Mu Qing's sentence "We were deceived" did not refer to the puppet "forgetting the dust" that appeared before, but the full force of the blow that he was lured into.

Just after that blow was issued, years of experience in fighting suddenly made Mu Qing feel a sense of foreboding, and a wake-up call followed!

In the flash of his mind, a question drilled into Mu Qing's mind: Since the power of his divine consciousness is so strong, why doesn't he hide his true body? With the power of his divine sense, it is completely possible for me to not discover the existence of his essence!

Is it a trap?

If this is the case, then the blow just now was deliberately led by the other party!

Forget the dust!

He's luring himself into attacking the hall, luring himself into killing that puppet!

Its purpose is to "unleash" this real initiator, this real rock!

However, that blow was delivered......

The wood is already in the boat!

......

Little Atul could hear his heart beating violently.

"Poof, poof...... Boom, boom...... Boom, boom ......"

It's like a rumbling war drum!

I don't know where the courage came from, she shook her hand, and two willow leaf long knives appeared in her palm, and her body drew a beautiful arc, straight at the old man.

I saw that the old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, then slowly raised his arm, flipped his palm upward, buckled his middle finger, and flicked in the void.

Little Atul's flying body was like a heavy hammer, rolled in mid-air a few times, and fell to the ground with a pop.

Mu Qing pressed the severe pain in the meridians and flesh, the steel teeth were crushed, a wisp of essence blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and his body fell straight down, and he swung the Tomb Dragon Sword again with the power of his body, and smashed Huashan with force!

The old man shook his hand gently, Mu Qing was hit by an invisible huge force, his body flew out diagonally, and fell heavily on Xiao Atu's side, and the Tomb Dragon Sword took off his hand, rolling to the side......

At this moment, Mu Qing didn't even have the strength to stand up, or even the strength to twist his body. Just now, he continuously urged the teleportation and the Tomb Dragon Heavenly Burial, although the cultivation realm did not fall, but such a large and rapid output of holy power overwhelmed his physical body.

He glanced at little Atul, who was lying beside him, and smiled apologetically wry.

Little Atul had been sealed under the flick of his fingers, but his ability to speak was still there, his eyes were full of tears, but he squeezed out a sweet smile at Mu Qing, and said, "With Uncle Mu Qing here, Atul is not afraid of ......"

......

With a gentle sound of kicking and tapping, the old man finally got up and walked towards the two of them, staggering......

"Step, step, step......" The footsteps got closer and closer, and little Atul closed his eyes......

Mu Qing struggled to lift her head a little. A pair of tattered and shapeless moire boots appeared in view. This pattern, vaguely recognizable, is really the costume of the Yunlan Sect......

Mu Qing smiled bitterly in her heart......

What's going on?

The holy tower of the flood wilderness, through the boundary,

Ancient Holy Law Realm, Blood and Soul Clans,

Deep in the mountains, the girl Atul......

I've cultivated almost all the exercises I can do at this stage......

Glacial sunset, blood magic,

Jizo Immortal Mansion, Teleporting the Void......

I grabbed the position of the Holy King of the Blood Clan, stood at the top of this realm, and finally could face the Soul King......

Is this a shortfall in the pan now?

Rock, you cunning bastard!

Pity......

I can never go back, I will never see Xian'er again, and I will never hear the phrase "little slave" again......

A little sleepy......

That teleportation and the Tomb Strike Dragon Heavenly Burial just now were too expensive......

Are your consciousness starting to blur?

......

Suddenly, Mu Qing felt a big old hand on his head, and he trembled slightly......

A wisp of holy power slowly entered from the top of his head, injected into his dry meridians, and surged towards the dantian along the meridians, burrowing into the delicate fruit with dim spiritual light......

Mu Qing's whole body twitched. It was because he had injured some of his meridians by casting the spell just now, and at this moment, he was invaded by the holy power from the outside world that had not been refined by himself, causing pain.

Is the rock helping me recover?

Why?!

"What are you doing, take your hands away!" came a crying cry from little Atul on the other side.

"Bastard, bastard, you have the ability to kill us, don't torture Uncle Mu Qing-"

Little Atul couldn't stop crying, the rock didn't pay attention to Little Atul, and when Mu Qing gradually got used to it, the holy power was injected more urgently. The "half-dead" Linglong fruit in Mu Qing's body finally "regained its vitality", exuding a faint aura.

