An hour later, Qingmu Mountain was dug through a secret road.
Ling Ying jumped in, and Qilang jumped in.
One hundred meters below the tunnel, there are indeed many vines growing. They stepped cautiously, but still did not guard, one after another vines shuttled towards them, the seven wolves quickly dodged, while Ling Ying summoned the spirit fire, small The flame burned, immediately burning these vines.
The rest, too, were shocked and drew back.
"It's really amazing!" Among the seven wolves, Greedy Wolf couldn't help exclaiming.
Ling Ying's face was expressionless, he was very composed, although he was a bit cynical on weekdays, he became meticulous when it was a critical moment.
At this moment, he solemnly scanned the empty crypt, looked around, then stopped, and whispered: "I suddenly thought of a question."
Qilang looked at him seriously, wondering what he was going to say.
Ling Ying said: "Although this wooden entangling formation is powerful, there are many spiritual masters in the world who can crack this wooden entangling formation through the ages. There should be many people who can crack this wooden entangling formation. But why, for so many years, there is still no one to understand. It’s too simple to open the secret of this ruin!"
The blood wolf was silent for a while, and said: "Could there be other formations?"
Ling Ying shook his head: "No, I have already seen it. There is only a wooden entangling formation. There will be no second formation. This is strange."
While speaking, Ling Ying took out a compass for testing the magnetic field from his cuff, chanted the spell, and the compass began to rotate slightly.
Ling Ying was suddenly stunned, and shouted: "How is it possible!"
Seven wolves stared at him, surprised: "What's the matter?"
Ling Yingying was like a ghost, and said in amazement: "Just a mile away, my compass can feel the magnetic field here is very strong! Why is it now so weak that the treasure will move?"
The Qilang was very surprised, they frowned, and they were also puzzled.
Ling Ying shook her head blankly, and muttered: "It's so strange, I've never noticed such a strange thing!"
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It is said that Song Qingyue and Mu Fengling have all transformed into evil races, but they have the cultivation system of human race, just like cold blade, they can absorb spiritual energy and evil energy. They have two kinds of energies. The evil race of the same rank is even stronger.
Song Qingyue didn't know what kind of weird Fajue she had cultivated, but she didn't even mention her bloodline. Her cultivation speed became so fast that she was already a Tier 5 evil clan, and it was not much more than Mu Fengling!
At this moment, they slaughtered various ancient cities all the way, and tens of thousands of weak people died in their hands!
The evil spirit on them became more and more intense, killing them all the way, and in a blink of an eye, they had reached the gate of Mingyue Sect!
The Mingyue Sect, as its name suggests, its topography is like a bright moon, and all the main hall buildings are silver-white and form a circle.
Looking at the golden signboard of Mingyuezong, Mu Fengling had cold eyes and a weird smile, very sinister.
"Haha, old friends, I'm Mu Fengling, I'm back again! Mingyue Sect, I killed a lot of people, I know you hate me, now, I put the head here, who will take it away?"
"coming?"
Feeling the strange aura unique to the evil race, the two thousand people of the Mingyue Sect are very solemn, and their formation has already been set up.
Suddenly, Mu Fengling and Song Qingyue stepped into the Mingyue Sect and saw two thousand people, they were all ready.
Before Minghao could see who came, he raised his arms and let out a cold voice: "Ready... Open..."
His words stopped abruptly until the end of his words, and immediately his face solidified and his expression became horrified.
"Mu... Mu... Mu Fengling—" I don't know who it is, he screamed hysterically, and then two thousand people trembled slightly!
"Haha... It's a great honor for everyone to remember me."
Mu Fengling seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and her tone was very cold.
Ming Hao froze for a long time, depressed in his heart, his face was painful, he was calm and unbelievable.
"Aren't you, are you dead? You obviously were beaten to death by Luo Xingchen alive!"
"Humph." Mu Fengling smiled coldly and said indifferently: "I am indeed dead, but I am alive again.
Now, I am the evil race! "
Mu Fengling's mouth opened and closed, and the strange and cold evil spirit bloomed all over his body, hundreds of feet, and it was cold.
Ming Hao opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound at all, and he was puzzled in his heart.
It turns out that people can really come back from the dead. It turns out that this world really has the law of reincarnation!
Now, the resurrected Mu Fengling claims to be an evil race.
He is like a ghost who has come to claim his life, causing chills in everyone's hearts.
"Huh, Mu Fengling, you are really a wolf with ambition, and you are a big rebellion! Tianlei will raise a scum like you, no wonder you will fall!"
Ming Hao came back to his senses and recovered fiercely again, raising his arms and shouting: "Set up the formation, Mingyue Sword Formation!"
"Yes!" Suddenly, the people picked up the full moon scimitars, held them in their hands, opened their positions, and passed each other's momentum. Suddenly, a large-scale killing formation was completed, and the spirit seal realm was inevitable.
Holding the sword, Song Qingyue rushed in first, and suddenly a thousand knives and flying knives, spinning like a moon, flashing cold, murderous.
"Swish swish..."
A round of full moon scimitars flew towards Song Qingyue. He had just realized the sword intent of the blue sky. At this moment, Liu Qing was perfect in the spiritual world, the power of sword repair, a sword cut out, the sword energy flew, and the huge sword shadow smashed into Song Qingyue Song Qingyue did not rush, carrying a sword to fight against it. A purple sword aura penetrated the past, and this space changed its color.
