Supreme God Emperor

Right now, surrounded by two peerless powerhouses, it is impossible to escape.

Although Gan Jingyu was able to withstand one person, he still couldn't get out of him when another person looked at him to death.

How can we get out?

Seeing that the quarrel between the two in front of him was gradually heating up, Mu Yun's head spun around.

At this moment, the outer battle has become more and more intense, and the people of Tongshen Pavilion have suffered serious losses.

After all, whether it is the children of the Holy Pill Sect, the people of the Tianxie Island, or the Green Shadow Blood Sect, all of them are strong, and Tongshen Pavilion is still weak.

"Can't consume it like this anymore, otherwise they..."

Mu Yun's heart gradually became anxious.

Om...

However, at this moment, Mu Yun felt a scorching breath spread from his chest, and the heat waves rose higher than the other, rising in his chest continuously.

"Purple Seal?"

Seeing the purple print on his chest glowing with purple light, Mu Yun was taken aback.

What's happening here?

"It doesn't make any sense for us to quarrel like this. There must be something weird about this child. So, how about you and me to investigate his soul lake?"

"Oh?" Jun Wuxie asked in surprise.

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

"it is good!"

The two stopped arguing again and looked at Mu Yun, who was sitting motionless on the ground.

"Start!"

"Ok!"

When the words fell, Meng Yifan and Jun Wuxie simultaneously imprinted their hands and swept towards Mu Yun.

Only this time, they were preparing to oppress Mu Yun's soul lake. Faced with such a method, Mu Yun never dared to be careless.

咻咻...

Two breaking sounds flew out from between Mu Yun's sleeves.

The poison of the black centipede and purple jade in the afterlife immediately rushed to the two masters, Jun Wuxie and Meng Yifan.

"Damn, this little bastard, has been playing around with us!"

"Damn, I was fooled!"

Having to avoid the purple jade afterlife and the black centipede, the two immediately backed away, and that Meng Yifan split the black centipede in half with one palm, and Jun Wuxie's heart was dripping with blood.

That was what he spent ten years on feeding it, and it just died.

"Mu Yun, you are dead, dead!"

Seeing Mu Yun's figure disappearing into the vast night sky, Jun Wuxie suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Run? You can't escape from Nanyun City, you can't escape from the palm of my Jun Wuxie."

As he said, Jun Wuxie raised his hands, the flames filled the sky.

"Stop!" Seeing Jun Wuxie's move, Gan Jingyu's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted: "Jun Wuxie, this is the Nanyun Empire, not your Tianxie Island, stop now."

"Old stuff, I don't."

Jun Wuxie's face was cold, and a trace of blood condensed between his hands.

Those bloodshots were all drawn from those warriors who died in the previous battles. Gradually, those bloodshots filled the surrounding area.

"stop!"

"Master Gan, why get angry, just find Mu Yun and didn't kill the innocent!" Meng Yifan stepped forward and stopped Gan Jingyu with a smile on his face.

Although Jun Wuxie had a bad reputation on the Heavenly Luck Continent, he did a lot of insidious tricks.

Gan Jingyu was stopped, and Jun Wuxie's fingertips were covered with blood silk into a big net, which spread quickly.

"Come out!"

An evil smile appeared on Jun Wuxie's face and pointed out.

boom……

Where his finger passed, a cracking sound sounded, and a figure crawled out of the pile of corpses in a slightly embarrassing manner.

It is Muyun!

"Want to hide? In front of my Jun Wuxie, forget it!"

Looking at Mu Yun, Jun Wuxie sneered.

"Who said I want to hide!"

However, looking at Jun Wuxie, Mu Yun smiled slightly, and that smile was full of conspiracy.

"Tian Xie Island, up and down are revealing an evil force, Jun Wu Xie, you want to kill me, it's not that easy."

Kaka...

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

The purple electric seal was shining, like the purple lotus fire within Mu Yun's body, but the crackling sound from above made people feel jealous.

"Can you take my trick. Don't say it's the Emperor Jing, even my own treasure, and give it all to you, dare you?"

"How dare not!"

Jun Wuxie squeezed his hands with a loud bang, and looked at Mu Yun with a calm face.

"it is good!"

Mu Yun shouted: "If this is the case, then you are ready to take my hand!"

Speaking of the shining light of the purple electric seal in Mu Yun's hand getting brighter, his entire left arm seemed to be given thunder and lightning life at this moment, violent unmatched.

Seeing Mu Yun rushing, Jun Wuxie's eyes showed a trace of contempt.

Hardwired? He is innocent and not stupid, so he won't insist.

With his arms sticking out, Jun Wuxie's figure looked like a ghost, and in an instant there were seven more figures.

The seven figures surrounded Mu Yun tightly, either laughing or making trouble, for a time, it was impossible to tell which one was the real Jun Wuxie.

"Purple Electronic Seal!"

However, just as Mu Yun was at a loss, he suddenly realized that he seemed to be able to see Jun Wuxie's figure. With that touch of feeling, Mu Yun directly printed it.

puff……

That seal blasted directly on Jun Wuxie's chest, and the sound of broken bones creaked, and Jun Wuxie spouted blood.

