At this moment, Mo Shuiyi's group of people can be said to have no way to escape, and their only chance is pinned on Li Mushen.

Li Mushen was surrounded by the crowd, and Mu Bai Gongzi said: "Li Mushen, what is your method, if you don't hurry, when the Blood Spirit Royal Clan kills you, none of us will be able to escape." ”

Even Wang Zifeng looked at Li Mushen, he knew the horror of the Blood Spirit Royal Clan.

Of course, Li Mushen also knew, and even knew the strength and terror of the Blood Spirit Royal Clan better than them, and at this moment, he frowned tightly, thinking about whether to release the Molong King from the suppression of the Human Spirit Lake.

The Molong King didn't speak, quietly waiting for Li Mushen's decision, and soon, he felt the suppression in the Human Spirit Lake dissipate, and he knew that Li Mushen had made a decision.

"Hopefully I made the right decision. Li Mushen said secretly.

The Molong King was actually very surprised that Li Mushen could let him go, after all, he had almost taken away Li Mushen, so he was not afraid that he would take it again?

But he was still very happy in his heart, this is a kind of trust, but also a kind of courage, and he really deserves to be his descendant.

"Li Mushen, your decision is right. ”

The Molong King laughed, and his soul left the Human Spirit Lake and arrived at Li Mushen's sea of knowledge.

"Dragon King, what do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, this king will not hurt you again if he protects you for ten years. Thy flesh is used by this king. ”

"Good!"

Now that the Molong King has been released from the Human Spirit Lake, Li Mushen did not hesitate at all, opened his body, and let the Molong King dominate.

In just an instant, the Molong King took control of Li Mushen's body, making his whole person change greatly.

If Li Mushen just now belonged to that kind of calm like water, then at this moment he belongs to that kind of domineering and evil atmosphere.

"Boom. Li Mushen's face showed an evil smile, and the whole person had an indescribable aura, which made Mu Bai Gongzi feel frightened and took half a step back.

"How did I develop a sense of fear for this kid. Even Mu Bai Gongzi himself felt incredible.

The Molong King smiled, and then looked at Wang Zifeng, "You kid want to kill this king? believe it or not, this king ate you." ”

"That's enough, find a way to get out of here. ”

Although the Ink Dragon King occupied Li Mushen's body, Li Mushen's consciousness also existed, and he watched the Ink Dragon King say such words helplessly.

The Molong King glared at Wang Zifeng, then took out the piece of the red seed divine source obtained from the cave from the ring, cut a small piece, and then took the rest back into the ring.

"It's the Divine Source!" Wang Zifeng's whole body was shocked, feeling incredible, his eyes were filled with greed but quickly disappeared, "Leave here first and then seize the Divine Source." ”

This divine source was only the size of a fist, dazzling and radiating a dazzling light, and the Ink Dragon King took a heavy sip, wanting to eat this divine source very much.

But thinking that he was not his own body at this moment, he sighed helplessly, "When will this king be able to eat a lot." The taste of the red race god source, this king has not tasted it. ”

When they saw Li Mushen take out the Red Seed Divine Source, they knew that he must have a way to get out of here, and they urged Li Mushen to move quickly.

The Molong King carved the formation pattern on the divine source, and when he heard the noise in his ears, he was angry in his heart, and he shouted directly: "Lie down Nima, you can't let this king carve with peace of mind, do you want to leave?"

Wang Zifeng was stunned to see Li Mushen actually say such a thing, he fought with him twice, he almost knew what kind of person Li Mushen was, but he didn't expect to say such a thing, which made Wang Zifeng a little unpredictable.

"Look, look at you paralyzed, get out, this king is annoyed when he looks at you. ”

When the Molong King saw the prince looking at him directly, he didn't like it even more, so he slapped it directly with a sword.

The sword used by the Molong King looked ordinary, but it made Wang Zifeng's face change greatly, and he couldn't dodge it at all.

