With the force of his palm, the black and white mask suddenly shattered, turning into a little streamer and shooting into the body of the dog figure. Feeling the continuous improvement of the purity of his consciousness, the dog figure grinned, and his pious expression turned into a crazy color.

In the Church of the Scourge, each believer will be dealt a mask that fits his or her current realm, and this is also the hole card of every Scourge believer. With the power stored within the mask, the wearer can temporarily break through to a higher realm. Among the church masks, the highest specification is the black and white mask worn by the dog figure, which represents the peak of artistic conception. After all, further up, for the incarnations of calamity who are equivalent to the combat power of the throne, there is no shortcut on the way to the supreme power.

The figure exploded, and Mu Qing seemed to want to take the initiative to distance himself. This time, the dog figure moved, and the white mist around his body flashed out instantly, chasing after Mu Qing. He didn't want to spend any more time with Mu Qing. After all, he didn't know what Mu Qing's hidden means of recovery were, the old dark disease had begun to recur, and a quick solution was the right choice.

With his toes twisting, Mu Qing, who had been leaving quickly, suddenly turned back and smashed his fist at the dog figure. Although she didn't know the intention of the dog figure to suddenly approach her, since the person in front of her intended hand-to-hand combat, she could be said to welcome it very much.

The fist struck the chest, and the burst of energy caused the fog steps under their feet to explode. But this time, the dog figure did not dodge or dodge, and resisted this heavy punch. The white mist condensed into a vortex in his chest, and the black fist swirled wildly around it. The fog behind the dog diagram exploded even more, but in the next moment, it converged and converged again, and it was back to its original state. It's just that the strength of the fog unloading has carved a deep pit into the ground under the dog figure.

Split with one foot, and split the dog figure and the surrounding mist to the ground together. The mountain, which had been blown away by the explosion, was once again hit hard. The reddish-yellow bedrock crumbles into powder again. Mu Qing's body burst down and pursued. For Mu Qing, whose abilities were basically sealed by black fire, air combat was far less advantageous than ground warfare.

After the dog figure stood firm, a white vortex condensed to block Mu Qing's pursuit. Immediately, a large black mist turned into a big hand and grabbed Mu Qing, but it was torn apart one by one.

"Dragonlord's Jaw." The dog looked at Mu Qing, who was constantly defeating the black mist tide and walking into him, and confided three words again.

The white mist rolled and condensed into a giant dragon head, and when he opened his giant mouth, he was about to swallow it together with the black mist tide and Mu Qing. As soon as the black mist came into contact with the white mist, it transformed into sharp dragon teeth, which struck again as the dragon's head closed. The black fog that originally attacked Mu Qing in the early stage of the fog tide became more and more crazy, and it was desperate to dissipate directly and drag Mu Qing in place.

In the field of vision, the dragon head was getting closer and closer, but Mu Qing was never able to get out. With a single palm smashing the last trace of black mist, the monstrous mouth was already close in front of him. Inhaling slowly, the sound of air grinding is like the neighing of a giant beast. Mu Qing didn't choose to run away because it was too late. With his fingers together and his palms together, Mu Qing stomped heavily on the mountain rock under his feet, and his body shot straight into the dragon's mouth like an arrow.

Mu Qing chose to die and live.

The dragon closed its mouth, and the heavens and the earth in its mouth suddenly fell into darkness, and the black toothed blades were fiercely put together.

Fighting his calves, arms, and back, several wounds were cut by the black mist blade teeth, and Mu Qing finally came to the place where the dragon was throated

There are no blades of black mist here, only thick and unusual white fog walls.

The surrounding fog walls have been slowly closing, as if the heaven and earth are grinding plates, bound to crush them to carry all spirits. The black fog blade behind him pursued, sharp and cold.

"Give me ......" With his palms facing back, he plunged straight into the wall of the mist, Mu Qing exerted all his strength, and his wrinkled nose was also bleeding. Qi, blood and spirit burned wildly together. With a loud shout, it seemed to spit out the air that had been inhaled earlier.

"Open!"

The mist at the back of the dragon's head rolled wildly, as if it was about to kill the resistance completely, but it was still torn apart. The white mist of the big flower had not yet dissolved, and the remains of the giant dragon's head had not yet dissipated, lying behind the figure that came out.

