The old man's cold expression added a smile, but he was still so cold and high.

The old man's voice was not loud, but it fell clearly into Mu Ming's ears. Mu Ming's heart was shocked. He had heard of evil monks who killed people and refined magic, but the old man used 10,000 babies' blood to refine this magical power, and the method was cruel.

Mu Ming couldn't help but feel aroused in his heart, and his backward body immediately stopped.

The blood-colored sphere between the old man's fingers was buzzing and rotating, and blood light kept pouring into the old man's body, making the blood-colored sphere even more charming, and the aura was even more shocking, and it had already produced the magical powers and magics of the Yuanling Realm.

Because this is a magical power produced by a cultivator in the Transformation Realm of Gods, cultivators in the Yuanling Realm are far from as good as those in the Yuanling Realm.

"Junior brother." Huo Ziyan's face was pale. When he saw Mu Ming standing still, he was very anxious. Regardless of his injuries, he flickered and teleported to Mu Ming's side, his face became even more embarrassing.

Mu Ming glanced at Huo Ziyan who suddenly appeared beside him, and was grateful, but he did not reveal it. Huo Ziyan clearly wanted to rely on the power of the two to resist the magical power.

"Senior brother, this person should be killed."

Mu Ming was angry in his heart. The old man told the origin of his magic, which made Mu Ming feel angry. The blood in his heart of ten thousand babies was definitely like life for these babies. Ordinary people lost their hearts, which was sometimes seriously ill, and sometimes hemiplegia. This is also the reason why Mu Ming did not dodge, because the old man was so sinful, and Mu Ming could not tolerate this person today.

Huo Ziyan was stunned and looked at Mu Ming in surprise.

However, before he could say anything, he saw Ming's palm resting on his shoulder, and a warm current flowing through his meridians. In just one breath, his injury slowed down a little.

"No..." Huo Ziyan stopped him, but was interrupted by Mu Ming.

"Senior brother, no need to say much, one time and another."

Mu Ming merged the alchemy energy from his body into Huo Ziyan's body to prevent his injuries from worsening.

"sucker Punch."

The aura of the young man incarnated in the distance was still growing stronger, and the blood on his body was emitting. At this time, the blood ball on his fingertips was no longer the size of a thumb, but turned into the like of a baby fist. The scattered aura was even more terrifying, and circles of fluctuations radiated from the center.

After a few breaths, Huo Ziyan's breath became much more stable. Black black air was emitting on his body, and his face became much rosy. However, the injuries in his body were still there, but they were already stable and would not explode during the battle.

"Junior brother, that's OK."

Huo Ziyan felt his own changes and couldn't help but look up to Mu Ming's alchemy a little. A few days ago, they also thought Mu Ming's alchemy a few days ago, but they never thought that in a moment, he could suppress Huo Ziyan's injury.

When Mu Ming heard this, he nodded and withdrew his palm. He was also surprised. The fifth change of the Spirit Transformation Realm seemed to be different from the past. It seemed to be able to touch deeper secrets, which made his scars and alchemy changes very different. But what is more important is the breeding of the elixir fire. This fire is ordinary flame, and soon has the ability to destroy and have vitality. This surprised Mu Ming. The Heavenly Thunder Dicta he practiced also contains dual divine power. Destruction and vitality coexist, and the mark of rain is the same. It can be soft or hard, in line with the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, and yin and yang coexist.

Suddenly, Mu Ming Huoziyan's expression changed drastically, and even the young man transformed by the old man was stunned, and then laughed.

"The real God helps me, you all deserve to die." The old man laughed. The blood cells between his fingers no longer changed at this time. The old man pointed at Mu Ming, and the blood cells were already running in a hurry. Wherever he passed, the rays of light lingered, bringing a long rainbow to the two of them.

Mu Ming and the others looked in one direction and saw dozens of shadows flashing between the jungle. Their people looked down at me and they were all from the academy. Needless to say, Mu Rufeng Huo Ziyan's followers were approaching.

However, the two of them were not distracted at this time. A blood-red rainbow roared and rushed over, and they used their magical powers to fight.

Huo Ziyan bit the tip of his tongue, and a blood sword flew out from his mouth, forming a red rune in front of the body. In a flash, he headed straight for the blood cell in the distance.

"boom."

With a roar, the two touched each other, and the runes shattered, but the blood cells were beaten and flew in a hurry again.

Huo Ziyan's face changed drastically. It was his magical power and defensive talisman, but at this time it was like paper. After encountering the blood ball, it was shaken and his body retreated two steps back.