This sword slapped directly on Wang Zifeng's body, and the power of Qianding exploded, directly slapping it away, and he suffered a lot of injuries.

Wang Zifeng got up from the ground, his face was gloomy, and the aura of the generals exploded, killing Li Mushen directly.

Mu Bai Gongzi stopped Wang Zifeng, shook his head at him, and secretly conveyed his mind: "Brother Wang, let this kid go first, and rely on his help to get out of here." After escaping from the Mohai Clan, it's not too late to kill him. ”

Wang Zifeng listened to Mu Bai Gongzi's words, suppressed the anger in his heart, snorted coldly, and stood far away.

The Ink Dragon King smiled, then looked solemn and concentrated on carving the formation pattern.

The short battle between the Ink Dragon King and Wang Zifeng was surrounded by the crowd, and the Blood Spirit Royal Clan didn't see it at all, let alone see that the Ink Dragon King was already carving the teleportation formation pattern that broke the formation at this moment.

The Blood Spirit Saint Son looked at Mo Shuiyi, then threw Mo Shixiong to the ground and stepped on his face.

"Is this your father?" the Blood Spirit Son laughed, "I can let him go." ”

Mo Shuiyi looked at the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

"Kneel before me. ”

The cold light in Mo Shui's cold eyes was full of murderous awe.

"Oh, don't want to? ”

The Blood Spirit Saint Son smiled, his eyes froze, and his feet suddenly exerted force, and the powerful force directly stomped on Mo Shixiong's head.

"You ......"

Mo Shuiyi watched his father being trampled to death in front of his eyes, and his heart ached.

"I've already given you a chance. ”

Mo Shuiyi rushed towards the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

The Blood Spirit Holy Son kicked his legs, and the whole person seemed to turn into an ancient fierce beast, directly grabbing Mo Shuiyi's neck.

"Your father is not my opponent, so it's up to you?" said the Blood Spirit Saint Son disdainfully, and then directly threw Mo Shuiyi out.

Five finger prints appeared on Mo Shuiyi's neck, which was caught by Wang Zifeng and Mu Bai Gongzi, and then looked at the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

Li Mushen was carving the formation patterns, hurrying up to hold them back. Mu Bai Gongzi said.

Mo Shuiyi nodded, and the three of them surrounded the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

"Three to one?"

The Blood Spirit Saint Son sneered, his whole body was shocked, and the breath of the three-star military general emanated, the spiritual blood surged, and the strength was even more inexhaustible.

He jumped forward, and it was an ordinary punch that smashed towards Wang Zifeng on the left.

An ordinary punch, he didn't dare to make Wang Zifeng careless, he directly used the spirit technique Cold and Hot Palm, and his palms pushed out and collided with the fist of the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

"Flesh is complete!"

The two spiritual powers, cold and hot, could not penetrate into the body of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, which made Wang Zifeng's face change and retreat with his palms.

"It's late. ”

The Blood Spirit Saint Son sneered, his fist changed into a claw, and he grabbed it directly, and at this time, Mu Bai Gongzi attacked and killed from behind.

The folding fan unfolded, exuding spiritual power, it turned out to be a Xuan-level weapon, and the folding fan sharpened iron like clay, slashing towards the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

The Blood Spirit Holy Son grabbed Wang Zifeng with one hand, then turned around, raised his arm to directly block the folding fan, and the folding fan slashed on his arm, and only a white mark could not break through his flesh at all.

Mu Bai Gongzi was unwilling, five quenched dark arrows were exposed in the Xuanjie folding fan, and his whole body retreated, seeing the Blood Spirit Holy Son catching up, he folded the fan, and the five dark arrows shot directly away.

I saw that the Blood Spirit Holy Son smashed Wang Zifeng fiercely towards Mo Shuiyi, who rushed over again, blocking Mo Shuiyi's attack.

Then he stretched out his arms and stepped on the earth, the spiritual power in his palm surged, and the five dark arrows that shot out were grasped in his palm one by one.

