"Planting on the blue ladder, I will reach the nine nights in a moment."

Mu Qingshan was wearing white clothes at this moment, and was not Qingyun, but a long black wooden stick, flying in the air without any effort.

After staying with Zhou Le for only three days, he embarked on the journey again. On that day, the Holy See's battle benefited a lot. The Immortal Pope returned to its original source, and a large amount of holy power was decomposed into the power of the original source, and then returned to Mu Qingshan's body. In other words, every time Mu Qingshan defeated a strong enemy, the power in his body increased a little more.

The five elements gold is the first, the gold spirit encompasses all metals, an invincible symbol, but the wood spirit is the origin of all things, from

The first nucleic acid splits to form a food chain, and Mu Ling has always played a role in mediation.

The aliens in the national superpower group, who do not have the energy of wood spirit, can control plants to defend or attack as long as they have a slight breath. Mu Qingshan can share the cool power accumulated by the giant tree in the holy realm over billions of years. No one knows what realm he has reached at this moment.

A faint cool power formed a green air mask around Mu Qingshan. Unlike the spiritual consciousness of cultivators or the breath sensing of martial artists, Mu Qingshan used the sense of thinking of different powers, like mercury pouring over the ground, or like gentle breeze drizzle. Mu Qingshan's mind was extremely relaxed and covered the earth within a hundred miles, like a bird's eye view of the earth.

This feeling made me feel very exciting and a little surprised. The world is like a flat scroll, slowly kicking off in front of me.

"The little insect is ignorant and dislikes the narrow road, and the big roc spreads its wings and hates the low sky."

Walking north, there was a vast ocean under your feet, with countless floating ice floating on the sea level, the water of the glacier was as blue as crystals, and the wood green mountains were refreshing to see. When I felt like there was no one in the fields here, it would be better to see what level your strength had reached.

Thoughts spread like a tide. Mu Qingshan heard the truth, but he didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick. He used all his strength at once. In an instant, countless pictures were narrowed indefinitely. Due to the fluctuations of energy, the sea level was immediately exploded. At least half of the sea water within a radius of hundreds of miles of the sea rose into the sky, and all kinds of fish, shrimps and broken ice that could not be described flew into all directions.

Above head, the wind and clouds are surging.

Is this called swallowing mountains and rivers?

Mu Qingshan was stunned. For a moment, he couldn't believe that the big scene in front of him was caused by his wave of his arms. Have you ever seen auspicious clouds coming from the world thousands of miles away, and the auspicious peaks are strong in ancient and modern times? Mu Qingshan in front of him felt this way.

"No wonder that old Taoist priest is so powerful. The power of the cultivator is different from that of the warriors. It is impossible to make a plan."

For a moment, various powerful and different attributes scents surged over like a tide. Strong people within thousands of miles around sensed the original aura of Mu Qingshan and flew in surprise. Before they could see the huge changes on the sea surface, everyone thought that some rare treasure had appeared.

Several afterimages passed by the sky and stopped above the sea.

"Fellow Daoist, if you are not staying in Zhongnan Mountain, why are you here to join in the fun?"

A big man with his big feet barefoot was shaking a banana fan in his hand. Although the man had a rough appearance, his expression was quite gloomy.

"Why are you here for not being fooled in the swamp? Are you also trying to make a decision on this treasure land?"

A Taoist robe rolled his eyes.

The interaction between practitioners is as light as water. After thousands of years of meditation, even if they have some friendship, they will fade. As the saying goes, chickens and dogs will not interact with each other when they are old and die. Unless they are masters and disciples or blood relationships, the cultivators will still fight for a treasure or a magic pill. The two exchanged glances and immediately used their secret techniques to fly towards the center of the ocean.

There were figures intertwined in the air, and these masters from all directions were all stunned. The strange and powerful aura of wood spirit disappeared before, and some unwilling cultivators used water to escape and entered the seabed, but unfortunately they still found nothing.

Just as everyone was looking at each other and wondering, the initiator had already arrived over the continent of North America.

Mu Qingshan was still thinking about how to find those powerful beings, but he never dreamed that he had attracted so many strong people. Of course, Mu Qingshan was not optimistic enough to deal with these many powerful beings, so he had to temporarily make the choice of Ye Gong Haolong and escape first.

