The Alchemist God

Big trouble has finally come to the door. Lin Muyu said lightly, with the corner of his mouth raised.

What do you mean? Si Kongyao stood up and jumped to Lin Muyu's side.

These people are not simple.

Aren't they just a few mercenaries? Si Kongyao looked puzzled.

Lin Muyu smiled: It's not as simple as a mercenary.

As he said that, Lin Muyu flew forward, stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhuang Shaoyu and Bei Mingjie on the hillside, and said, Mr. Zhuang, be careful, these three people are not kind, or in other words, they are not human beings.

What do you mean? Zhuang Shaoyu shuddered all over, and frowned, Don't be sensational.

Don't Mr. Zhuang know that high-level demon spirits can change human form? Lin Muyu said lightly.

You mean, these three people were transformed by high-level demon spirits. Zhuang Shaoyu was dumbfounded. In terms of strength, he may not be inferior to Lin Muyu, but in terms of experience in the world, he has been dumped by at least a dozen streets.

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Young master, you can't wrong us at will. The mercenary with the mustache stretched out his hand and said, We are all human, how can we be demon spirits, you must want to kill us and take our horses, yes no.

Lin Muyu smiled slightly: Since you don't admit it, let me expose your tricks. Let me ask you, since these are your horses, why are they restless?

This... the horse was frightened by you.

Even so, there are bloodstains on your sleeves, but you rolled up the sleeves, but there is no scar on your arms. What about the bloodstains on the sleeves? If I guess right, it should be clothes. Your master cut off his arm with a knife, and then you took his clothes away.

You...you don't want to spout blood.

Really, try it and you'll know.

Lin Muyu held one hand, and the golden Qiyao fairy gourd appeared in the palm, and the gourd vines on the ground rushed over, and suddenly bound the legs of the three mercenaries. There were sharp thorns on the gourd vine, which pierced directly into the skin, but there was no bleeding. This only proved that there was no flesh and blood under the skin, but only a hard carapace.

Brat.

The mercenary with the eight-character mustache showed a grim smile on his face, and raised his hand to tear his own face away. Under the skin was a terrifying face of a demon spirit, and he said with a grinning grin: Even if you can see through us, you guys don't know the heights of the sky and the earth The human beings are still going to die, I will use your flesh and blood to pay homage to those demon spirits who died under your sword.

The demon... the demon king... Zhuang Shaoyu was shocked.

That's right, this demon spirit covered in carapace is a demon king-level demon spirit, with only black and white colors on his neck, which is very conspicuous. At the same time, the two mercenaries behind him also took off their human skin , changed into the form of the demon spirit itself, two hunched monsters with tongues stretched out nearly half a meter long, one of them looked straight at Shang Qian and Sikong Yao in the distance, and said: And two such beautiful chicks, that's great, I'm going to enjoy those two chicks after we get rid of whoever is in the way.

These two demon spirits are both at the level of demon venerables, with three colors on their necks.

Sure enough, they are in big trouble. Three high-level demon spirits who can change human form at one time are simply in a group.

when.

Lin Muyu's Bingyuan sword had already been unsheathed, and said lightly: Mr. Zhuang, how do you distribute it?

Simple.

Zhuang Shaoyu licked his lips, and smiled with fighting intent in his eyes: Leave this demon king to me to deal with. You and the little prince each fight to kill a demon king, how about it.

Are you sure you can stop this demon king. Lin Muyu smiled lightly.

Don't worry, I will try my best. Zhuang Shaoyu's eyes were more confident.

Bei Mingjie took a deep breath.

Behind everyone, the eyes of Chen Hang, who is the leader of the merchant nursing home, are full of gold. He is ready to strike at any time, looking like he is facing a big enemy. After all, one of the two people in front is the son of Da Situ, and the other is the son of the prince. Son, it's not good for anyone to make a mistake, and you can't escape being held accountable when you go back.

However, all of this is secondary, and protecting Shang Qian's safety is the top priority.

...

Amidst the whistling sound, the demon king rushed forward, his claws clasped Zhuang Shaoyu's arms like iron pincers, and the two of them turned into a ball of flames and fell into the valley behind them, hitting countless thousand-year-old giant trees, even on the ground. Leaving a trace of fire, the shock wave of the fight reverberates in the jungle. This is not a duel, but a life-and-death fight.

Boy, don't look, your opponent is me. Right in front of him, the blood-colored Yaozun smiled fiercely, in his eyes, it seemed that Lin Muyu was already a dead person.

I know.

Lin Muyu responded, and disappeared in the same place the next moment. The falling star step made him come straight to Yaozun's body at a speed as fast as a stream of light. Zun's belly.

Boom.

The azure blue light bloomed, and this punch really hit Yaozun's protective energy, although it didn't hurt it, it was forced to retreat ten meters, when it roared ferociously, raised its head When they were pairing the sword arms, they saw a ray of light falling from the sky, it was Lin Muyu's blatant blow from the Bingyuan Sword.

Bixue Hanbing.

Boom.

In the second blow, ice shards danced wildly, Bixue's ice almost sealed everything around, this blow froze Yaozun's arms into ice blocks, Lin Muyu lifted his foot and kicked it out with a heavy blow.

