In the previous year of training little Attu, Mu Qing himself was not idle, every time little Attu rested, he practiced this glacier sunset technique, and at this moment, the first layer of exercises has been completed.

Ice attribute exercises, these soul clan monks have not seen before, however, it is the first time that they have seen such a cold and cold ice attribute exercise in front of them!

Swept by this cold air, everyone felt that they were falling into an ice cave, and the cold power not only brought unbearable cold, but also penetrated from the skin into the blood veins of the flesh, making the circulation of the holy power in the body extremely sluggish! Now, they couldn't even stimulate the Holy Horn to improve their cultivation!

How could a flesh and blood body cultivate such cold power?

Don't...... He's a monster?

No one can think about it, because no one knows that Mu Qing has a Xuanbing core in his body that is called the essence of Xuanbing and the extreme of ten thousand colds!

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The next moment, Mu Qing was like a hungry wolf that pounced into the flock, and within a few breaths, more than a dozen Soul Clan cultivators were either killed, disabled, or pointed at him, sealing the cultivation.

Finally, someone reluctantly urged the holy power and released his natal magic weapon. Black rays, flashes, and magic weapons shot towards Mu Qing......

After refining the essence blood of those previous soul clan cultivators, Mu Qing's physical strength has improved again in the past two months. He disdained these magic weapons and spells, and his divine sense came out majestically, locking on each attack, shaking his palms, turning into a palm shadow, scattering these attacks in all directions, like bursting a brilliant firework......

Repelling this wave of attacks, Mu Qing's body flashed like a tanuki......

A series of screams rang out, and one after another Soul Clan monks fell......

After the sneak attack "trial" in the first two months, Mu Qing had a clear understanding of the routines of these soul clan monks against the enemy:

These Soul Clan cultivators are not weak in their cultivation of various holy powers, but their methods against the enemy are a little dull and inflexible, and once the battle situation gets out of control, there is only one means left.

If you think about it, you can understand that these soul clan monks have the most enemies on weekdays are the weak blood clan, in terms of scheming methods, in terms of on-the-spot changes, how can they be compared with Mu Qing who is fighting from the spiritual realm in the small world?

After a dozen or so breaths, blue blood sprinkled all over the earth, glittering faintly in the cold moonlight......

Except for Shaman Tura, all the Soul Clan monks fell......

Wails and moans mingled.

Mu Qing stepped on a pool of blood and walked towards Tu Luo step by step......

In Tu Luo's eyes, his short figure was like a demon god standing up to the sky!

Just now, Tu Luo didn't want to escape, but he noticed that as long as someone urged him to flee and prepare to escape, he would become Mu Qing's primary target. Moreover, this Mu Qing's speed is far beyond that of his own people, and even he is not sure that he will be able to escape.

Tu Luo knew that the other party was going to completely wipe out his own tribe! Just as his own people did with his own tribe!

He regretted it a little, regretting that he shouldn't have washed that blood village because of a sudden bone. I even regret that I shouldn't have agreed to let this protrusion join my tribe in the first place.

But, now, it's too late......

In this bitter cold, he couldn't even unseal his holy horn......

He held his natal weapon, a black spear, tightly in his hand and trembled......

Suddenly, the biting chill that permeated his body disappeared!

Mu Qing's cold words came from his ears - "Give you a chance to release the holy power of your seal!"

"Don't regret it, boy!" said Turro, gritting his teeth.

"Of course. Mu Qingfeng said lightly.

Tu Luo let out a cold snort, and the sharp corners of his forehead were black and shrunk rapidly, and after a few breaths, the entire holy horn disappeared.

The aura of the protective body around Tu Luo's body exploded, and his cultivation skyrocketed, and he instantly reached the latter stage of the early stage of the Spirit Yuan, close to the level of the middle stage of the Spirit Yuan.

Mu Qing slowly took off his hood, revealing his handsome face like ice crystals, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, raised a hand and touched his pointed chin, as if to say to himself: "The middle stage of Lingyuan is not yet, and it is really not wrong...... this sentence is said in the language of the human race.

"What did you say?"

