"It's here, right?"

Mu Fei's figure was suspended in the air, looking down at the low-lying basin below with his hands on his chest, watching the rivers dry up and the grass and trees decaying, without any vitality at all.

Yang Ting's eyes flickered, and he seemed to be a little uncertain: "It should be good, the exercises he cultivates have a strong evil aura, and looking at the dilapidated place, I think his cave is near here." ”

Mu Fei said with a solemn face: "How to lure him out?" ”

"No hurry! It is the best policy to fill the state of you and me first. ”

"Okay."

After a little discussion, the two decided to adjust their respective states first, after all, they would be greeted by a fierce battle.

Blood Mist Shilang cultivates to enter the Mahayana, and the known means is to escape first-class, as for whether there are other hidden hole cards, Mu Fei does not know, in fact, this time he took risks, and did not want Mu Fei's previous style, but in order to improve his cultivation quickly, he can only take this step to trap chess.

The two of them recuperated for three days and were ready to go, and once again came to the basin and scanned back and forth.

Mu Fei simply got straight to the point: "It's better to be direct, he doesn't know you anyway." ”

With that, Mu Fei Shen thought out and covered the basin below in its entirety, and then began a carpet search.

At first, everything was quite calm, making Mu Fei think that they were in the wrong place, but just as his divine thoughts were about to finish his visit, he suddenly felt another powerful divine thought rushing towards him.

"Huh?"

Mu Fei's complexion changed, and he immediately strengthened his divine resistance, and put on a reckless posture.

This success attracted the attention of that divine thought, and the next moment, a black shadow pierced the void and burst towards Mu Fei.

Seeing this, the corners of Mu Fei's mouth rose, and he said with a light smile: "This is called efficiency!" ”

When the black shadow appeared in front of Mu Fei with an expressionless face, Mu Fei was also constantly examining the other party.

Seeing that the other party had obviously recognized him, Mu Fei was not hiding it, and said directly in a showdown: "We've seen it!" Valley of the Beasts. ”

Hearing this, Blood Mist Shirou looked a little surprised, he stared at Mu Fei and said, "No wonder it's so familiar, what?" What's the matter that even came to the door in person? ”

The conversation between the two was quite normal, and Mu Fei did not show hostility at first, for this reason, Blood Mist Shirou was also a skilled and bold person, and looked at Mu Fei with great contempt.

Mu Fei touched his nose, then elbowed Yang Ting and smiled: "It's to bring someone to you to get to know you, he said that you are very familiar." ”

"Oh?"

After hearing Mu Fei's words, Blood Mist Shirou shifted his gaze to Yang Ting, and then asked in disbelief, "Your Excellency?" ”

Yang Ting didn't answer immediately, but took off his hat and leaked his golden mask.

However, the pair of scarlet pupils under the mask exuded a strong killing intent all the time.

Yang Ting moved like a thunderbolt, and suddenly reached out with one hand, directly catching Blood Mist Shirou off guard.

Although Blood Mist Shirou felt that Mu Fei and the others were very suspicious and always resisted them, this moment of trouble really made him a little unbearable.

Although Blood Mist Shirou reacted extremely quickly, he still looked a little unsightly in front of the Sleepy God Lock.

The Sleepy God Lock burst out for a moment, as if it had life, twisting in a strange arc, and instantly wrapped around the upper body of Blood Mist Shirou.

Seeing this, Mu Fei instantly put away the smile on his face and said, "Do it!" ”

With that, Ling Tian's halberd pierced through the void and pierced through Blood Mist Shirou's head with unmistakable precision.

In an instant, the latter's head exploded, and blood continued to spray down from the sky like a fountain.

Seeing this scene, Mu Fei and the others not only felt joyful, but their faces sank, and they secretly said something bad in their hearts.

Sure enough, the blood mist Shirou, who had already died under Mu Fei's battle halberd, dissipated instantly, forming a leisurely breeze that drifted away without a trace.

"Damn it!"

Mu Fei cursed, and in addition to being shocked in his heart, he was more uneasy.

"It turned out to be you..."

The next moment, a voice full of banter echoed in the ears of Mu Fei and the others, and then the void in front of Mu Fei's eyes suddenly condensed into a cloud of blood, and after a while, the unharmed Blood Mist Shirou took a step and slowly walked out of the blood mist.

The eyes of the three of them were intertwined, and they all saw indifference and murderous intent in each other's eyes.

"Sleepy God Lock..."

"I didn't expect you to remember!"

However, to Mu Fei's surprise, after seeing the sleepy god lock, Blood Mist Shirou was not only not afraid, but also talked about it without fear.

In this regard, Mu Fei's heart jumped, and a bad premonition hit his heart.

Seeing this, Blood Mist Shirou laughed even more arrogantly and said, "You are good at everything, but you have no brains." I said I'm afraid of being sleepy, do you really think I'm afraid? ”

His cynicism was aimed at Yang Ting, it was obvious that the sleepy god lock was just a game he had laid out early on, but this game could be drilled or not, but Yang Ting got into it.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, you're going to die today."

However, Yang Ting is not a vegetarian, and since he has understood that he has been put on the other party again, it seems that there is no need to talk nonsense except for doing it.