Trees or trees, paintings or paintings, nothing has changed. All that is changed is just one's own heart. Only by doing this level means that he cannot use all the power of the giant tree. Of course, this is just a matter of time. As long as he digests the spiritual imprint left by the giant tree, understands the evolution of the world, and grasps the rules of power operation, the wood green mountain can grow into a towering tree, or even surpass.

The self in front of me is just a seed master waiting to be sprouted.

While he was swimming with his eyes closed, a faint murderous aura suddenly rushed up from the ground. Mu Qingshan's forward figure stopped, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, immediately penetrated the dusk aura and swept down to the ground.

A certain Indian tribe in North America.

Three gorgeously dressed young men were holding beautiful shotguns and commanding dozens of fully armed men to surround several sparse houses.

The hunting dogs were barking wildly, people took advantage of the dogs, and dogs relied on the people. These warriors were talking about the people in the house, the crying of children, and the cry of women, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

Bang! Bang!

Two gunshots passed, and the two residents who struggled the most intensely fell into a pool of blood.

"In the name of the Sistine Saint, you uneducated human beings are the source of sin, and only by destroying you can the world be purified."

A gorgeously dressed man spoke loudly and spoke with a high-sounding voice. In the dictionary of the Holy Church, non-white people are symbols of humility. Whether in the past or present, this impression of inequality still exists. Sistine is the new saint who has just taken office. He regards non-white people as heretics. A forced motion symbolizes the consolidation of the saint's power.

In a sense, the massacre of aliens has become a ladder for these people to consolidate their rights.

When Mu Qingshan appeared in the sky, most of the Indians here had been massacred. Three young men were playing with guns and laughing loudly without caring about topics of common interest among men.

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the hearts of the three of them at the same time: "Who told you to do this?"

As soon as the sentence fell, the three young men were shocked and their weapons fell immediately. Not only that, the weapons of dozens of gunmen present also flew out in an instant, just in a panicked crowd.

The Indians cursed in anger, immediately picked up their weapons and turned around the gun.

Stepping on the pool of blood from relatives, he shot bullets at the law enforcement officers of the Holy See.

The situation turned sharply. The law enforcement officer who had no time to react immediately howled like a pig and ran away in scattered areas. He only regretted that his parents had fewer legs.

The Indians were not considered a nation that was indifferent to the world. At this time, they became sexually killed and stimulated the barbaric aura from the jungle. They immediately started screaming. The children and women who had no weapons turned around and ran back to the house quickly.

"What are you doing? Stop it all and kill these pig tricks, damn it."

These three blonde young men are descendants of nobles, and are not ordinary people. They are wearing a faint low-level fighting spirit, and they look at the crazy Indians in shock and angrily. The fighting spirit and the strengthened suit on their bodies can completely resist the bullet firing. They are concerned about the mysterious man.

Woo woo...

The sound of the horn came over. The shock brought by these primitive weapons was no less than the sound of the beating of the war drums.

With a scream, the women and children who had just rushed into the house rushed out, holding bows, arrows, javelins in their hands, holding torches that were lit with pine oil, and rushing desperately towards the enemy.

These three young nobles never dreamed that the aliens who were as honest as wood had such a crazy side. Their already unstrong will immediately declared a complete collapse. They were about to rush to escape, but suddenly, their whole body felt sore and all their strength disappeared.

With a clamor, Indians rushed over like wild beasts, and the abortion soon flooded everything on the ground.

"Sistine Saint? This is a good choice. I just don't know if it will be more interesting than the entire Western Church!"

Mu Qingshan had never calculated how fast he was. It was not until this time that he realized that the flight just now had actually arrived over the United States.

"That's an angel!"

For no reason, the Sistine Saint, who was over the middle of the year, felt a sense of trouble in his heart. Until now, he finally found the source of trouble.

Because the eldest lady of the Robert family came to the Holy Land today to ask for "God's Blessing."

The lips like a knife, the classical facial features like a sculpture, the ever-changing autumn waves in the silver eyes, and even the slightly rippling ripples of the dress, were always teasing the elderly saint Sistine.

"After the disappearance of those Indians, the forest can be developed greatly. If the Roberts family wants to obtain their territory, they must also let the classical beauty take action."

Standing in front of the magnificent Holy Church Hall, Sistine thought viciously, and finally confirmed that after thinking for so long, he really needed to find some happiness.

