"Go!" Lu Wu shouted, and with his left hand, he threw the pasture path into the 'Zengcheng' where the environment had changed greatly.

"Ahh

Not to mention why Lu Wu suddenly acted like this, the originally barren 'Zengcheng' in front of him became terrifying and illusory after Lu Wu's so-called 'phantom god'. 'Zengcheng' from the bottom up, one moment is as blood-red as a blood-colored purgatory, and the other is ethereal like a fairyland.

What worries the pastoral road the most is that there are so many figures in the constantly changing scenes. There may not be a figure appearing, but Mu Jinglu was surprised to find that almost every figure exudes a faint purple.

For the unknown, Mu Jinglu subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the spiritual power of his physical strength was temporarily blocked by Lu Wu, so that Mu Jinglu fell into a fantasy without resistance like a mortal.

"Whether you are a descendant of Xuanyuan or not, I will know immediately. After the pastoral path fell into the illusion, Lu Wu stood up and looked at the illusion with a reverent and hopeful expression.

With a soft breath, Mu Jinglu's body seemed to pass through a fog, and after penetrating the mist, Mu Jing Lu fell into a pool of blood that was so scarlet that it made people's scalps tingle.

"Fuck, what kind of place is this. As soon as Mu Jinglu's body came out of the pool of blood, he scolded: "Lu Wu, when I cultivate my master, I must kill you!"

Anger is anger, and in an unknown place, the pastoral path does not dare to mess around.

The pasture path that calmed down only floated in the pool of blood, looking around. The whole space was like a huge cave, and there was no light in the cave except for the faint blood-red glow of the blood pool.

The cave is not big, only a dozen zhang in radius. In the center of the pool of blood, a blood-red sword was inserted. Mu Jinglu looked around for a long time, and after finding that there was no abnormality, he kicked and slashed towards the long sword in the pool of blood.

After a few breaths, the pastoral path came to the side of the blood-colored sword.

The two edges of the longsword are not sharp, and they should be blunt swords. Blood red didn't seem to be the original color of the sword, but rather the appearance of blood in a pool of blood. What made Mu Jinglu feel strange was that the blood flowed upwards along the body of the long sword, all the way to the top of the long sword.

The strange phenomenon made the heart of the pasture road skip a beat, and the cold hair stood on end. Could it be that the sword is sucking blood?" Mu Jinglu thought, and wanted to step back.

But when Mujinglu looked up at the hilt of the sword, Mujinglu hesitated again. If nothing else, it is because the hilt of the long sword is somewhat similar to the hilt of the broken sword of the shepherd roader.

"Another Xuanyuan sword?" Mu Jinglu muttered in a low voice in confusion, and after swimming around the long sword twice, he wanted to take down the long sword in front of him, but he didn't dare.

Lu Wu, that dead ghost, why did you throw me here?, Pastoral Path, floating in a pool of blood, lowered his head and thought suspiciously.

When the dead ghost threw me in, it was like saying something to try. What to try? Try to see if I am a descendant of Xuanyuan? But floating in a pool of blood like this, how can I test whether I am a descendant of Xuanyuan?

And where did all the power I saw fly through the sky before I fell into the pool of blood?

With all kinds of questions, the pastoral path swam around the long sword again. Mu Jinglu thought for a moment, and then he had an idea in his heart.

Since Lu Wu threw me into the blood pool, and there is only this blood-red long sword in the blood pool, if you want to get out, the key must be on the long sword. Mu Jinglu thought, swam to the edge of the long sword, jumped up three feet high, stretched out his left hand and shook the hilt of the long sword.

"Bold!" Just as Mu Jing Lu's left hand held the long sword, a burst of shouts startled Mu Jing Lu, and the scene where Mu Jing Lu was located suddenly changed. Fang Cai's blood pool disappeared, and the scene re-revealed was the prosperous scene seen before the pastoral path road fell into the 'Zengcheng'.

The one who drank the pastoral path was a man with a face full of flesh and a golden armor of more than nine feet. Dahan held a Qinglong Yanyue Knife in one hand, pointed horizontally at the pasture path, and continued to roar with angry eyes: "Xuanyuan Sword is the sword of the Yellow Emperor, who is you, who dares to blaspheme the First Emperor of the Ages?!"

Mujing Lu was thrown into this unknown environment by Lu Wu, and after the big man in front of him appeared, he yelled at himself, making Mujing Lu more and more confused.

"Uh!" Seeing that Mu Jinglu did not answer him, the gold-armored man seemed to roar more and more angrily: "Who is Ernai?"

Mu Jinglu was woken up by the golden armor man, and subconsciously raised the blood sword in his left hand to prevent the other party from suddenly erupting. But when Mu Jinglu mentioned the blood sword, Mu Jinglu was stunned again.

The blood sword in his left hand no longer had the slightest blood. At this time, the long sword was surrounded by a faint golden light, and faintly, the pasture path was on the sword body on both sides of the long sword, and the patterns of the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, grass and trees were seen.

