Mu Qingshan stretched out his left hand in the air and asked calmly in English: "The power of the wood spirit on you is very strong, you are practicing natural magic, right?" During the battle of the Holy See that day, Mu Qingshan experienced the Western magic system. Now, he can basically distinguish the categories of magic elements.

Shaya frowned, shook her head, and said, "I am very interested in magic. I believe there is magic in this world, but there is no guidance from the teacher and no time to study. Sir, don't you think you should apologize to me? My car is still on the street."

Shaya felt that she was polite enough, but she knew that Mu Qingshan's answer almost made her vomit blood.

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem with your car."

Mu Qingshan seemed not to see the frown of the noble lady, and her palms were retracted and put, and a seed of Bauhinia swelled in the palm of her palm.

Bang! The subtle splitting sound reflects vitality and extremely powerful momentum. Two super delicate baical leaves separate to both sides, sprout and grow...

A purple Bauhinia appeared miraculously.

"You... are so beautiful!"

Flowers are inherently lethal to women, and Shaya's eyes are immediately filled with little stars.

"People in the world think that the Five Elements Gold is the leader, but this is actually an obvious mistake. You are the innate wood spirit chaotic body. It is easy to learn these natural magic."

According to Mu Qingshan's meaning, I just want to find a guide here, and this beautiful woman driving a sports car is the best candidate.

Shaya, known as a classical beauty, is also the pillar of the Rosbert family, whose population has withered. Shaya is not a woman who is regarded as a vase. In her motto, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she has a moment of withering.

"Chinese. I don't need to spend time learning these miscellaneous things. Now, I just want to go home. Do you understand? It's not the time for evening classes now, and I can't find Lord Sistine Saint. Sorry, I can't help you."

As soon as Miss Shaya's voice fell, Mu Qingshan turned around and looked at the end of the street with a calm look. He smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, a loud voice came over.

"Miss Shaya, this humble oriental man did not hurt you, right? My disciple said that you were kidnapped, and I rushed over immediately. The Holy Lord blessed, and finally nothing unfortunate happened to you."

At the end of the street, the tall figure of the Sistine Saint appeared, and his eyes turned to Mu Qingshan. He was full of disdain and said coldly: "Orients, no matter what your purpose is, let go of the noble Miss Shaya first, don't dirty her clothes, my god! How could I let these crazy pagans start to rampant in the United States?"

Mu Qingshan shrugged and signaled the beautiful lady to leave. In fact, he did not expect to meet this American "saint" so soon. He just thought that this lady driving a sports car had a special aura and noble temperament. If something happened to such a person, it would be easy to cause these so-called American heroes to appear. Unexpectedly, Cao Cao came and was about to cause trouble for this saint, but he happened to meet him.

In fact, when Miss Shaya left the Holy Court, a loyal subordinate hung up from afar under the guidance of the Saint. After Shaya "inflicted" on the street, the Saint thought that the hero had a chance to save the beauty, and even did not hesitate to use the teleportation function of the artifact. After locking in Miss Shaya's breath, he rushed over immediately.

Shaya was quite surprised and said quietly: "Chinese, this is the Sistine Saint. Don't you want to find him?"

Sistine was also surprised and asked, "He wants to find me?"

"As a very powerful existence, this old guy has used his special identity to act as a hero for so long, and it's time for him to return to his original origin."

The will is moved by the heart, and the thoughts spread like a tide, immediately blocking the entire street. In the street, the air was like a fill of lead, isolating all external information.

"Bloom, the barrier of flowers."

A small seed expanded and, under the urging of the powerful infusion of the original power, it bloomed into five huge buds, which immediately wrapped Miss Shaya who fainted tightly, which was a natural barrier.

“The field of gravity?”

The face of the Sistine Saint changed, and the transparent Dou Qi came out, and the unique light of the Master of Light was shining all over his body. A black crutch appeared miraculously in his hands.

"Orientals, why did you kill me? Did the people from the Dark Council come to you? You offer a price and I can give you double the price, no, ten times."

The Sistine Saint was extremely empty because he could not see through the existence of Mu Qingshan and could not feel any energy fluctuations of any attributes. The huge pressure was increasing. There was only one explanation, and the other party was much stronger than himself.

Mu Qingshan said lightly: "No one is looking for me. I just want to kill you, so I come and kill you."

A black wooden stick appeared hanging in the air, dark and inconspicuous, but once the stick appeared, the originally still wind immediately swirled around the stick body, forming a faint vortex.

Saint Sistine gritted her teeth and said viciously: "Orientals, although you are stronger than me, it is not that easy for you to kill me, don't force me."

Whoosh! The answer to him was a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and a black line that was hard to see in the naked eye flashed like lightning, and the traces of traction aura shocked the Saint Sistine.

A simple encounter can actually disturb your soul? What kind of attack is this?

"Summoning the Origin."

