Chapter 224

Right now, surrounded by two great powers, it is impossible to escape.

Although Gan Jingyu can resist one person, another person looks after him, and he still can't get away.

How can we get away?

Seeing that the quarrel between the two people in front of him has gradually heated up, Mu Yun's head spins.

At the moment, the battle outside has become more and more intense, and the people in Tongshen pavilion have suffered serious losses.

After all, whether they are the children of Saint Dan sect, the disciples of tianxie Island, or the green shadow blood sect, they are all strong, and Tongshen Pavilion is still weak.

"You can't spend it like this, or they..."

Mu Yun became worried at the bottom of his heart.

Hum

However, suddenly at this moment, Mu Yun felt a burning breath spread from his chest, and the heat wave was higher and higher, rising in his chest.

"Purple Print?"

Looking at the purple light on his chest, Mu Yun was stunned.

What's going on?

"It doesn't make any sense for us to quarrel like this. There must be something strange about this son. So, how about you join me to find out his soul lake?"

"Oh?" You are surprised.

"You don't know that there should be an extremely powerful magic weapon in his soul lake. If you and I jointly squeeze his soul lake, I don't believe that the magic weapon won't show up." Meng Yifan said calmly.

"Good!"

They stopped arguing again and looked at Mu Yun sitting on the ground motionless.

"Start!"

"Yes!"

When the words fell, Meng Yifan and Jun Wuxie made marks with both hands and swept away towards Muyun.

Only this time, they are ready to oppress Muyun's Soul Lake. In the face of such means, Muyun dare not be careless.

Whew, whew

Two empty voices flew out from between mu Yun's sleeves.

The poison powder of black centipede and purple jade in the afterlife rushed to the two masters of Jun Wuye and Meng Yifan in an instant.

"Bastard, this little rabbit has been teasing us!"

"Damn it, I was fooled!"

They had to avoid the purple jade afterlife and the black centipede. They immediately retreated. Meng Yifan split the black centipede in half with one palm, and Jun Wuxie on one side was dripping blood.

He spent ten years feeding it and died.

"Mu Yun, you're dead, dead!"

Seeing Muyun's figure disappear in the vast night sky, Jun Wuye suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted.

"Run? You can't escape from Nanyun city at all. You can't escape from the innocent palm of my king."

With that, Jun Wuxie raised his hands and the fire was all over the sky.

"Stop!" Seeing Jun Wuxie's move, Gan Jingyu's face changed and quickly shouted, "Jun Wuxie, this is the Nanyun Empire, not your tianxie island. Stop it."

"Old man, I don't like it."

Your innocent face was cold, and a trace of blood condensed between your hands.

The blood was drawn from those warriors who died in the previous battle. Gradually, the blood filled the air and spread around.

"Stop!"

"Master Gan, why be angry? You just found Muyun and didn't kill innocent people!" Meng Yifan stepped forward and stopped Gan Jingyu with a smile on his face.

Although Jun Wuye has a bad reputation in Tianyun mainland, there are a lot of Yin moves and bad moves.

Gan Jingyu was stopped, and the blood filaments on the fingertips of Jun Wuxie's ten fingers formed a big net, which spread rapidly.

"Come out!"

Jun Wuxie's face showed an evil smile and pointed out.

Bang

Where his fingers passed, a burst sound sounded and a figure crawled out of the corpse.

It's Muyun!

"Want to hide? In front of my king without evil, forget it!"

Looking at Mu Yun, Jun Wuxie said coldly with a smile.

"Who said I was going to hide!"

However, looking at Jun innocent, Muyun smiled slightly. The smile was full of conspiracy.

"Tianxie Island, from top to bottom, reveals an evil force. You are innocent. It's not that easy for you to kill me."

Kaka, Kaka

Mu Yun's words fell, and a purple electric seal appeared at his hanging arm.

The purple electric seal was shining like the purple lotus demon fire in Mu Yun's body, but the crackling sound from above was frightening.

"You can take my move. Don't say it's the emperor's Sutra. I'll give it all to you, too. Dare you?"

"How dare not!"

Jun Wuxie pinched his hands and banged. He looked at Mu Yun and his face was calm.

"Good!"

Mu Yun shouted, "in that case, you're ready to take my hand!"

As he spoke, the purple electric seal in Mu Yun's hand was shining more and more brightly. His whole left arm seemed to be given lightning life at this moment, which was unmatched.

Seeing Mu Yun coming, Jun Wuxie showed a trace of disdain in the corners of his eyes.

Hard wired? If he is innocent and not stupid, he won't answer hard.

With your arms sticking out, your innocent figure is like a ghost, and there are seven more figures in an instant.

The seven figures surrounded Mu Yun tightly, laughing or making noise. For a time, it was impossible to tell which was the real king without evil.

"Purple electric seal!"

However, just when Mu Yun was at a loss, he suddenly found that he seemed to be able to see the figure of Jun Wuxie. With that feeling, Mu Yun printed directly.

