After a moment, his eyes quietly opened a slit. Looking at the past, it is full of verdant, verdant trees soaring into the sky, and the mountains stretch like a giant dragon lying on the ground. The mountain lakes in the middle are crystal clear and sparkling in the sun.

"The underworld is slightly beautiful!" Mu Sen sighed.

But in an instant, he reacted, how could this be the underworld?!, "I'm not dead!" he shouted happily. But before his excitement had passed, he immediately burst out and cursed. "It's 30,000 meters in the air, right?!"

Looking at himself getting closer and closer to the ground, Mu Sen's body suddenly crackled, and the surging spiritual power was like a river, enveloping him. Then he drew his long knife and kept slashing downward, the knife intent roaring, directly splitting the ground into holes one by one. With the help of its rebound power, the speed of Musen's decline has slowed down.

In the end, only to hear a bang, Mu Sen fell to the ground fiercely, splashing a large cloud of smoke. Mu Sen waved his hand to disperse the smoke, and then showed a triumphant expression, "That's how handsome!"

The next second.

"Boom!"

Mu Sen was slammed to the ground by Yao's figure falling from the sky, and the place where he was directly recessed was a human-shaped crater. After waiting for a long time, Mu Sen's angry voice came out, "Senior Yao, do you want to do this to me?"

"Hey, Senior Yao, you haven't woken up yet?So how did we get out of the Void Passage?Did you set up automatic navigation?" Mu Sen's words burst out of his mouth one after another. But in the end, he didn't get the answer he wanted, because Yao was still dull and didn't smell anything else.

Mu Sen sighed, picked up Yao and jumped up from the hole. He stretched out his right hand, condensed the splash, and helped himself and Yao both clean up.

"I'm still that handsome. "I praised myself without shame. Mu Sen began to think about the problem of the moment. What about Senior Yao? Where the hell is this?

After thinking about it for about three breaths, Mu Sen made up his mind and took Senior Yao to find someone to ask where this was.

"Senior Yao, take two steps?" Mu Sen said to Yao in a tentative tone.

Yao didn't react.

"Do I have to carry it all the way?" Mu Sen said with his chin pinched. But there's no way if you don't carry it, you can't throw Yao here. Although with his cultivation, it is estimated that no one can hurt him. But this behavior is always wrong, not to mention that your conscience is not passable. Just if Changwu's predecessors knew that he threw his savior into the wilderness, then he didn't have to mix it up if he was watching himself.

Mu Sen picked up Yao, then looked at the sun to discern the direction, and then ......

He put Yao down again, and then he hammered his head, "I'm really a pig, I don't know where this place is, why do I have to look at the sun to tell the direction? ”

Mu Sen picked up four stones from the ground, and then muttered to himself, "Heavenly Spirit Spirit, Earth Spirit Spirit, Heavenly God and Buddha tell me where to go?" After speaking, he threw all four stones into the sky. After a while, looking at the distribution of the four stones on the ground, Mu Sen silently calculated, "Well, this is going to the southeast Dali." ”

Then he picked up Yao and went to the northwest.

Belch?

Uh, uh, don't you know that I'm rejected by God?

Mu Sen carried Yao on his back and walked like a fly, heading to the northwest. Along the way, he never stopped for a moment, climbed the mountains and crossed the water. When the sun set, Mu Sen wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I don't know how far away from Qingyang City is." ”

"Also, after walking for so long, I haven't even seen a single figure, it's just amazing. ”

"God, give me one. ”

......

"Sister, you guys go quickly!" Suddenly, a slightly hurried voice crashed into Mu Sen's ears. Mu Sen's face was overjoyed, thinking that this perfunctory wish could come true.

Then he drew his long knife and galloped in the direction where the voice came from, and following his gaze, he saw more than a dozen hundred clans chasing five Terran warriors, these five Terran warriors were two women and three men, each with injuries.

"Brother, I can't escape, fight with them!" said the woman in the blue overcoat among the two girls.

"If you can't escape, you have to escape! After the three of us cut you off, you must escape!" said a male warrior with a stubble on his face and wide eyes, listening to the voice, this warrior was the warrior who had just shouted.

"You can't escape!" This is the blood clan who rushed to the front, he was dressed in a robe, his eyes were full of bloodlust and cruelty, looking at the five fleeing clans, it was like looking at a plate of delicious food.

"Stop, we can be merciful and give you pain. It was another Bloodclan who spoke, his face full of gloom, and the blood-red spear in his hand spewing a little cold.

"Do you lowly blood eaters just run?"

"It's just that I don't even have the courage to turn back. ”

......

After the two blood clans ridiculed each other, the other hundred clans also mocked.

Hearing the words of the hundred tribes, the woman in the blue suit immediately retorted, "A group of scum who have been killed by the wooden sacrifice wine, have the ability to fight alone? !"

