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Many, many hours have passed since the afternoon drinking, and it is getting late, and there are no more pedestrians on the road, except for the crows howling there outside the window, bringing endless sadness.

A huge inn, only two people are left at the moment. Mu Ran, who fell asleep on the table, and the shopkeeper who sat on the counter with nothing to do. After a busy day's work, the shopkeeper had already gone home to rest.

It was late at night, and there would be no guest officers to disturb him for a long time, and the shopkeeper was also happy to be idle and leaned his head on the table. Regardless of whether they have rested during the day or not, at night, as long as they are mortals, they will show a feeling of exhaustion.

With the hypnotic howl of the crow, the upper and lower eyelids of the shopkeeper gradually began to fight. It can't be said that he is irresponsible, and the only guest is now lying on the table and getting drunk, and he must not be able to wake up for a while. Since the shopkeeper is not there, I am the biggest, and it doesn't matter if I am lazy secretly.

Thinking of this, the last trace of baggage in the shopkeeper's heart was finally put down, and he looked around left and right, the empty hall was still lying alone, and the deep street in the distance seemed extremely dark, and there was no figure in the faint moonlight.

Sleep, sleep. After struggling for a long time, the upper and lower eyelids finally came together, and then they closed tightly. The shopkeeper's lazy plan has finally been implemented.

"Ahh But suddenly, the sound of "ah" stopped abruptly, and the sound never came out again.

In the Laifu Inn, whether it was Mu Ran who was lying on the table, or the shopkeeper who was lying on his stomach, they were all asleep, and it was impossible to notice such a small change.

"Silk" sounded another soft voice, as if something crossed the night sky that had calmed down, but there was still no big movement in the blood splash.

The shopkeeper lying on the table originally just wanted to take a nap and be lazy, but he couldn't wake up anymore when he was asleep. The neck seemed to have been cut flat by something, and there was no rough wound. His head, long rolled to the side, only to death, still closed his eyes, immersed in the serenity of his own sleep.

In the quiet of the night, there was still no sound, but the inexplicable danger and fear were gradually approaching.

As if sensing that something was wrong, Mu Ran's head, who had been drunk before, began to ache faintly, accompanied by the gradual recovery of his thinking and the gradual sobering of his mind.

Where am I, what's wrong, my head hurts, it hurts, what's wrong with me?

It's just that Mu Ran, who has just woken up, is greeted by a cold light, a cold light that is enough to kill him.

Although it was only a little bit, the vigilance that should have arisen spontaneously, and a five-madhi spiritual fire appeared in front of the neck, in the direction where the cold glow came.

If it is an ordinary secular killer assassin, not to mention the Wumadhi spiritual fire, even the samadhi true fire is not something they can deal with, no matter what weapons made of mortal iron, they can't stop the flame burning of the samadhi true fire.

The protection of the flame appeared, but it did not prevent the castration of the cold light, and with a "brush", the protection of the Wumadhi spiritual fire was cut in half and scattered as sparks.

Fortunately, at this time, Mu Ran was already frightened awake when he was drunk, where would he stay in place stupidly? With a finger, the whole person floated back a few feet, and he was only a little short, and he was about to fall under a touch of cold.

However, some worse is worse after all. This slightest gap allowed Mu Ran to avoid this fatal attack.

Before he could recover and understand what was going on, Mu Ran's whole body couldn't help but retreat again. There is no other reason, a blow misses, and the cold is coming.

This time, Mu Ran's retreat was not to retreat, not to avoid without fighting, but to prepare to turn defense into offense!

What appeared in front of him was not the five madhi spiritual fire, but the seven madhi flames that were just and yang, incinerating all things.

There is no figure around him, except for the shopkeeper who died with a severed head, there is nothing. In the face of this kind of scene, how dare Mu Ran be careless? The Seven Mysterious Flames were all over his body, and the whole person was strictly guarded.

This was not enough, Mu Ran's eyes were staring at the front, and his eyes were red for a while. The Monkey King was burned by Taishang Laojun with the Samadhi True Fire in the Alchemy Furnace, and smoked out a pair of fiery eyes that could identify demons and monsters, so how could Mu Ran, the real Fire Demon King, be so bad?

This is not a fiery eye, but it is a Xuanyan that is better than the fiery eye. As soon as this mysterious eye came out, he really found something wrong.

What kind of cold light was there that attacked me just now? It was clearly a thin silver thread, a terrifying weapon that seemed to break at the slightest touch, but in fact killed people invisibly.

In the entire inn, there was still no one in sight, but through the eyes of the flames, Mu Ran clearly saw a figure moving at high speed, but because the speed was too fast, it was blurred to the extreme. I'm afraid that it is in a small area, even if it is the Golden-winged Dapeng Eagle Peng Demon King, it can't be compared.

frowned, but this did not mean that Mu Ran was helpless against such an opponent. The opponent can cut the five madhi spiritual fire, but it does not mean that the other party can break the seven madhi flames. And for these fast enemies, Luo Yu once told him how to control the enemy.

Breaking the trick with force, clumsy if clumsy, one trick is enough!

When Tiandao Hongjun fought against the white-clothed Daoist Mu Ran's extremely fast body, it was a move to defeat the enemy!

Condensed all the power, all the flames, all the mana, all in his right hand, and threw a punch at the two silver silk threads that rushed towards him.

The domineering Seven Divine Flames devoured everything in front of him, and the powerful mana temporarily froze the space in front of him!

No matter how fast you are, you still want to escape, and you don't want to leave this fire hell.

Then rushed into the flames was a force of unparalleled strength. The Seven Flame Xuanhuo is just to the yang, and the fist that condenses the Seven Flame Xuanhuo, how can he want to look weak and powerless like Mu Ran's appearance? This extremely tough punch, not to mention that it is an ordinary golden immortal, even the Da Luo Golden Immortal does not dare to take a hit.

"Zheng!" Two silver silk threads blocked Mu Ran's fist! Sealing Mu Ran's entire body! Then, the blurred figure followed Mu Ran's unparalleled fist and retreated backwards. Maybe he suffered a lot of injuries, but after all, he saved his life and did not die under this punch.

"Remember me, the Nine Shadows under the Ancestral Throne of the Reincarnation Sect, I will kill you again. From afar, a voice came and drifted into Mu Ran's ears, but these words, listening to Mu Ran's ears, seemed a little ironic.

He was a Da Luo Jin Immortal, and he tried his best to kill a master who was not in the Jin Immortal Qianyuan Realm, but he escaped. If you don't have any water, then it means that this Nine Shadows must not be a weak person.

The only thing that Mu Ran couldn't figure out was when he got into trouble with Jiuyou, or the reincarnation sect ancestor behind him, and when was there such a number one person in heaven and earth?

In my impression, since the era of the word flood, there has been the Styx Sect Ancestor, who was born in the Sea of Blood, and the Kunpeng Ancestor, who lived in the Northern Underworld, but only this reincarnation Sect Ancestor has never heard of it at all.

To have such a subordinate, this reincarnation ancestor must be even more powerful and powerful. There are still many, many enemies in the future.

For a while, Mu Ran didn't notice that there were several more blood marks on his right arm, especially on his fist, and the two wounds were even more serious, almost visible to the bone.