Mu Qing's arms trembled uncontrollably, and the previous blow was a little beyond her limit. He raised his arm to wipe his nosebleed, and blood continued to spill out from the wrist of the black glove. The ten fingers had been badly worn, but the gloves of the unknown material were still intact and still clean.

Ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the fingers between the gloves have been blurred by worn flesh. But for Mu Qing, who has experienced the pain of burning his body and burning his soul with black fire, these are nothing. Gently shake your arm, take off your gloves, empty the blood and put them back on. Mu Qing walked towards the dog figure step by step, and his expression became more and more calm.

Looking at Mu Qing who was coming, the smile on the dog figure became more and more crazy.

He saw the burning battle intent under Mu Qing's calm expression. He longs for destruction and to be destroyed, to kill and to be killed. Although those eyes were obscured by a pair of obstructive sunglasses, the tide of killing intent was already surging towards him.

"Come, my trials, come and destroy me with your own hands, or be destroyed by me." Dog Tu Weng moved his lips and muttered to himself, but staring at Mu Qing's eyes was a little distracted. It was as if he saw pure destruction in the girl. That would be the end game for herself and one of her.

Ever since joining the Church of the Scourge, Inutu has been fascinated by this destruction. However, since that time, he was slammed through the chest by that hand, but he was lucky not to die, and the dog figure who was defeated by the trial arranged by the Supreme Power sank to a low point for a while.

"Depression is not our destination, but destruction is our path. Go to the East, you may have what you're looking for. ”

When he found the lotus flower that had not yet bloomed in the depths of the Qinhuang Mountain Range, Inutu thought that he had found something in the mouth of the great patriarch. Now, though, he's found out he's wrong.

Here and now, Inutu truly finds the destruction he has been seeking.

His eyes were blood-red, and he stretched out his hands to the sky and laughed silently. Great joy enveloped his body and mind, and a deep sense of satisfaction arose in his soul. The Patriarch is right, all of this is indeed the arrangement of the Supreme Power.

Mu Qing's steps quickened, lowering his body and rushing towards the enemy in front of him again. The black and white mist that built the dragon king's jaw behind him hadn't had time to return to Inutu's body, so now was the best time to attack himself.

Urging the little black and white mist left around him, Dog Tu stopped laughing and also charged towards Mu Qing.

The fist and fist clashed, and the ground under the feet of the two was torn apart again. Wisps of purple blood flowed from the corners of his lips, but this time Inuto didn't care. The power of the black and white mask had been completely absorbed by him, and the infinite purity of consciousness of the dog figure firmly locked the old wound on his chest. Slowly urging the secret method, he will use all his means to destroy this trial in front of him!

Dog Tu shook his arm in the palm of his hand and held it empty, and when he swung it in front of Mu Qing, a black mist blade had already taken shape and slashed down diagonally. Mu Qing pushed his left palm to meet the attack, and the fog blade failed to cut through the black glove, and was shattered by Mu Qing. But above the broken blade was a new mist blade, which slashed Mu Qing's forearm, and then was completely dispersed by Mu Qing's right hand. A powerful whip kick kicked towards Mu Qing's flank, Mu Qing actually resisted this blow, and once again swung his fist and attacked fiercely at the figure in front of him.

Even if he is not good at hand-to-hand combat, Dog Tu relies on his strong physique like the peak of artistic conception to fight Mu Qing on the spot. The black and white mist rolled in, and Mu Qing's offensive became more and more ferocious, intending to complete the battle. The ferocious arrogance rose again, and the rock veins under his feet shattered. One punch after another broke up the defense of the dog map, and Mu Qing was racing against the fog tide behind him.

A punch hit Inu Tu's lower abdomen, and a large mouthful of purple blood gushed out, but Mu Qing sighed slightly, he couldn't kill him before the fog tide arrived.

Dodging the bombardment of the fog tide, Mu Qing's figure appeared not far away.

"Thank you, my trial, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Therefore, I will destroy you with the highest standards. Inutu coughed up blood, restrained his smile, and his expression became calm.

The arcane urging has been completed.

The index fingers intersected against the forehead, and the canine figure opened his lips and teeth slightly, and gently confided a word.

"Ash."