"It's fine. Mu Qing endured the severe pain in her body, struggled to sit up, and really faced this old man for the first time.

This old man is too old to describe his age. The kneading lines on the face are layered on top of each other, and there is no trace of blood in sight, and the whole body is even more skinny and bone-covered.

His appearance is still faintly visible, and he is somewhat similar to the young puppet "Forget the Dust".

"You ......"

Mu Qing was just about to speak, only to see Panshi caress the storage bracelet on his hand, and a set of moire robes and boots appeared on the ground in front of Mu Qing.

Panshi's throat moved, and the old man spoke, "Little guy, put it on, this look is not the etiquette of my clan!"

Glancing at the robe, he said, "This is the last one." ”

As he spoke, he slowly stood up and pointed at little Atul. Little Atul's sealed cultivation was immediately unraveled.

Little Attu didn't know why the old man didn't kill himself and Uncle Mu Qing, but he still jumped to Mu Qing's side as soon as possible, reached out and put the two willow leaf long knives that fell into the distance into his hands, and looked at the old man in front of him with a wary expression. After the baptism of the Soul Washing Pool, she can already control her soul power.

Mu Qing was full of suspicion, turned his back and put on his magic robes, then he barely stood up straight, and said, "Panshi, what kind of tricks are you playing?"

Panshi smiled slightly, and said, "Do you still need it? With your current state, I will be slapped to death with one palm!"

As he spoke, he turned and staggered, "Come with me......"

Mu Qing reluctantly urged the cultivation that had just recovered a little, put the Tomb Dragon Sword into the Immortal Mansion, and looked at the back of the rock.

Little Attu hugged Mu Qing and asked in a low voice, "What did he say?"

"He said let's come with him. ”

He ...... What are you going to do?"

"I don't know ......"

As he spoke, Mu Qing stepped forward slowly and followed the rock towards the golden chair.

The rock stopped beside the golden chair, picked up a trick in his hand, and struck it on the golden chair, and there was a rumbling sound from under the ground, and the golden chair moved to one side. On the ground, a large black hole appeared, and there was a stone staircase leading to the bottom. This turned out to be a very old machine-expanded magic circle.

Panshi turned his head slightly, and said, "If you want to know the truth, just ......follow me," he said, and walked towards the stone steps, and his figure quickly disappeared into the hole.

Mu Qing and Xiao Attu glanced at each other and followed.

The stone steps spiraled down, and the light in the cave mouth soon ran out, and the two of them explored the way with their divine senses, and it could be seen that the rock was more than ten zhang below.

After walking hundreds of steps, I only heard the rock say: "It's broken here, jump down." ”

So, Mu Qing flew down with the support of Little Atul, descended about a thousand feet, and his toes touched the ground again, and it was a stone step that meandered downward.

In this way, the two of them followed the rock down the stairs for a while, and then flew down and jumped, intermittently not knowing how deep they had descended.

After a jump, I was in mid-air, and suddenly I saw a little light appear below.

The light grew bigger and bigger, and the back of the rock was reflected in the light.

"It's here!" came the old voice of the rock.

Mu Qing and Xiao Atul's figures fell and landed behind the rock.

Here, it is a small stone cave, at most ten zhang in circumference.

The strange glowing thing was in the center of the cavern.

The size of this watermelon, like a large peach pit, but there is no substance, it is a cloud of white light, and the surface of the white light also gives birth to various colored tentacles of different thicknesses, colorful, shaped like the roots of trees, and like human blood vessels, intertwined, very messy from the white light, climbing all over the stone walls.

This tentacle is also disembodied, and it is also condensed by light.

Mu Qing slowly raised his hand, only to see a tentacle condensed by a streamer passing through his palm, without hindering it in the slightest.

When the divine sense came out, he felt that this white light was surging with an indescribable energy fluctuation, not holy power, not spiritual power, nor divine consciousness......

"This is ......," Mu Qing said in confusion.

As if to take care of little Atul on purpose, Panshi slowly said in the language of the Holy Clan: "This is ...... Soul of the Realm!"