Licheng was dragged down by more than a dozen yellow-rank monks under Liu Zhen and Yingzheng, and Ji Demon was also fighting with the three mid-yellow-rank monks.

Hu Yanwen naturally didn't need to say much, he only cared about protecting Lu Yu, and didn't plan to help the pastoral path too much.

Everyone was dragged back, and they could only watch Mu Jinglu being killed by Liu Zhen and Yingzheng under their weapons.

"Luzi (Brother Shepherd)!"

Ji Demon, Lu Yu and the others shouted anxiously, and even Shi Ling'er, who was blocked by Sima Yuqing and was unable to help the pastoral path, was anxious and dragged up his 'Lu Qi' and was ready to help.

Seeing that Mu Jing Lu was about to be cut by Liu Zhen and Ying Zheng under the sword, Mu Jing Lu suddenly opened his eyes and flashed a fine light.

"Drink!" Mu Jinglu stood up on the spot, and with a burst of shouts, the broken sword had appeared in Mu Jinglu's right hand at some point.

After the explosion, Mu Jinglu's body erupted into a sharp fluctuation again. This time, the fluctuations did not spread around, but rushed towards Liu Zhen and Yingzheng, who were slashing at him.

After waking up from the outbreak of Mujing Road, Mu Jinglu's first reaction was to hurriedly force out a stream of essence blood and throw it onto the broken sword on his waist. The essence blood quickly merged into the broken sword, and the 'Xuanyuan Sword Spirit' that was almost disappearing in the center of the eyebrows of the pastoral path road immediately disappeared.

At this time, Liu Zhen and Yingzheng, who were already in the early stage of the orange stage, saw Mujing Lu wake up, their faces sank, their eyes narrowed, and they shook their respective magic weapons fiercely between the killings.

"Open the sky!" "Haotian Tower, array!"

The black giant axe in Liu Zhen's hand swung fiercely, and a cold axe qi slashed towards the pasture path. As for Yingzheng, what he was holding was the 'Haotian Tower' that had surrendered in the secret realm of Xudu.

After Yingzheng sacrificed the 'Haotian Tower', a huge tower phantom fell from the sky and pressed down fiercely on the top of the pasture road.

The vigorous spiritual power fluctuations in his body made Mu Jinglu feel that he could completely fight Liu Zhen and Yingzheng alone. The corners of Mu Jinglu's mouth curled slightly, and after chuckling weirdly, he put away the broken sword in his hand and shouted softly: "Break! Mountain!"

With the light drink of the pastoral path, the spiritual power in the body of the pastoral path kept gathering on the broken sword. The broken sword, which gathered spiritual power, burst out with the light of the sun, stabbing people who couldn't open their eyes.

The dazzling light lasted only one breath, and then it shrank violently, and all of it was submerged in the broken sword.

"Kill!" the pasture road pavement was a little perverse, and then shouted frantically to kill.

Mu Jinglu shouted, and a sword qi glowing with a faint orange shot towards Liu Zhen and Yingzheng. The terrifying murderous aura above the sword qi made Liu Zhen and Yingzheng frown fiercely.

Especially Yingzheng, the seal knot in his hand changed rapidly, and then shouted: "Haotian Tower Shield, up!"

There was a soft buzzing sound, and the shadow of the giant tower above the pasture road disappeared. The phantom of Fang Cai's purpose of the town appeared in front of Liu Zhen and Yingzheng in the blink of an eye, becoming more condensed.

It was too late, but it was too late, and the three of them made a move in only a moment.

The sword qi of Mu Jinglu first collided with Liu Zhen's axe qi. There was a loud bang, and the axe qi that Liu Zhen split out was blown away by the sword qi of Mujing Road. Then it slammed into Yingzheng's Phantom Pagoda with a bang, and the sword qi and the pagoda phantom disappeared at the same time.

What a strong attack! Liu Zhen exclaimed secretly with a look on his face, and nodded towards Yingzheng.

Ying's face was not good-looking, and when he saw Liu Zhen's eyes, he didn't plan to keep it anymore, and his hands kept sealing.

"Haotian Fantasy Realm!"

Yingzheng roared angrily and threw the pagoda in his hand into the air. After the 'Haotian Tower' flew into the air, it quickly became larger, and in the blink of an eye, it became a mountain as high as dozens of zhang.

After the 'Haotian Tower' became larger, a golden light shot out from the bottom of the tower, and when the pasture path did not have time to react, the pasture path was covered in golden light.

The vision of the pastoral path covered by the golden light first brightened, and then suddenly dimmed, appearing in another space.

Where is this? Is this the environment inside the 'Haotian Tower' or the environment that Yingzheng just shouted?

Pastoral paths looked around vigilantly, guarding against attacks that might burst out from all around at any moment.

"Black hand, do you really want to tear your face?"

Mujinglu heard a familiar voice and looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. It was none other than the leader of the Flying Thieves in the previous life of Mu Jing Lu.

Mu Jinglu looked around curiously, but when he saw the daggers around the necks of several middle-aged men and women in front of him, Mu Jinglu's face suddenly changed.

"Dad, Mom!" Mu Jinglu subconsciously shouted, taking a step forward, wanting to rush forward and save his parents.

"Little knife!" another familiar voice came, and a force came from above the shoulder, dragging the pastoral path down: "Don't be impulsive!"

Mu Jinglu turned around and found that it was his thin brother.