Er Yao demon dance.

Woo...

The Yaozun actually let out a miserable howl, flying like a cannonball and crashing on the rock, shaking the whole mountain trembling.

At this moment, Si Kongyao and Shang Qian had already opened their mouths wide open. Lin Muyu's fight here was much more interesting than Zhuang Shaoyu's, and he was beating the poor monster in an almost crushing posture.

On the other side, Bei Mingjie wielded his long sword and fought with another demon master, flames erupted.

The Yaozun and the Yaozun Lin Muyu was fighting against were of the same kind of demon spirit. They swung their saber arms to block and parry the slashing and stabbing of the Beiming Festival. Has the momentum of fighting more and more bravely.

puff.

In a blink of an eye, Bei Mingjie's shoulders were hung again. As a strong man in the divine realm, he was actually defeated by a demon master.

Go to hell, trash.

The Yaozu roared angrily, leaped suddenly, clasped Beimingjie's waist with his legs, opened the pliers to grab Beimingjie's arms, opened his bloody mouth, and bit down with two rows of sharp teeth .

Asshole.

Bei Mingjie let out a roar, and the divine power of the law of fire almost reached its peak. He abruptly shook off the opponent's restraint, and kicked his right leg from bottom to top.

Boom.

The Yaozun took a blow, but it was Bei Mingjie who was so painful. This kick did not kick Yaozun's head, but broke several bones of his own feet.

Ahhh...

Bei Mingjie was so painful that he flew back again and again, and even lost the ability to fly.

Hush...

The Yaozun rushed over with a sharp expression, and the saber arm blatantly cut Bei Mingjie's leg, blood splashed profusely.

My lord, step back.

A figure flew up in the air, it was Chen Hang, and he finally made a move.

The wind of the fist was fierce, and a heavy punch landed on Yaozun's neck unexpectedly, a total of 30 shocks from the sky.

With a sound of Wooah, the Yao Zun stumbled out, Chen Hang was so powerful that he kicked and beat him, streaks of golden light splashed in the jungle, each blow was the impact of thirty waves of divine power, this demon Yao Zun didn't even have the strength to fight back. Finally, after a click, Chen Hang forcibly removed Yao Zun's head from his body.

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boom.

A punch full of the power of the Eight Desolations blasted the Yao Zun into the mountain. The power of the Five Luminaries and Eight Desolations was no longer what this Yao Zun could bear, and it was Lin Muyu who used 80% of the power of the Five Luminaries and Eight Desolations off.

The Bingyuan Sword was shining brightly, and a sword pierced through the throat, ending the demon venerable with a bang.

Lin Muyu panted heavily. In order to make the Yao Zun unable to resist, this series of violent attacks also consumed a lot of his physical and divine power. After all, this is a Yao Zun, not a low-level demon spirit.

Carrying the corpse of the Yaozun, he walked out of the cave that was forcibly blasted out. After taking out the demon spirit stone, he threw the body beside the body of the Yaozun beside Chen Hang. Looking not far away, Bei Mingjie was injured and fell down. on the ground.

Lin Muyu couldn't help but sigh with emotion. With such ability, he dared to be called the number one rookie of the royal family. It seems that the generation of rookies of the royal family in the Beiming family is also empty. In fact, it is normal to think about it carefully. People like Beimingyuan and Beiminghuan Peerless experts will only emerge once in thousands of years, and each generation is only a few tens of years, so it is normal that there will not be a master.

Looking at the corpse of the Demon Master on the ground, Chen Hang was a little stunned, and asked, You have already killed it.

Otherwise.

Lin Muyu smiled slightly, pretending to be very tired, and said, However, my own strength is running out.

Chen Hang showed a gratified smile. If this kid can calmly maintain sufficient strength after killing a Yaozun, then this person is too terrifying, and he can be compared to any dragon knight general of the Tianji Dragon Knights Level Shengwu King.

Shang Qian raised her head to look at Lin Muyu standing in the air, her eyes flickered, her eyebrows frowned slightly, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

On the other hand, Sikong Yao's expression was much simpler, and she gave Lin Muyu a thumbs up.

Where is Mr. Zhuang?

He is still fighting. Shang Qian looked towards the valley not far away.

Zhuang Shaoyu's opponent is a demon king, who is a powerful existence second only to the demon emperor in the demon spirit clan, and they cannot be underestimated. Everyone immediately flew over in a tacit understanding, maybe Zhuang Shaoyu will need everyone's help to kill the demon king.

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boom.

Before everyone approached, a small hill tens of meters ahead instantly collapsed, and the power of the wind system roared, what a powerful force it was.

In the wind, Zhuang Shaoyu's diadem had been lost, his long hair fluttered in the wind, his eyes were filled with fierce expressions, the long sword in his hand broke into two pieces, but the divine power was still concentrated on the broken sword.

On the other hand, the demon king was extremely imposing. Although he had a few sword wounds on his body, they were not fatal. The demon power was lingering, and his fighting spirit was very strong. With a roar, he rushed to Zhuang Shaoyu again.