Kuiba Longming

"Nonsense," Lord Zun's wrinkled face showed anger, and he turned his hand and slapped a spell.

Quiba squinted his eyes and pushed away a few meters. The corpse king finally suffered from attribute suppression against the monks.

Dozens of monks bullied them, the corpse king looked at the overwhelming spells, and let out a cold roar, the corpse's aura scattered, and the yellow paper with insufficient rank quickly turned black, falling to the ground and turning into ashes.

Long Ming coldly grasped the spells of Lord Zun and Mu Yan facing him, the pale skin in his palms was corroded and bloody, he didn't say a word, silently guarding Jiang Huang's side.

The wind blew past, raising black flying embers all over the sky, Mu Yan frowned, and cast a glance at His Excellency, "Does Your Excellency know anything that can shake his mind?"

Master Zun had already heard about Mu Yan's release of Long Ming before, and he seemed displeased but the overall situation could not be delayed, he said in an old and hoarse voice: "Long Ming...do you still remember your master going out of the moon? You After committing suicide in the tomb, it was the person behind you who killed him... Chuyue took you like a father, and Jiang Huang counted it as you killing your father and enemy."

Long Ming's face was indifferent, "I don't know the person you mentioned."

"Huh... Chuyue..." The chief executive who was distractedly listening to the conversation closed his eyes and sneered, "If he hadn't died, I wouldn't have cramp and scratch my skin. I let him die so happily last time... It should be cooked Ling Chi □ you eat him."

"Jiang Huang, you were taken in by the esoteric sect back then, and you learned the occult technique to get where you are today. Are you trying to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor?"

"Deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors? Everyone is just each other, otherwise what are you doing now?" The soul light around the director's body became more and more intense, and the indifferent aura became heavier and heavier.

"Great rebellion..."

The soul light in the realm is getting less and less, the chief director turned his head to look at the lord, "Uncle Master still thinks that I don't remember anything... Isn't Master and Uncle Master who taught us to be rebellious, bully masters and destroy ancestors? There is no need to emphasize, I will pay back what the secret sect entrusts to me, how dare you not repay such a great kindness?"

Master Zun's expression changed, "You remember?"

When everyone was focusing on Master Zun, Mu Yan secretly made a move.

Long Ming slapped the talisman away, his body trembled, the chief frowned, "Ming..."

"I'm fine," Long Ming's brows faded, "Don't be distracted..."

As he spoke, Mu Yan picked up his sword and came to kill him fiercely. The thin young man stopped him with his horizontal sword. Mu Yan's face turned cold, "Jiang Languang?"

"Master, he has treated me so well...you really can't compare with your benefits," Jiang Languang's expression was not too good. Given his aptitude, it is really impossible to fight against Mu Yan.

Mu Yan sneered and shook his head, gritted his teeth, "No wonder... no wonder I can't talk to Long Ming, you guys put on a good show."

Confusion flashed slightly in Long Ming's eyes, he seemed to have been kept a lot of things hidden, turned his head to look at Jiang Huang, met the gaze of the chief executive, immediately calmed down, and turned his head away.

The chief executive clenched his fists, and his voice was so low that only Kuiba could hear him, "Next time...don't just trust me without listening to the explanation...you can't believe everything I say."

Long Ming didn't speak again, and silently walked towards the dozen or so secret sect monks who were desperately attacking.

The esoteric monks killed more and more, and a steady stream of people came from nearby.

Long Ming was covered in blood from the fight, and couldn't help but hold the stolen sword to support his body, and clutched his clothes on his chest. Jiang Languang couldn't help much, but was a bit slow.

There was a golden light pulling away from the gap in the realm, Long Ming heaved a sigh of relief, the general left the realm, these people should not be opponents.

Everyone in the secret sect looked at Jin Guang's gradually formed body in despair, but Lord Zun didn't look at the general, but set his eyes on Jiang Huang, with a desolate and discouraged face, "The disaster is really a disaster... The secret sect is finally still It was ruined in your hands..."

Master Zun turned his head and glanced at Mu Yan, "You can't fight for your life...you and I are the same..." After speaking, he cut off his lifeline.

Mu Yan stared blankly at the old man who had collapsed in front of him and died, his face became ferocious, and his eyes widened with anger, "Waste...is still an old waste after living for a thousand years...life? What is life if you don't fight?" Tightening the sword in his hand, blood dripped down the cuff, "I don't believe in fate, the hexagram is against me, the hexagram should die!"

The long sword was wrapped in blood light, Mu Yan slashed across the long blade with his finger, and blocked the general's way of coming with a sword, but the purpose was no longer to fight, he just wanted to stop the comer for a few breaths, his eyes were only ruthless, and the blood light continued Flowing from the wound on his hand to the sword, Long Ming looked at him, clenched his teeth, and drew the sword again.

Both were seriously injured, but Long Ming tried his best, Mu Yan was fighting for his life, the moment Kuiba was repelled a few steps, Mu Yan swung his sword at Jiang Huang with his back exposed...

The golden light shattered the barrier, Mu Yan let out a growl and cut down unwillingly, the general looked at him coldly, before he was about to make a move, the other hand held the blade, "Don't help me..." The chief executive opened his eyes , the light-colored strange pupils seemed to suck in the soul of the person who was looking at him. Mu Yan's face changed drastically when he saw those eyes, and his expression was in a daze. He frowned and bit the tip of his tongue. He stabbed Jiang Huang but blinded his eyes first. When Jiang Huang was surprised, he squeezed out a blood talisman with the other hand and slapped the opponent's chest.

There was a sound of collapse in the realm, and everyone in the secret sect spat out a mouthful of blood, and quickly lost weight, looking like a withered body.

The chief executive couldn't dodge the blood talisman, his face was ugly, Mu Yan's face was covered with blood, and he smiled ferociously, a long sword stabbed from the back of his heart, Long Ming twisted the edge of the sword forcefully, Mu Yan fell to the ground On the ground, the blood talisman he squeezed out also dissipated.

Long Ming knelt on the ground, watching the last ray of soul light fly out of the chaos and into the center of the chief's brow, he lowered his head, grasping the heart that was about to be torn, full of anxiety.