Speaking of slowness, Mu Ming pulled Huo Ziyan down and pushed out with one palm, black light burst out between his five fingers. At the same time, the blood ball was almost touching Mu Ming's palm.

The two lights were intertwined, and there was no loud noise, but the impact force directly rushed the wooden name several feet behind.

Mu Ming didn't dare to be careless, and the black light in his hand became even more intense, wrapping around the blood-colored sphere. At this time, the blood ball stopped, but the impact dissipated.

The old man was a little surprised, but then he had a sneer on his lips, and he just glanced at Mu Ming and said coldly: "The flowers of nirvana bloom."

As the old man finished speaking, the blood ball in Mu Ming's palm suddenly became introverted, and the black light wrapped around Mu Ming's palm directly dissipated, and a recoil force was transmitted. Suddenly, a vague mark appeared inside the blood ball. It was a phantom of three petals, and a smell of extinction spread out, which was a feeling of silence.

"Hurry winter."

There seems to be a sound echoing in Mu Ming's heart. This is the first feeling. This breath gives people the feeling of being in a cold winter, full of depression, and everything is gone, making the soul feel a sense of despair.

Seeing this, how could Wood Name dare to be careless about the divine magic technique, and the divine power surged.

There was a lyrics in his mouth, and a blood dance spewed out, which was absorbed directly by his right hand. The origin of the body surged out. The fourth spiritual body in Tianling Taichung suddenly opened his eyes and touched the seal technique with both hands. When other spiritual bodies saw this, they cut off their own attributes. The spiritual body of the Thunder Seal hidden the thunder and hidden the thunder. Only the most original divine power flew out from the heavenly spirit cap and poured into the fourth spiritual body. The same is true for the rain mark. The rain intention was hidden, and the divine power swarmed out. The fifth spiritual body elixir was dim and the divine power disappeared. The spiritual body could not help but feel a little illusory. But this was not the time to worry about it. In addition to the original spiritual body, the other spiritual bodies directly poured a body of divine power into the fourth spiritual body.

"Wild Heaven and Old Earth!" Mu Ming shouted loudly and used this magical power again.

Bloody flowers bloom, and the surrounding plants and trees are depressed. This is the artistic conception of winter, withering and silence, everything around is in the artistic conception of bleakness and no vitality.

However, Mu Ming's magical power reappeared, and a black palm print appeared, and then merged with Mu Ming's palm. The black air lingered, and the inexplicable aura scattered, making Mu Ming's palm black, and the aura scattered, and the surrounding old trees and huge rocks turned into dust, and even more withered and rotten. The strange fluctuations were no less weak than the old man's blood-colored flower blossom.

"Impossible, this is an artistic conception. You, a cultivator in the Spirit Transformation Realm, cannot comprehend this artistic conception. You must be relying on the secret treasure."

The face of the young man transformed by the old man changed drastically at this time, as if he was a ghost. An artistic conception actually spread out from the wooden name's palm. Although it was insignificant, the old man still sensed it immediately.

"artistic conception?"

Mu Ming ignored it. This was his magical power, the magical power created in Duanxiang Tower that day.

The old man was surprised and did not retreat because of Mu Ming's means. On the contrary, he was more curious about what magical powers were produced by Mu Ming. He shouted again, and the blood-colored flower was inconvenient to bloom.

This is the flower of nirvana, which appears in the air. The three petals are the same size, as bright red as blood, and a trace of lines and veins are clearly visible, as if they are blood vessels.

Then, the blood-colored flower flashed and appeared directly above his head, wanting to seal the wooden name.

Mu Ming had quick eyes and quick hands, and punched it directly on the Narcissal Flower. There were ripples echoing between the two. Huo Zi Yan was about to step forward to break the magical power, but he had not yet approached, and was shaken away, and his body flew out like a broken kite.

call out.

A sound of wind broke through, and the old man stepped on the void and walked step by step. He actually walked in the void and finally stepped directly on the flower of nirvana above Mu Ming's head.

Mu Ming was furious, this was an insult.

"Haha, I won't use your secret treasure yet."

The old man said to the wooden name under him with a smile, and pointed out his finger again, and the blood-colored nirvana flower grew a little more.

The land under Mu Ming was almost exploded at this time, and Mu Ming was under tremendous pressure.

After the old man pointed out his finger, Mu Ming spit out a mouthful of blood, but Mu Ming's anger became even stronger. No one dared to act like this on his head. This was an absolute insult.

