The killing of the broken temple has attracted too many people's attention, and this is the second time that the juvenile supreme has been encircled and suppressed.

The first time was the young master of the remnant clan, but the result was obvious, even the young master of the remnant clan himself got in, and even the bones were not left intact.

Many masters joined forces to kill, but they couldn't stop Mu Qing's brilliant bloom, the wonders were sprayed, and the magnificent immortal mountain was unleashed, becoming clearer and clearer, almost crashing into the real world.

The powerful and rippling power is spreading rapidly, making people feel extremely oppressed, and even breathing becomes slow, and qi and blood are stagnant.

Bang!

During Mu Qing's cast, the golden bone shook, and then a palm slashed out, blocking a Tianjiao's sneak attack, and then casting the cursive sword technique to slash it.

"Let's go together! Don't let him take his chance! Tianjiao, who reacted quickly, immediately took action, seized the excellent gap, and fought together with everyone.

Suddenly, there was a burst of light, and multiple means were sacrificed one after another, and the treasures fell overwhelmingly, bursting out with immeasurable divine might.

Bang!

But suddenly, a huge dark canopy descended, directly killing half of the monks killed at this time.

Mu Qing's expression was indifferent, and the means he quickly used were full of violent power.

His movements were so fast and so ruthless that even the spectators felt terrified, let alone the monks in it.

In the distance, the three old monks kept assessing, they didn't strike immediately, and felt that it was too dangerous to kill the past now.

And just now there was an old man who fought with him, and he was shocked to find that his bone arm was shattered and almost exploded, which was too terrifying.

"If it's outside, he's not our opponent." The old man in black frowned, looking at Mu Qing like a killing god, and was a little shocked in his heart.

He moved quickly, except for a few Tianjiao who could retreat with minor injuries, the others were all killed, he exchanged injuries for killing, and fought with his life.

This way of fighting is simply crazy, and normal people simply can't imitate it.

Boom!

Mu Qing stretched out his right hand again, and then, the golden blood qi was spraying, and he immediately slashed out two sword qis, blurred his figure, and slashed the monk in front of him.

But at the same time, there was a monk next to him, who moved quickly, he was a master of assassination, and the sword was whistling, accompanied by a purple-red light.

At this time, Mu Qing stepped back, holding the Tibetan blue lantern, burning a huge amount of flames, the sea of fire rushed, and the runes exploded, destroying it.

The flames in front of the ruined temple were blazing, and the monks were forced back by the lone lamp, and the blood on the ground was burned, and the smell of blood was even more pungent.

The battle between the lightning and flint, there was already a river of blood here, and Mu Qing had a lot of wounds on his body, which were eye-catching, but they were all small injuries.

Mu Qing let out a long breath, and then whispered, feeling that this battle was too troublesome, and he was glad that he had cultivated his physique to near perfection, and in the same level, few people could hurt themselves.

Someone's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly said: "It's a Tibetan blue lantern, I don't know whose imitation it is." ”

Some of the children of the Wang clan are too familiar with this object, and in the wang clan, it is not considered a high-class object, as long as you contribute enough, you can exchange it.

But at this time, I suddenly felt that everyone seemed to underestimate this treasure, otherwise, why would it be so powerful in Mu Qing's hands?

In the ruined temple, the lone lamp is suspended, the spiritual substance is boiling, extremely rich, steaming, and the wonder is even more brilliant.

"Damn! Can't you really kill it? ”

Someone was roaring, red-eyed, it was Tianjiao, who was the first to speak before, and the future candidate for the top ten holy sons of the capital.

He resisted Mu Qing in two moves and did not die, which attracted everyone's attention in the outside world, with Mu Qing's current strength, few people could withstand him and kill him twice without dying.

This guy is a madman, relying on the body of a young supreme to kill, with a bad personality, and at a critical moment, he can even exchange injuries for killing.

"He's like a grim reaper at the table." Youtai Shang spoke, sighing, with a smile: "If you want to bet with him, you have to press your life into it." ”

When the juniors next to them heard this, their eyelids jumped, but when they thought about it, it seemed to be true.

From the beginning of the trial to the present, Mu Qing has not made many shots, and every time he has made a dead hand, except for Liu Luzhen.

Maybe teasing that guy is a rare evil taste in Mu Qing's killing, but the others, they will kill when they should be killed, and they will not be merciful.

The young master of the bereaved clan is like this, the Liu family is like this, and now it is also the same, these people are hostile to Mu Qing and are unwilling to stake their lives, so they failed.

Probably the one who can stop him should also be a madman, gambling with his life, being blessed by the gods, and existing like a god's body, a monster.

"The Grim Reaper's table, you can only bet on everything." The old man in black smiled, he realized that in the observation just now, with many years of experience.

Someone was puzzled, looked at him, and asked, "What does Chu Ge Lao mean?" ”

"Haven't you found it yet?" Chu Ge Lao and Mu Qing looked at each other, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, and then sighed with a sigh of relief, feeling that Mu Qing was an out-and-out madman.

Through the reminder, some smart people have woken up, but there are also people who have not yet understood and are waiting for answers.

At this time, Po Qingyu was also confused, and asked Po Qingyu and the young man with a knife around him, wanting to understand the deep meaning of this sentence.

Not far away, in a higher position, An Hu pondered carefully, and said in easy-to-understand words: "At the gambling table, there are only two kinds of people, those with strong luck and those with weak luck. ”

He pinched his chin and seriously told the poppy people around him who didn't understand this.

When the time comes, the weak will make a shocking reversal, raise their luck to an incredible level, and then create a so-called miracle that everyone exclaims and talks about.

"So, this young supreme is in this state?" Farther away, young people tentatively spoke.

"You can enter at any time." The young man's master sighed, and his whole body was like an electric current passing through, and he felt terrible: "Is this the supreme talent of the young man?" ”

On a certain high platform, a high-ranking person nodded with a smile and said: "This is potential, ethereal, but real, this Mu Qing probably found this key and continued to enter in the battle." Of course, the price paid is to bet on his life, this kind of person, if he rises steadily, what he does must be crazy and amazing. ”

Compared with what other people explained, the Taishang saw farther and thought more.

They know very well that they can reach such a height, and they have mastered it, but such a state will slowly weaken as they become stronger and stronger.

It is impossible to master it thoroughly, it is impossible to use it as a secret book, and thinking of the key to breaking the game in this kind of mystery is also a cultivator's must do.

At this moment, in front of the steps of the broken temple, Mu Qing let out a long breath, and the heavenly power that had just passed had also recovered in a short period of time.

His right hand was slowly raised, and the black spectacle swirled in his palm like a whirlpool, a special spectacle that had not been used before.

It was too chicken and didn't have much substantial lethality, which made Mu Qing always wonder if this strange scene contained a special meaning?

For example, the guidance of the heavens? But in fact, it's because I've thought too much, it's really chicken, and it has no other use than to accelerate the recovery of the deficit of heavenly power.

Mu Qing took a deep breath and shouted, "If you continue to kill like this, how sure are you that you can kill me?" ”

He smiled, as if he had won the game in advance, but soon, his smile froze on his face, and it turned to shock!

Everyone observed his expression, and suddenly, someone quickly turned his head, and then, gasped, let out a shocked sound, and his pupils shook!

"How is that possible!" Tianjiao in the broken temple was shocked, as if he had met a monster, and suddenly felt his scalp tingle.