"It turned out to be you?"

The elder's face changed and he seemed to be in a panic feeling. He looked at Liu Muqing and his eyes were shrunk, and his steps were also trying to retreat.

Others may not know how powerful Liu Muqing is, but the elder has just fought with the other party. Although he was only fighting with one of the other party's clone talismans, even so he could clearly know the other party's strength.

A small talisman clone can beat him like this. If the real person takes action, he may be able to kill him in an instant. When he thinks of this, he can't help but tremble all over, and the escaped ** becomes stronger.

Liu Muqing looked around the people, and invisible pressure surged out instantly, like a mountain pressing on the other party's body. Finally, he looked at the young monk. He could feel that although this guy looked young, he should be a person like rebirth in the body, and he should also be the dominant person among these characters.

His wrist moved, and then a powerful suction force suddenly surged out of his palm. Before the young monk could react, he was already sucked into Liu Muqing's hand. His five fingers were grabbed onto his neck like a vinca, and then he said coldly: "Who are you? Why do you work hard? Why did you attack me?"

Two golden lights burst out from Liu Muqing's eyes, and the light like a golden wheel kept turning in his eyes, making people unable to help but want to say everything in their hearts.

The young monk's strength was only the peak of the golden elixir. His cultivation was nothing in Liu Muqing's eyes, but his soul was not weak, and he was comparable to that of the monks in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. It was precisely because of this that he felt that the other party should be a person who took over the body, not a person who practiced himself.

The moment the golden wheel appeared, the young monk's face changed drastically, and large amounts of sweat couldn't help but flow down from both sides of his cheeks. His eyes went from resistance to confusion afterwards, and then eventually became tame. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but before he could speak, his body suddenly became spasm, as if a strange force was acting on him, causing his body to melt uncontrollably.

In just a blink of an eye, a living golden elixir monk had turned into a white bone, and the golden elixir white willow wood green shining with white light was pinched in his hand, and he wanted to shake and explode in an extremely unstable manner, but there was no way to do it under the golden light.

The elder's face became paler, his eyes shrank, and then he saw his hands push forward suddenly, and a large black cloud suddenly flew out of his hand. There were countless buzzing sounds in the black clouds, just like the sound of a waist flapping its wings. If you look closely, it would not be difficult to find that the so-called black clouds were actually composed of countless black flying insects.

These black flying insects were all the same as nails, but they looked extremely fierce. They were instructed by their master and rushed towards Liu Muqing frantically. The strange sound of "Kaba Kaba" kept ringing in their mouths like steel teeth.

Liu Muqing frowned, then took out a fire talisman to activate it, and suddenly the flames appeared in the air. In just a moment, the flying insects were killed and injured, but at the same time the black-clothed elder also disappeared.

"Can you escape?"

Liu Muqing smiled coldly, then reached out to tear the void and escaped into it. In just a moment, he had appeared again, and in his hand was the black-clothed elder who had just escaped. Now his face was withered, and his whole body seemed to have been abandoned in cultivation, like a pool of mud.

Huo Yunzi had been stabbed by Liu Muqing. He looked at the black-clothed monks with stiff faces around him and couldn't help but say, "What should we do with these people? After all, they are cultivators of the human race. If they just killed them like this, wouldn't it be a pity?"

Liu Muqing shook his head and said, "They are all people controlled by secret techniques. Look at their stiff expressions, not even a trace of human aura. If they bring these people into the Lingshan Mountain, they may have any trouble, so they should kill them. Fortunately, the bodies of these people are of some use, so let the people in the Puppet Palace clean up later!"

Huo Yunzi sighed and agreed. He also understood that he was fighting with these people. When attacking, these people were fearless and fearless, and all their actions were like one person. They looked extremely stiff, but they were extremely efficient, just like that puppet, making people feel extremely cold.

"drink!"

He remembered a loud shout, and then saw the monks in black falling down. Their facial features began to flow with blood. The true spirit was even more shocked to pieces by this roar. Just this roar had already shocked the thousands of people to death.

"If there is really merit in this world, if there is really, I'm afraid I'm already in debt!"

Liu Muqing took away his magical powers and looked at the fallen monks. He couldn't help but sigh and said.

In the Lingshan Mountain, in the black prison hall, a dark monk in black walked out of it. He looked at the elder in black who was like a pool of mud, and a cruel smile appeared on his face. Then he gently took out a small flag and placed it in front of the other party.

He said, "Don't be in heaven, we're meeting again!"