"Xuanyuan Sword!" Mu Jinglu was shocked by the pattern on the long sword, completely forgetting that there was a golden-armored reckless man in front of him who could attack at any time. Mu Jinglu raised the 'Xuanyuan Sword' with both hands, put it in front of his eyes, and looked carefully at the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in his hand, as if he wanted to see whether the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in front of him was really the Xuanyuan Sword through observation.

"Evil obstacles, death!" Ignored by the pastoral path, the golden-armored reckless man was furious, flipped the Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand, bowed his upper body slightly, dragged the Qinglong Glaive Knife behind him, and suddenly launched an attack on the Pastoral Path.

The cold murderous aura forced Mu Jinglu to turn his attention from the 'Xuanyuan Sword' to the golden-armored reckless man in front of him.

What is the Blue Order, the Pastoral Path naturally does not know, and he has not seen the power of the Blue Order with his own eyes. However, the coercion that erupted from the golden-armored reckless man in front of him made Mu Jinglu feel the horror of the blue-level monk.

The coercion of the sky made Mu Jinglu feel like a speck of dust in the universe, insignificant, and seemed to be able to be absorbed by any celestial body in the universe at any time and disappear into the universe.

Under the coercion, Mu Jinglu felt that the spiritual power in his body at this time seemed to have suddenly disappeared, like a mortal. The limbs and torso were completely immobile under such a huge pressure. At this time, in the eyes of Mu Jinglu, in addition to the fear of death, it is still fear.

The divine consciousness in Mu Jinglu's mind seemed to be imprisoned by something, and he couldn't think. The only thought that can still be felt on the pastoral path is, death!

It's just coercion, just coercion, and the pasture road is suppressed to death. In the panic of the pasture road, the golden-armored reckless man did not have any mercy, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife dragged behind him drew a rounded arc from back to front, and slashed towards the pasture road. At the same time as slashing over, the mouth of the golden-armored reckless man was also shouting: "Thunder Snatching and Dragging Knife Technique!"

There was a loud bang, and in the clear sky of 'Zengcheng', countless purple lightning bolts suddenly appeared for no reason, centering on the pastoral path and slashing towards the pastoral path.

I don't know if it was because the appearance of thunder and lightning broke the coercion of the golden armor reckless man or what, Mu Jinglu suddenly got rid of the feeling that Fang Cai would be wiped out at any time, not only was he able to control his spiritual power, but the imprisonment of divine consciousness in his mind suddenly disappeared.

Reliving a life, whether it is a divine sense or a 'nerve', the pastoral path is not a fragile person. After gaining control, Mu Jinglu bit his tongue fiercely, stimulating the nerves and meridians in his body.

The fear in his eyes had completely disappeared the moment he woke up on the trail. Looking at the majestic and majestic Qinglong Glaive Knife and countless thunderbolts that were about to fall on top of his head, Mu Jinglu opened his mouth and shouted: "Kill!"

While drinking, Mu Jinglu raised the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in his left hand and swung it fiercely at the Blue Dragon Glaive of the golden-armored man.

"I move Kyushu!"

Mu Jinglu shouted angrily, and the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in his left hand erupted into a burst of intense cold light, making the sky dark. After the cold light appeared, it broke away from the 'Xuanyuan Sword' in the left hand of the pasture path in the blink of an eye.

Stimulated by the coercion and murderous aura in the sky, Mu Jinglu not only had a deeper understanding of the second move of the 'Reincarnation of Life and Death', but also integrated his consciousness into the cold light of the sword move in the blink of an eye, and reluctantly created a sword technique that was different from the sword technique in the 'Reincarnation of Life and Death', 'I move Kyushu'.

At this time, in the consciousness of Mu Jinglu, it seems that he is the cold light, and the cold light is himself. Just like the realm of 'human and sword unity' that Mujinglu had heard of in his previous life, he and 'Xuanyuan Sword' were integrated.

In the blink of an eye, the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife in the hands of the golden-armored reckless man and the cold light sword qi of 'I Move Kyushu' used by Mujing Road quickly collided together. The expected violent explosion did not come, and after the sword qi of Mujing Road smashed the Qinglong Yanyue Sword and the Golden Armor Mangman, it rushed into the sky in a daze, and then turned into a little starlight and disappeared from the sight of Mujing Lu.

After the golden-armored mangman disappeared, the immortals who had been flying around the pasture road and the golden-armored mangman suddenly stopped and turned their eyes to the pasture road.

The pasture path was stunned by the sudden change, and then it was stared at by countless eyes.

That is an innumerable blue-level power, the ancient immortal gods, not to mention a group, just one is angry, and the pasture path is only killed on the spot. Being stared at by so many powers, Mu Jinglu naturally trembled.

But before the Pastoral Path could figure out the situation, the countless Blue Order Powers around the Pastoral Path suddenly chuckled, and then raised their hands and clapped in front of their chests.

The clapping applause came out, making the pastoral path road stunned again, and before the pastoral path road could react, the illusion changed again, and the countless immortals who had just applauded disappeared in front of the pastoral path.

The scene changed again, and the pastoral path appeared in the dark void.