Mu He raised his voice and turned his head to shout while struggling to fly: "You are a person from the Chaos Domain, you can't control it! Besides, I am pregnant, if you dare to harm me, sooner or later you will be punished by heaven!"

"What is pregnant, that's a martial spirit!" the old man said sarcastically from afar.

"Then you can't take care of it!" Mu He said with a look of disdain raised in his neck.

"If you don't want to be bound by the laws related to speed, then immediately return to the Chaos Domain with this official to be tried!" the old man threatened.

Mu He shut up now, but he had no intention of surrendering. What it fears most is that its speed is limited.

The entire Chaos Domain is almost the world of the Dan family, and even if you offend a sesame official in one place, you may be attacked and retaliated against in other places.

Just when Mu He chose to remain silent, the conflict between Qiang Zhenglong and Xiao Zheng immediately became white-hot.

"Xiao Zheng, you have ruined our good deeds many times, where to escape!" Qiang Zhenglong's eyes flashed with cold light, and he shouted.

The moment that Qiang Zhenglong's long stick martial soul pointed in front of him changed very hugely, more than ten zhang long, pointing at Xiao Zheng's nose from afar.

The two sides were more than ten zhang apart, and Qiang Zhenglong pointed at Xiao Zheng with a long stick martial spirit, and rushed towards the other party at full speed.

Martial souls are all spiritual existences, and the Qingzhu Crazy Flute Martial Soul under Xiao Zheng's feet is no exception, at this moment, carrying Xiao Zheng back at full speed.

Xiao Zheng kept facing Qiang Zhenglong, and his body flew upside down.

Due to a storm on the way, he had to lower his flight altitude and fly almost close to the surface.

And the chasing Qiang Zhenglong had already completely landed and rushed towards him.

The level of the Qingzhu Crazy Flute Martial Spirit is not as good as the other party, so it is also looking for a way to escape.

Suddenly, Xiao Zheng's upside-down figure, carried by the Qingzhu Crazy Flute Martial Spirit, flew upside down towards a mountain peak thousands of meters away from the back.

"See how far you can escape!" Qiang Zhenglong's wrist moved, and the martial soul swirled around his neck, and suddenly closed behind his back and disappeared out of thin air.

"Human soul is one!" Qiang Zhenglong stood and clasped his palms, shouting like thunder.

The aura behind it is monstrous, condensed into substance, highly substantial, and turned into long sticks.

The long stick is behind the back, eight pairs of tops together, around the center, the poles are swirling and buzzing.

"Wheel Stick Killing Array - Mountain Style!"

Qiang Zhenglong jumped, more than 100 zhang in the air, the eight long sticks behind him, all soared and lengthened, and the eight sticks landed alternately, like a Ferris flywheel rolling.

Rumble Rumble......

The rhythmic roar, like a rolling iron bull rushing to Qinchuan.

The diameter of the flywheel reaches more than 100 zhang. The whole person seemed to hang on the outside, and with the extremely spinning flywheel, it rolled up the steep slope to the top of the steep hill.

Hula!

Under the huge inertia, the whole person was thrown high, and when there was a big rollover in the air, the posture landed in a chic manner.

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Xiao Zheng at this moment is in a different situation.

Under the bearing of the martial soul of the green bamboo flute, it is still accelerating forward, climbing almost in a straight line, looking up, Qiang Zhenglong has reached the top of the mountain, straight towards Xiao Zheng below, looking up to the sky and laughing, so proud.

"Hahahaha, see if you can still escape!" Qiang Zhenglong spun up and retreated a few feet first.

The moment he landed, the long stick was in his hand, and he laughed and pointed to Xiao Zheng, who had just landed twenty or thirty meters away.

At this moment, Xiao Zheng is also with a big knife in his hand, and the knife intent releases a piece of blood light, like a bright red blood knife, which gradually rises behind his shoulder.