The sound of moans and blood filled Mu Ming's ears and noses, and all Mu Ming's mind was focused on the treatment work behind him.

For a moment, all the alchemists on Dongsheng were so busy that they were not stuck in the ground. Some were covered in blood, and some even fainted. They were exhausted. They were exhausted.

Most of the time, Mu Ming is silent, repeating mechanical movements, curing diseases and refining elixirs, and shuttles back and forth between the injured area.

Mu Ming saw that the disciples from the academy were sent, and Mu Ming knew that the war had become cruel and bloodier.

A disciple in the realm of the God Transformation is covered with blood, and cracks appear in his dantian.

The name of the wood drives the Danhuo to repair it, and the name of the wood is familiar with it. I have done this many times.

The disciple's expression was a little slow, as if he had recognized Mu Ming, and he took the initiative to speak: "I'm afraid there will be more fellow disciples here in the near future, and the elders will not be able to do it."

Wood list: "The origin is damaged, but it's better to cultivate for a while."

The disciple thanked him and said, "The barbarians are crazy. They almost have suicide fighting styles, and their pharmacists have also taken action. They are all targeting the strange people here!"

"What a strange man?" Mu Ming took out some pills. The pills did not have any fragrance, but this disciple was looking forward to it.

He took the pill and swallowed it, and then said: "Some families in Dongsheng have many ancestral secret techniques, including those who control mountains, those who control the celestial phenomena, and those who drive insects and beasts. They are all amazing monks and are extremely restrained against the barbarians. However, their cultivation level is not high, so they are easily targeted."

"Like a formation master?" Mu Ming said.

The monk had black smoke in his nostrils, but his face became normal. Hearing the words of Mu Ming, he couldn't help but nod: "Almost, I've seen a person who is good at music, which actually confuses the blood of barbarian monks, which is extremely strange."

Mu Ming couldn't help but think of the Hu clan, who is also good at music.

"The disciples of each mountain peak also fought back. In recent years, most of the disciples collected by the academy came from the elites of various tribes. Although they are not as good as those of the gods, they almost all have some specific secret techniques, which is also amazing in this battlefield. The cultivation level of Shuifeng Wood Peak Earth Peak can save other disciples. Although they are not as good as this alchemy technique, they can also relieve the pressure in the rear."

The monk was a little curious when he saw Mu Ming and couldn't help but say more.

Mu Mingze said: "I don't know if there is a chance to go to the battlefield."

The monk was silent and finally sighed: "My junior brother's alchemy has reached a certain level, I'm afraid..."

Mu Ming Xiaoxiao, I didn’t care much about it.

Mu Ming looked up and saw Wang Yuan. He was slightly surprised. Mu Ming nodded to the monk beside him, and the monk whispered: "Look, I'm right."

Wang Yuan was waiting in the distance, and Mu Ming walked over and found that Wang Yuan's breath was disordered. Mu Ming didn't say much and started treatment directly.

The wood name revealed that Wang Yuan was damaged in many parts of his body, and he couldn't help but feel strange.

Moreover, Wang Yuan's eyes changed, and the pupils in the left and right eyes changed purple, and a rune with a strong tadpole appeared.

"My brother is dead!" Wang Yuan closed his eyes after saying that, and Mu Ming saw his tears.

"Wang Tong?" Mu Ming was a little confused when he heard the movement in his hand.

Wang Yuan nodded, "Die to save me!"

Mu Ming was silent. Mu Ming can be said to have seen too much life and death these days, but when he heard that Wang Tong died in battle, Mu Ming felt a little uncomfortable. The two fought, but later they did not interact. Instead, they became friends with Wang Yuan, but everyone came from Duanxiang City.

"I need a lot of poison pills!" Wang Yuan was born, his voice a little cold.

Mu Ming heard the murderous intent and said directly: "What kind of cultivation is the other party?"

"The peak of the early stage of the God-Ling Realm!"

Regardless of whether the wooden name can be configured, Wang Yuan's tone is bound to win.

Mu Ming was silent for a moment and nodded slightly: "Three days later, come and look for me."

The two of them said nothing until Wang Yuan recovered almost the same injury and said goodbye.

"Where is the magic vine?" Wang Yuan remembered something and said, "Your eyes have changed."

Mu Ming shook his head, and Wang Yuanze said, "I can't sense him. I heard that this place was attacked..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming let out a sigh, "Underland!"

Wang Yuan was stunned, his expression a little incredible, but he nodded and said, "Sad!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Mu Ming did not defend himself, and Wang Yuan misunderstood, but Mu Ming knew that the cause and effect of the Demon Vine in this life had been cut off, and it could be said that he was dead.

The magic vine recovered its power in the previous life, and it would lose something accordingly. This life can be said to be a shackle for him, and no one can choose two souls.

Just like the Buddhist Jin Chanzi, who was reincarnated ten times, but each time was a new life. The previous life was just a dream for him. When he woke up, it would be different.

Mu Ming is no longer as ignorant as before. After becoming a mountain god, Mu Ming vaguely touched something, so he cried because to some extent, that was a farewell.

The name of the wood greets the blue bird, and the blue bird flies. When the name of the wood requires a lot of herbs and strange things, the blue bird hesitates. When it deals with these things every day, it naturally knows that there are many taboo items.

"Tell the city lord that I want to refine medicine, and it is highly poisonous!"

There was fear in the bluebird's eyes, and at this time, Mu Ming's eyes were very calm, or to be precise, indifference.

Mu Ming spoke again: "Dongsheng has suffered more casualties and injuries, and the alchemists can't hold on."

The blue bird looked around and saw the alchemists looking bitter and exhausted.

