"Okay, very good." Mu Ming and his men gathered together at this time, but their faces were solemn. Although the few people had collided with that man before and were very fierce, they understood that this could not give the man a fatal blow. On the contrary, Mu Rufeng and Huo Ziyan also felt that there was a special aura in the Divine Song running around, and they had to separate their minds to suppress him.

"Very good, I'm careless." The old man walked out of a restraint. He stepped back from the giant tree that had been written thousands of pounds. The giant tree seemed to have little weight in it.

After the old man walked out, he was a little embarrassed and his clothes were a little damaged.

However, he was sick and not injured at all. Suddenly, a mirror image appeared in Mu Ming's eyes, which was the strange change that occurred in the old man.

Before, Mu Ming used lightning to repel him, and there were thunder and lightning scorch marks on his face. Although Mu Ming later transformed into the realm of cultivation, it was Mu Ming's full-strength attack, which was not weaker than ordinary Yuanling cultivators. However, the damage caused by this attack slowly fell off the old man's body, or the old man was as if he was molting his skin. The scorch marks on his face turned gray-black insects had fallen off, but his skin was not damaged at all, which means that the bugs took the blow on his behalf.

"It's also a strange magical power." Mu Rufeng's face was solemn. When they collided with the man before, there was a strange aura in their bodies that penetrated into the destruction, but their attack was offset by the bugs on the old man's body.

The old man walked out step by step, and the damaged clothes were slowly recovering. It was vaguely visible that countless small insects were squirming in the originally damaged clothes, and then turned into the clothes. This change made several people shocked.

"What a cruel scheming. I thought you were a baby, but I never thought that I was so anxious that I almost thought that I would say your words, pity my children." The old man's face was gloomy. At this time, he was no longer as kind as before, with a black light flashing in his eyes. He looked at Mu Ming coldly, then watched his broken clothes gather, and then gently touched them with his hands. The clothes were as spiritual as they were, and they rubbed and swung gently along his fingers. This scene made people feel extremely strange.

"You should die." The old man was angry and shouted loudly, and the surrounding plants, trees, mountains and rocks turned into dust. This roar contained his cultivation.

"Kill." The few people naturally did not dare to be careless and began to take action one after another.

Huo Ziyan made a move with his right hand, and a red air stream condensed in his hand and turned into a long knife, which was very wide, like a large ruler, and was held in his hand, scattering a hot breath.

Mu Rufeng let out a clear roar and spit out a golden sword. The tea that appeared in the small sword was slightly shocked. Mu Ming's heart moved slightly, knowing that this must be a divine treasure and contained divinity.

The wooden name condensed a thunder gun in his hand, clasped his hands tightly, and the thunder lightning wandered in his hand.

"Death." The old man became even more angry when he saw this.

The hands were swinging together, and black fog appeared one after another. A long black scythe actually emitted terrifying fluctuations, making people feel cold from afar.

The sickle dissipated black light, and the breath emitted from the scent pressed the three of them. The three of them were not afraid. The long sword slashed across the sky, and the scorching aura shook the black light blocking in front of them. The red fireworks swept through and spread out from the long sword, and wisps of flames ignited the black mist.

The golden little sword did not grow bigger, only the size of a finger, but the breath was the strongest. As the little sword passed, the dark room disappeared one after another, and the sword light filled the surroundings of Mu Rufeng, and the little sword was surrounding his body.

"What a sword-controlling technique. Are you a disciple of the big clan?" The old man saw this and saw a flash of his eyes. Mu Rufeng looked at him. Naturally, Mu Rufeng did not answer, but the sword energy around him became stronger.

The old man ate the sickle in his hand. Before the person arrived, the sickle came out of his hand, buzzing and rubbing with the air, and the sound was harsh.

"Boom." The long sword of the sickle dream fish hit each other, without any fancy posture. The long sword slashed over, and the sickle did not dodge and rushed into it straight.

With a roar, the heat wave emitted by the flames burned the void and ignited the black light, but the sickle was not weak. The black tube was poured into the ink and spread out in the void, directly submerging the long sword.

Huo Ziyan let out a big mouth, and his cultivation level surged into the long sword. The long sword suddenly surged, turning into more than one meter, and it continued to collide with the sickle in the black light.

"Swish." With a sound of sword, Mu Rufeng's small sword also rushed into it, carrying a dazzling divine light, directly colliding with the sickle.

"Hmph." A few little babies had many tricks. The old man was controlling the sickle in the distance, and he felt it was difficult at this time.

The witch clan's martial arts are cold and cold, so they are most sensitive to the hot and masculine aura. However, the few people in front of them are all difficult to practice, whether they are practicing the flame spirit skills or metallicity.

Therefore, the old man had to control the sickle.

However, it was Mu Ming who suddenly made him think about it. Mu Ming rushed over with a spear, as if he was not afraid of the old man at all.

