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"Who?"

The old man's eyes twinkled, and a breath of terror burst out of his body.

"It's him! I didn't expect him to come after me! "

With a fluster on his face, Li Changlao subconsciously wanted to run away, but he was pressed down by the old man with a mustache.

"What's to be afraid of? There are so many of us here that we can't deal with him alone? "

With a call, more than 100 blood god disciples rushed out of the cave.

Mu Yu came in slowly from the cave, with a faint smile on his face: "I didn't expect that Gui Jiao should be so hospitable and put on such a big array to welcome me."

"How dare you! How dare you break into the altar of my blood religion alone

The old man with mustard looked at Mu Yu, his face full of fierce light, and endless evil spirit flowed around him.

"It turns out that this is just the altar of blood god religion. It's really disappointing."

Mu Yu shook his head and pretended to be disappointed: "I especially want to go to the general altar of your blood god cult. I don't know if you are willing to show me the way."

"The strength is not enough, but we can't go to the general arena. Let me weigh your strength."

The old man with moustache gave a gloomy smile.

At his command, all the disciples of the blood god sect were shining with blood light, and rushed to Mu Yu.

"Boring

Mu Yu's face did not change, his fingers in the void gently.

In such a large cave, the whole space is like glass, breaking apart.

"Ah..."

Fierce screams resounded throughout the cave, and all the blood god disciples could not resist, and were directly engulfed by the cracks in the space.

Just a moment later, except for Li Changlao and the old man with a moustache, all the other disciples of the blood god cult were killed.

"No..."

The old man with moustache screamed out, his chest undulating up and down, it is difficult to calm the waves in his heart.

Li Changlao was no better. His face was as pale as a piece of white paper.

In the heart of despair to the extreme, Mu Yu's strength is so strong that they can't resist.

"I don't know if I'm qualified to go to your finals?"

Mu Yu embraces his chest with both arms and smiles faintly.

Looking at Mu Yu's smile, they felt as if they had fallen into the abyss of Jiuyou. Their lips were trembling and could not say a word.

Mu Yu gradually put away his smile and said in a cold voice, "since I don't want to, I won't leave you alive."

As soon as the voice fell, Mu Yu disappeared like a ghost.

When it appeared again, the figure was already in front of the old man, pointing directly to his forehead.

The old man with a mustache even got stuck in his throat and fell to the ground without any vitality.

"Do you want to go with him?"

Mu Yu's eyes turned to Li Changlao.

Li Changlao has been frightened by Mu Yu. He doesn't dare to think much, so he kneels on the ground.

"My Lord, show mercy! I'd like to take you to the general arena myself. "

Li Changlao's desire for survival is very strong. He kowtows while talking, and his forehead is bleeding.

"That's right. I'm a kind man. I always have to kill people. It makes my conscience uneasy."

Mu Yu affectionately patted elder Li on the shoulder, indicating that he could get up.

It seems that there are countless grass and mud horses galloping by in Li Chang's heart. When you wave your hands, you will kill all the disciples of our blood god cult. Fortunately, you mean that you have a bad conscience.

However, I dare not say these words for my own sake.