The energy that swept through the heavens and the earth spread, and it was seen that the seven people were about to be submerged in it.

Luo Miao's face twitched, and he glanced back at the six people who had not yet noticed the danger.

He ran on his own, and the other six were miserable.

At this precarious time.

"Earth Boulder Spirit!" Luo Miao immediately decided.

A stone giant instantly rose from the earth, and then wrapped his arms around him, firmly guarding the seven people under his body.

At the same time, ripples of energy swept wildly.

The monsters that Xu Mu and Nangong Ling had turned into had already been involved in the center of the big explosion for the first time.

The monks who watched the battle didn't care which of them won or lost, and they were so frightened that their faces were like earth, and they jumped back.

Fortunately, compared to Luo Miao's seven people, their distance is far.

There were very few monks who were affected, and those who really couldn't run away gathered around and sacrificed their strongest defensive spiritual skills or defensive magic weapons to resist the tsunami-like disaster together.

For a moment, only the sound of the explosion that pierced the eardrum was left in heaven and earth.

......

His gaze moved to the depths of the largest azure lake in the ancestral land of the demon clan.

The golden pupils opened at the bottom of the dark lake.

The darkness in the lake could not isolate the sight of the owner of these eyes, and the light looked far away, feeling the powerful energy fluctuations in the distance.

A gloating self-muttering sounded from the bottom of the lake.

"Young people just have to hone and hone themselves, and if they think about everything to let their elders take action, they will only be fledglings that will not grow up for a lifetime. ”

"This little guy didn't disappoint me either. Yes, it's not in vain to ...... hard work of this seat."

While talking to himself, the owner of the pupil closed the demon pupil again, and silence returned to the bottom of the lake.

A long time has passed.

The location where Xu Mu and Nangong Ling collided with the strongest blow.

The mountains have been flattened and replaced by a desert of yellow sand.

"Ahem!"

As a painful cough sounded, a bloodied arm reached out from the thin, soft sand.

Xu Mu's bloodstained figure slowly crawled out of the mud and sand.

The power of the dragon scales and dragon pills has disappeared.

Xu Mu regained his original face.

It's just that the blood hole that was pierced through the body by Nangong Ling's bone spurs just now has not disappeared.

Now there is still hot temperature of mud and sand, burrowing into the wound, and it hurts so much that Xu Mu grinned for a while.

"Suck!" After taking a breath of cool air, Xu Mu's body shook, and the white thunder true yuan in his body surged, quickly healing the blood hole on his body.

The pain subsided.

After doing all this, Xu Mu's eyes began to look around.

Fang Cai's Flowing Blade Fire Slash, although it used the power of the Reverse Scale and Dragon Pill, this sword technique still belonged to the scope of the Fire Spirit Technique in essence.

That's why this desert was formed.

The soft sand still had the residual warmth from the blow just now, and standing in it was like standing in a steamer.

Of course, with Xu Mu's current physical strength, he can already ignore this unbearable temperature for ordinary people.

Xu Mu looked for Nangong Ling's figure again.

"To live to see a man, to die to see a corpse. No matter what happens this time, the black scythe can't be allowed to escape again. ”

"If it can create a Nangong Order in such a short period of time, then it can achieve a second Nangong Order. This kind of scourge cannot remain in the world. ”

As he spoke, Xu Mu's eyes were already closed.

There are some things that cannot be seen with the naked eye, and at this time, it is necessary to use his power to enhance the terrifying divine consciousness after the tribulation.

On the edge of this small desert, the earth boulder spirit had already collapsed in the aftermath of the explosion.

But fortunately, Luo Miao's strength was excellent, and the Earth Giant Stone Spirit still withstood all the damage from the spreading explosion.

But the pervasive yellow sand is invincible.

Now the seven of them are all disgraced, even the gorgeous Dongmen Wulian, and Long Xixi are all muddy and sandy.

The fifth bright moon hidden under the appearance of the stars and the moon was even more miserable, and a lot of sand was stuffed in the pretty little mouth.

"Phew!"

Fifth Mingyue, who had a miserable face, hurriedly spit out the sand in her mouth.

Then her pretty face turned away, and she didn't forget to kick Luo Miao, who was pretending to be dead next to her, and said in a coquettish voice:

"Uncle Beard, don't pretend to be dead, you are the strongest, go and see how the battle goes. ”

"Damn it, it's hard work. ”

A helpless voice sounded from Luo Miao's buried head, and as he spoke, he stood up with his strong body.

After patting the mud and sand on his body, he said to the six people:

"You guys stay here and don't move, I'll go and see if Nangong Ling is dead or not, if he doesn't die, I'll go and make up for it." ”

Xu Mu's divine sense can cover a radius of sixty miles, and with a movement of his mind, everything in this newly formed sandy land can be seen.

is the only one who has not found Nangong Ling.

"Oops!"

With a frown, Xu Mu suddenly felt bad.

After the battle, Xu Mu's fear of the black sickle had reached the point where he had to pay attention to it.

After all, it has only been three or four days since the last battle between himself and Nangong Ling.

Nangong Ling's strength has already reached such a terrifying level, if he is given another period of time.

The next time we meet, I'm afraid I really can't beat it.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong, when Xu Mu was about to take a step, ascend to the void, and look for Nangong Ling with the help of a high overlook.

Shout!

Yellow sand splashed.

A wisp of black light instantly shot straight out from less than three feet under Xu Mu's feet, hitting his neck.

It all happened so fast and so close.

Xu Mu couldn't be caught off guard at all, so he could only resist hard.

