"Face Burial." Mu Ming said two words lightly, and suddenly had a look in his hand. It was a blood-colored face, or just a face without eyes, mouth, nose, and expression. There was a drop of rain between his eyebrows. The rain condensed there, which looked extremely strange in the blood-colored face, but the whole face looked even more weird, with only blood-colored runes flashing from time to time.

With a point of pointing to the face, the face brought blood and shining towards the old man. The old man's face changed drastically and he retreated directly, and he was extremely fast, but how could Wood Name not be able to calculate? He was a little bit of that face from the air again, and the runes between his fingers were directly penetrated, and the face was even faster.

The old man directly activated his magical powers, or witchcraft. The dense insects exploded on his side and turned into black smoke, forming a black light curtain to block the bloody face, but the bloody face directly penetrated the light curtain, and after a flash, the face directly stuck to the old man's face.

Mu Ming looked solemn, not caring about his face, and he muttered something, as if he was urging his face.

The old man was furious. Although his face was pressed on his face, his seals changed, and black air grew from his body, which kept radiating from that face. The old man wanted to remove that face because an indescribable feeling appeared in his heart, making the old man uneasy. The blood in his heart was the most precious part of a person. Losing a part of a person would cause great damage to his vitality and damage himself by 800, but if used to fight against the enemy, it would definitely hurt one thousand enemies.

However, the old man couldn't do anything. He felt a little nervous and attacked Mu Ming directly regardless of the wriggling face. He pointed out several points, and black black lights directly hit Mu Ming's body. The two of them were not far apart. Although Mu Ming avoided a few black lights, he was still rubbed by several black lights. Black smoke suddenly appeared there, and burnt black scorched marks appeared, but they were not burned, but were gnawed by some tiny insects.

Mu Ming was frightened, but he ignored it. His body emitted a treasure light, which was the self-repair of the body. Soon, the scorched marks gradually disappeared. At the same time, Mu Ming spit out a rune from his mouth and condensed in front of him. The moment the rune appeared, the old man's face immediately distorted. The old man kept thrusting, and hurriedly stopped attacking, constantly urging the secret techniques in his body to remove Mu Ming's magical powers.

A rune in the wooden name, and the rune suddenly burned, and its face became even more distorted, and it was constantly in harmony with the old man's face, and it was about to grow together.

"You are looking for death." The old man made a hoarse voice, and a roar came out of his throat. Black light continued to emerge from his body, constantly taking out the blood and energy, but Mu Ming turned a blind eye and continued to spit out runes. A total of nine runes were burning. When the ninth rune burned, the blood-colored mask and the old man's face suddenly merged.

"Ahhhh...what did you do to me...damn...I want you to die."

The old man kept covering his face, and no longer cared about Mu Ming. At this time, his body was shrouded in his own black light, and his true body was gone, but the low roar continued to be heard.

"Junior, you deserve to die." The old man was furious and kept roaring, but the wooden name turned a deaf ear.

Huo Ziyan was shocked when he saw this scene in the distance, but it was not the time to hesitate. His left and right hands were red, and his red long wind-free automatically made his aura soar into the sky. His blood qi radiated from the sky spirit cap, forming a uniform and blurred phantom of ferocious beasts in the air. He couldn't see clearly, but his breath was terrifying, like an ancient existence awakening.

"Qilin comes to the world." Huo Ziyan's robe sounded. At this time, the treasure was solemn, and a phantom slowly appeared above his head, vaguely looking like a small beast. However, the moment the little beast appeared, a layer of blood appeared in his body. The layer of blood appeared, all his injuries were recovered, and his qi and blood became more vigorous. The one who caused all this change was the phantom of the little beast above his head.

With Huo Ziyan's shout, the phantom above the head came into the air, and with heavy fluctuations, he walked directly towards the old man, neither too fast nor too slow.

The old man seemed to feel something and retreated directly to avoid the phantom, but the phantom's seemingly unhappy steps appeared directly above the old man's head after taking one step, then raised his right foot and stepped on it gently.

