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The second thousand two hundred and eleventh chapter landed into an array, painting the ground as a prison(2/2)

Ding Tian roared, immediately waved his fist, and blasted towards Mu Yun. He

Although he is just an external incarnation, his strength is as strong as that of a saint. He is very powerful. He is absolutely sure that he can kill Mu Yun.

"Holy Secret! War is raging!" Yang

As soon as Dingtian took action, he used the Holy Technique.

This was a genuine first-grade holy art, and it was so powerful that his fist exploded into a raging fire. This raging fire contained endless fighting spirit, and was so powerful that it shook the world.

The demonic energy around Mu Yun was also erratic under the impact of the mighty flames of war, and was firmly suppressed.

He has only practiced the first turn of the Corpse Emperor's Body Tyrant Technique. The power of the first turn is equivalent to that of a minor holy tactic, but Yang Dingtian's War Flame Burning Sky is a real first-grade holy tactic. It is much more powerful. Naturally, it can

Suppress Mu Yun.

But Mu Yun doesn't care, because he doesn't want to fight with Yang Dingtian at all, he just wants to escort the corpse Feixuan away."

Yang Dingtian, you are very powerful, and I admire you very much. Now I will not fight to the death with you, but I believe that one day, you will die in my hands, so I say goodbye!"

Mu Yun laughed loudly, took the hand of Corpse Feixuan, and fled away. The Corpse Emperor's Body Tyrant Technique was used to the extreme. Hundreds of ghosts were walking at night, and the dark wind was blowing. Mu Yun's speed was also extremely fast, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Without a trace.

"You brat, where are you running to?" Yang
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