Mu Youkun seemed to have heard the funniest joke.

He bent his five fingers in a row, so he wanted to repeat his old trick and use the puppet seal to control Cheng Mo's actions.

This time, there was no response.

Cheng Mo had already isolated the 19,600 puppet seals scattered in his sea of consciousness.

Mu Youkun was surprised, he shook his mind violently, and a strange fluctuation emanated from his eyebrows, this strange fluctuation was exactly the same as the fluctuation made by Zhu Xiaowu that day.

Being impressed by this fluctuation, Cheng Mo immediately felt bursts of severe pain and dizziness, and the puppet seals in his sea of consciousness seemed to be about to connect into one again, attacking his divine soul.

But after all, Cheng Mo has already figured out the amplitude frequency of this fluctuation by himself, although it is not complete, this time he felt this fluctuation again, he immediately began to correct the fluctuation he mastered, and the amplitude frequency was gradually perfected, this secret method, this time, can be said to have been completely mastered by him.

Desperately enduring the severe pain of Zhihai, Cheng Mo shook the Tai Chi Yuan Shen again and again, and the two identical fluctuations collided together, immediately canceling each other out and dissipating without a trace.

Xiahou Hao didn't know that the two of them had already faced each other in secret, and he couldn't help but feel a little strange when he saw that the two of them stopped talking and only looked at each other with their eyes.

But Mu Youkun was his most hated enemy, and seeing him motionless at this time, how could he let go of such a good opportunity?

Immediately, the ancient talisman of the word "Hatred" began to shine brightly, and the dark blue brilliance spread extremely quickly on the Shenmu Emperor Sword in his hand, and in an instant, the black and cyan blade body turned into a shining navy blue light.

"Emperor Shenmu slashed!"

The power of the ninth-order spirit soldier is enough to open the mountain and crack the stone.

The talent and divine power sealed in this Shenmu Emperor Knife was fully stimulated by Xiahou Hao, and when he landed, a hundred-meter spirit knife was in the air, and all the surrounding Mu Yuan Force was absorbed by the blade of this Spirit Knife, just for a moment, a radius of thousands of meters, and there was no Yuan Force.

Immediately after, there was an even more intense suction, and the huge branches and trunks around were actually plundered by this spirit knife, and they immediately began to wither and crack.

At this moment when the spirit knife was hanging on the top, Mu Youkun was shocked, glanced at Cheng Mo in disbelief, and then dodged again and again, wanting to escape from the attack range of this spirit knife.

Every time Mu Youkun moved, the blade of the spirit knife shook slightly, as if the space had been cut and compressed, and Mu Youkun flashed with all his might, but he only moved a distance of less than one meter!

This is the true power of the law of cutting.

Cut the space, compress the air, kill invisibly!

Mu Youkun couldn't escape, and immediately began to transform, the skin on his body cracked, and his feet were directly rooted into the huge tree trunk.

The entire Shenmu City is made of giant trees, entangled and entangled with each other, and gathered together by huge manpower. Streets are compressed and flattened branches, buildings are hollowed out branches, road walls are woven with intertwined branches, and countless platforms, squares, sculptures, and decorations are all made of these giant trees.

At this time, Mu Youkun's feet were rooted in the trunk of this Divine Wood City, and he immediately began to change violently.

100 meters, 500 meters, 1,000 meters!

Layer by layer fluctuations dispersed, layer by layer collapse began, and when the talent of the Shenmu Emperor Knife began to absorb the surrounding Yuan Force to condense the energy, Mu Youkun also immediately released the same ability and began to compete with it for the abundant Yuan Power that formed the giant tree of Shenmu City!

Whoever can compete for more Yuan Power will be able to suppress the other side, and then gain an advantage and kill the opponent!

These two people, Xiahou Hao is holding the Shenmu Emperor Sword, the spiritual soldier of the Shenmu Sect, and Mu Youkun is incarnated into a strange tree body, and no one on either side will let anyone, one is you fight for me, and in the end, you have to fight to the death.

Cheng Mo and Mu Youkun secretly fought, the ninth realm's mental power divine sense was really sharp, although he offset the strange fluctuations that could trigger the various seals that could cause the repulsion of the snatching technique, but the collision of the two divine senses really made him suffer a big loss.

Fortunately, Mu Youkun's attention was almost all on Xiahou Hao's body, and for Cheng Mo, he was only slightly distracted.

But it was this slight blow that Cheng Mo could barely bear, and it was still the Tai Chi Yuan Shen who burst out of his potential, so that Cheng Mo's sea of knowledge was not crushed by the idea of this ninth realm. The battle between the two parties' minds, Cheng Mo was defeated, his soul was in severe pain, numb and sore.

When he regained his senses and opened his eyes, he was stunned by what he saw.