A flash of lightning flashed directly in the void, cutting through the void without bias, trying to penetrate the old man's body.

"Good boy, I really think I'm a soft persimmon." Old man laughed furiously, and actually threw away the sickle and let the sickle fight against the next year. However, he walked directly to Mu Ming who rushed over.

When you point your finger, the lightning will explode directly in front of you and turn into starlight.

It seemed long, but from the old man let go of the sickle in his hand, walked straight towards Mu Ming, and then shattered the thunder light, which was less than a breath. But who was the old man? Not to mention his cultivation level, this made Mu Ming look solemn.

"Old man, take me a shot." Mu Ming swung his spear with both hands. Although it was transformed from lightning, it was as hard as a diamond. In Mu Ming's hand, it was like a golden stick, surrounding the lightning and directly hitting the old man.

The old man looked inconvenient, raised his palm lightly and grabbed the spear that was coming towards him.

"Boy, I let you know what it means to be powerful." The old man held the spear without any extra movement. His five fingers seemed to hold it lightly, but the wooden spear also cracked.

Mu Ming's face changed drastically, and a terrible fluctuation came directly from the spear, trying to invade Mu Ming's body.

Mu Ming's eyes were straight and he chanted: "Explode."

The old man's expression was also on the side. He was about to let go, but it was too late. However, the herdsmen had retreated far and wide.

"Boom." With a roar, Mu Ming's spear had already exploded, and the graceful fragments shot down the old man. Mu Ming did it intentionally, so all the fragments of the spear hit the old man. If they were hit, the old man would definitely be injured. However, who is the old man? His cultivation is strange. His clothes suddenly squirmed and wrapped his whole body in an instant. The exploded fragments were extremely fast and the impact was extremely fierce. However, when they scattered on the old man's body, they did not cause any harm to the old man.

"What a pity." Mu Ming sighed in his heart.

However, he was not attacking anymore. The old man stood still. At this time, the clothes that wrapped his body suddenly cracked and then fell off one by one, turning into ashes during the process of landing.

The old man looked at the clothes that were cracked and then ashes, and ignored Mu Ming. Instead, he held the ashes in his palm and said to himself: "These are my children. Every birth has my attention. They have my essence and blood on them. Unfortunately, they are only one step away. They can all become the insect king. Do you know how much you have destroyed for me now?"

The old man suddenly looked up, and his already turbid eyes suddenly burst out with gleam. He stared at Ming hard, as if questioning Mu Ming's guilt.

The name of the wood is far away, and the vigilance in my heart has not dissipated.

At the same time, there was another roar in the distance, and the long red sword exploded in the air, and the black sickle turned into black light and burst in the collision. Only Mu Rufeng's golden sword was wandering, but the light of the sword was also dimming a little.

Obviously, the few people wanted to end the battle over there as soon as possible, because this side was the key. Mu Rufeng put away his sword, then flashed and came to Mu Ming's side. Huo Ziyan came later, but his face was a little pale.

I personally looked at him next year and asked with my eyes.

"It's okay, it's just a part of the origin."

Seeing this, Mu Ming didn't say much, so he took out a jade bottle and handed it to Huo Ziyan.

Huo Ziyan naturally refused, but Mu Ming said: "Senior brother, there will be a fierce battle next, and this is not the time to refuse."

Mu Rufeng nodded too. Only then did they realize how terrible this person was. The weapons that were condensed at will made them tired of dealing with them. Huo Ziyan had the highest cultivation level, but he still consumed part of his origin. Obviously, he condensed such a long sword and had condensed his origin in it, but it still exploded in a collision with the sickle, which was really incredible.

"I have an unknown premonition, senior brother, junior brother, be careful yourself." Mu Rufeng said suddenly.

"I also felt that the feeling became stronger." Huo Ziyan also said.

"So too." Mu Ming also said. Obviously, the thirteen people had already felt the crisis and felt it, but they didn't know where the crisis came from, which forced several people to be alert.

"Hehe, little guys, your companions are here too." The old man suddenly said strangely, looking into the distance. At this time, the sky gradually became brighter, but there was still not much light in the mountains and forests.

"No, if there is a conspiracy, please inform them quickly not to come." How could Mu Rufeng not know the old man's conspiracy at this time?

When Huo Ziyan heard this, he also reacted and hurriedly took out a piece of jade slip and placed it between his eyebrows. Then he made a seal, and the jade token exploded directly, but at this time a strange wave spread out.

The same is true for Mu Rufeng. Two jade plaques exploded one after another, and two waves scattered out and disappeared into the distance.

Mu Ming looked surprisingly. At this time, there was also a jade plaque in his storage bag, which was left for him by Qingya that day. He had never used the opportunity to inspire the jade slip when he saw Huo Mu and the other two, and he couldn't help but be curious. But after a moment, Huo Mu and the other two looked at each other with a serious expression.