"Black hand, you pay for it, we sell our lives, it's justified. The eldest brother of Mujing Road held a silver pistol, pointed at a group of black-clothed masked people in front of him, and said viciously: "Now holding our family hostage, is it to eat black?"

"Eat black?" the black-clothed masked man chuckled disdainfully: "'Xuanyuan Sword' is a Taoist treasure, I don't want the whereabouts of 'Xuanyuan Sword' to be exposed." ”

"What the do you mean?" said the boss of the pastoral path, his face sank, his eyes narrowed into a line, as if he had thought of what the other party wanted to do.

"What do you mean? hey!" The leader of the men in black smiled strangely, and with a fierce wave of the dagger in his hand, the head of the old woman beside her parents fell to the ground.

The old man's head rolled to the ground, and his expression was very stunned, as if he didn't expect to save himself so easily.

"Mom!" the thief boss hissed, his eyes turned red, and the tendons on his arms collapsed.

"Lao Tzu killed you...", the thief boss shouted, raised his hand and prepared to shoot.

"Boss, don't!" Mu Jinglu pounced to stop the flying thief boss, and asked in horror: "Don't shoot, my parents are still in their hands." ”

The thief boss looked at the pastoral path and the thin man with red eyes, and then looked at the relatives of the people who were being held hostage. Because of the anger so hard, the right hand holding the pistol has turned pale.

"Let's hand over the 'Xuanyuan Sword'!" said the Flying Thief Boss fiercely, "But if you hurt them again, Lao Tzu and you will never die." ”

"Hehe, that's right. The leader of the men in black didn't care about the threat of the flying thief boss, and chuckled and said, "Take it out!"

The Flying Thief Boss looked at Mu Jinglu and the thin man and the others, and then turned around fiercely and entered the inner room. After a few moments, the Flying Thief Boss walked out carrying a very delicate wooden box.

"'Xuanyuan Sword' again, let go!" The Flying Thief Boss squinted at the leader of the men in black, and the killing intent in his eyes was completely uncontrollable.

"NO, NO, NO!" THE LEADER OF THE MEN IN BLACK WAVED THE DAGGER IN HIS HAND AND CHUCKLED, "OPEN!"

The Flying Thief Boss looked at a group of black-clothed people fiercely, and slowly opened the wooden box in front of him. In an instant, a soft golden light illuminated the entire living room of about 100 square meters.

"That's good!" the leader of the men in black nodded with satisfaction, and then suddenly his face changed, and he said fiercely: "Kill them all!"

Without waiting for the Flying Thief Boss and Mu Jinglu and others to react, a sudden sound of 'sudden' suddenly came from behind several middle-aged and elderly people who were kidnapped, and several streams of blood shot out from the bodies of a group of middle-aged and elderly people, and then slowly fell.

Mu Jinglu looked at his fallen parents in front of him in shock, at a loss. And the longing and anxious eyes in the eyes of his parents made the pastoral path broken.

Even if his parents fell, they didn't forget to roar with their eyes and let themselves run for their lives quickly.

"Ahh But just as the pastoral path took a step out, the whole space seemed to be frozen and paused.

"They, should they die?"

An eerie voice sounded in the ears of the pasture road.

"Damn!" Mu Jinglu didn't notice anything unusual at all, but maintained a jumping posture, staring at a group of black-clothed people who were also frozen with twisted facial features.

"Shall I kill it for you, or will you kill it yourself?"

The strange voice is seductive, as if it is inducing the pastoral path to make a choice.

Seeing himself fall to the ground, his parents, who showed longing and concern, Mu Jinglu's voice also became grim and weird: "I, myself, kill!"

Mu Jinglu gritted his teeth and replied, and the sound came from Mu Jinglu's throat, the gurgling, ugly and infiltrating sound, reflecting the boundless anger and hatred in Mu Jinglu's heart at this time.

"Okay!" The strange voice seemed very excited, and even trembled a little: "I'll help you!

A strange voice fell, and a blood-red short sword pierced the sky, fell from the sky, and quickly fell into the hands of the pasture road.

"An inch of blade, an inch of evil. One thought falls into the devil, and one thought defeats evil. The strange voice sounded again, this time not in the ears of the pasture path, but echoed throughout the room: "Kill, my master, kill all these wicked people!"

"Kill!" seemed to be affected by this voice, and Mu Jinglu's eyes were not only red, but the voice of shouting to kill became more and more eerie.

Even in the pupils of the pastoral path, a trace of black cyclone appeared, constantly wandering among the pupils of the pastoral path. Every time the black cyclone moved, in the eyes of the pasture path, it would bring up a trace of blood-red mist, which appeared in an instant, and then disappeared in an instant.

After the crazy and strange shouts of the pasture path, the space that had just been frozen suddenly moved again.

The pastoral path that lifted the restriction kicked his legs, and with a bang, he walked out of the crowd of black-clothed people, brandished the blood-red short sword in his hand, and ruthlessly harvested the lives of this group of black-clothed people.

In the blink of an eye, a dozen or so men in black all stood still, and the pastoral path stepped out, and blood mist erupted from the throat of each man in black, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

And them!

Mu Jinglu turned around suddenly, the corners of his mouth curled strangely, and he chuckled fiercely, and then rushed to the Flying Thief Boss and several people, and slashed a few assassinations, and beheaded the Flying Thief Boss.

The Flying Thieves looked at the pastoral path in amazement, and then fell to the ground with a thud.