A hundred meters sounds like a no-brainer, but it's a full twenty or thirty stories high.

A hundred-meter blood python, casually a piece of scale armor falls off, and it must be the size of a basketball, and it can easily wrap around a building dozens of stories high, and the weight alone is hundreds of tons.

The people who were able to enter the palace array had at least cultivated to the point of seven or eight heavens in the mortal realm, and there were even a large number of innate cultivators mixed in with them.

However, in front of such a terrifying huge blood python, no one could stop it at all, not even a group of people with the highest cultivation level.

Lin Muzhi rescued Ye Chuyi, and ran very fast with Du Wenlong and the others, like a gust of wind, violently opening up a passage in the crowd.

Fan Qinglun and the others were still denouncing and scolding Lin Muzhi and the others, and the terrifying blood python had already descended on the vast school field where the Immortal Treasure Altar was located.

At the beginning, there were still people who joined forces to launch an extremely brave attack on the terrifying blood python, but after the terrifying blood python swallowed dozens of people, the people on the school field scattered like crazy.

Fan Qinglun, the corpse boy and others were the first group of people to react after Lin Muzhi and the others, and they followed the passage that Lin Muzhi and the others rushed through, and ran in the first sequence of the chaotic crowd.

The blood python is entrenched in the school field, and the fairy treasure is within reach, but everyone can only look at it from afar.

As Fan Qinglun, who was the most hopeful of getting the immortal treasure before, at this moment, he almost hated Lin Muzhi to the core.

"Say, where are they Lin Muzhi?"

In the ruins of a dilapidated palace, the long sword in Fan Qinglun's hand was dripping blood, and the body of a three-eyed giant leopard was lying in a pool of blood.

In just one year, in this new era of civilization and order gradually collapsing, this beast knight obviously did not have the slightest sense of loyalty, and under the persecution of Fan Qinglun, he said everything he knew like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, and he couldn't wait to tell Fan Qinglun the color of Lin Mu's underwear.

The long sword fell, and the beast knight kneeling on the ground was still straight, but a big head had already rolled to the ground.

"What this son hates the most is people like you who eat inside and outside, everyone sets off, goes to the Qianqing Palace, and besieges Lin Muzhi!"

is clean and neat, although Fan Qinglun is a bit of a sissy in nature, but in this bad situation, what he shows is a completely different kind of decisive domineering, uh, a bit of a mother's domineering.

Qianqing Palace, also known as the Jinluan Palace in many movies and TV series, is also one of the most important, solemn and magnificent buildings in the entire imperial palace.

On the huge square, dozens of fierce beasts were scattered in all directions, and in the solemn and solemn palace, Lin Muzhi was constantly twisting on the Supreme Dragon Chair as if his butt was pierced.

"What do you say the previous emperors thought, what kind of broken chair is it, it's not comfortable to sit on at all, and the emperor's throne is not as good as the broken sofa at home!"

"Also, look at this design style, there is not even a window, and it is also an eerie part of the ...... in the daytime."

**The essence of the silk is undoubtedly exposed, if it is an ordinary day, maybe the people present are still interested in farting and chatting with Lin Muzhi, but in this environment today, everyone's face is extremely heavy, most of them just glanced at Lin Muzhi, and they all fell silent and no longer spoke, as if they all had unparalleled hearts.

"Brother Mu, when is it, you still have this kind of mood, you have that thought, you might as well think about how we can get out of this palace, in six days, whether it is the danger in this palace or Fan Qinglun's group of bastards, it will not make us feel better!" Du Wenlong said with a frustrated face.

On weekdays, he only mixes in his own small circle, Du Wenlong has always felt that he is the world's No. 1 peerless Tianjiao, but since he met Lin Muzhi, a series of things, Du Wenlong's indiscriminate and proud little heart has long been hit and his body is incomplete, and he no longer has the arrogant color he had at the beginning.

On the contrary, it was Lin Muzhi, who killed from Long Live Mountain to the capital along the way, and had long been accustomed to the life-and-death struggle in this new era, which seemed to be the most relaxed, and did not seem to have any psychological burden.

Looking at Du Wenlong's bitter face, Lin Muzhi casually put down a delicate vase, clapped his hands, and said: "Senior Brother Wenlong, in this era, you have to adapt to it! Fan Qinglun's group of bad goods are afraid of something, just do him!"

"What if I can't do it?" Du Wenlong asked with a pained face.

"Stupid, if you can't do it, just run, and then find the field when you feel that you can beat him in the future!" Lin Muyi said with a natural face.

Du Wenlong was embarrassed, and there was a feeling that I was speechless.

Either by coincidence, or by fate, Du Wenlong's question had not been long ago, and outside the Jinluan Palace, there were soon bursts of fierce beast roars.

Dozens of people in the main hall did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and rushed out of the main hall one by one.

"Damn, Lin Muzhi, you really are hiding here, give it to me, and kill him!"

