This is the first time that Mu Yun has revealed the eye of reincarnation when facing the enemy. The ink-colored flame that floated out of his third eye and continued to make his whole person awe-inspiring.

Yu San likes to study all kinds of strange classics, he is extremely shocked, how could a young man from Longhu Mountain have such an extremely evil blood inheritance supernatural power?

Zhusi is still ready to resist stubbornly, but was stopped by Yusan, do you want to die?

Obviously, the strongest four realms, blood followed by supernatural powers, two extraordinary qi luck converge on the same person, no matter how simple this person is, it is not simple.

Mu Yun was indifferent like a killing god from hell: "My name is Mu Yun, and in the future, I will be the strongest in each realm and rank among the three sword immortals with the greatest killing power in the world!"

"Be my dog, I'm not talking to you. ”

On the Tiantian curtain of Longyuan Cave, a gap was cracked again, accompanied by Mu Yun's voice: "Smash, send you two more sprinkler girls, plus eight chicken coops~"

Mu Longwu shook his head and shook his tail excitedly, the toy that his godfather sent back was accidentally killed by him, and it was finally new again!

With a bang, Yusan and bamboo silk, as well as a bunch of rags, smashed on the island where the Dragon Slayer was incarnated.

Mu Longwu held his head high, trotted over with the dragon steps that his six relatives did not recognize, and when he saw Yu Sanyi and the two, he rubbed his claws excitedly: "You two, are you the sprinkling girl that the godfather said?"

Bamboo Silk was about to get angry, and he raised his hand, ready to slap this stupid thing to death.

He finally put down his hand, scratched the back of his head, and said in a low voice, "What do you say, this is a real dragon?"

Yu San didn't have time to reply, Mu Longwu's dragon claws, slapped him on the chest, and said enthusiastically: "My name is Mu Longwu, and I am a dog." ”

What the?

A dog?

Pity these two former Demon Cave Refiners, at this time, they feel that there is nowhere to put their souls.

Oh my God, help me, I have a real dragon in front of me who claims to be a dog!

However, these two were only uneasy for a while, after all, Mu Longwu was still a kind partner. With the experience of playing with a dead toy, Mu Longwu was extremely gentle with people this time, and even walked and spoke softly.

Under the leadership of Mu Longwu, he was probably familiar with Longyuan Dongtian, and Yu San actually became Mu Yun's dog, and he had a sense of honor.

Half of the cave sky, full of aura, countless treasures!

has this kind of master, let alone making him a dog's leg, he hates that he is not a delicate daughter, and he can't be a girl in the room.

After walking around, Yu Sanmei smiled: "Our master, generous!"

......

The farce of the attack of the two waves of defenders was finally stopped by one person. His name is Demon Fifty-Six, which is the name that Mu Yun said casually.

The brothers, except for the same as the demon seventy-two, were sent to make trouble everywhere, and most of the rest were sent to the Xuanwu Underground Palace and the Demon Battlefield to consume the young generation of Longhu Mountain, and there were only three or two of them left in the demon cave.

Demon Fifty-Six is one of them.

The strength of the peak of the Six Realms is not the strongest among the senior brothers. But his body is a centipede, so it comes and goes like the wind, and the speed is extremely fast, so he is fortunate to stay with Zhenjun to listen to it.

He held a shiny magic weapon in his hand and sacrificed it in the center of the battlefield, killing a large number of demon clans in an instant, not to mention more than a thousand.

The shiny magic weapon, taken from the relics of the True Monarch of the Demon Cave, was one of the hardest scales on it.

After using the thunder killing method to stop the battle of the two waves of defenders, the first thing Demon Fifty-six did was to take out the two rice bucket captains and chop them with one sword.

The 20,000 defenders, after fierce fighting, were less than half left. When they saw their captain killed, not only did they not have hatred, but they cheered, just because Demon Fifty-Six was the personal disciple of the True Monarch, and everything they did was right.

Demon Fifty-Six then did the second thing, he opened a door to space with the help of a magic weapon.

Behind the door of space, there is a new little world: the Demon Battlefield!

After the Great War of the Ancients, for various reasons, the remnants of the demon clan continued to multiply and continue to eat away at the luck of the human race.

Naturally, this is unacceptable to the human race.

However, in view of the fact that among the remnants of the demon clan, there are still powerful demons in the upper five realms such as Hanguang, and it is inconvenient for the human race to further slaughter the demon clan, so as not to stimulate some big demons to go berserk, and the war will start again, affecting countless ordinary people.

In fact, to put it bluntly, after that war, the top combat power of the human race was also seriously reduced.

In the land of one continent, there are still ten cultivators in the Jade Pu Realm, let alone the Immortal Realm and the Ascension Realm.

If there can be two or three immortal realms in Longhu Mountain, can Hanguang be like a cockroach, lingering for thousands of years?

Therefore, the three religions joined forces, divided one-tenth of the fortune of a continent, and recreated a small world, called the Demon Battlefield.

The two clans of shemales each sent their elite young disciples into it to fight a big battle. The victory of each battle will determine the luck of the small world in a certain period, whether it flows to the human race or the demon race.

Although it is only one-tenth of the luck, it must not be underestimated, it will affect the growth of a generation.

But fortunately, in the past thousand years, on the battlefield of demon punishment, it has always been the great victory of the human race and the small victory of the demon race.

Demon Fifty-Six opened the door of space and drove the remaining more than 9,000 defenders from the previous civil war into it.

He sneered, the reason why Zhenjun didn't stop it at the beginning of the civil war was to wait for the survival of the fittest, the nine thousand demons who survived.