"It's very strange, little kids, is your letter-transmission jade slip not effective? Is it very strange? Come and let me tell you." The old man saw several people crushing the letter-transmission jade slip, but he didn't organize it. The wooden name was strange before, but it was already clear at this time.

It must be the old man who caused the blame.

"Old guy, what did you do?" Huo Ziyan roared. Since the old man blocked their jade slips, he was probably trying to attack their junior brothers. He sighed and was full of anger, but there was no way. At this time, it was impossible to shout and let them come over several hundred miles apart. Even if he could shout, how could the old man not have any plans? I just don't know why the old man did this. Moreover, before the few people could sense their fellow brothers, the old man actually said that they had come over, so they had to examine the old man. They had too many perceptions.

Everything is within his calculations. At this time, only by re-examining and looking for opportunities can we stop his conspiracy, and kill him...

"Don't you want to see the worms in my body? So what's wrong with letting you see it? But you have a vision and know the extraordinaryness of my worms."

The old man said with a smile, looking at Mu Ming, full of praise, but Mu Guomin was looking at Mao, and the crisis was even stronger.

The old man didn't say much, and directly reached out to his dantian. A black light flashed, and a bastard worm the size of a baby's fist appeared beside him.

"Look, little kids, finally, I'm looking at the holy insects in my north."

The old man spread his palms generously, revealing the appearance of the worm. His whole body was black, but his eyes were red, as if blood was condensed, and it was charming. In addition, there were two tentacles on his forehead, and a special fluctuation spread out from its tentacles.

After feeling the fluctuation, Mu Rufeng couldn't help but exclaim: "This is... a long-bolt insect."

His tone was full of shock, and Wood was surprised. What's so special about this bug?

Then, the old man exclaimed in surprise and said, "You doll have good eyesight, but you know this holy insect."

"Impossible, this is definitely not something you can master. This is clearly... the natal insect of the witch cultivator in the divine realm."

Mu Rufeng felt a little cold at this time. The Wood Clan is no better than other tribes. Their mountain gods have the most research on cursing techniques and have also studied the cursing techniques of the Witch Clan, so there are records of the Witch Clan in the Wood Clan. Therefore, the Wood Clan disciples more or less know about the Witch Clan, and this Gu Zhe is clearly a Gu Zhe that can be merged with the Witch Clan in the Divine Realm. It can be said to be a Gu Zhe. It is not that it has a great attack power, but that its growth space is large enough, and its ability is extremely special.

"Very good, continue to say that your two companions probably don't know." The old man seemed to intend to let Mu Rufeng explain, and the joke in his eyes was fully revealed.

Mu Rufeng ignored it and explained to Mu Ming Huo Ziyan while thinking about how to escape: "This is a celestial worm, born with control over the void. I think the reason why our jade slips are not released is that they are imprisoned by the Gu insect in this void. However, this Gu insect is not something that a cultivator in Yuanling realm can master, but requires the perception of artistic conception to warm up."

Mu Rufeng paused for a moment and stared at the insect, but the insect only had its tentacles swing, constantly scattering the strange fluctuations, which made the void overlap there when looking at it.

"The warmth of artistic conception is something that even a cultivator in the realm of Transformation of Gods cannot do. The realm of Transformation of Gods is just to understand the artistic conception and then integrate into himself. Only a cultivator in the realm of Dispersing of Gods can do it." Huo Ziyan also reacted, and his eyes were shocked.

Mu Ming finally knew where the crisis in his heart came from.

This old man was clearly not a cultivator in the Yuanling Realm or a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm. If a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm, they might be able to defeat or even kill him. They approached more than three of them, but if they were in the God Disperse Realm, no matter how many people they were, they wouldn't be enough to see. Mu Ming glanced at the void and felt that his void suddenly became much more solid and his vision gradually blurred.

"You can't sit and wait for death. This old man may be at the level of divine distraction, but it's only possible. Otherwise, he wouldn't tempt us to come here. He must have a last resort. Moreover, his breath is clearly in the Yuanling Realm. Although it is strange, we must try it." Mu Ming said in a deep voice. When Huo and Mu were told, his eyes lit up. Mu Ming said nothing badly. The old man lured them here. It is very likely that he had a problem with himself and he needed to use some secret techniques or other things to be fearless. Otherwise, his breath was only the Yuanling Realm. The only thing he was worried about was his artistic conception, which was very likely to be in the period of divine distraction.

"What should I do if my junior brother and the others do? Should I let them come in?" Huo Ziyan's eyes burned, but he was worried.

"Since there is no way to stop it, let them come in too. Although this is a bad idea, we will solve this problem before this, or reduce it." Mu Rufeng's mood was almost calm. He was a hero, and when should he do what the natural way should do.

Mu Ming nodded and agreed. If you want to get rid of the trouble, you can only find the root cause of the trouble to get rid of it.

"Kill." Almost at the same time, the three of them rushed forward together.
Chapter completed!