Far away, Fan Qinglun saw Lin Muzhi and others coming out of the palace hall at a glance, this time Fan Qinglun, without putting any mouth cannons, waved his hand directly, and a group of black and suppressed little brothers behind him rushed towards Lin Muzhi and others like a tide.

Instinctively, a group of people behind Lin Muzhi saw a large number of light enemies rushing towards them, and they wanted to summon their mounts to flee again.

However, at this moment, people were stunned, only to see Lin Muzhi actually jumped on the horse, and he didn't know what to say to the snow-white war horse with his head tilted, and the whole person rushed towards the enemy with nearly a hundred people single-handedly.

"Golden Shenzang, open it for me!"

White Horse Golden Gun, since Lin Muzhi devoured all the supernatural imprints in his body with the Heaven Swallowing Demon Skill, this was the first time that Lin Muzhi went all out, using the power of his bloodline to exert the magical power of the Golden Divine Treasure.

Less than the innate realm, the Golden Divine Treasure is still a pseudo-divine power, but this time it is used to give Lin Muzhi a feeling of easy control, and the consumption of qi and blood in his body is also many times lower than before.

"Calm the chaos, resist the arts, kill!"

Dense golden divine soldiers burst out of the sky from the gate of the gods, and under the control of Lin Muzhi's method of quelling the chaos, Lin Muzhi charged alone, but it was as if he was accompanied by a hundred and ten helpers.

The golden divine soldier bore the brunt of the attack, bursting out with a brilliant torrent of golden light, Lin Muzhi followed closely, and a bloody golden spear was unleashed in his hand, which was quite a kind of unparalleled warrior in all directions.

The mortal realm is at its peak, but Lin Muzhi's physical cultivation is more fierce and powerful than that of ordinary innate monks, and the rolling golden qi and blood are surging out like endless waves.

And what made Lin Muzhi even happier was that the Heaven Devouring Demon was extremely domineering, and the true qi that was bred out once again was actually able to drive the willow branch sacrifice spirit in his sea of consciousness and turned into a small and exquisite green willow tree, suspended above his head, extending dozens of green willow sticks, and protecting his body tightly.

A charge, the horsepower weakened, the snow-white war horse neighed in the crowd, and the four hooves rushed, like a cannonball, shattering the surrounding ground like a cannonball, like a shock wave, forcing the surrounding crowd away, and then leaping, extremely agile and galloping out of the crowd.

In the first round, Lin Muzhi was unharmed, and Fan Qinglun was on the side, eight dead and twelve injured.

This kind of record was beyond everyone's expectations, but Lin Muzhi, after an evenly matched rush, the raging battle intent that had gradually fallen silent boiled again.

"Rub, why don't you go up?"

This was Lin Muzhi's first sentence after returning to his own camp, which made Du Wenlong and the others look at each other.

However, Lin Muzhi's mighty record also quickly aroused the enthusiasm of the people present, and one by one they turned over on their own mounts, stood with knives and guns, and spontaneously followed behind Lin Muzhi.

"Senior Sister Junior, I'll pick you up!"

Dozens of monks of the True Martial Sect all have mounts, but Ye Chuyi and the others, although their combat power is also not weak, they are limited to true qi and swordsmanship, and in terms of hand-to-hand combat, they are not comparable to a group of people from the True Martial Sect at all.

Ye Chuyi looked at Lin Muzhi's pure face on the snow-white war horse, and after being stunned for a moment, he reached out and turned over into Lin Muzhi's arms.

"Senior Brother Mu, don't think wildly!"

"Hehe, I'll try my best!"

More than twenty women with swords on their backs were invited one after another to ride the beast mount with the disciples of the True Martial Sect, and in the roar of Lin Muzhi, more than thirty beast knights turned into a torrent and charged towards the enemy coming from the front again.

People borrow horsepower, the monks of the True Martial Sect, all of them are Shinto monks who specialize in cultivating the flesh, and with the same strong mounts, the power of the charge, every knight, is not inferior to a super truck.

Moreover, on top of most of the fierce beasts, there was also a female disciple of the Shushan Sword Sect holding a long sword, and the sword light Huo Huo intercepted those spells and magic weapons in the void one after another.

This coordination is hasty, but it is a ferocious mess.

Especially Lin Mu took the lead, with the Qingguang willow tree defending overhead, and Ye Chuyi breaking through those spells with the sword in his arms, Lin Mu's big gun was like a dragon overturning the river and the sea, and in the blink of an eye, it stirred up a surging blood wave in the crowd.

With Lin Muzhi as a sharp knife, it seems to chisel through Fan Qinglun's two-hundred-person camp, which is something that can be done in minutes.

Lin Muzhi roared angrily, and the thirty beast knights behind him were even more warlike, and soon connected with the momentum on Lin Muzhi's body.

Looking from a distance, Lin Muzhi and the others, like a huge cone, fiercely chiseled into the camp of two hundred people, splashing pieces of stumps and bones, blood waves and red pulp.

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