"Roar!" The blood qi exploded, and the white thunder true yuan was all over the body, Xu Mu didn't think about it, and directly punched it out.

While!

The fist collided with the black mang in the air.

Xu Mu's figure was violently knocked away by the terrifying force.

Planted in the yellow sand behind it, a cloud of smoke and dust was splashed.

Meanwhile.

The bone spur creature covered in black blood crawled out from the location where the black light shot out with a fierce aura.

Not to mention the bone spurs on its body, most of it was broken, and the black scales also fell off in large quantities, revealing the black flesh that was blurred underneath.

The black gas is less than one-tenth of the previous one, and it looks very miserable.

But the ferocity in its pupils did not diminish in the slightest.

"You come out on your own, so I don't have to look for it. ”

Xu Mu's gentle voice sounded, and the smoke and dust at the place where he landed finally dissipated, and his blazing eyes were fixed on the monster that suddenly appeared.

Strands of blood slid down Xu Mu's arm, seeping into the yellow sand below.

It was soon evaporated by the residual temperature in the yellow sand and coagulated into a blood crust.

Most of the fist of his right hand had been cut off by the black scythe, revealing the white bones under the flesh.

Thankfully, Black Scythe didn't cut off his entire fist.

Maybe it was because Nangong Ling was close to running out of oil, or maybe Xu Mu's bones were beyond the level that the black sickle could cut at will, barely blocking its attack.

Having said that, if Fang Cai Xu Mu didn't reflect in time, this knife would definitely not be able to save his head.

His gaze was fixed on Xu Mu's palm that was almost cut off.

A black scythe permeated with a terrifying sheen had been clenched tightly in his palm.

Xu Mu actually caught the black sickle.

However, the fog on the scythe has faded too much.

The bright golden light loomed in Xu Mu's palm.

If you look closely, you will find that the golden dragon scale is held together by Xu Mu and the black sickle.

No matter how much this black sickle that seemed to have its own wisdom struggled, it couldn't get rid of Xu Mu's immobile palm.

He borrowed the power of the scales and suppressed the black sickle.

So far in the battle, the bone spur creature that had never shown a panicked look saw the black sickle being captured by Xu Mu, and for the first time showed an anxious expression.

"Whew!" an angry roar rang out, and it frantically pounced on Xu Mu despite its physical injuries.

Xu Mu's eyes were cold, and he stomped on his feet without hesitation.

Bai Lei Zhenyuan spread along his legs to the earth in an instant.

As far as the eye can see, it is completely surrounded by white thunder.

Including the stinging creatures that swooped in the air.

White thunder spears thrust into the latter.

Having lost the protection of the black qi and being seriously injured, how could it resist.

Poof!

Hundreds of thunder spears filled the body of the stinging creature, resembling a hedgehog.

Splashes of black blood spilled all over the yellow sand, steaming with the heat remaining in the sand, and the smell of vomiting permeated.

The scene in front of him is so similar to the scene of the giant peak that reached the sky four days ago.

But the outcome will obviously be different.

"Hellthunder Thousand Flashes!"

Without too much hesitation, Xu Mu coldly stretched out his free palm.

Then the five fingers suddenly clenched.

The white thunder exploded, the thunder ocean reappeared,

Boom! The desert once again rolled up with yellow sand.

Luo Miao, who came in a hurry, just saw the moment when Lei Hai was boiling.

After the white light, the bone spur creatures are gone.

Nangong Ling died!

"It seems that Lao Tzu doesn't need to do it, hahaha!" After being slightly stunned, the corners of Luo Miao's mouth cracked, and he walked towards Xu Mu with a loud smile.

Xu Mu's face was also full of melancholy.

Thinking about his first fight with Nangong Ling.

The Great Battle at the Eastern Frontier Festival.

Nangong Ling was undoubtedly a strong opponent, and it was also the first time he had tied with a fellow monk.

Of course, from the perspective of fairness, it should have been a slight advantage over him at that time, if it wasn't for the timely stop of Xueli and Nangong Ling's father, it would still be him Xu Mu who won.

Then came the battle on the Giant Peak.

At that time, Nangong Ling had been counter-controlled by the black sickle, and in the end, he was defeated.

If Luo Miao hadn't arrived, most likely he would have been killed by Nangong Ling.

Regardless of the previous two wins, today he won after all.

But then again, he really didn't want to kill Nangong Ling, killing him was tantamount to tearing his face with the Nangong family.

It was one of the seven great cultivation families of the Cangrui Domain.

Thinking of the gap between his sect and the Nangong family, Xu Mu sighed again in his heart.

"If you don't kill, you can't do it, Nangong Ling won't die, and the ancestral land of the demon clan will not be peaceful. If he doesn't die, the monks of the Four Realms and himself will probably have to be poisoned by him in the end. ”

Just when Xu Mu was thinking about how to clean up this mess after leaving the forbidden land, he was anxious.

The black sickle held in the palm of his hand suddenly erupted into a fluctuation, and Xu Mu's face immediately changed wildly.

"Don't come here!" Suddenly, Xu Mu shouted.

Forcibly stopped Luo Miao's pace of advancing to him.

"What's the matter? that turtle grandson is dead!" complained dissatisfiedly, but out of trust in Xu Mu, Luo Miao still stopped his figure.

Suddenly, Luo Miao's voice stopped abruptly.

The pupils as big as copper bells looked at Xu Mu's right hand incredulously, and the black sickle was actually held in his hand.

With the pupils shrinking, Luo Miao looked at Xu Mu's face again.

A faint black mist clouded his fair skin.

"Holy shit!"

(End of chapter)