Restart, Death Wings of Ending

"Deadwood, if the God of Slaughter is resurrected, we will die," Mo Xi muttered in a low voice, meaning nothing more than wanting to grab Deadwood and give it a try.

But Kumu has always been cautious and cautious, so his thoughts are naturally different from Mo Xi’s:

"Mo Xi, don't worry, that Mu Qingfeng is not a vegetarian. It shouldn't be that easy for the killing god to be resurrected. Let's wait!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait until Mu Qingfeng wakes up!"

Mo Xiyou couldn't guess anymore and asked, "You mean Mu Qingfeng will defeat the God of Slaughter?"

"uncertain?"

"Then why should we choose to help him!"

"Mo Xi," Ku Mu looked at Mo Xi solemnly, "the enemy of our enemy is our friend! You should understand! Our slave contract must be broken by the killing god, and this killing god does not have to be Yuan! Maybe it's Mu Qingfeng,"

"Oh!" Mo Xi finally understood, "You put your hope in a miracle!"

Kumu nodded, "Miracles will create the future!"

"Below the Temple of Slaughter!" As soon as Mr. Ling's excited voice sounded, both Ku Mu and Mo Xi became nervous instantly. After looking at each other, they quickly rushed to Mu Qingfeng's side, immediately knelt down on one knee, and said in unison:

"Under the main temple!"

As soon as Mu Qingfeng opened his eyes, he saw Mr. Ling bowing his head like a slave. I was hesitating whether to play the role of Yuan. If I have such a loyal servant, it shouldn't be a problem to leave here. However, he doesn’t know Yuan well,

At this time, I saw Ku Mu and Mo Xi kneeling beside me, feeling like they were riding a tiger with difficulty.

"Get up!" Mu Qingfeng ordered in a cold voice. His eyes fell on Mo Ruyuan not far away, and a look of pity suddenly appeared on his face.

This gave Kumu hope. He raised the corner of his mouth imperceptibly and asked:

"Under the main temple, although Mo Ruyuan has a mortal body, he is also a puppet of your power. It might be useful to rescue him!"

"Well, do you have any idea?" Mu Qingfeng asked following the trend,

With such a soft-hearted question, Mr. Ling also knew that he was not the God of Slaughter, but his aura belonged to the God of Slaughter, so the result was that Mu Qingfeng had imprisoned the real God of Slaughter again!

"Yes," Kumu responded, turned around and said to Mo Xi, "Go and rescue him quickly,"

Mo Xi could clearly see the intention of Kumu, and could also tell that this was not the real God of Slaughter, which meant that they had pressed the treasure correctly, so he jumped up quickly without saying anything, and rushed to save people without saying a word. But she had only taken two steps when she was stopped by the twelve-edged ice sword that suddenly appeared.

Then Mr. Ling's face turned serious. He looked at Mu Qingfeng with a much rude look and asked, "Why is it you, under the Temple of Slaughter?"

Mu Qingfeng smiled coldly and spread his hands casually, "Am I not the God of Slaughter?"

"You're not, and you're even pretending not to be. The God of Slaughter never cares about ants, and he won't tolerate his followers and traitors!" Mr. Ling said, turning coldly towards the dead tree. At the same time, the eight-sided ice prism mirror surrounded all of them. middle,

"The Eight Hells of the Magic Mirror!" Kumu said in shock, "Mr. Ling, even if he is not the Lord of Slaughter, his aura belongs to the God of Slaughter, not to mention that the God of Slaughter is still in his body. How can you use [The Eight Hells of the Mirror]? It’s too much!”

"I'm sorry for you. Don't think that I don't know what you are thinking. Mu Qingfeng cannot leave here no matter what."

"Then what do you want to do?"

Mr. Ling smiled coldly, pressed his fingers lightly, and an invisible pressure fell instantly. Neither Dead Wood nor Mo Xi could move easily. Then the image of the two standing side by side was reflected in the demonic realm. At the same time, Dead Wood and Mo Xi Rhinoceros both fainted,

Upon seeing this, Mu Qingfeng guessed that the purpose of this magic mirror was to suck away the souls of the people it reflected, but it sucked away two souls of the Samurai God level in an instant. Then his meager behavior means he is not doomed.