Mu Qingshan gently spit out four words, and the breath surrounding the stick was changed to green, and its adsorption ability became stronger. Generally speaking, life force comes from the origin of giant trees. Unless it is an alien object, you can't get rid of the call from the depths of the soul. It's like a person who is strong and has a successful career when he grows up. When he is confused at midnight, he will always recall his youthful years, and that unspeakable touch.

This is the attack of the soul that Taoism hates. According to Western sayings, the undead mages in the dark are often masters who control their souls. They also have similar skills.

"You... are you a necromancer?"

Sistine was shocked and had no time to throw out the crutches in her hand. A thin thread that was hard to see in the naked eye penetrated his forehead and entered his soul.

A phantom immediately emerges.

The evolution of the planet and the development of humans continues to occur...

"Return to the origin! That's your destination."

Mu Qingshan's voice was filled with deceptive magic.

Phantom, this must be an illusion. People die like a lamp extinguishing. This saint does not care about the cosmic crisis. It is enough to be able to survive. I am not willing to give up.

The Sistine Saint roared in a low voice, like a wild beast, like a thunder, and his forehead became like a swamp. A piece was concave here and a piece was protruding there. He was burning the extraordinary power entering his body with the holy fire of light, and he slowly knelt down. His upper body was trembling violently, and this pain even surpassed the pain of the skin.

The level 14 Master of Light has the ability to surpass the control of the ancestors.

Bang!

It seems to be the sound of glassware breaking.

Sistine stood up suddenly, and the phantom was digested. The sweat was already wet and sticky when he didn't know how to make him look a little more ferocious.

Mu Qingshan took a step back, and he was a little surprised that the American saint's power was indeed not inferior at all.

In the eyes of Master Guangming, all monsters and gods are foreign objects.

"Omnipotent Holy Lord! You are everywhere, let the road be opened, the river is lingering,..."

Sistine recited a spell, and a scroll appeared at the end of the crutch. This crutch was his personal space. The battle of the sect is also a money-burning game.

Although Western magic is powerful, it is really complicated to launch. Even if Sistine hits an Eastern Immortal-level figure, with personal storage and protective magic weapons, he can almost be invincible. Unfortunately, he encountered Mu Qingshan.

Chi! Chi! A strange sound was like a serrated swaying. In the blink of an eye, countless branches extended out of the hard concrete floor.

With a plop, Sistine fell and gnawed the mud. He couldn't blame him for being careless. Even the immortal had to form a few talisman seals to run his spiritual power. From beginning to end, he did not see any movements of Mu Qingshan and suffered a loss all of a sudden.

Three fireballs were thrown out in a row, and the vines on the ground were burned to ashes.

"That terrifying Oriental didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue it?"

Sistine finally completed the last note and shot the scroll at the top of the cane. The dance was chaotic, and a confused world appeared.

"Jingshu Luo Zhu!"

The green walls in the sky blocked the entire street. These crazy mutant plants grew when they saw the wind. In the blink of an eye, they arrived in front of Muqingshan. What made the Sistine Saint crazy happened. These plants seemed to be under invisible pressure. Before they reached Muqingshan, they immediately rolled back.

Just kidding, Mu Qingshan is the ancestor of Mu Lingqi, carrying the power of the living beings to supervise the world. Even if it cannot be integrated, this natural magic in front of him is undoubtedly a big axe in front of Lu Ban's door and a big knife in front of Guan Gong's door.

"What's going on?"

Sistine had never seen such a strange thing in his life, but fortunately the fighting spirit he gathered was already quite shaped.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two milky white Dou Qi, like a sword, broke out into the air and slashed straight towards the location where Mu Qingshan was.

"Tang!"

The black wooden stick trembled slightly, and driven by Mu Qingshan's divine thoughts, he came up without fear and collided with the white fighting spirit.

Pang! Pang!

A sharp explosion occurred in the space of alien power deliberately created by Mu Qingshan. The energy like water ripples spread out. Fortunately, there was no power fluctuation in the outside world. Mu Qingshan divided his power to maintain the balance between the two worlds, but Sistine did his best, and had a big discount in the middle, which made him support two moves for a long time.

Whoosh!

Mu Qingshan let out a clear roar, and with the help of the Huowu Holy Spirit that was many times stronger, he turned into a cannonball and shot out. This attack was like a mountain collapse or a tsunami.

The right arm was slightly bent, like an arc, horizontally in front of him, and a purple-gold immortal sword seal was slashed out, boom! boom! boom!...

The subsequent dozens of Dou Qi were transformed into Mu Qingshan's breath, and the momentum was like a bamboo shoot, and the explosions continued. Mu Qingshan's whole body shot directly into the earth like a comet, with a faint tail light, shot through the triple force field set by the Dou Qi.

"Return to the origin!"

The whole person rushed to the unpopular Saint of Sistine. Mu Qingshan raised his palm slightly, and the power of the sunset molten gold surged out, without any breath, the Saint of Sistine was burned into a burst of blue smoke.

Ten times the Fire Dance Holy Spirit is enough to burn the spirit and flesh of a level 14 mage.

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