Tu Luo didn't understand Mu Qing's words, but, of course, Mu Qing wouldn't explain more to him, and the silver light flashed in his hand, it was the silver short sword that he snatched from the bone's hand.

Tu Luo's reaction was not slow, and the black spear in his hand was sacrificed, and it instantly turned into a black-scaled python, as thick as a well, and thirty zhang long!

The black python jumped up, and its huge head smashed towards Mu Qing like a hill.

Mu Qing's figure flickered, he jumped high, the silver short sword in his hand shook, and a silver crescent shot out, it was the chopping wave!

The silver crescent moon hit the black python seven inches, and it exploded in an instant, turning into a large piece of silver, but it failed to break through the black python's scale armor defense.

The black python shook its head, walked close to the ground, and its body became longer again, besieging a big circle on the ground, and then spiraled up, as the body continued to lengthen, a cage formed by the python's body turned out, trapping Mu Qing in the middle!

"Boy, you're screwed!"

Tu Luo let out an angry roar, as if he was about to spit out the stuffy breath in his chest, and at the same time, he urged the magic in his hand repeatedly, and drank: "Python Gun Prison-"

At the same time as he shouted this sentence, the black python's whole body stood upright, and countless black scales shot out, instantly turning into black spears, shining with black light under the reflection of the moonlight......

Ten thousand guns are shooting, and the target is directly aimed at Mu Qing!

Mu Qing showed a cruel smile on his face, and the magic trick was urged, and the huge earthy yellow crystal walls on all sides condensed out around his body, closing them in the middle, and surrounding Mu Qing in the middle, which was the technique of sealing the leylines!

"Three Cultivations of Jintu Bing?!"

Turo exclaimed. His eyesight was not weak, and he immediately saw that the spell that Mu Qing urged was an earth-attribute spell.

When it was too late, countless guns struck the crystal wall, like a continuous rainstorm, and the hard and thick crystal wall was in a state of collapse.

"Boy, what about your three cultivations of gold, earth and ice, what about your physical strength? You haven't even condensed the holy horn, how can you be the old man's opponent!"

Tu Luo screamed wildly, and at the same time urged the magic trick wildly, and the holy power was like a great river of the Yangtze River into his natal magic weapon, and he was bound to kill the enemy in a battle. The black spear kept conjuring up, and it shot out one after another......

Mu Qing's strongest defense method now is not the technique of sealing the leyline, but his Vajra demon god-like body, and his strongest attack method is no longer the Heaven Opening Sword Technique, but the Ice River Sunset Technique urged with the assistance of the Xuan Ice Core!

The reason why he wanted to let go of the ice and let Tu Luo play to his heart's content was to further try the cultivation of the cultivators of this realm and prepare for the future fighting methods. After all, this was the first Soul Clan monk with a five-inch Holy Horn he had encountered.

Mu Qing definitely has time and enough holy power to continue to condense or strengthen the leyline sealing technique, but seeing that the opponent has already used the strongest blow, the purpose of this experiment has been achieved, Mu Qing no longer urges the holy power, and allows the black spear in the sky to shatter the crystal wall and shoot towards him......

The sound of "bang bang bang" rang out repeatedly, and Mu Qing's body was buried in the shadow of the gun......

Tu Luo let out a wild laugh, "The body is strong, I think you can be strong?"

Although he had seen Mu Qing kill his own clan with his physical strength just now, Tu Luo was still very confident in his own blow.

He had encountered many blood-clan monks with strong bodies, and there were not a few who died at his hands. Even the blood clan with a six-inch holy horn, under his metal secret method "Python Gun Prison", he could only drink hatred, not to mention the Mu Qing in front of him who didn't even condense the holy horn?

However, Tu Luo would not have known that Mu Qing in front of him would be able to kill the eighth-level king crab with the power of his flesh before he started the cultivation of the Holy Clan's exercises, and he would be able to shake the Spirit Yuan Stage cultivator.

Tu Luo didn't even know that Mu Qing had also refined a trace of the essence blood of a Upper Realm "Blood Demon Balon" and ate a Nine Heavenly Pill-Holy Body Pill!