Poof

The seal directly hit Jun Wuxie's chest, the sound of broken bones cluttered, and Jun Wuxie directly took a mouthful of blood.

He never dreamed that Mu Yun could find him.

"Huh?"

However, after that print, Jun Wuye's face changed.

The mark on his chest, with the power of lightning, penetrated into his body bit by bit, and is still further corroding his body.

"Damn it!"

After a fierce look at Mu Yun, Jun Wuye hummed, "Meng Yifan, play here yourself. I won't accompany you."

Jun Wuxie gave a loud cry and his figure flashed. He just walked away.

be gone?

Meng Yifan was stunned.

What happened? Jun Wuye was hurt by Mu Yun? How is that possible!

Seeing that Jun Wuxie withdrew, Meng Yifan immediately shouted, "green Kui, unparalleled blood, you two captured him!"

"Yes!"

"Who dares to capture my grandson! I'll break his five limbs!"

However, Meng Yifan's words just fell, and a voice like thunder echoed in the whole Nanyun city.

"It's him!"

"He's not dead!"

"Grandpa!"

After drinking, a figure with gray hair stood in front of Mu Yun.

"Grandpa, where have you been?" Looking at mu Dingtian, Mu Yun said happily.

He thought that mu Dingtian would have an accident. Now he was relieved to see that mu Dingtian was intact.

On the other side, the man in black also arched his hand at the shepherd Ding sky and remained silent.

"Hey, hey, are the guys in Tianyun mainland great? You still want to catch my grandson. You're great!" Looking at the crowd, mu Dingtian shouted.

"Now, I see who dares to die!"

"Speak wildly!"

Blood unparalleled, face a cold, directly step out.

He was originally in the ten realms of communicating with God. Although the precious blood and soul beads were broken, his own strength was still there.

Step out and clap open.

The thick blood palm print, like a ghost claw, directly grabbed at mu Dingtian.

"Go away!"

With a roar, mu Dingtian stood in place, his hands behind him, and even didn't move. The blood palm exploded an inch in front of his body.

It seems that there is an invisible protective film around mu Dingtian.

"War spirit!"

Looking at mu Dingtian's move, Mu Yun was stunned and laughed immediately.

In some aspects, the so-called war Qi is almost the same as the meaning of sword and sword, but the meaning of sword is aimed at swordsmen, and the meaning of sword is aimed at swordsmen.

War Qi is the precipitation and integration of the martial arts after thousands of tempering.

Mu Dingtian was surprised to understand the war spirit, but think about it. Mu Dingtian spent all day at the bottom of Leiyin Valley, pondering martial arts and eating black heart pills every day. For more than 20 years, this has been the case. His body has indeed reached a terrible situation.

"War spirit!"

Seeing this, Meng Yifan's face changed.

This small Nanyun Empire did not expect such a big trouble. A shepherd cloud with only three levels of God can make him anxious.

Now there is an extra Grandpa.

And this grandpa looks great!

"Ha ha... Don't worry, grandson. No one can hurt you if Grandpa is here!" Mu Dingtian laughed and looked at the crowd: "who of you wants to come up, come on!"

Seeing the unparalleled blood of Tongshen Shizhong was defeated by mu Dingtian's move, I was embarrassed. Who dares to fight this man.

Who can resist this man except Meng Yifan?

"Coward, just you!" Mu Dingtian pointed his finger at Meng Yifan and shouted, "just now you called the happiest. Let's start with you today."

When the words fell, mu Dingtian stepped out one step and closed his belly with his fist. Then, a bang rang out and mu Dingtian punched out.

Boom

The punch rushed out to form an arched airflow barrier and directly scraped towards Meng Yifan.

"Hum!"

Meng Yifan's eyes trembled and suddenly took out a glittering brush in his hand.

The brush is up and down, momentum waves, sharp brush, giving people a kind of domineering momentum that can cut the world.

"Dihuang pen!"

Meng Guangling's face was happy. Seeing his father take out the emperor's pen, his morale was greatly boosted.

Both the Dihuang pen and the renhuang Sutra are the best ground utensils, but his realm is not enough to give full play to the power of the best ground utensils, otherwise Muyun would have died long ago.

At the moment, seeing his father take out the emperor's pen, he wished his father could kill Muyun.

"Go away!"

As soon as the emperor's pen came out, Meng Yifan's face soared with fierce momentum. With a stroke, the sharp pen edge and even the cutting air were Zizi.

"Di Huang pen..."

Mu Yun whispered slightly. At the moment when the local imperial pen appeared, Zhu Xiantu trembled again, as if he was very eager.

"Be honest, you've swallowed the emperor's Sutra. Aren't you satisfied?" Mu Yun scolded, "the emperor's pen is extremely sharp. Grandpa may not be able to carry it. You still want to eat!"

Hearing Mu Yun's words, Zhu Xiantu gradually stabilized.

Just seeing every stroke of renhuang's pen is full of abnormal desire.

Meng Yifan wrote one by one, and with each stroke, the surging murderous spirit continued to envelop the shepherd Ding sky.