

Mu Zimo frowned, and as soon as his right hand flipped over, a huge palm formed by purple flames appeared out of thin air, blocking in front of many sword shadows.

"Sword out!"

A flying sword flew out from Fan Ruifeng's eyebrows. As soon as he came into contact with the string of sword shadows, he disappeared in place, and instantly appeared at the forefront of the sword shadows.

Powerful speed leads to powerful attacks. The flying sword easily pierced through the large hand formed by the purple flames, leaving a bloody hole in Mu Zimo's body.

"Damn, you dare to hurt me!"

Mu Zimo roared angrily, and blue flames ignited on his body, wrapping the flying sword and starting to burn wildly.

Under the scorching of this blue flame, the soul mark left by Fan Ruifeng in the flying sword also began to melt, making him feel a headache.

A big hand composed of blue flames fell from the sky, Fan Ruifeng was directly slapped into ashes, and a huge handprint was left in the ring again.

After the battle, a ray of light fell from the sky and fell into Mu Zimo's body, completely recovering from his injuries and consumption.

"I can't help myself!"

Looking at the resurrected Fan Ruifeng in the audience, Mu Zimo snorted coldly.

"I'm going to challenge you from Huoyun Island!"

Before Mu Zimo could ask, another monk dressed in a short red suit jumped into the ring.

"Boom!"

A purple flame giant palm fell, and there was an extra palm print in the ring, and Guang Xuehai was slapped into ashes.

"I'm boundless Wang Shaojun to challenge you!"

A yellow flame giant palm fell, and there was another palm print in the ring, and Wang Shaojun could not escape the end of death.

……

Those monks who came to the stage to challenge were slapped into ashes by Mu Zimo with flame giant palms of various colors, but the monks behind them were still going forward one after another, one after another.

Their purpose is very simple, so that those monks who have the strength to challenge Mu Zimo can study Mu Zimo's moves thoroughly, and then defeat Mu Zimo in one fell swoop.

Seeing these monks who came to the stage to challenge Mu Zimo, Gu Liang's originally pale face showed a burst of blush at this time, showing the anger in his heart.

As soon as he was about to get up and challenge Mu Zimo, his shoulder was held down, and when he looked back, it was Yin Ling of Tianwumen.

"Look closely, it's not time for you to go up."

Gu Liang sat down again with a gloomy face, staring at Mu Zimo in the ring, observing his every attack, trying to find a flaw in it.

Several other monks who were qualified to challenge Mu Zimo were all making their own preparations at this time.

Xie Fan looked up at the sky blankly, the laziness on Huo Fengkai's body disappeared, his eyes looked at Mu Zimo in the ring sharply, Li Chengan's right hand holding the spear was bruised, and Xia Ziming gently wiped the jade flute in his hand, slightly distracted.

When no one was on the field anymore, Xia Ziming woke up from his trance-stricken state and smiled lightly. Walk towards the top of the ring.

"Another one to die!" Looking at Xia Ziming who walked on stage, Mu Zimo snorted coldly.

"I'm indeed here to send you to death, but I'm here to send you to die, so I'll play a funeral song for you!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Ziming put the jade flute to his mouth and played it gently, the sound of the flute flickered and flickered, ethereal and far away, as if it was a song of death from the Nine Abysses.

As the flute sounded, streams of black gas flew out from the void around Xia Ziming. Dancing around him, it seemed that even the sunlight around him had dimmed a little.

"Hmph, pretend, give me death!"

The huge palm formed by the yellow flame carried the momentum of opening the mountain and breaking the stream, and fell towards Xia Ziming, wanting to burn him to ashes like other monks.

Xia Ziming's flute voice changed, and the black qi around his body condensed to form a shield covered with mysterious patterns, blocking the top of his head, blocking the yellow flame giant palm.

"It can actually block my spiritual fire handprint. It seems that he really has some ability, but that's all! ”

Mu Zimo flipped his right hand, and the strongest move he had shown so far, the blue flame palm appeared in the air. fell towards Xia Ziming.

The black qi around Xia Ziming's body suddenly writhed, combining to form a tall black figure wearing a high hat, holding a thick chain in his hand.

The thick chains in the shadow's hands flickered. It was drawn towards the giant blue flame palm that fell from the sky.

There seemed to be a strange power on the thick chains, and as soon as those blue flames touched the chains, they immediately turned into black flames. Attached to a thick chain.

"Lord of Rock Crane Island, you still have a few geniuses on Silver Moon Island, but if you are cultivating in the merger period, you can summon a trace of the ancient evil god's divine thoughts, and the future is really limitless!"

Mu Yanzhen said with a chuckle, looking at Xia Ziming's gaze, but there was a flash of murderous intent.

"Let's hope he makes it to the end! After all, there are too many natural and man-made disasters! Yanhe Zhenren said in a light tone.

Mu Yanzhen laughed twice and didn't say anything more.

In the ring, the tall black shadow behind Xia Ziming flicked his right hand, and the thick chain flew towards Mu Zimo.

Seeing that the blue flame palm was broken so easily, Mu Zimo's face changed, and he hurriedly dodged to the side.

However, the trajectory of the chain was mysterious, no matter how Mu Zimo dodged, he was still bound by the chain in an instant, and the black flames attached to the chain also began to burn Mu Zimo's soul.

"Ahh

Mu Zimo felt a pain in his soul, couldn't help but let out a scream, and began to struggle hard.

However, Xia Ziming was also uncomfortable, after the chain entangled Mu Zimo, sweat stains appeared on his forehead instantly, obviously this move was also a great loss for him.

"Want to kill me? You're not even close! ”

Mu Zimo roared angrily, and the momentum on his body suddenly became violent, and the aura of the Tribulation Period monk emanated towards the surroundings.

"This Mu Zimo is actually a monk of the Tribulation Period!" The faces of the many monks watching the battle under the ring all changed.

They originally expected Xia Ziming to defeat Mu Zimo, but now it seems that this is basically impossible, but they still look at Xia Ziming with anticipation, hoping that he can create a miracle.

Xia Ziming, who was already a little reluctant, kept beads of sweat the size of soybeans dripping down his forehead, his face was also pale for a while, and his body trembled slightly.

The flute he played began to fluctuate a little, and the flute fluctuation made the tall black shadow above his head become illusory, and Mu Zimo took the opportunity to struggle even more.

Xia Ziming used all his strength to deliver the final blow, and the end of the chain was directly inserted into Mu Zimo's chest. After using this trick, he also fell to the ground with all his strength.

Mu Zimo struggled to break free, and finally broke free of the black chains that wrapped around his body. (To be continued......)