The goshawk is gone.

Mu Yang's chest rose and fell violently.

He was angry, really angry.

He didn't expect Ye Xing to attack after he was unconscious.

Although he didn't know what the scene was at that time, Mu Yang could guess from the furious sound of him being pressed under him that the sword must be earth-shattering and merciless, otherwise, Yigangwa's strength would never be injured.

But Mu Yang knew that with his current strength, even if he used the power of the blood of the true demon, he couldn't beat Ye Xing, and if the Golden Bell Seven Swords were urged by the star elements of the Five Realms, the power would skyrocket, and the biggest difference between this top-level combat skill and ordinary martial arts was that the power was related to the number of star elements in the user's body.

The cultivation level of the mainland cultivation world is divided by the number of star and soul apertures, but the distinction between the strength and weakness of martial arts is related to the lifeblood of the star element flowing away when using skills.

Each of these techniques is the crystallization of the wisdom of countless cultivators, and they have formed unique rules after years of tempering. There are special requirements for which meridians the stars flow from, how fast or slow they are, and how many they are, and the slightest difference in the pool will affect the power of the combat technique.

For example, the lowest-level Tiger Fist can be practiced by a star master of one realm and one grade, and its exercise method is that the star element can only flow in one lifeline, and if the two meridians flow at the same time, it will not be able to exert the power of the Tiger Fist, or in other words, it is no longer the Tiger Fist.

The Golden Bell Sword Sutra is different.

It is the unique secret sword of the Southern Xinjiang Sword Saint, and it is the top swordsmanship in the mainland. Its power and changes are not limited to sword moves, and the derived sword qi and sword intent are the essence of this set of sword techniques.

Mu Yang is very aware of his own strength, after the power of the Demon God Statue enters the body, his strength is improving every day, and unlike ordinary human cultivators, his star aperture is no longer lit up one by one, which may be related to the fact that the realm distinction of demon cultivators is not as detailed as that of human beings, in other words, Mu Yang's cultivation method at this time is closer to that of the demon race.

It doesn't matter which way Muyang is practiced, as long as he can become strong and avenge his master, he is willing to endure no matter how much suffering he has.

Now, he has to endure.

The injury on Gangwa's arm shattered the last trace of his affection for Ye Xing.

"Early tomorrow morning, we'll leave Maple Leaf City. ”

Mu Yang said while carefully applying the wound medicine to the wound of the steel baby.

"Yes. ”

Gangwa agreed, without asking the reason, she has always been obedient to Muyang's decision.

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The boneyard was littered with broken skeletons and ruins, the hazy sky was unchanging, and even the wind was damp and smelly.

Bai Li Li waved his tail in a bit of boredom and disgust, trying to sweep away the humid air. However, in this world, there is no dry and warm place, let alone it does not dare to walk around.

It lay on the ground and looked at its short, thin forelimbs, the finger bones covered with scars and cracks twisted like ugly rotten wood, and the miserable white bones were stained with countless slimy dirt, and this hellish place didn't even have a clean place to bathe, which made it a little obsessively clean, how could it endure it! It even hated the way it looked! If a creature hated itself, it should be the saddest thing in the world.

Yes, there is no trace of the noble temperament and supreme majesty of the dragon clan in this way now!

The white and red mouth spat out a faint cluster of dragon breath, yes, just a small cluster of pale white dragon breath, not even the size of the heads of those damn skeletons!

It slowly got up, and when it stood firmly on all fours, its waist was strained, its front and back bodies were staggered, and it shook carefully, only three times, never more. It didn't want to shake off a few bones while shaking its body.

Countless mucus companions

As the only great and noble genius dragon known in this world, Bai Li Tou Red began a life of escape that was extremely inconsistent with his identity on the first day he woke up.

yes, escape. At this time, it has nothing to do with dignity and humility, a prophet of the dragon clan said that those who know the times are handsome. Then, he can be called the head of the dragon clan. To be able to put aside his identity as a noble and proud genius dragon in the shortest possible time, to find an inconspicuous cave to hide, to endure the indescribable dampness and dirtiness, and to endure the loneliness of this wise man and genius that no one can understand!

Whenever he felt some powerful creature passing by, he would run to the sewage not far from the cave to get dirty, and then burrow into the dim, low cavern - pretending to be dead.

Yes. Play dead!

Play dead, is this something that dragons should do!

As a true dragon, what a strong will and shameless spirit it takes to endure so many physical and mental tribulations and come up with such an ingenious and effective way to survive!

Thinking of this, the white and red mood was a little happier, it carefully felt the surroundings, and found that it was very safe, so it straightened its slender cervical vertebrae and screamed.

A dull and majestic voice echoed across the gloomy earth!

What a loud and charming cry! If it were in his previous world, this cry alone would attract countless beautiful and enchanting female dragons!

Bai Li crucinated a few more times, spread the pair of bone wings that were far larger than its body and far more broken than its body, and staggered and climbed to the small hill opposite. Its head shook incessantly, its wings folded one by one, its tail swept rhythmically around, and it began to reminisce about its past when it soared above the colorful clouds.

"I don't know if the dead pig is still in the territory, is the noble white and red to take advantage of it, take advantage of it, or take advantage of it...... Let's take advantage of it. ”

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Behind a big mountain more than a dozen miles away from the hill where Bai Li Tou Red was, a great battle had just ended.

Su pulled out the war knife from the neck of the fanged pig king, looked at the few gaps in the blade, and shook his head dissatisfied.

A pale gray necromantic aura wafted out of the Pig King and entered his body down Sue's nostrils.

The dim fire in Su's eyes suddenly lit up, and countless tiny strands of flesh suddenly appeared on the pale skull, and these strands of flesh began to grow wildly as soon as they appeared, quickly wrapping his skull and forming a dark red flesh membrane on it, and the two spectral flames also turned into two turquoise eyes.

The ghost who had been subdued by Su not long ago floated not far away to watch the changes that had taken place on him, and because she was too excited, the three skeleton soldiers she controlled to fight also kept shaking with her trembling soul, and one of the skeleton soldiers was trembling violently, and two broken ribs were shaken to the ground.

"Master, you have become stronger. ”

Looking at Su Xinsheng's two eyeballs, a green and soft exclamation sounded