On a rainy night, the torrential rain poured, and the visibility in the dark rain curtain was very low, but the flowing breath was terrifying.

Mu Qing's robe was soaked in heavy rain, and he shuttled at full speed through the primeval forest with rugged roads and bushes. The dead soldiers on both sides followed, the speed was very fast, but they were still deliberately suppressing, which was Mu Qing's request.

This escape was difficult, it was destined to be a bloody night, and as soon as he left the city gate, seven or eight powerful breaths chased after him unabashedly.

He didn't know which side it came from, and the voice of the dead man kept coming from his ears to report the location of the other party. Even the dead were scared that so many people were going to intercept and kill this teenage child.

Laugh at!

A sword light flashed quickly, sparks burst out, and a series of thunderbolts killed one after another.

Someone has made a move!

As soon as they left the city gate, there were people who couldn't sit still, which shocked everyone present.

The sword light turned into a white dragon, destroying the trees along the way, and suddenly the ground collapsed, and the rolling heavenly power struck the nine heavens like a wave, with monstrous power.

The forest shook, the trees rattled, the leaves shattered as soon as they hit the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of destruction.

Mu Qing turned his head to look back, his face was ugly, and he let out a low shout, and immediately two dead soldiers rushed out, relying on brutal means to forcibly shatter the sword light. The rumble was deafening, and the night was torn out by the blinding light, reflecting on everyone's faces.

"I can't hold my breath."

Someone scolded angrily, quickly chased after him, and then used his means to confront the two dead soldiers head-on.

The strength of the person who came was not weak, and when he rushed into the battlefield, he cooperated with seven or eight followers to suppress the dead soldiers, and the means were ruthless and the shots were swift.

Mu Qing kept beckoning the dead soldiers to make a move, and nine dead soldiers from the Heavenly Firmament Realm appeared one after another, and the battle situation immediately reversed, and the people who were secretly watching knew that if they didn't stop this group of people, Mu Qing would only retreat faster.

The members of the various forces appeared one after another, and a fierce scuffle broke out in the forest, the fist prints were in the air, the sword light flickered, and as soon as they made contact, someone was quickly killed by the dead man by thunder, and his body exploded into a blood mist, and the first monk died tragically.

"Was it someone from the Sun family who was killed? Damn it! This group of dead soldiers belongs to the royal family! ”

"Wang Changsheng, this dog thing, actually helped the evil scourge, solve this kid, and go back to him to settle accounts!"

During the rainy night, someone saw the monk of the Sun family killed, and his heart was shaken.

They knew that young man, the leader of the Sun family, who was still lively in the capital a few days ago, but they didn't expect that a generation of sons would die in this ghost place where birds don't, and they didn't even leave a whole corpse.

Shout!

Dark arrows burst out from the far distance, like meteors streaking through the pitch-black sky, with the power of matching. The man who shot was extremely confident, standing on the top of the hill and never looking back after shooting an arrow.

Feeling that there was danger behind him and killing quickly, Mu Qing frowned, decided not to be passive anymore, stepped on the ground under his feet, his soul power surged, the strange scene bloomed and the five organs resonated, resonated with the present world, and manifested the vision.

Patches of visions lit up the surroundings, and dark red arrows rushed into the wonders of the magma setting sun, and then like mud cows into the sea, there was no movement.

He looked around angrily, no longer sitting still, stepping out, his soul power swept across the battlefield, found a hidden killer, and then waved his fist, revealing the eternal green lotus, and killed with one punch, simply and neatly.

What does the wonder show? Wang Changsheng said that it was something from ancient legends, there were Penglai Immortal Que, there were Eternal Qinglian, and there was also the Yin Cao Ghost Domain that made the determined people despair, which was the real soul realm.

The people of the present world can manifest it and use it, and they can burst out with boundless power, and the clearer the spectacle, the stronger the power.

He once showed his own vision in front of Mu Qing, it was very peaceful, it was the legendary Great Leiyin Temple, more condensed than Mu Qing, more like a real existence, and it was infinitely close to the gate of the Great Leiyin Temple.

At that time, he was very skeptical, could it be that the legends of the earth in his previous life were all related to the soul realm?

Wang Changsheng bluntly said that there are very few people who can perform wonders in the Earth Spirit Realm, even if they are placed in the brilliant primeval capital.

They are known as the Juvenile Supreme, a group of powerful seedlings that carry the will of the common people.

With a bang, Mu Qing's heavenly power exploded, and he exerted great force again, stretched out his right hand and grabbed a monk's hair, and then shook his arms, directly tearing his body apart, blood gushing out, and organs flowing down the water.