A hundred-meter giant knife was in the air, constantly vibrating, and the surrounding Mu Yuanli was thrown into it, making the brilliance it released more and more brilliant. However, Mu Youkun's feet were like tree roots, piercing into the trunk under his feet, and the same crazy Mu Yuanli was sucked into his old tree-like body along the trunk.

What's going on?

The two of them didn't attack at this time, but they were just frantically absorbing the surrounding Yuan power, could it be that they wanted to gather the strongest blow and divide life and death with one move?

Cheng Mo observed slightly, and immediately understood their plan, the master of the ninth realm, the energy spell is endless, if you really want to fight, one move and one style, you come and go, there is no ten days and a half months It is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

And at this time, both of them took out their sharpest attacks, abandoned the complicated spell changes, and actually wanted to divide the victory and defeat with one move, and decide life and death.

A person like Mu Youkun would naturally not make such an unwise move, presumably it was deliberately done by Xiahou Hao.

Cheng Mo understood this, and immediately began to think about how to help Xiahou Hao kill the enemy.

He popped out a sword aura, and just approached Mu Youkun's body five meters, he was immediately swallowed up by a wave of ripples, it was Mu Youkun's small world, hidden without a trace, with a radius of five meters, it was a forbidden area!

And Cheng Mo's sword qi entered his small world, and it didn't even reach the level that made him frown!

Cheng Mo continued to probe, and the five-colored sword suddenly appeared, turning into five rays of light, and stabbing at the same time on the small world of Mu Youkun!

It was useless, Mu Youkun's small world sent out a slight fluctuation, and it bounced Cheng Mo's five absolute swords away.

Sword Xuanyuan!

Cheng Mo dodged and landed ten meters in front of Mu Youkun, the white light in his hand flashed, and the whole world seemed to be left with only this sword light, and the sword light fell on Mu Youkun's small world at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye!

The magic sword Xuanyuan, described in the Seven Swords Technique, its own light should be golden, and its power covers the sky, it is the sword of order and the sword of justice.

But Cheng Mo's current level of cultivation is only able to emit this white light, and even so, it is still not to be underestimated.

The white sword flashed, and it immediately slashed into Mu Youkun's small world!

Being slashed into by this magic sword Xuanyuan, Mu Youkun frowned slightly, and the entire small world suddenly manifested something like old bark. This piece of "old bark" formed layers of defense, firmly withstanding the attack of the Xuanyuan Sword.

Cheng Mo slowly retreated, this sword slashed out, he had already consumed two percent of his energy, but it did not cause any substantial results!

The Dao Immortal of the Ninth Realm, is it really an invincible existence in the world?

Cheng Mo didn't believe it, in the current situation, Mu Youkun had no time to be distracted, and with the boundless pressure released by Xiahou Hao, Mu Youkun didn't dare to be distracted.

Cheng Mo gritted his teeth, stretched out his left hand, and the Sword Destroying Immortal appeared.

As soon as this Sword of Destruction Xuan Xian Sword appeared, Mu Youkun immediately sensed it, and the slightest aura of destruction slowly emanated, making him sense a trace of danger, a trace of fear!

Even so, Mu Youkun still didn't open his eyes, in his opinion, with Cheng Mo's cultivation in the sixth realm, under the protection of his small world, even if there was any means to send a blow against the sky, it would not cause him much damage.

At this time, his first goal was to extract more Mu Yuan power, a little more, a little more, and he must suppress Xiahou Hao, after all, the masters of the ninth realm could inflict a devastating blow on the masters of the ninth realm.

What's more, for Cheng Mo, he still has deep plans in his heart, and there are even hidden means that have not yet come out.

"Not copper, not iron, not steel!"

Cheng Mo held the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, and in the depths of his heart, such a sentence came out of nowhere.

His heart jumped slightly, and immediately after, another inexplicable sentence sounded in his mind:

"Good and evil benefit immortals!"

After getting these two sentences, Cheng Mo's eyes soared, and with a flash of the sword, he was taken back into the Taiji Yuan Shen.

Then he shouted:

"It's not copper, it's not iron, it's not steel!

The Zhuxian Sword began to vibrate in his hand, followed by a trace of black mist floating out of his chest, and was absorbed by this Zhuxian Sword one by one, and with the supplement of this black mist, the Zhuxian Sword suddenly flourished with colorful light!

Cheng Mo held the Zhuxian Sword in his hand, with infinite pride in his heart, and no emotion in his eyes.

He closed his eyes, pointed the tip of the sword of the Immortal Sword at the sky, and his entire body was surrounded by that colorful light, and then he split the sword and shouted!

Mu Youkun immediately felt bad, his wrinkled eyelids moved slightly, and just when he opened them, it was as if he heard a voice echoing throughout the world!

- "Destroy Lao Tzu!"