Alone in Longtan,.

Although Xiao Hei and the others were not at ease, under Wu Ming's strict order, everyone did not dare to disobey.

The Giant Sword Demon King followed Wu Ming's instructions and led everyone back one hundred and fifty miles.

Rou'er and the others asked curiously: "I really don't worry about my brother alone, so we're just waiting?"

The Giant Sword Demon King explained: "Don't worry, Brother Wu Ming has his own plans. ”

"So we're just going to wait and do nothing?"

The Giant Sword Demon King smiled faintly: "Hehehe, of course not, and this time, we are going to show our skills." ”

Hearing that he was showing his skills, Xiao Hei, who had always been belligerent, immediately looked very excited.

Speaking of Wu Ming alone, he followed Our Lady of Wuhuan all the way up the mountain.

It stands to reason that they are all masters, and they just go up directly in the air.

Our Lady of Wuhuan took Wu Ming to walk the mountain road, and she was not afraid of delaying time.

On both sides of the mountain road, there are disciples of the Burial Pavilion every few meters, all of them fierce and vicious.

Wu Ming smiled secretly in his heart: "Hehe, the Funeral Pavilion is trying to kill my momentum, the more this is the case, the more it proves that you are jealous of me, and it seems that I am in control of my victory today." ”

Wu Ming walked leisurely, very calm.

If you want to walk slowly, I will accompany you to walk slowly, as for those people on both sides, Wu Ming completely turned a blind eye.

Eventually, come to the destination.

In front of the door, the carefree two virgins were already waiting.

Seeing that the Holy Mother of Wuhuan came with Wu Ming, the two glanced at each other, and vaguely, the expressions on their faces were a little surprised.

Fuxi Mountain, which was guarded by tens of thousands of people, had become a temporary mountain gate for the Funeral Desire Pavilion, and they never expected that Wu Ming would come alone, and his face was fearless and free.

With this pride alone, the carefree and carefree two virgins secretly praised in their hearts.

However, the two still adhered to the meaning of the pavilion master.

"Giggles, junior sister, is this the famous Wu Ming?"

"The first place in the Yuntian Talent Fighting Skills Conference, tsk...... , yes, yes, really young. ”

While talking, the two saw that the face of the Virgin of Wuhuan was extremely ugly.

"Senior sister, what are you?"

Our Lady of Unhappiness gave Our Lady of Sanssouci a look.

Coincidentally, Our Lady of Sanssouci also had a desire to plant in the burial mound, and subconsciously, she didn't want to offend Wu Ming.

So, Our Lady of Sanssouci smiled and said, "Hehehe, since you are here, then please go inside." ”

Unexpectedly, the Holy Mother of Wuwu took a step forward and blocked in front of Wu Ming.

Wu Ming frowned slightly, staring at the Holy Mother of Sorrow.

"The pavilion master and a few elders, the elders are inside, according to the rules of this gate, Wu Ming, you have to leave the Qiankun bag, if you still have the life to come out in a while, giggles, this Holy Mother will be handed back to you." ”

Hearing this, Our Lady of Joy and Our Lady of Carefree are a little uncomfortable.

Our Lady of Wuhuan said in her heart: "Fourth Senior Sister, don't go too far, this Wu Ming is soft and doesn't eat hard and doesn't swallow, if you are really in a hurry, both sides will lose, you don't have to worry, you don't have any desire in the burial mound, and our sisters' lives will be difficult to protect." ”

Our Lady of Sorrow has about the same thoughts.

Wu Ming sneered at the Virgin of Wuwu: "Giggles, if you want to take my Qiankun bag, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." ”

One sentence is full of provocation, here and now, this situation and this scene, Wu Ming is alone, provoking the Holy Mother of No Worries, which is basically equivalent to challenging the entire Funeral Desire Pavilion.

Our Lady of Sorrow is ranked fourth among the eight Virgins, and she is also a powerful character.