Someone was eyeing him, he was a master of the Heavenly Firmament Realm, the thunder was shining brightly, the glow was spurting out, and the treasure technique he used turned into a three-meter-tall giant tiger, approaching Mu Qing, and pounced forward.

Mu Qing was shocked, he didn't dare to be careless, the monks of the Heavenly Firmament Realm were impossible for him to resist.

In the blink of an eye, the wonders of the sky bloomed, the golden divine blood rioted, the flesh and blood were like gold, formed in an instant, and the muscle lines were extremely obvious.

At the last moment, a dead soldier quickly rushed out and helped Mu Qing resist at the cost of breaking an arm. Mu Qing turned around and fled, and at the same time as he turned around, he raised his hand and smashed a young monk to death with the Heavenly Canopy Wonder.

In a battle tonight, every shot must be rewarded, otherwise it is to say 'hello' to the god of death and hasten death.

Mu Qing did not hesitate, his eyes were cold, his face was indifferent, and while rushing forward, a short sword flew out from his right hand with a tremble, it was something given to him by Wang Changsheng, the material was extraordinary, and it could leave white marks on the Xuanzhong Sword.

The soul power was brilliant, the secret power exploded, and the power of shaking hands was infused into it, and at the same time as the white light passed, it instantly killed a young monk and quickly broke through.

"Catch him, never let him leave this forest!"

Another elder of a certain family made a move, and he was shocked, but he didn't expect Mu Qing to ignore the realm gap and kill people by leapfrogging.

His speed was very fast, like a crossing, and he cast a gloomy ghost claw treasure technique, falling from the top of Mu Qing's head, with a bang, a ten-meter-long slap cut through Mu Qing's front road, and the rain poured into it, and the earth and rocks cracked.

"Look how you run!" At the same time that Mu Qing was stunned, there was a white-clothed monk behind him, a master at the peak of the Earth Spirit Realm, who stepped into the Heavenly Firmament Realm with half a foot.

He was holding a big red lantern, eerie and terrifying, the power of heaven gushing, cyan runes appeared outside the lantern, and then pieces of ancient characters bombarded and killed, flames intertwined, the scene was terrifying.

Mu Qing did not hesitate, and once again cast a strange scene, hedging against it at a very fast speed, the vast sea appeared in his palm, and behind him was the stormy waves, and then the meteorite fragments fell all over his body, and the speed increased again.

Like a bamboo, Mu Qing swung his Xuanzhong Sword to smash the oncoming runes, bathing in ancient characters, his skin was burned, his whole body was red, and he was steaming, but he did not cause greater injuries, and he did not hurt his internal organs.

Strongly resisting the cyan waves formed by the ancient characters, Mu Qing had already bullied forward, which immediately made the white-clothed monk frightened.

"You....!" He couldn't believe it, his heart shook, this was the secret treasure of the family, it had the power of the Heavenly Firmament Realm, and it could easily suppress any monk in the Earth Spirit Realm, even the Holy Son had to retreat.

Mu Qing didn't speak, his backhand was a slap, and the white-clothed monk's body flew upside down more than ten meters away, and then slammed into the tree trunk, and his body exploded, blood and water intertwined, mixed and fell to the ground.

The monk next to him saw that his scalp was numb and turned to escape, but Mu Qing was faster than him. One step out of more than ten meters, he took advantage of the situation to look at a certain elder who was killed not far away, and raised the Xuanzhong Sword to kill him directly.

The old man in black who killed him was furious, Mu Qing killed his grandson, or the only one.

In the blink of an eye, the old man in black exerted his violent power, his sunken eyes were as green as ghost fire, his dry palm stretched out, and he smashed down with the power of heaven to form a ghost claw in mid-air, and the power of the match struck with anger.

"Dead man!" Mu Qing drank loudly and retreated sharply, while performing a strange scene.

He looked into the distance, his soul sensitive, aware of danger. At this time, another dark red long arrow struck, piercing the raindrops, blinking in front of Mu Qing, attracting patches of smoke and rain, which were formed after the raindrops were shattered by the force, hazy, making things unreal in it.

Mu Qing's hands turned, and once again the wonders of the sunset magma, with a snort, the long arrow flew into it, disappeared, and only to look closely found that it was actually bound in the depths of the magma, and was gradually swallowed.

With a bang, the air wave rolled and rippled in all directions, then contracted rapidly, and exploded again, shattering the giant trees around them.

The dead man appeared to block the old man in black, and then fought him, and then two more dead men held him down.

Mu Qing gritted his teeth, and while raising his hands, the heavenly power around his body operated, compressing the Emperor's Treasure Technique in an instant, and blasting out with a clenched fist!