The two sides looked at each other, and the scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

Mu Bai and the others never thought that the danger hidden in the shadows would be Murong Ming, who was already dead.

The eagle didn't dare to make a move at will, he could only stare at the other party, and now that he appeared as a dead person, it would make the other party feel a little jealous, even if it was the ancient demon emperor, he should not act rashly.

"Mubai Xiao'er, if you know each other, obediently hand over the Eastern Emperor Dao Gu to me, otherwise, this netherworld mansion, you will go with me!" Eagle's voice was low and cold, deliberately so, wanting to make the other party fearful.

Although the monk's cultivation is stepping on the immortal road, in the face of these dirty things, it is inevitable that he will not be able to escape his heart, and he will have a sense of fear.

No matter who you are, you will be afraid of death. Therefore, he made up the netherworld and imagined that after the failure and fall of the immortal path, there would be reincarnation, and he could be reborn again......

However, this time, Eagle's wishful thinking was wrong, pretending to be a ghost in front of Mu Bai, and he wanted to take the opportunity to take the opportunity to suppress everyone in front of him in the name of the fierce ghost of the Netherworld.

It's a pity that Mu Bai once entered the Yellow Spring. It's good that he doesn't speak, as soon as he speaks, the breath also comes over, even though it is cold and cold, which makes people instinctively repel it, but it is definitely not the breath of a powerful ghost in hell, there is a unique death breath missing!

Mu Bai smiled faintly, staring at the other party, without any words, the golden fist suddenly enlarged at this moment, and bombarded Murong Ming's body again.

The eagle's eyes widened, obviously he didn't expect that Mu Bai would be so decisive, he was not afraid of ghosts and monsters, and shot directly, but he also calmed down instantly, his eyes were fierce, the corners of his mouth sneered, and a silver brilliance rolled out of one arm, and then greeted him.

The eagle before his death had the strength of the eightfold transformation saint, and he could crush this little guy, but in order to resurrect the soul with the help of Murong Ming's corpse, he dispersed the ordinary cultivation origin, and now that terrible young man used means to revive the bloodline, his cultivation skyrocketed, and at least he also had the strength of the sixfold transformation saint realm.

In his opinion, killing Mu Bai with one punch was enough, and what he was most worried about was that the ancient demon emperor would suddenly take action to suppress himself.

"Ah......h

Mu Bai roared, his black hair dancing like a waterfall, and then he rushed backwards, floating in the void. His blood was boiling, especially when that silver brilliance appeared, and it was even more warlike, making him involuntarily want to conquer and suppress the other party.

"Childe, if the Ancient Demon Emperor makes a move at this time, I'm afraid it will disrupt this good game. Gu Hong spoke silently, and at this time, he had already regarded the young man in front of him as the master, and he was convinced.

The young man just smiled lightly, quietly looking at the battlefield in the distance, with a confident look on his face, as if everything was in his hands, strategizing.

I only heard him speak lightly and said, "The Ancient Demon Emperor won't make a move." ”

There seemed to be a magic in that voice, which was convincing, and I didn't go back to refute it. He said that the Ancient Demon Emperor would not make a move, and the Ancient Demon Emperor might not really make a move.

"Die!" At the same time, the eagle was also roaring, its face hideous, and its roar shook the sky, causing this void to collapse, and the combat power was terrifying.

The two fists touched, and the rolling yuan force fluctuated vastly, and a huge force like a mountain hit Mu Bai's arm, and in an instant, it shook him out, slammed it to the ground, and slid out of a distance of dozens of zhang.

It was too domineering, Mu Bai's arm was shattered and cracked, cracking like porcelain, and blood flowed out, if it weren't for the reappearance of the mysterious emperor's breath before, this punch would be enough to make him die.

"Sevenfold Transformation Saint, how is it possible!" Donghuang Dao Gu and Bai Wuliang exclaimed at the same time, shocked by this.

Not long ago, Murong Ming was just a powerhouse of the Quadruple Transformation Saint Dao Realm, how could he have crossed three small realms just because he was dead and reborn, and his strength had reached such a point.

This result is very amazing!

"His blood was revived. Donghuang Qianyue spoke, her beautiful eyes staring at the wound on Murong Ming's shoulder, where you could see that a piece of Yuan Force like moonlight was flowing, repairing the wound, exuding a strong and transcendent Dao rhyme.

"Changrong Clan, sure enough, it still exists in this world, this is Mu Bai's battle, we can't interfere. The big yellow cat opened his mouth solemnly, and his demeanor gradually became more solemn than ever.

Changrong's family reminded him a lot, of that era of constant wars......

"Meow ~ stinky boy, use the emperor's breath in your blood, otherwise, you won't be able to deal with this guy. The big yellow cat said, as his sharp gaze swept the void around him, trying to find something.

Even though Murong Ming has the blood of the Changrong clan, it is extremely mottled, and it is impossible to bring him back to life and make great progress in cultivation, it is definitely someone who took action, and used the blood of the Changrong clan as a guide to induce such a change.

How terrible Changrong's blood was, this had been proven in that era.

Suppress the laws of the world, on the day of January, the eternity is silent.

Previously, I heard Donghuang Qianyue say that there was a Changrong clan in the ancient land where she was located, and the big yellow cat had not taken it to heart, after all, as early as that era, the ancestors of the Changrong clan had been killed, and their bloodline inheritance was therefore cut off.

But now it seems that this is probably not the case, Changrong's family, there are really descendants!

Mu Bai nodded when he heard this, he felt the restlessness of the blood, the other party's silver blood, there must be some cause and effect with him, he needs to understand it himself, presumably this is also the reason why the big yellow cat does not make a move.

"Let's fight. Mu Bai opened his mouth coldly, and in his body, a bubbling golden cyclone rolled out, as if bathed in a layer of burning holy fire, mighty and extraordinary, like an immortal god of war, threatening people.

The eagle standing on the opposite side also felt the breath, and his blood moved slightly, as if he was facing a great enemy, and immediately his eyes were fierce, and he didn't wait for Mu Bai to completely explode and strike again.

His arms glowed like the most terrible spears, straight and shining with a bright silver color, piercing through the Mubai blast hole.

"Boom!"

Mu Bai retreated, and at the same time raised the killing magic knife in his hand, slashed past, and swept across Murong Ming's terrifying arm, emitting a piercing trembling sound.

Blood splashed, Mu Bai burst back again, his entire arm trembled constantly, numb from the monstrous force, and blood gushed out.

At the same time, pieces of runes spread densely on the surface of Mu Bai's body, spreading layer by layer, and the aura became stronger and stronger.

(End of chapter)