Although he didn't know what was going on, Li Mu could also see that the current situation was obviously that these Moko people were chasing and killing Luo Qianzi.

The Moko clan was originally his enemy, and since he had met them, of course he had no intention of letting them go, and he was able to save Luo Qianzi easily, but it was just a matter of convenience.

After all, before, there was no conflict between the two, and Luo Qianzi came from the Futu Realm no matter what, I am afraid that in the entire desolation, except for his sister, Luo Qianzi is still some origin.

"Boy, let you get here, don't you hear?" Seeing that Li Mu was motionless, the Moke people scolded again.

"Are you from the Moko clan?" Li Mu raised his head and asked casually.

"Even if you have a little insight and know that I am from the Moko tribe, why don't you hurry up and get here!" the Moko man smiled proudly.

"Damn it!"

Li Mu immediately moved, came to the other party, raised his hand and slapped the head of the Moko tribe.

"Buzz~~~"

After the death of the Moko people, there was a one-meter-long golden pillar of luck on the top of Li Mu's head, which couldn't help but make him happy.

He could feel that the people of the Namoko tribe were not dead, but had been teleported by unknown means.

After killing the other party, he got part of the other party's luck.

This is the so-called luck competition, every time you kill someone, you will get some luck from the other party, the previous Moko people, how high the luck light pillar is, Li Mu doesn't know, because the other party hides the luck.

But everyone who is in the desolate prison has more or less luck, but because luck is too conspicuous and will reveal their position and strength, most people will hide their luck.

The previous Li Mu once had dragon-shaped luck, but because of the chaos of the spirit, the luck collapsed, he originally thought that he couldn't get the luck, and he didn't want to kill someone, and the luck appeared again.

This situation surprised him, with his strength, even if he didn't have dragon-like luck, he could plunder other people's luck by killing people.

Luck is an ethereal thing, but it is very important, as far as Li Mu knows, the Great War of Ten Thousand Plants 10,000 years ago, the decline of the Mutian Clan, is also somewhat related to luck.

"What a strong boy!"

Luo Qianzi in the dark was slightly surprised, she didn't expect Li Mu's strength to be so strong, the strength of the Moko people, she had been taught, this group of people who chased and killed her, any one of them was enough for her to deal with, if it weren't for the evolution of her bloodline and the magical power of the primeval demon butterfly wings, there would be no way to escape the pursuit of these Moke people.

"Oh no! Lord Sula, someone killed Matu!"

"Damn, who is so bold as to dare to do something to us Mokos. ”

"Hurry up, that abandoned star field is a human warrior who killed Matu. ”

"Human warrior, damn it, let's go and kill him!"

Boom Boom!

A group of Moko people were furious, and one by one they rushed in this direction.

They were extremely fast, and they arrived near this star field in a moment, and their fierce eyes looked at Li Mu coldly.

"Boy, you killed Matu!"

Su La's eyes were like knives, and he looked at Li Mu with a clear expression, seeing that he couldn't see through the other party's cultivation, his expression was slightly jealous.

"Lord Sula, why talk nonsense with him, even if he killed Matu, he must not let him live. ”

"Yes, Lord Sula, a little Terran warrior, kill him!"

"Hmph! Dare to do something to our people, this kid has eaten the bear's heart and leopard's gall, and when he gets out of the wilderness, Lao Tzu will destroy his whole clan. ”

“·········”

Sula raised her hand to stop the group behind her from talking.

"Boy, I'm asking you, you killed Matu?"

"Exactly. ”

Li Mu nodded, his eyes were bright in the starry sky.

"Very well, you are arrogant, do you know that you killed the Mokos. ”

Sura revealed his identity, hoping to bluff Li Mu with this, but he was disappointed, the latter's face remained unchanged, and he said slowly: "The one who killed you Moko tribe is you." ”

"You!

Without waiting for Nasura to speak, a big man of the Moko clan jumped like thunder, crossed thousands of miles in one step, and punched Li Mu with ten percent of his strength.

The terrifying magic fist had black qi spreading, and the starry sky was shaking with it. This person's cultivation was a junior Saint Realm martial artist, and obviously his bloodline was stronger, more than ten times stronger than the previous person named Matu.

"Oh no! he's in trouble·······" Luo Qianzi, who was hidden in the shadows, changed his expression slightly, and secretly worried about Li Mu. At the same time, I felt a little guilty in my heart, feeling that this innocent teenager was implicated by herself, she was not absolute, that teenager was the opponent of a group of wolf-like Moko people.

Bang~~~

Li Mu made a move, casually, a huge finger crossed the starry sky, and accurately pressed on the big man's body, and the big man's body immediately exploded in the air, staining the starry sky with blood.

"Buzz~~~"

With the death of the Moko Han, the pillar of light above Li Mu's head increased a little, growing to about two meters.

"What a powerful Terran warrior, who is he?"

"That's not right! His pillar of luck is obviously only two meters, how can his strength be so terrifying. ”

"Lord Sula, this is a strong man, what should we do?"

"Your Excellency, who are you a strong man of any clan, report your name!"

Those people of the Moke clan glanced at Li Mu with some fear, they didn't expect that the other party would destroy a saint in one fell swoop, so it is not difficult to guess that Li Mu is at least a mid-level martial artist in the Holy Realm, or a person with an extremely strong bloodline.

Sula couldn't help but twitch the corners of her mouth, and asked again, "Who are you?"

"Kill your guys!"

Li Mu took a step forward, came to the front of the group of people, and casually slapped the head of a Moke warrior.

"You ·······" Sula's pupils shrank, and she couldn't help but be shocked, and wanted to say more, but she heard a series of popping sounds, and heads flew into the starry sky.

All but Sula were dead.

"It's your turn!" Li Mu chuckled, glanced at Sura without a trace, and his calm eyes made the latter feel creepy, and he turned around and ran.

He was super fast, and he walked thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

However, his escape was useless, a large palm struck a million miles, swallowed him into his hand, and with a light crush of his fingers, Sura was instantly crushed into a pulp.

"What a powerful man, is he a member of the top ten races?"

Luo Qianzi, who was watching in secret, was shocked by Li Mu's strength and broke out in a cold sweat, Sula's strength, in her opinion, was absolutely an irresistible and extremely strong existence, such a person was crushed into crumbs by Li Mu casually.

This is enough to show that Li Mu's strength is at least a saint level, and even a quasi-emperor is possible.