He couldn't even dream that Mu Yun could find him.

"Ok?"

However, after that print was printed, Jun Wuxie's face changed.

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

"Damn it!"

Glancing at Mu Yun fiercely, Jun Wuxie hummed: "Meng Yifan, play here by yourself, I won't accompany you."

Jun Wuxie let out a loud cry, his figure flashed, and he left like this.

gone?

Meng Yifan was stunned.

what happened? Jun Wuxie was injured by Mu Yun? How can this be!

Seeing Jun Wuxie withdraw, Meng Yifan immediately shouted: "Lu Kui, Xue Wushuang, you two have captured him!"

"Yes!"

"Who would dare to capture my grandson! I broke his limbs!"

However, just after Meng Yifan's words fell, a voice resembling thunder echoed throughout Nanyun City.

"It's him!"

"He's not dead!"

"grandfather!"

With this shout, a figure with gray hair stood in front of Mu Yun.

"Grandpa, where have you been?" Looking at Mu Dingtian, Mu Yun said with joy.

He thought there would be something unexpected about Mu Dingtian, and now he saw that Mu Dingtian was intact, and he was relieved.

On the other side, the man in black also arched his hand towards Mu Dingtian, silently.

"Hey, are the guys in Tianyun Continent amazing? You still want to catch my grandson, you guys are great!" Looking at the crowd, Mu Dingtian shouted.

"Now, let me see who dares to die!"

"Keep talking!"

Xue Wushuang's face was cold, and he stepped out directly.

He was in the tenth realm of power, although the precious blood soul orb was broken, but his own strength was still there.

Take one step and pat it open with one palm.

The thick **** palm prints, like ghost claws that kill their lives, grabbed directly towards Mu Dingtian.

"Go away!"

With a roar, Mu Dingtian stood on the spot with his hands behind him, and he didn't even move. But the blood palm, one inch in front of his body, exploded.

It was as if there was this invisible protective film around Mu Dingtian.

"War spirit!"

Seeing Mu Dingtian's actions, Mu Yun was stunned, then laughed.

The so-called fighting spirit, in some respects, is similar to sword intent and sword intent, but sword intent is aimed at swordsmen, and sword intent is aimed at swordsmen.

The fighting spirit is the precipitation and fusion of the martial artist after thousands of hard work, which can only be figured out.

Mu Dingtian’s ability to comprehend the fighting spirit surprised Mu Yun, but think about Mu Dingtian at the bottom of the Leiyin Valley. His body has indeed reached a terrifying situation.

"War spirit!"

Seeing this scene, Meng Yifan's face changed.

Unexpectedly, this little Nanyun Empire would be in such a big trouble. A trivial and tri-level Mu Yun could make him feel devastated.

Now there is an extra grandpa.

And this grandpa seems to be amazing!

"Haha... grandson rest assured, grandpa is here, no one can hurt you!" Mu Dingtian laughed and looked at everyone: "Whoever of you wants to come up, come on!"

Seeing that Xue Wushuang, who was the tenth layer of Tongshen, was repelled by Mu Dingtian's move, he was embarrassed, who would dare to head-on with this person.

Except Meng Yifan, who can resist this person?

"Wonder, it's you!" Mu Dingtian pointed his finger at Meng Yifan, and shouted: "Just now you called the happiest one. Let's start with you today."

When the words fell, Mu Dingtian stepped out, fisted his lower abdomen, and then suddenly, there was a bang, and Mu Dingtian punched out.

boom……

This fist rushed out, forming an arch-shaped air current barrier, and directly scraped toward Meng Yifan.

"Humph!"

Meng Yifan's eyes trembled, and he suddenly took out the golden brush in his hand.

The brush is all over the body, the momentum is waves, and the sharp pen point gives a domineering aura that can cut the world.

"Emperor Pen!"

Meng Guangling's expression was joyful, and when he saw his father take out the Dihuang Pen, his morale was immediately boosted.

Both the Earth Emperor Pen and the Human Emperor Jing are the best earth tools, but his realm is not enough to be able to exert the power of the best earth tools, otherwise Mu Yun would have died long ago.

At this moment, seeing his father take out the Di Huang pen, he couldn't wait for his father to kill Mu Yun in one stroke.

"Go away!"

As soon as the Emperor of the Earth's pen came out, Meng Yifan's face exploded with fierce momentum, and the sharp strokes of the pen and even the cutting air shook.

"Emperor Pen..."

Mu Yun whispered slightly, the moment the local emperor pen appeared, Zhu Xiantu trembled again, seeming to be extremely eager.

"Honestly, you have swallowed the Human Emperor's Scriptures. Are you still not satisfied?" Mu Yun scolded: "The emperor's pen is so sharp. Grandpa may not be able to carry it. You still want to eat!"

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

It's just that every stroke of Renhuang's pen is drawn, but it is full of abnormal desire.

Meng Yifan stroked each stroke, and every time he stroked a stroke, the surging murderous aura continued to envelope Mu Dingtian.