However, the anger only calmed down Mu Ming, and the pressure on his head became heavier. Because the old man resisted the second finger, Mu Ming grinned and spit out a mouthful of blood foam again, but said in a deep voice: "I don't know what this magical power will look like after using it in full."

The old man heard Mu Ming's words clearly, but the old man just sneered and pointed out his third finger again, but Mu Ming did not vomit blood again, but his feet were almost rooted in the soil, and the pressure was increased again.

The fourth spiritual body of Mu Ming slowly closed his eyes, and a world flashed in his eyes. In the world, green grass was everywhere, ancient trees were vast and ancient trees were vast. Then the scene was spinning, green grass was withered, ancient trees withered, huge rocks were weathered, the world was dim, everything was depressed, the four seasons alternated, and they were reincarnated.

"The first form of Huangtian Laodi, the divine burial!"

The wooden name muttered softly, and two runes appeared above the head, intertwined each other, and finally formed a circular pattern. It was vaguely visible to be a yin and yang fish, but it was very vague, and even the wooden name itself did not appear.

The moment the mark appeared, Mu Minggao's right hand bounced, and a decadent aura rushed straight to the old man. The old man ignored it at first and let the aura approach, but after the aura touched his body, the old man staggered and fell to the ground.

"ah……".

The old man fell to the ground and was not hurt, but his face was aging anxiously. His darkness appeared one by one, and what was even more terrifying was that his body was constantly changing. His body, which had been growing stronger as his breath changed, was withering little by little, like an old tree, withering the essence in his flesh and blood.

"What did you...you do to me...it's impossible. This is a perfect artistic conception, reincarnation, absolutely impossible..."

The old man could not stop the aging change. His face, which had burnt scars, was even more ferocious at this time, but after a moment, he turned into the appearance of a middle-aged man. Half of his black head turned white. His body was no longer tall, and his breath was also depressed.

The old man was frightened and hurriedly sealed the breath with his magical powers, but the breath was everywhere. The old man changed color again. Fortunately, the breath disappeared after entering his body for a cycle.

Wood Name was in the distance, and the blood-colored silence flower was above his head, but the silence flower could no longer pose a threat to him, but it had not dissipated yet, because a giant dome appeared in the Tianling Taichung of Wood Name, and the giant dome was directly devouring the breath of the silence flower in Wood Name's body.

Wood Name did not stop it. In fact, the giant dome had a slight tremor before, but it woke up at this time, which surprised Wood Name. Although the giant dome was strange, Wood Name did not dare to count on him.

Because this thing is extremely strange, it devoured countless powerful people that day, and the scene of Mu Ming has not been forgotten.

The old man in the distance was already in his year of knowing his destiny. Although his breath was not weak, the meaning of decay was obvious.

The old man's face was as gloomy as water, and his eyes looked at Mu Ming were more afraid.

"Okay, it's so good. I'm careless, not...why are you doing? My nirvana flower..."

The old man suppressed his physical injuries, but the other scene he saw made him spew a mouthful of old blood. His nirvana flowers were disappearing soon, as if they were all swallowed by Mu Ming.

"ah!"

The old man was furious and couldn't believe this scene. Almost as soon as the old man was stunned, the flower of nirvana above Mu Ming's head disappeared, and no breath was left.

Wow.

Mu Ming spit out a mouthful of black blood, his body fell down, and the blood dyed his robe red.

"Junior brother."

Huo Ziyan came back again, and it was very fast. In just a few breaths, the old man's magical powers bloomed and Mu Ming's magical powers were activated. However, at this time, Huo Ziyan saw Mu Ming fall to the ground, and the old man's face changed drastically and his aura became weaker.

One finger is silent, one singular burial, the singular burial disappears, and the singular burial also disappears. The old man has aging face, and the singular burial is strange and deprived of life, but the singular burial is not weak, because half of the flesh and blood in Mu Ming's body has withered at this time.

Fortunately, the left hand can still move, which means it can still form seals and fight again.

At the same time, a bloody energy surged into the sky in the distance, shaking the surrounding woods. Mu Ming suddenly laughed because Mu Rufeng had already broken through the barrier of his bloodline and could fight.

Sure enough, a figure flew over quickly, and before the person arrived, the voice had already arrived.

"Junior brother, wait until my senior brother dealt with this old man and avenge you."

Mu Rufeng is no longer calm, but has a domineering aura. This is the opening of bloodline and bringing a surge in strength. No one knows the power of bloodline better than him.
Chapter completed!