Both of them are Mahayana cultivators, but in terms of physical strength, Yang Ting is obviously slightly superior, because of the bronze armor corpse's resurrection of the corpse, his body is not only amazingly destructive, but even his ability to resist blows is far beyond that of ordinary monks.

Yang Ting's black true qi was surging quietly, and he motioned to Mu Fei to watch from the side, just pay attention to the Blood Mist Shirou escaping, as for the grievances between the two of them, they should also be settled at this moment.

"I can kill you once, you think I can't kill you a second time, bring a guy who is in the middle of the void to die, I really can't find a second person to do this kind of stupid thing."

Blood Mist Shirou was also surging with true qi, and constantly verbally attacked Yang Ting, a diamond-shaped face covered with folds caused by sneering.

Yang Ting was unmoved, but said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense, I want to fight with you." ”

With that, Yang Ting turned into a streamer and shot towards the other party, the smile on Blood Mist Shirou's face stiffened, and he understood that he couldn't be good today, so he immediately shook his palm and threw two sharp cones condensed from true qi towards Yang Ting.

The figures of the two continued to toss and turn in the void, and the collision of the powerful True Qi formed ripples, expanding outward layer after layer.

Mu Fei's pupils rotated rapidly, constantly capturing the flashing figures of the two, to say that the true qi of the Mahayana into the void is really not comparable to him in the middle stage of the void.

One is the degree of strength, and the other is to compress and compress the strong true qi, so that it will be promoted from quantity to quality.

The two first had a simple trial, and after dozens of rounds of fighting, they were still evenly matched, and if the punches and kicks could not be seen, then it was time for each to use their own methods to press the bottom of the box.

Blood Mist Shilang repelled Yang Ting with one leg, Xuan Yi sneered, and the Xuan Ao Seal in his hand kept flying: "It turned out to be borrowing the corpse to return the soul, it seems that that kid is the boiling guy who has been spread in the sky during this time." ”

He landed a pair of eagle-like eyes on Mu Fei, and unceremoniously warned Mu Fei: "When did the Xuandao Sect become so nosy? ”

Hearing this, Mu Fei didn't answer, but shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and said, "I didn't do anything, I just just watched the excitement, drank soup and gnawed some bones by the way." ”

"Humph! Killing you here can only say that you are inferior in skills, and Xuandao will not avenge you. Be nosy, don't get caught on fire! ”

Blood Mist Shirou didn't seem to want Mu Fei to wade into the troubled waters, and as Yang Ting said, it was just a personal grudge between them, but Mu Fei's appearance obviously made Blood Mist Shirou take care of it.

Not to mention whether Mu Fei is planning to reap the benefits, his identity and background alone is enough for him to think about it.

After all, he didn't want to provoke the Xuandao Sect because of a disciple who had entered the middle stage of the void, and he knew that more things were better than less things, but it was anyone's voice.

However, he ignored one point, that is, Mu Fei consumed a lot of money in order to trap the god lock, if he didn't take down the Blood Mist Shilang, then he would really be a meat bun beating a dog this time, and there would be no return.

Therefore, Blood Mist Shirou must leave the Qiankun bag, or be killed by Yang Ting, in a word, Mu Fei will never let him leave here easily.

Taking advantage of the dire situation of the two of them, Mu Fei naturally started to think crookedly, he transferred Xiao Hei from the Creation Ding to the ordinary Ding Furnace, and held the Creation Ding in the palm of his hand, as long as there was a chance, he would sacrifice the Creation Ding to trap the two of them.

Because he didn't know much about Blood Mist Shirou's escape spell and whether he could ignore the enchantment of the Creation Ding, he had been struggling with whether to use it or not.

Since the trapped god lock failed, he can only use the dead horse as a live horse doctor, and try it with the Creation Ding, if not, then use the trapped god lock to cooperate, so that he doesn't believe that this blood mist Shirou has great ability, and he can escape!

Because the two of them are both Mahayana, so it is difficult to distinguish for a while, Mu Fei is quietly waiting for the opportunity on the side, if the two of them don't take out some hole cards, the sky is dark, he really has no chance to sacrifice the Creation Ding.

Besides, there is only one opportunity, Mu Fei must grasp it properly, otherwise it will be a bamboo basket for nothing.

Yang Ting's cultivation method was a little surprising with the Blood Mist Shirou, and his main method was to constantly cast the magic array and superimpose it, trapping the Blood Mist Shirou like a shackle.

However, in the face of many formations imprisoned, Blood Mist Shirou should be able to deal with it with ease, and the dense beams of light continued to burst out from his hands, stabbing the magic formation that shrouded him like a hedgehog.

And Blood Mist Shirou is becoming more and more courageous in terms of breath, on the contrary, Yang Ting is gradually weakening his momentum over time.

Taking everything in perspective, beads of sweat slid down Mu Fei's forehead, Yang Tingdou couldn't be as good as Blood Mist Shilang, but what Mu Fei didn't expect was that he didn't even have the opportunity to sacrifice the Creation Ding.

"Damn!"

"I'm afraid if it drags on any longer..."

Mu Fei was very anxious in his heart, seeing that he had no choice, his true qi immediately surged, going upstream, and Ling Tian's battle halberd even pierced the sky, bringing out a continuous wave of qi that spread out.

"Look at my might!"