Mu Qingfeng was a little flustered, but he didn't see his image in the scene for a long time, which made him a little confused.

Mr. Ling, who was even more puzzled, increased his spiritual thoughts again and again, but Mu Qingfeng's image did not appear in this state.

"Could it be because of the God of Slaughter?" Mr. Ling guessed secretly. Following his thoughts, he moved his fingers rhythmically.

Mu Qingfeng also noticed his murderous intention, and his expression was sharp, but his speed was still half a second slower than Mr. Ling. The twelve-edge blood-sucking ice shuttle was fired quickly. There was only three to five steps between them. Mu Qingfeng After being pricked into a hedgehog, the wind snake also took shape. Mr. Ling raised his hand and cracked it easily.

Mu Qingfeng's expression began to fade, he was dizzy, and even his pain was numbed. This move was faster and more powerful than what he had encountered before in the Magic Antelope.

"No, we can't stop here, Tianling, give me your power!" Mu Qingfeng murmured to himself, and when his eyes were in chaos, a little starlight burst out, and then spread to the whole body with the power of Kakuhara,

Mu Qingfeng also felt that extremely powerful power was filling every cell. Rebirth, mutation, and strength, a steady stream of power poured in from all directions.

His entire body went from miserable to extremely shining. That kind of sacred light enveloped his whole body, and his aura was as pure as that of a divine saint.

"What is this?" Mr. Ling retreated in surprise. That kind of holy light made him fearful and humble.

Boom boom~

The eight-faced demon realm instantly collapsed, and Mo Xi and Ku Mu also woke up. They were both shocked when they saw this scene.

But Mu Qingfeng couldn't bear it anymore. Although he sincerely accepted the sacrifice from the heavenly spirit at the critical moment, he didn't realize the true meaning of it, so there was a problem in controlling his power.

"The pure spirit of the spirit pet, oh my God!" Mo Xi exclaimed, his eyes almost bulging out.

"What!" Ku Mu was also surprised and asked again in disbelief: "Mo Xi, this is really the spirit of a spiritual pet elf,"

Mo Xi nodded anxiously and shouted anxiously: "Withered wood, he can't bear it. This is the power of the God Lord,"

"What?" Kumu was surprised again, but more worried than Mo Xi.

"What should I do?" How could one of their servants know how to do it with such a god-level power? After thinking about it for a while, he could only shout to Mu Qingfeng: "Mu Qingfeng, stop quickly, you will die!"

"Yes," Mr. Ling also woke up with a start, "Mu Qingfeng, stop quickly, I can let you go, but don't let us both perish together!"

"Yeah, stop it quickly, otherwise the whole earth will be ruined."

Mu Qingfeng felt even more uncomfortable and tormented after hearing this. But he didn't know how to stop. More and more pure energy filled his body like a balloon. If he continued to inflate, it would only explode.

"I don't know how to stop, do you have any ideas?" Mu Qingfeng asked shamelessly, but this question was directed to the three confused people.

"If you knew, why would you still be a slave?" Mo Xi said helplessly, and then,

Collapse~

With a loud bang, everyone thought that Mu Qingfeng had exploded, and they all panicked for a moment. But the next second, after everyone had settled down, they saw a vertical hatch cover shattering and popping open, and a wave of hot air instantly occupied the entire space. At the same time, A ball of red flame magma rolled out of the vertical cabin at high speed and hit Mu Qingfeng's lower back. At that moment, the magma splashed everywhere and wrapped Mu Qingfeng into the magma at a speed visible to the inner eye.

After a while, the Red Flame magma solidified into brown rock,

Boom~

The crisp sound of rock cracking came one after another, and pure holy light radiated from the cracks in the rock, like a giant golden egg breaking its shell. As more and more brown rock peeled off, the light became dazzling.

"What is this?" Mr. Ling asked in shock, and no one gave him an answer, because Mo Xi and Ku Mu had never seen such a scene.

Boom~

The last brown rock shattered, and the holy light rushed out. After this wave of light dissipated, two people were suspended in the air. A man with red hair and red eyes was supporting the unconscious Mu Qingfeng. However, judging from the aura and energy field, Mu Qingfeng was fine, and the power of this red-haired and red-eyed man almost overwhelmed them all.

"Who is he?"