"Hmph, okay, it is rumored that you Wu Ming is crazy, and when I see it today, I will see your ability. As she spoke, the figure of the Holy Mother of No Sorrow flashed, and she arrived in front of Wu Ming like a gust of wind.

With a flick of the wrist, the dry hand changed into the shape of a claw.

Wu Ming didn't dodge or dodge, and let the claw of the Holy Mother of No Sorrow grab his shoulder.

Our Lady of No Worries was ordered to give Wu Ming a dismount here, she knew that Wu Ming was not easy to deal with, so she also used seventy percent of her cultivation with this claw.

Click!

How do you know, this claw grabbed Wu Ming's shoulder, as if it was grasping on meteoric iron.

Our Lady of No Worries immediately changed her face, and no matter how hard she tried, it still had no effect.

After a few breaths, only a muffled sound was heard, Wu Ming's shoulder was shaken by the claw, and the claw of the Holy Mother of Wu Wu was directly bounced away, and her whole person was also shocked and took three or four steps back before she could stand firmly.

In an instant, Our Lady of Sorrow felt a loss of face, especially Our Lady of Joy and Our Lady of Carefree were watching.

"Wu Ming, you are presumptuous. ”

Wu Ming was stunned for a moment, am I presumptuous? Hehe, you so-called masters of the big sects, you can't beat people, so it's also someone else's presumptuousness?

The Holy Mother of Worry-free perched again, and it was still a claw, but this time, she used almost all her cultivation, and the five fingers of this claw were condensed with the power of Wanjun, and the Holy Mother of Wuwu was obviously murderous, and her eyes were full of strong killing intent.

Suddenly, seeing this, the expressions of Our Lady of Joy and Our Lady of Carefree changed greatly.

The Holy Mother of Worry-Free was worried that the Holy Mother of Worry-free was too heavy, and if Wu Ming died, she would not be able to live.

Our Lady of Wuhuan is different, she is also worried, but she is not worried about Wu Ming, but she is worried about Our Lady of Sanssouciac.

Click!

Condensing the claw of the Holy Mother of Sorrow, he grabbed Wu Ming's shoulder again.

This time, the claws of the Holy Mother of Sorrow had some effect, at least it caught into Wu Ming's flesh, after all, the Holy Mother of Sorrow was one of the eight Holy Mothers of the Funeral Desire Pavilion, and she had a certain strength.

The black-purple blood suddenly stained Wu Ming's shoulders.

Seeing this, a smug smile finally appeared on her face, but the next moment, she found that Wu Ming was also smiling, and the smile was so weird and so evil.

This time, it was difficult to leave.

Wu Ming did not shake off the Holy Mother of No Worries, but used the Killing God and Demon Skill, and in an instant, the essence of the Holy Mother of No Worries was quickly lost.

Fang Cai Wuwu felt angry because she was shaken back by Wu Ming, this time, she couldn't stop if she wanted to, seeing her arm quickly dry up, she even hoped that Wu Ming would shake her back quickly.

"Senior sister. Seeing this, Our Lady of Carefree was shocked, and in a blink of an eye, the arm of Our Lady of Sorrow was as dry as wood.

"Fourth Senior Sister, quickly break your arm to save your life. "The Holy Mother of Wuhuan knows the power of Wu Ming's magic skills, and right now, if she wants to save the life of the Holy Mother of Wuhuan, in her opinion, there is only one way.

"Stop, Wu Ming, you stop me. ”

Wu Mingquan didn't hear it, he just smiled and looked at the Holy Mother of Wuxi.

Almost every five breaths, the cultivation of the Lady of Sorrow passes.

In the end, Our Lady of Sorrow could only be ruthless, and her other hand turned into a palm knife, slashed off her shoulder, and forcibly cut off one of her arms.

In this way, a life was saved.

At this moment, everyone looked at the broken arm of Our Lady of Sorrow on the ground, and their faces were full of shock and fear, where is still an arm, it is simply a withered bamboo pole.