The Yan brothers had already felt an uncontrollable sense of depression from their previous encounters, and now they were using a huge aura cultivation to eliminate this strange feeling as much as possible.

But under the influence of the black fog rain, this feeling will only continue to rise, as for the origin of this black fog rain, I believe that only the heir in the entire Lion Camel City can know.

But for the heir, it is his basic rule not to observe anything in the lion camel city, otherwise, he would not be able to stay in this big city with such peace of mind.

Since he and the city lord have reached an agreement with each other, there will definitely be no changes, even if the current city lord is still sending people to plead one after another, the result will be the same.

At this time, Mu Hei was sitting quietly in the room, feeling the strange suppression from the black mist rain, and even his own aura condensation was greatly suppressed at this moment.

However, for the powerful monk of the paste, there is no pressure to use his own spiritual energy to supply tens of thousands of days of bloodline tempering, let alone deal with the situation at this moment.

But nine out of ten monks in the city were already trapped in this inexorable bondage, and their eyes were filled with a lingering haze, as if they were deliberately catering to the scene.

Mu Hei only needs to ensure that Sun Wukong's strength can gradually climb, and he will no longer care about anything, let alone waste his limited mercy meaninglessly.

The monks in the Lion Camel City have now set out to move around, like headless flies turning around the city aimlessly, as if they want to find the reason why the aura is being charged as soon as possible.

But how could the Lion Camel City Lord let out such alarming news? At this time, the answer to being sent to Monk II was only ridiculous: the breath of heaven and earth suddenly appeared to be briefly depleted.

In contrast, monks are even more willing to accept the conclusion that the aura is depleted, driven by selfishness, as long as the breath of heaven and earth is exhausted, then all monks will not be able to cultivate.

Then there won't be too much gap between them, and they can even use this to distinguish each other's winners and losers, and the so-called defeat without a fight may be the idea in their minds now.

Walking out of the Dark Fragrance Building with steady steps, Mu Hei looked at the sky in the distance, the moonlight's fragrant body had disappeared without a trace, leaving only the dense mist lingering one after another.

With the gradual transition of time, drops of black rain spilled from the sky, infiltrating the boundless lion camel city, and at the same time, it brought the special emotions in people's hearts to the extreme.

No one will delve into the origin of this black rain, they just keep their shallow gaze on the surface, it seems that only the containment of the aura is the focus of their concern, but their focus is off.

"I have been staying in this lion camel city for more than 100 years, and today I finally saw this black fog and rain, and it seems that my mission is coming to an end.

Mu Hei's words stopped here, but the corners of his mouth suddenly provoked an indifferent smile, the smile was mixed with a little excitement, and it was mixed with the sadness and bitterness that can only be deeply understood after the vicissitudes of time.

"Senior, when you were separated from each other many years ago, you said that you were going to fulfill the last wish left by your family master, could it be that this so-called last wish is waiting for this black rain in the Lion Camel City that will not come back until it will return?"

What Hakuro said came from the bottom of his heart, he knew very well how difficult it was to wait, and the special expression that gradually appeared on his cheeks was more like catering to the mood of the shepherd's heart.

"The rain of black mist is a place to cultivate the soul, not only can dissolve the dross in the soul, but also can make it reborn with the method of nirvana, which is an excellent place for a monk to encounter in his life."

"But if you want to absorb all the power of this black mist rain, you must be able to refine all the four major yin qi, and for thousands of years, there is only one person who can meet this condition." The shepherd's words stop there.

Hearing what Mu Hei said, Bai's expression suddenly dawned on him, and then he patted his head in surprise: "The one you are talking about should be your family master!" A cultivation wizard for thousands of years. ”

"That's right, people who can meet this condition and will not be devoured by the four major yin qi can only be done by a blood refining cultivator, and now that I have met a blood refining cultivator again, this must be the news left to me by the head of the family."

His words were stagnant, but his eyes were filled with tears that he longed to return to his master, but the thought had vanished thousands of years ago.

"Blood refining cultivators, you must have both yin and yang bloodlines, could it be that the Monkey King you are letting me guard now is the one who refines blood? If that's the case, then his blood is really ~"

Without much explanation, the current Mu Hei could give Bai a satisfactory answer with just a simple look: "That's right, he is the poor Qi of the cultivation world, a blood refining cultivator with endless destructive power. ”

"It may be a special title for you, but if I name him another name, you will have a promising future until he is called, because everyone respectfully calls him the God of Destruction."

When the word "God of Destruction" appeared in the mouth of Mu Hei, Bai was shocked and could no longer utter the slightest words, and at this time, he could only use the maximum aura to contain the bullying emotions in his heart as much as possible.

Of course, he knows very well what the identity of the God of Destruction is, but he has not yet seen half of the power of destruction from this Monkey King, and it is precisely in this way that he casts a contempt for him that only ordinary people can accept.

"The predecessor of the God of Destruction will be so mediocre, no wonder it will be able to achieve the power of destruction in the future, it is really a god and a man, but you who can discover the God of Destruction deserve the title of Soma Bole."

The shepherd did not feel the slightest pride in the words of the other party, and he was still recalling the words that the head of the family had given him on his deathbed, and there was still one sentence in which he did not understand: the war of the world would eventually break out.

Although there have been more than 100 battles in the past 100 years, there have been no wars that have responded to the word secular, so the shepherd has racked his brains, but he has not yet found an answer that can match.

"I don't have to think about the rest, now I only need to raise Sun Wukong's strength to Xiaoyue Soul first, and then I will leave this Lion Camel City, and then its life and death will have nothing to do with me."

The shepherd stopped there, then turned and walked back into the house, now he had no leisure to pay attention to the senseless picture of panic.