"The Terrans are really on the sidelines. ”

The Blood Spirit Holy Son looked at the five quenching dark arrows lying in his palm, threw them directly on the ground, jumped forward, and suddenly came in front of Mu Bai Gongzi.

"Try the Great Blood Mark of my Blood Spirit Royal Clan!"

The Blood Spirit Holy Son put his palms together, and there was spiritual power in his palms, and a bright red palm print appeared, and the power was vented, and before Mu Bai Gongzi could dodge, a blood mark hit him.

The Great Blood Seal can be said to be a powerful combat skill that everyone in the Blood Spirit Royal Clan must learn, and it needs to be able to be activated with the qi and blood of the martial arts realm, and it has the power of thousands of tripods, and it crashed into Mu Bai Gongzi's body, and it shocked him so that his muscles and bones were broken, and his five organs were shattered.

Mu Bai Gongzi's mouth gushed blood, and he hurriedly took a crystal clear healing pill from the ring, and fled in terror.

The Blood Spirit Saint Son screamed and chased after him again.

If Mu Bai Gongzi had fought with the Blood Spirit Holy Son openly, the Blood Spirit Holy Son would not have hit him so hard.

You must know that what the Blood Spirit Holy Son disdains the most is this kind of human race that makes yin moves, and long before he fell asleep, he suffered a lot of losses under the yin tricks.

Seeing that the Blood Spirit Holy Son was chasing and killing Mu Bai Gongzi, Wang Zifeng and Mo Shuiyi glanced at each other and hurriedly went up to help.

The other Blood Spirit Royal Clansmen were watching this battle from the sidelines, and without the orders of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, no one dared to attack the group of Mohai Clansmen in front.

The Blood Spirit Holy Son stepped forward, and soon caught up with the seriously injured Mu Bai Gongzi, and directly hit the head with a punch.

And just as he was about to hit the bomb, a fierce crisis struck, causing the Blood Spirit Saint Son to withdraw his fist.

Wang Zifeng's sword was also slashed into the air.

Wang Zifeng stood in front of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, while Mo Shui Yi stood behind the Blood Spirit Holy Son, and the aura of the two climbed to the peak, and they suddenly made a move.

Mo Shuiyi once again used the treasure technique of the clan, Sharon roared, and Wang Zifeng used his sword skills, slashing out hundreds of sharp sword qi.

The Blood Spirit Holy Son resisted the sword qi with his physical body, and flew towards Mo Shuiyi, and another big blood mark came out.

The Great Blood Seal destroyed the withering and decaying, and directly smashed into the roaring salon, and its power was undiminished, and it slammed into Mo Shuiyi's body.

Burst......

Mo Shuiyi's face turned pale suddenly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out, flying out heavily, and his breath weakened.

And at this time, the sword qi had already attacked, and it was extremely powerful, and it actually cut through the skin of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, and in the sword qi, Wang Zifeng slashed at it again.

This sword is strong and powerful, it is the strongest sword used by Wang Zifeng, there is a sword hidden in the countless sword qi, it is even more powerful, more powerful, a sword slashed, the skin of the Blood Spirit Holy Son has been torn apart before it touches it, the qi and blood surge, the spiritual power is surging, and the sword slashes on the shoulder of the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

But the sword body suddenly stopped, and it couldn't cut into the skin of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, and it turned out that the tip of the sword had been grabbed by the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

The Blood Spirit Saint Son looked at Wang Zifeng coldly.

Wang Zifeng's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but he didn't expect that his strongest sword still couldn't hurt the Blood Spirit Holy Son.

The Blood Spirit Saint Son snatched the sword with his backhand, kicked Wang Zifeng in the chest, kicked it away, and threw the long sword violently, directly between Wang Zifeng's ribs.

And at this moment, a force of formation patterns emanated, and a cold light flashed in the eyes of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, and he suddenly looked at the crowd, "Who is carving the formation pattern?"