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Mu Qingzi's shoulder blade was numb for a while, and when he looked down again, a patch of green spread from the wound. He knew that it was poisonous, and he didn't dare to slack off, so he pointed at the wound regardless of the pain, and suddenly the spear seemed to be knocked out of his shoulder blade by a strong force, and stood on the ground.

In an instant, all the flowers and trees withered within a few feet of the spear, which shows how powerful this poison is.

This is what Ye An got from Wang Qi's storage bag, and when he harvested this thing, he smelled a fishy smell, and he was faintly dizzy when he smelled it. Ye An felt that this thing was extraordinary, and he thought that it should be an extremely powerful treasure given by Wang Qi's sect.

But the sharpness of this thing was still much beyond Ye An's imagination, Mu Qingzi pinched out a strange magic decision in his hand, and pointed it at the wound, the green color only stopped for a moment, and then began to spread again.

The whole arm no longer felt anything, Mu Qingzi's eyes flashed a trace of determination, and with a turn of mana, the entire left arm was broken from the shoulder blade and fell to the side, and then looked at it, the blood flowing from the broken arm had shown a trace of green, and the palm of the hand quickly dried up.

Mu Qingzi's face was horrified and shocked, and he exclaimed: "Fu Lu is really poisonous, where did you get it, this thing is enough to kill a Daoji monk!"

Ye An saw that Mu Qingzi's strong man had broken his wrist, and he didn't want to give him any respite, so he took out a disgusting ball of flesh and blood from the storage bag, threw it high, and a scream came from the flesh, and it suddenly shrank under the twist, turning into a bat with a white head, and a few fangs were visible when he opened his mouth, flashing cold light and pounced on Mu Qingzi.

Mu Qingzi was extremely resentful in his heart, in fact, his experience in both cultivation and fighting was much higher than that of this monk who called himself Ye, but he was carelessly poisonous, and his combat power was already greatly damaged after losing an arm.

If his original storage bag was still there, it would not be very difficult to deal with the current situation, but now he only has the magic weapons of the disciples of the various sects who have died in his hands in the past few months, most of which are quite inconsistent with the exercises he has cultivated, and his strength has naturally declined again, so he has been forced to such a situation.

Seeing the white-headed bat's saliva roaring from its teeth, Mu Qingzi felt bitter in his heart. He naturally recognized this thing, it was the magic weapon of the Demon Bat Cave, which was made by the Ning Dan monk to sacrifice the demon bat for 7749 days, and it was a one-time magic weapon. When you cast it, it's like facing a living demon bat, and it's really powerful.

It's a little hard to deal with this thing when you're in your heyday, let alone yourself who is embarrassed at this time?

With a ruthless heart, Mu Qingzi slapped his chest three times in a row, and opened his mouth to spit out a blood bead, which seemed to be extremely bloody, but in fact there was a strong aroma.

Mu Qingzi's face sank, and he shouted: "Go!" The blood bead seemed to have a spiritual wisdom, and a blood-colored light emitted under the trembling, and it instantly hit the body of the white-headed bat, and the white-headed bat, which was still extremely fierce just now, turned over and died as soon as it came into contact with the blood-colored light, and fell to the ground, or made a piece of carrion.

"The old man has long looked down on life and death, and now in order to protect himself, he has to use his little longevity to use secret methods to defeat you on the spot! As long as he takes you away, the old man can start all over again!" Mu Qingzi said viciously.

Ye An didn't dare to underestimate the blood beads, seeing that the blood beads were about to come, he gritted his teeth and sacrificed several magic weapons in a row, but no matter which magic weapon it was, it was polluted red as soon as it came into contact with the blood beads, and fell to the ground.

The look of horror on his face was fleeting, and as soon as his mind moved, he was about to hide without a moment, but he suddenly found that he couldn't move for half a minute, and then his eyes turned black and he stood in place.

Ye An seemed to have come to a blue dark space in a daze, opened his eyes and tried his best but still couldn't see anything, but suddenly a milky white point of light appeared in the darkness.

The point of light got closer and closer, and a familiar face appeared in the point of light, and that was Mu Qingzi, who had just been seriously injured!

Mu Qingzi's face was hideous, and he said gloomily: "As long as I take you away, everything today is worth it!"

Ye An suddenly came to his senses, this place is not elsewhere, it is his own knowledge of the sea!

His soul is now imprisoned here for some reason, looking at the salivating Mu Qingzi, Ye An felt a little desperate, on fighting alone, although Ye An has a gap with this person, but it is not without hope of turning the tables and winning;

But the divine soul is the most difficult thing for a monk to cultivate, and it has nothing to do with his spiritual power, but with the improvement of the monk's realm, the divine soul will grow slowly.

At present, he is in the early stage of perceiving the sixth layer, and the divine soul is naturally the same, but Mu Qingzi is very different, Ye An has seen almost thousands of sixth-layer monks, and in terms of the depth of cultivation, no one can compare to Mu Qingzi today.

I'm afraid that even the dead Blood Red Dao people were not as good as him back then!

Mu Qingzi seemed to enjoy this moment very much, and said with a smile: "The old man entered my master's door at the age of nine in the country of Juche, and at the age of thirty-three, he felt perfection, which can be described as a time of infinite beauty! As long as he can find the legendary Shengdan Wood Essence in his lifetime, the old man will definitely be able to build a nine-zhang Dao foundation, and the road to cultivation will be smooth from now on!"

"But recently, I have been defeated by you, and it is really something that the old man never expected to be in such a situation. But it doesn't matter, as long as I take you away, I am you, I am the winner of the hunt, I can be rewarded by your sect, then there is still hope for everything"

Ye Anxin moved, and he seemed to have heard of Jucheguo, but his eyes widened instantly, and he blurted out, "Where is Jucheguo?"

Mu Qingzi said fiercely: "The old man is not interested in solving the puzzles of a dead man!" As he spoke, Mu Qingzi turned into a ball of light again, and opened his mouth to devour Ye An.

Ye An's heart was dead, looking at Mu Qingzi's huge mouth, the scenes of his more than ten years of cultivation suddenly appeared in front of him.

From the time the master led himself into the sect to the hands of Shen Jian, who almost lost his life, from the terrifying return in the sunset forest to the extermination of the Blood Red Dao people, from the sudden death of the master, to the fact that he came to the New Domain Country for more than seven years.

Master's hopeful eyes seemed to be on the side at the moment, Ye Anxin seemed to be dripping blood, extremely unwilling, looking at Mu Qingzi who came step by step, and said in a trembling voice: "No!"

Mu Qingzi finally took a bite, and it only took a moment to completely take Ye An away, although he could not fully adapt to this body at that time, as long as he returned to Ye An's sect, he would be able to start again with a new identity.

Mu Qingzi's heart flashed with anger, as long as he cultivated to become strong, he would definitely let these sects pay the price that made them heartache one by one!

However, at this moment, a change was born!

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