The person named Mo Zaitian was the elder in black. He was recognized by someone and his heart was tightened. Then he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. His face was filled with panic and said in a silence: "Bone Taoist? It's you!"

The monk in black who knew the Taoist Baigu smiled and looked extremely excited. He nodded and continued, "It's me. We brothers of the same sect meet here. Do you think it's fate? And, I really admire you. You dare to fight with the Spirit Lord. I don't know where you are brave. Junior brother, I admire you very much!"

Mo Zaitian couldn't help but sank, then turned his head and stopped looking at him, saying, "What are you doing here? If you hadn't wanted to interrogate me?"

The Taoist White Bone couldn't help but smile even more, and snapped his fingers gently, saying, "You are really guessing it. This time I am the one responsible for interrogating you, my junior brother, but the Spirit Master has ordered not to damage your true spirit, because your master seems to have already placed a ban on you, and soul searching is definitely not possible. Then the only thing you can do is to let you spit out the truth by yourself!"

Mo Zaitian's face changed, and he couldn't help but think of the experience of the young monk before. The two were both elders, but because of their bad luck, they only left the Nascent Soul to take over, and they also had such a **.

"You have a good plan, but do you think I will say it? If you say it, it will be dead, but if you don't say it, it will be dead. Anyway, I am already a dying person, so what else can I care about!" Mo Zaitian said a little casually, with a slight scent in his tone.

The Taoist Baigu was unmoved. He shook his head and said, "Senior Brother, don't think you are dead now. The Spirit Lord has agreed. As long as you tell the truth, he can guarantee that your true spirit will not disperse. Even if you take over the body and reincarnate, it is possible!"

Mo Zaitian didn't believe it. He knew that the other party had great supernatural powers and was one of the best people in the cultivation world. However, the master of the power he defected to was also a person with great supernatural powers. He didn't believe that the other party had such a means to protect himself.

The White Bone Taoist smiled and said to Liu Mo Zaitian: "Senior Brother, if you don't believe it, there is no way. Junior Brother, I have hundreds of ways to make you speak, and I don't know which one you want to start first!"

Liu Muqing sat in the hall. He looked at the White Bone Taoist, listened to his narrative, and then waved his hand to let him go. He knew that this was difficult, but he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Mo Zaitian still didn't speak, and didn't even spit out a word.

"The mastermind behind this matter must be the same as the one who saved Zhan Qianjun, but I was unable to keep him at the beginning, but unfortunately, I failed!" Liu Muqing sighed and said.

Huo Yunzi smiled and said, "Although that's the case, we didn't suffer any losses this time. Not to mention the number of enemies killed this time, the ten space cracks taken from the opponent alone are enough to make the opponent feel pain. After all, this is a large area. Without the support of the demonic energy of these cracks, they will not be able to stop here, which can be regarded as regaining the lost land!"

Liu Muqing smiled and shook her head, and said to Huo Yunzi: "You can see it openly, but I guess the demon army will probably notice it after this incident. Coupled with the retreat of Zhan Qianjun, many demons will definitely be on guard against space cracks to a terrifying level. It is probably not that easy to destroy the cracks as if they were this time."

"Oh, by the way, how good is your current cultivation level? You are still stuck in the late stage of the Nascent Soul. Is it possible to enter the peak realm of the Nascent Soul?" Liu Muqing thought for a while and asked.

Huo Yunzi couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "You think I am like you, and I can advance so quickly. This time I have realized a lot of things after escaping from death. I think if I give me a hundred years of hard practice, I might be able to break through to the peak of the Nascent Soul based on the basis, but it is still a bit impossible now!"

Liu Muqing has extremely urgent needs for the strong. If he has the means, he hopes to upgrade all his subordinates to the stage of God Transformation. Unfortunately, he is not a spirit stone in his cultivation. He can get as much as he wants, and he can only do it step by step.

In the next ten days, as the demonic energy dissipated, the mountains and rivers in this area regained some vitality, and some hidden monks also came out again. Many of them joined the Lingshan Mountain. Only some people with too weak strength were abandoned. They were placed in the rear area, which was regarded as the preserved vitality.

At the same time, Liu Muqing received some unexpected surprises from other monks. Some of these strong men were invited by some mysterious forces and the conditions were extremely generous. Although they did not join for various reasons, they knew that there was such a force in the world of cultivation today. As for how many strong men they had, how many monks had joined it, it is unknown.

Liu Muqing thought a lot about this situation, but he denied it one by one. He did not see the final answer, so he could not answer, but now he can only take one step at a time.

