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The Holy Master's eyes sank, and the holy power burst out all over his body, as if he had never been poisoned, and possessed the most peak strength.

"Mu Fengyun, do you really think that you will be my opponent? You underestimate me too much. If you dare to come today, then I will kill you in the holy clan." The Holy Master Sen looked at Mu Fengyun coldly. wind and cloud.

"Boom!" In an instant, Holy Master and Mu Fengyun had fought in the air for countless rounds. Another ray of holy light roared out, "Mu Qingchen, if my father takes care of Mu Fengyun, then I will take care of you! You dare to take away my Son's position and make me suffer such humiliation. Today I will make you the My defeat, crush every bone of yours

Head, drain all your blood. "

Mu Qingchen said coldly: "You can't do it just because of you?"

A more powerful holy light erupted from Mu Qingchen's body, gorgeous and dazzling.

Even though Sheng Taoyang is the son of the Holy Lord, and his strength is much stronger than Mu Qingchen, he has lost all brilliance under his light.

Whether it is appearance or temperament, the difference is too far.

Sheng Taoyang stared at this noble young man coldly, as if God had favored him a lot, and it was difficult for others to surpass him no matter what, the jealousy hidden in his eyes was surging.

Mu Qingchen must die!

Sheng Taoyang's strength has skyrocketed to the peak of the ninth level of Spiritual God. He is much worse than his father, Shengzhu, but he is still imposing.

Mu Qingchen only has the third level of Spiritual God, and his dark eyes still glow with confidence.

All he had to do was surpass that man.

It's just a Saint Taoyang, he will be defeated!

The terrifying holy power turned into a storm, and the two people with far different levels clashed fiercely in the air.

The sword in Mu Qingchen's hand turned into streaks of cold light, and rushed towards Sheng Taoyang like lightning, his fighting spirit became stronger and stronger.

"You...how did you become so strong all of a sudden." Sheng Taoyang was astonished.

In the holy tower, he once fought against Mu Qingchen.

Even if his strength has been raised by three levels now, he still won't have the combat power he has today.

Mu Qingchen chased after Sheng Taoyang with his sword, but Sheng Taoyang, who felt that he was sure of winning, was being chased by Mu Qingchen at this time, and he was at a disadvantage.

Mu Qianxi has been paying attention to her elder brother, watching Sheng Taoyang retreat steadily, she smiled and said: "Brother is so handsome!"

"Look at me, don't look at him! I'm stronger." Jiuye said close to Mu Qianxi's ear.

"En! I know this, but my brother is also good-looking. Jiuye, did you find anything wrong with your brother?" Mu Qianxi asked.

She didn't see whether it was Sheng Hualu's nonsense or the method of the Holy Master was too secretive.

"No!" Jiuye replied.

Mu Qingchen had the upper hand against Sheng Taoyang.

When Mu Fengyun fought against the Holy Master, he naturally had the upper hand.

It has to be said that the Holy Master's background is deeper, but Mu Fengyun has fought against the God of Death, and his fighting power is so strong that the Holy Master cannot be shaken.

As for the rest of the Saint Clan, because they were poisoned, they were dealt with by the masters of the Xuantian Realm.

Of course, they knew that His Majesty and His Highness didn't need help, they just wanted to admire their unparalleled fighting posture from the sidelines.

"Boom!" The terrifying power in the air raged, and a silver thunder fiercely struck at the Holy Lord.

"Boom!" The Holy Master slammed into the ground from the air.

"Puff puff puff..." mouthfuls of black blood spewed out.

The terrifying poison that had disappeared before emerged again, and the Holy Master seemed to have aged forty or fifty years in an instant.

"The poison of the ten thousand poisonous evil dragon is too domineering. If you hadn't been poisoned, Mu Fengyun, you would never have defeated me." The Holy Master said unwillingly.

"Puff puff..." On the other side, Mu Qingchen struck with countless swords.

Sheng Taoyang's pupils shrank suddenly, unable to dodge in time, he could only use all his holy power to defend.

"Shua, Shua, Shua -" Mu Qingchen unleashed a more powerful attack, his defense could only block it for a while, and then it was disintegrated.

"Boom!" In fact, the enhancement was in vain, and Mu Qingchen was still promoted to the first level at this moment, to the fourth level of spirit god.

The imposing manner was rising steadily, and he blasted towards Sheng Taoyang with the might of sweeping everything.

"Puff puff puff——" Sheng Taoyang had countless bloody cuts on his body, and he fell from the air powerlessly.

He is the holy son of the saint clan, and in the saint clan, he can make countless powerful people kill Mu Qingchen with a single order.

However, that was before, and now he was severely injured by Mu Qingchen, and there was no one available around him.

Father also lost, no one can save him.

Mu Fengyun looked at Sheng Ningyue and said, "My lady, he! I killed him."

Sheng Ningyue looked at the Holy Master with cold eyes, and said, "Fengyun, kill him if you want to."

She still has feelings for the Holy Race, but she only hates the Holy Master, and he is not worthy to be the Holy Master of the Holy Race.

The Lord said: "I also know that I must die, at least let me finish my last words before I die? My last words are related to Qingchen."

Mu Qianxi came over and said, "What last words do you have? Say it!"

They thought that the Holy Master wanted to use Mu Qingchen to threaten his life, but in fact it was not the case.

The Holy Master said: "I am very aware of Qingchen's talent. I now declare that Qingchen will become the Holy Master of the Saint Clan. I also hope that you will not destroy the Saint Clan."

"Puff puff..." Sheng Taoyang was in pain all over his body now, but his father's words almost destroyed his reason.

"Father, you really like Mu Qingchen more. Am I your biological son or is he? You didn't care about my life until you died, and instead let Mu Qingchen be your holy son." He looked at the Holy Master with eyes full of tenderness. complained.

Even if he knew that even if the Holy Master asked him to take over now, he would not be able to sit still, he was still very angry.

"I'm not interested." Mu Qingchen said flatly.

Sheng Taoyang has been the Son of God for so many years, and has always wanted to take over his father's position.

Now that this position fell on Mu Qingchen's head, he refused, which distorted his jealous face even more.

"You...you will be as loyal to Qingchen as you are to me in the future, and you should be able to save your life." The Holy Master ordered to his confidants.

Mu Fengyun said coldly: "What does my son want to do? It's not your turn to dictate, you can go to hell!"

"Pfft!" Mu Fengyun's merciless sword pierced the Holy Master's heart.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't threaten him with any life-saving hole cards, and he had completely died.

Mu Qianxi walked to Mu Qingchen's side and said, "Brother, do you feel any discomfort?"

"No!" Mu Qingchen replied.

"I'm going to kill Sheng Taoyang."

Mu Qingchen raised the sword, cut it off without hesitation, and sent the pale-faced Sheng Taoyang to accompany his father.

Blood spattered, and Sheng Taoyang's shadow suddenly changed.

The pitch black shadow enveloped Mu Qingchen, imprisoning him.

A pair of white, bloodless hands protruded from the black shadows, holding a sharp dagger, and pressed against Mu Qingchen's neck. Immediately afterwards, a pitch-black figure appeared behind Mu Qingchen like a ghost.