The blue bird shook its wings and left. The wooden name found the old turtle and explained his actions. The old turtle was silent for a moment and asked, "Do you know why alchemy is called a side-door?"

Mu Ming nodded: "I didn't understand before, but now I understand vaguely."

Guimu nodded and said again: "Why are there so many high-level alchemists who have high-level cultivation? It's just that alchemy is a technique of creation, and it will naturally not end up competing for creation with heaven and earth."

The old turtle sighed: "Life and death are fate, and alchemists intervene too much. Why are those big clans reluctant to treat people who are not the same clan? It is because there will be disasters. The most direct thing is that their life span is much faster than others. What's more, when they pass the tribulation, they will be subjected to inexplicable intervention, and thus their death will be eliminated."

Guimu looked at Mu Ming and tried to change his thoughts.

Mu Ming said: "So, are there very few alchemists who have the same cultivation level as seniors?"

Guimu nod: "Indeed, Dongsheng Earth, I know that there are only a thousand people above the level of reincarnation. Who dares to practice this technique?" Lao Turtle laughed: "Our wild beasts have a lot of life spans, and I am a turtle, and life spans can almost be compared with monsters, but my life spans are similar to your human beings's reincarnation..."

Guimu Pu was helpless, but then said, "But your lineage is special. I have also seen the power of your senior brothers. Your lineage is very strange. If others want to do something wrong, I will definitely stop it. But for you... I don't know what to say, and... this time I was really a coward, and my nest was hit in, and it has been many times. I will help you protect the Dharma..."

The name of the wood bowed respectfully, while the Turtle Wood waved his hand. At this time, the Blue Bird returned, and there were some monks who were walking with them. These monks looked strange. They were holding storage bags, but when they saw the things inside, they were creepy.

"The city lord nodded!" The blue bird was surprised, but it was secretly afraid. This man was like his senior brothers, and he was evil.

Mu Ming started to refine elixirs, and a huge area was isolated. Guimu greeted monks to guard them to prevent people who didn't want to get close.

The turtle wood took out a few pieces of tortoise shells and arranged them around, and was a little helpless.

The sky changes, some bloody dark clouds appear, and then blood thunder lands, faintly, there are scenes of people dying.

The wooden name is refined day and night, and the black alchemy tripod becomes nearly tens of feet in size, like a small lake.

The wood name began to engrave runes to isolate the breath here, but even so, the surrounding plants and trees began to wither.

The mother insect's body was dark and finally fainted, absorbing too many toxins.

Mu Ming practiced the stool, and the Dan Fire became dark, with a cold smell.

Turtle was shocked, "Witchcraft, and perfect!"

Boom!

Thunder fell from the sky, and the turtle wood drove the tortoise shells to fly up to block the disaster. Moreover, it condensed his blood, and the blood turned into a figure, constantly absorbing the thunder.

Turtle Mu looked ugly because he condensed blood again, and the tortoise shells shattered in pieces.

"Master Guimu! This..." Someone reminded me that looking at the celestial phenomena felt terrifying.

Guimu shook his head: "Don't say anything, it's for me to win the East. I think the war may have to stop!"

The monk was puzzled, but he didn't say much.

In the Mu tribe area, a group of alchemists behind Mu Lingzhi looked ugly, and one of them said, "This is to dig a grave by oneself. This is a prescription for extermination of human nature, and the number is amazing!"

Mu Lingzhi said: "What did the barbarians do? I remember the craftsmanship he practiced?"

Mu Luo nodded, "They are all like this in their vein, but the others seem to stop practicing the grass and trees in the end!"

Mu Lingzhi was silent, fell into deep thought, and finally said: "Danfeng's alchemy technique can be said to be outstanding. Someone in my clan wanted to learn it, but the mountain god stopped it and said it was an unknown technique. Now I vaguely understand why the people in Danfeng were called madmen, because they had no good or evil in their hearts. I heard that one of them had dissected the body?"

Mu Luo nodded again and said, "I think Mu Ming has also embarked on this path!"

Mu Lingzhi said: "No matter what he refined, the blood cloud above his head shows everything. It is a curse and will eventually fall on him."

Deep in the starry sky, Mu Ming's master opened his eyes and there was a wave in his eyes. He spread his palms and flames appeared on his fingertips, with different shapes. At this time, a small tree-like flame began to change, with blood filled.

"Second form!"

Mu Ming saw a piece of tortoise shell exploded above his head. Mu Ming didn't have much trouble, and this was already the third one.

When the fourth piece also exploded, the alchemy tripod of Wood Name began to shrink, and the aroma was filled with medicine and the fragrance was strong, better than any elixirs refined by Wood Name before.

The blood cloud above the head dissipated. The wooden name opened the alchemy tripod, and a pill flew over and fell on the palm of the hand. The pill was colorful and extremely beautiful, making people feel the desire to swallow it, which was more tempting than ordinary pills.

"Beautiful temptation, but fatal!" Turtle came over, with a broken tortoise shell in his palm.

Mu Ming felt sorry, but Turtle waved his hand.

"I can trust my words, I will arrange these elixirs?" said Kamemu.

Mu Ming was surprised, but Guimu said: "This thing is fatal. I'm afraid that some people will have other ideas, and in your hands, I'm sure you will have more and more troubles."

Upon hearing this, Mu Ming bowed respectfully: "Thank you, so... I'm afraid that seniors will bear part of the cause and effect!"

Mu Ming felt guilty, and Guimu said, "You are not afraid of me, what else can I be afraid of, but you must also prepare. Your disaster will not be small when you transform into a god!"
To be continued...