Amitabha Mountain, the fairyland of the past, no longer exists, just like the purgatory of the demon clan, full of this strange and painful aura.

When Zhan Qianjun woke up again, he found himself lying in a wing room, with a young maid serving him on both sides. These maids were human maids, which made several dislike him. Moreover, he also found that these maids were blind in their eyes and their faces were filled with dull expressions.

He sat up slowly and didn't even look at the maids. To him, these women could no longer be called people. They were just puppets, puppets in the hands of monks.

He stepped out of the room, then opened the door, and then opened his mouth wide in shock, unable to speak for a long time.

In front of him was a black figure of more than ten meters high and low. His skin was like a vajra, and even his pores were filled with black magic. The strong muscles contained a fearful force. Even if the Taoist Technique hit it, it would not leave any trace.

He has seen such a figure many times in the Demon World, and every time he sees it, he feels sincere envy and admiration. His father also has such a body, which is even taller and more perfect than the body in front of him.

"This is... this is me... the adult strong man of the demon clan!" Zhan Qianjun said in silence.

The demon race, this is a magical race. The conditions in the demon world they live in are extremely difficult, with sulfur and magma as companions, and with the danger of life in the war beasts. However, it is precisely because of these things that they become stronger.

The young demon warriors used weapons to defend the enemy, and they also practiced powerful magic. As time goes by, when they become adults, the weapons will gradually be abandoned by them, and they will eventually rely on this strong body and the profound magic mystery.

There are many stories in between here. A demon clan needs to pay too much from birth to adulthood. He even paid for his life but failed to survive until he became an adult. He has seen too many things in these situations.

The adult demons' strength is equivalent to that of a celestial immortal. Some powerful adult demons' strength is as strong as the Golden Immortal and even the Daluo Golden Immortal. Their power is at its limit. It is no less than the Indestructible Golden Color of Buddhism and the Three Pure Dao Body of Taoism. Every time you walk, it will cause mountains and rivers to break and the sun and moon to change color.

Zhan Qianjun dreamed that he would have to endure until he was adult, because only after he was fully grown could his strength be fully utilized, and only then could he have a status in the demon world. So he has been struggling constantly for this goal over the past few hundred years, but he has been struggling for this goal, but unfortunately he has been bumpy all the way but nowhere is the sight of his goal.

Now that such a body appears in front of him, he can't help but feel that it is an impact and an unimaginable experience.

"Buzz~"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound rang in Zhan Qianjun's ears, and the black figure seemed to move at this moment. He couldn't help but raise his head and looked at the body of the demon clan that was more than ten meters high in surprise.

This body is actually not very complete. Many places should be pieced together. The stitched lines can be clearly seen from the outside. The strange twist between the arms and legs makes people feel that this is a deformity.

But even such a deformed thing was moved, and he moved in front of Zhan Qianjun. His black arm slowly raised, and his black eyes slowly turned. Although his feet were a little staggering, they were still very steady.

Zhan Qianjun looked at the scene in front of him with some unimaginability. He had no way to believe it, nor could he imagine that all this was true.

"Are you still satisfied with my work?"

Suddenly, an old man with a slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared in front of Zhan Qianjun. This was a human race, an extremely powerful human race. His strength should have touched the edge of the God Transformation Period, but it was much worse than Zhan Qianjun, and the same was true for Liu Muqing. However, he had some things that neither Zhan Qianjun nor Liu Muqing were on his body, that was madness. The madness in his eyes seemed to turn the world of cultivation to the earth.

"Who are you?"

Zhan Qianjun felt that this person was very dangerous. He also felt that if the other party was really the creator of this body, then his harm to the demons was much stronger than that of Liu Muqing. Even if he sacrificed his life, he would have to kill him.

The old man could feel the murderous intent of Zhan Qianjun, but he still smiled like the wind and said calmly: "I have many names, but now I don't remember them. The only one is the master of Zhiwei Hall, who commands the millions of Zhiwei Hall disciples around Mount Amitabha!"

“Millions?”

Zhan Qianjun's eyes shrank. He had fought with Liu Muqing. There were millions of cultivators in the small-looking Lingshan Mountain, and each cultivator was not weak, comparable to his demon warriors. Now that such a person appeared, he couldn't help but worry, and his murderous aura rumbled.

The old man turned his head and looked at him, indifferent to his murderous aura, as if he hadn't seen it at all. He smiled and said, "What are you doing so nervous? Are you not going to go up and see you, the ancestor I spelled out? Maybe you might be able to control this body?"

Zhan Qianjun was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at the huge demon body, and a greedy expression appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!