The fourteenth-level light division, in the Western world, Sistine has a strong strength second only to the Pope and the Speaker of the Dark Countermeasures. The Knights of Light above the twelve are listed on both sides of the steps. These loyal guards all watched the Archbishop's figure disappear at the end of the steps with admiration.

"Average people actually have such a powerful natural aura? It's really strange."

Mu Qingshan mixed in the crowd and quietly looked at a slow-sliding red Ferrari. The pedestrians on the road were talking, as if discussing the identity of the owner.

"I've seen her, and it was Miss Robert's car."

Mu Qingshan stood quietly, wearing white clothes, and looked a little ahead of the crowd. He knew clearly that the owner in the car had realized his existence, and of course, this was also his own wish.

Sure enough, the car slid to the side and stopped. This was Miss Rothster

The first time I appeared on the sidewalk, the boiling crowd suddenly stopped.

Miss Robert walked out of the car, her expression was a little confused, a little panicked, and more unbelievable. However, no matter what expression and movement were, it was like an invisible string, tractioning the center of everyone, either heavy or light.

Two gazes like autumn water came over, and Mu Qingshan nodded.

Miss Robert's eyes flew past her. She couldn't see what was special about this oriental youth, but this oriental who was as old as her actually had a breath that made her extremely attached to her, a very comfortable feeling. Her heart was shocked, but her eyes could never be moved away from Mu Qingshan.

Why is this happening?

The Western noble lady wriggled her red lips dramatically and her eyes were wide open until Mu Qingshan walked to her ground with a faint smile.

This girl looks very much like an oriental.

This is a mountainous land

The first impression, of course, since he has understood the power of the origin, he will certainly not take human appearance to heart. Flowers bloom and fall, and favour and disgrace are not alarmed, and beauty and ugliness are just a form of expression of life.

"Hello, you can call me Shaya."

Miss Shaya couldn't feel the slightest hostility of Mu Qingshan. What's more terrible is that she actually had the urge to throw herself into her arms and give her a safe place. Before that, Shaya never believed in love at first sight. My god, if it spreads it, I'm afraid...

Miss Shaya tried her best to resist this inexplicable impulse and greeted the mysterious man politely.

Mu Qingshan couldn't imagine what consequences he would have for a person who practices natural magic as the ancestor of Mu Ling. He just wanted to find out how the Lao Shizi Holy Sect would go. With the lessons of the past, before he could not control the extremely powerful spiritual power in his body, Mu Qingshan would no longer dare to use his sense of thought to search easily.

"Miss Shaya, I want to find the Sistine Saint, can you lead me?" Mu Qingshan came straight to the point without considering his way of picking up.

As soon as these words were spoken, countless verbal and verbal swords came out, and the crowd was in a state of great turmoil.

"Damn, this Oriental boy is so bold. He just asked Miss Robert for directions. A guy like this who blasphemed beauty, Lord! He will definitely not let him go." A Catholic said indignantly, but he had no idea that the Oriental man in front of him had even been dealt with by God's spokesman Pope. What is the Lord's punishment for him?

"Huh, this beast in a dress, I guess he just came from hell and didn't know what politeness is."

"Remember him and don't let him run away."

"I think he should ask someone's phone number. For such a low-key approach, I can conclude that his emotional intelligence is still in the germination stage." A young man with long hair in society looked heartbroken.

In fact, these people have all wronged Mu Qingshan. When the cultivator Xue Long entered the world, he regarded people as nothing. In his rage, he opened up the killing world and regarded human lives as grass. Now Mu Qingshan has a glimpse of the great way. Although he is not as bored as Xue Long, his tone is naturally filled with a kind of shock that goes straight and does his own way.

"A word of nature will be renewed forever, and the luxury will be revealed to the true heart." Mu Qingshan himself did not feel anything wrong at all.

"You're looking for the Sistine Saint?"

Shaya thought he had heard it wrong. As the status of the Sistine Saint in the United States, even if the president wants to meet, he must follow the schedule set by the Holy Church. This Oriental actually asked to see him on the street?

The appearance of the Sistine Saint appeared in front of him. For some reason, Miss Rosbert Shaya seemed to swallow a disgusting fly. This was not because the Archbishop had done anything bad to her, but she was so sensitive that she could not stand the two fiery gazes. Mu Qingshan's question happened to touch her pain.
To be continued...