As soon as the cyan power-clad woman's voice fell, the noisy Bai clan's face froze, as if they had been struck by this sentence or one of the words in this sentence.

At the same time, Mu Sen, who was coming quickly, was also moved in his heart, Mu Sacrifice Wine, shouldn't it be himself? If it's himself, then ......

Is this famous?

In fact, what Mu Sen didn't know was that now he was no longer famous. Half a month has passed since the battle of the dormant volcanic group to kill 50,000 tribes. And this is enough for his great achievements to spread throughout the three cities of Qingyang in half a month. Now countless warriors in the three cities of Qingyang regard Mu Sen as an idol, and some even set up sacrificial plaques for him at home.

Sacrificial plaques?

yes, isn't Mu Sen the last to be heroic?

This kind of pain is mourned by all the people, and it is said that the high-level of Qingyang City has sent a letter that when this operation to hunt the hundred clans is over, a grand funeral will be held for Mu Sen. Moreover, it is rumored that Qingyang Academy will also expand the martial arts department, recruiting good men and women who are interested in the military for the entire wilderness, so as to magnify Mu Sen's legacy.

"A group of bereaved dogs who were frightened by the wooden sacrificial wine actually found such a secret place to hide. If we hadn't strayed into it to hunt a beast, you'd probably continue to hide, right?"

"Say that we are humble, and you hundred tribes have not seen where the nobles are going. ”

After the first battle of the dormant volcanic group, they didn't even have the courage to take revenge, and the eight immortals crossed the sea to show their magical powers, and they all ran as far as they could, and hid as deep as they could. ”

"Hey...... Hundreds, me!"

......

The words of these Terran warriors were like sharp knives stuck in the chests of these dozen or so Hundred Clans. But they couldn't refute it, because these people were telling the truth. After the dormant volcano battle, they were really frightened by the ferocity of the human race, they worked hard to teleport from the territory of the hundred tribes, in order to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and plunder resources, but they did not expect that they would become live targets, calling the heavens and the earth unskilled.

In the beginning, they didn't panic too much. For although they are always blocked, the masters of the Terrans seem to be restrained or fettered, and do not make a move. So although their damage is not small, it is still within the range of bearing. Until......

Kimori Wood Festival Wine!

Xiongqu Battalion! Tiger Ben Battalion! Longxiang Battalion! Eagle Yang Regiment! Jiazi Class!

They are like the nightmare of the hundred tribes, harvesting the lives of the hundred tribes like harvesting rice. Hundred Slaughter Regiment Recruit Battalion, Cathode Regimental Recruit Battalion, Tianjiao Yang Kun, Wing Kong, Blood Mulberry......

A group and individual representing legend and glory collapsed, achieving the supreme name of a group of human races. They are dressed in white and white, and they are rampant all over the world.

Under his Chang'an knife, the hundred clans did not dare to raise their eyes and make noise.

"Why don't you speak? We have been poked in the heart? Tell you these bastards, even if we die today, we will not fall to the majesty of the human race. And you ...... Hehe......"

"Haha......"

......

All kinds of laughter came from the mouths of the five men and women, some of them mocked the hundred races, some were proud of being a human race, and some were free about the current predicament.

"Hmph, what's the use of being powerful? Isn't that wooden sacrificial wine of yours dead?!" Finally, the Bai Clan finally fought back.

"Even if the wood sacrifice wine dies, his prestige will be sung through the ages. What's more, we firmly believe that the wooden sacrificial wine is not dead!"

"Boom...... Under the self-explosion of Lord Yangkun, he was swept into the void turbulence, do you think he can still live?" said the blood-clan with a gloomy face. "In the face of the hard facts, you still have illusions, should you call you stupid, or that you are hopeless. ”

"No matter what you say, I just don't believe in the wood sacrifice wine and died like this. The woman in the cyan power suit said.

"Yes, how can you bereaved dogs know about the method of sacrificing wine?"

"Maybe the next moment the wood sacrifice wine will return and kill all you miscellaneous pieces!"

......

Now most of the martial artists in the three cities of Qingyang think that Mu Sen is strong, after all, if he is involved in the void turbulence with the foundation building, the chance of survival is about 1 in 100 million. But there are still a small number of warriors who firmly believe that Mu Sen still has hope of life. And judging from the performance of these five warriors, they belong to the latter.

Hearing the words of these human warriors, the blood-clan with a gloomy face suddenly burst out laughing, "We are lost dogs, and you are also poor worms who can't face reality. ”

As he said this, he suddenly threw his spear, which was like a dragon, directly breaking through the air and sweeping out a huge wave of qi. The spear was extremely fast, and in an instant, it came to the back of the woman in the blue power suit. The woman in the cyan power suit felt it and turned back suddenly. But the power of the spear made her heart sink, and she had a hunch that she would definitely not be able to resist this shot.

"Sister!"

"Little sister!"

......