The violent hurricane bounced all the full moon scimitars back. Liu Qing stepped out and approached Song Qingyue. He fought with it, with sword aura and rapid slashing. His strength can already contend with the Spirit Seal Realm. !
However, Song Qingyue's methods are too strong, that purple sword aura has the power to swallow everything. In a blink of an eye, all of Liu Qing's sword moves were blocked, and her body turned into an evil shadow, suddenly moving in a flash. , From Liu Qing's waist, stroked over!
The two of them are staggered, Song Qingyue, standing back to back with Liu Qing, are motionless.
In the next moment, Liu Qing's body stiffened, and a horizontal bloodstain on his abdomen spouted a bloody arrow of three feet. He collapsed suddenly, his breath dissipated, his eyes widened, and he couldn't squint at him!
The great pillar of the Mingyue Sect, the resounding Blue Sky Swordsman, who just understood the sword intent, fell silently like this.
"Liu Hufa—"
Countless people have their eyes cracked, hatred, trembling all over, and burning with anger!
Others looked shocked and their hearts trembled. This woman, who hadn't even nodded her name before, killed Liu Qing easily, and she could only use the word terror to describe it!
"Haha... Haha..." Song Qingyue squinted her eyes and looked like she was enjoying herself. She liked who she is now, her lips were purple and her face was bloodless, but she was full of power.
Everyone looked at her as if they were looking at a devil, stepping back three feet, very jealous.
"laugh!"
At this moment, Mu Fengling stretched his arms and ran wildly, setting off a phantom of a black phoenix spreading its wings. The wings flickered and rolled up the turmoil. The hurricane broke through the air, and within a hundred meters of it, there was a piece of Murderous field.
"Sect Master Ming, today, I will let you witness with your own eyes that your Mingyue Sect is ruined!"
Mu Fengling said, in both palms, two blood knives were transformed into them, curved like a moon, they seemed to be sharper than the full moon scimitar, and they were covered with blood, which seemed to kill too much, and the blade was blood-red. The color is deeply imprinted and cannot be erased!
boom!
Mu Fengling flew out with a knife and slammed into dozens of people in an instant. Like light and shadow shuttled back and forth, in a blink of an eye, he killed one person after another!
One after another, Mu Fengling fell to the ground and died. Mu Fengling continued to attack like a ruthless assassin. The number of people who died in his hands increased in stacks, from dozens to one hundred, from one hundred to two hundred, lives, It's just like grass mustard!
"Wan Yi knife cut!"
Ming Hao roared angrily, rushed up instantly, his body flashed with two rounds of bright moon totems!
He has already advanced to the Spirit Seal Realm. Perhaps it is because of the disaster. The warriors of the Blue Wind Continent are eager to break through in response to the trend.
With red eyes, Ming Hao threw the huge scimitar in his hand frantically. The scimitar swiftly swirled like an aurora, transforming thousands of shadows, slashing towards Mu Fengling and Song Qingyue. It's coming in all directions!
Mu Fengling smiled gloomily and released the blood of the secluded forest. A secluded forest spreads like an abyss. At the same time, the body of the phoenix is like a tiger with wings, and its huge wings close together to form a dark sphere.
All the sharp blades cut past him and couldn't hurt him.
Song Qingyue even moved the weird body technique to overcome strength with softness! The light sword splits heavily, and one sword separates dozens of flying swords.
The two of them formed two combos of unique kills, and they merged with each other, but they broke the formation, and a series of corpses fell, and they were unscathed.
"Boom!"
Another wave of air exploded a corpse, and the disciples of the Mingyue Sect looked at the fallen compatriots, their livers were splitting.
Ming Hao swung his sword angrily to kill the two of them, but his initial strength in the Spirit Seal realm was not as good as his fart. He was directly kicked out by Mu Fengling sharply, and fell to the ground in embarrassment, with his head disheveled.
"It's a boring formation, Mingyue Sect, a bunch of trash!" Song Qingyue glanced at the people in disgust, already a little impatient.
"You guys, get ready to destroy the sect! Haha..." Mu Fengling smiled wildly, waved away two blood knives, what he was best at was marksmanship!
A black gun, like a cloud of smoke, was released by him, held in his hand, murderous.
This gun was not the same one that day, but a new gun given to him by Leng Blade.
The last gun was shattered by Luo Xingchen's sword intent a long time ago.
Mu Fengling's four evil black phoenix totems flashed with purple fire.
This is a weird flame, something the evil race shouldn't have.
And Mu Fengling was so abnormal that he even possessed it!
The coercion of the totem enveloped one side, oppressing everyone's legs to tremble, and the weak knelt down directly.
They looked at Mu Fengling in shock, weeping in their hearts.
"Oh my God, why is such a villain still alive so smart! Why is he beaten like that by Luo Xingchen, he is not dead!"
A disciple was crying, and there was a sense of desolation everywhere.
It seemed that their hole cards were exhausted, and only one Mu Fengling and Song Qingyue made them like this.
It's really evil!
Just when Ming Hao got up from the ground embarrassedly, several figures appeared in front of him.
"Congratulations to the big brother for leaving!"
Suddenly, the miserable scene fell silent, and everyone solemnly looked towards the rear.
I saw a long-haired young man sitting on a wooden wheel, slowly driving towards Mu Fengling...