After experiencing countless baptisms of blood, he broke his fingers, Mom, it can't be counted, in short, many people will die.

It is said that the battlefield was very lively, and Longhu Mountain fought on behalf of Yizhou, and he had never suffered such a big loss.

Tianjiao, who ranked in the top ten, had already killed three in battle, including a woman with an extremely good appearance, and even the demons in the battlefield had to admit that the woman's sword cultivation really shouldn't have died, shouldn't have died.

But there is no way, the demon clan has made a bloody capital this time, and more than forty disciples under the True Monarch have rushed to the battlefield, and the ratio of the first ten days of Dragon and Tiger Mountain has reached an astonishing seven to one.

Although Demon Fifty-Six couldn't be on the battlefield in person, he was still excited.

Why? Of course, it's our generation, it's different from usual, and it should also make the calves in Longhu Mountain bleed hard, really my demon clan is no one?

After sending away the Nine Thousand Tiger and Wolf Division, the door of space closed again.

Demon Fifty-six did one more thing, transferring 30,000 men from the camp, 20,000 to take over the birthplace and Casting Sword Ridge respectively, and the other 10,000 were naturally responsible for repairs.

He is very proud, after all, the feeling of holding power in his hands is really comfortable.

After doing everything, he stayed at the Sword Forge Ridge to capture alive the stinky boy who had slipped into the devil's cave and fished in troubled waters.

How can there be Ye Qiu and Zhang Dou? Joke, those two are in the small world of the Demon Punishment Battlefield at this moment, and they have been surrounded by our twenty senior brothers, led by 50,000 people, for three months.

The next time I receive a battle report, I should know the news that Ye Qiu died in battle, or Zhang Dou, or they died together?

In short, there is a female sword cultivator named Lu Wanxi, who must not die too quickly.

When my demon fifty-six is one higher realm, I will definitely lead the army into the battlefield in person and arrest you as a big lady.

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The demon fifty-six waited for a long time, and he dreamed three of them, and he didn't see the stinky boy who fished in troubled waters, and came out to look for death.

Until the dragon ball hanging high in the sky, a pillar of light shot out in the direction of the Sword Forge Workshop, and the roar of Master Shizun resounded throughout the entire demon cave.

Demon Fifty-six didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly led people to rush into the sword casting workshop.

Eh, what about the Sword Forge Workshop?

Why is it that there is not a single piece of ruin, even broken bricks and tiles, and they have been removed?

Demon Fifty-six was sweating profusely, and his personal followers searched for more than a dozen times, and even dug three feet into the ground, but they couldn't find the shadows of the two refiners.

The attendant was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, and hurriedly reported: "My lord, the entire sword-casting workshop and the dormitory of the two refiners are all gone." ”

The corners of the demon fifty-six eyes jumped wildly, this is a disciple of Longhu Mountain, this is even a person who picks up rags, and he has become a fine!

The culprit, Mu Yun, had already continued to go deeper in the direction of the Sword Casting Ridge, and further inside, there was another forbidden place in the Demon Cave, where Lord Zhenjun personally cultivated the medicinal garden of spirit grass.

Mu Yun is like an old lady who has no knowledge, and she plunged into the gold and silver mountains, I have a day, there are so many spiritual grasses!

He touched a 600-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, smelled a 300-year-old sandalwood flower, and chewed a 500-year-old Lingguo, happy like a little fool.

The scale of this spiritual grass garden is even more spectacular than Longhu Mountain!

I think it is because there are many disciples in Longhu Mountain, and the demand for refining pills is strong, so the spiritual grass planted is used frequently, and the spirit grass of a hundred years old is extremely rare.

But this garden is different, the medicine garden of the Demon Cave True Monarch is his private property, so apart from him, there is no second Demon Cave Demon Clan in the garden who has set foot in it.

The spirit grass in the garden is at least three hundred years old, and the most mature one is actually a thousand years old.

Mu Yun was not only happy in his heart, but he was not idle in his hands, time was in a hurry, he took the roots and soil, first transplanted all of them into his Longcheng Sword Space, and then transplanted them to Longyuan Cave Heaven when he was free.

After Mu Yun used Mu Long's five senses to comprehend a trace of speed, he started to do things, and his speed increased by more than ten times at the fastest.

He harvested all the way, and there was not a single inch of grass left under his feet, and the ground could not be scraped three layers. It took a long time to harvest less than a tenth of the medicine garden.

Mu Yun had to stop and take a breath, he was proud, and scolded the Demon Cave True Monarch, the dog is worthy of being a greedy dragon clan, it's not good to be idle and have nothing to do to make a villain, I have to plant so many precious spiritual grasses, and I am tired of the master.

But there is no way, those spirit grasses are too precious, some of them are even recorded in the classics of Longhu Mountain, but there is no physical existence, Mu Yun wiped his sweat and could only continue to work hard.

As the saying goes, if I don't go to hell, who does.

I don't know how long it took to harvest, anyway, he was a little embarrassed when he accidentally looked back, because the medicine garden behind him that could not see the end was dug away by him along with the soil!

He tried his best to suppress his conscience, and it was a great disrespect to let such precious spiritual grasses rot in the ground!

So he continued to harvest until his hands felt an unusual touch on a spirit tree.

What kind of spirit fruit is this, and it feels a little strange.

Mu Yun couldn't help but stretch out his hand and deliberately pinched it, it was really a little soft.

The next moment, he saw a blushing face, the owner of that face, for some reason, hid on the spirit tree and lowered his head, the most gentle of that bowed his head.

Mu Yun was startled, he had inadvertently pinched someone's stiffness just now.

His old face turned red, but he pretended to be calm: "This big girl, how many hundred years old?"