This lightly seemed weak and weak, but it was the weight of thousands of mountains when it fell on the name of the wood. Although he was constantly controlling the blood-colored face in the distance, he still noticed the change. After the little beast stepped down, the space there actually overlapped and collapsed. The old man's body was trapped in it, constantly bending.

"Roar." The old man roared angrily, constantly resisting the changes in the space around the person who loves you, but the pain could not help but make his soul feel unspeakable pain. It seemed that millions of ants were drilling into the face, but they could not do anything.

However, the compression of the surrounding space made his body feel like he was under tens of millions of kilograms of rocks, his bones were clattering, and his flesh and blood were even more exploding.

"Ah...you're looking for death."

The old man was furious and sprayed out a mouthful of blood, but it was hidden in the black fog. The old man had turned into a young man's face at this time, but his eyes were extremely cold, and covered with bloody masks on his face, constantly squirming, making the old man look full of strange feelings.

The unicorn stepped on again, and the old man's body bent down a little bit, his bones made a crack, his body was constantly squeezed, and the blood-colored mask kept squirming, drops of blood dripping.

But all this cannot hide the ruthlessness of the old man.

"Seal of the God Transformation Realm, unseal!"

The old man shouted loudly, and while speaking, he pointed at his body, and a momentum spread out from his body. The void around him exploded directly, and cracks appeared.

The old man untied the seal, which was the seal of the God Transformation Realm. Once the seal was untied, the shadow of the Qilin above the old man's head exploded and then turned into red smoke and dissipated.

Huo Ziyan in the distance spitted blood directly, his mind was connected to the Qilin's mind, and the Qilin was directly shocked and his mind was also damaged.

The old man's originally bent body also raised up, but it did not end. His face was also aged. The blood-changing mask turned into black smoke and dissipated. Mu Ming's face turned pale, and his body involuntarily retreated. His index finger cracked open with his right hand, and blood fell down drop by drop. This was the backlash of the secret technique, and his pale face became even whiter.

"I dare to show my ugly appearance in front of me."

After the old man said that, his body was raised again, and the blood-colored mask had disappeared, but there were burning marks on his face. This was the damage caused to him by the blood formed in Mu Ming's heart, and he would not be able to recover for a while.

The old man had turned into a young man at this time, and he had an inexplicable charm in every move. Although there were burning marks on his face, the young man's temperament was unique and people could ignore these things.

But this young man with unique temperament looked gloomy at this time, and looked at Mu Ming and said, "You have destroyed my Taoist foundation. I have practiced the great method of taking over the body. I originally wanted to cultivate a perfect spiritual realm, achieve perfect transformation into a god, and then practiced the perfect soul, but they have all been destroyed by you, and you deserve to die."

The old man's clothes were also swinging, and countless bugs emerged from his body, squirming, forming a long robe covering his body.

"If you give me a finger of my magical power, then I will give you a finger." The old man's face was calm, his temperament was completely different from before, and there was a hint of indifference at this time. It was a feeling of being above and above. Although his eyes were looking at the wood name, his eyes were like penetrating the wood name. There was no wood name in his eyes. This was the difference between the realm of the God Transformation, the essence of the Spirit Realm and the God Transformation.

The young man who turned into the old man was covered with a layer of blood-colored brilliance, which was formed in his body. Every inch of flesh and blood was connected to the color-writing brilliance, and bursts of misty breath came out. Mu Ming's body could feel his blood surging in the distance.

As soon as the old man's words fell, the blood light on his body was inconvenient to condense on his fingertips. He counted until the blood light formed a wonderful vortex between his fingers, and a blood-colored sphere of Yin Hong appeared at the center of the vortex.

"Junior brother, retreat quickly." Huo Ziyan shouted hurriedly, and a palpitational aura came from the blood-colored orb.

Before his magical powers appeared, Mu Ming's body had retreated. This was an instinct, because his body felt danger from the blood-colored sphere.
Chapter completed!