Record of Chaos

　　 Then this group of silver **** actually spread the spirit!

　　 This kind of practice is quite strange in the demon world, but it is not so strange that there is a huge Fa-cultivation sect of the Five Elements Sect in the human world. Mu Yuan and his magic weapon were originally one. If he can transmit divine consciousness himself, then his destiny magic weapon is also possible.

　　 This divine idea immediately spread to everyone in the teleportation hall. The meaning it expresses is also very simple: all of you monks and formation masters in the teleportation hall, if you obediently exit the gate, they can live. If you stay in the temple after ten breaths, then all that are left will die!

　　 Not only that, the silver ball is still constantly releasing divine minds, and it began a breath-like countdown:

　　 "One breath."

　　 "Two interest."

　　 "Three breaths!"

　　 At the same time, a tall monk wearing a straight robe and holding an iron sword walked out of the dark curtain at the door. He didn't stay at the door for a long time. He seemed to think that blocking the door would hinder the escape of these people, so he walked diagonally into the teleportation hall, leaving the road leading to the entrance.

　　 "Crazy!" A slender demon with a black face woke up and laughed wildly. The appearance of this silver ball stunned everyone. But in fact, when he swept away his spiritual knowledge, he found that the monk who came in was only a Void Pill, and he found it extremely ridiculous.

　　 There are five Xudan monks in this temple, and more than ten foundation-building monks. Couldn't this one be saved?

　　 There are still many formation masters in the hall, but they are still seriously repairing the teleportation formation. Frightened by this spirit, they all stayed for a while, but immediately resumed their work. After all, repairing this teleportation array involves whether they can survive, and none of them wants to delay a moment.

"This is Human Realm Law Cultivation." The black thin face Xu Dan Yaoxiu who had shouted madly recognized this point, "His man and magic weapon, you only need to win one and you will be defeated. I will take him. If the magic weapon is destroyed, you just need to rush up to deal with him."

　　 After speaking, he sneered and drew on the eyebrows with his fingernails, and immediately there was a trace of blood on his eyebrows. At the same time, a sticky group of dark red plasma gushed from the center of his eyebrows, constantly changing in shape, giving birth to many tentacles, like an octopus swimming in the water, swimming towards the silver ball at a rapid speed.

　　He is one of the blood art of the Demon Realm, named "Unclean Blood Art". This blood was not ordinary blood in his body, but he used his own blood to join the power of filth to continuously condense it. Usually hidden in the body, it can be mobilized during battle.

　　 This specially condensed blood is not filthy in itself, but for the magic weapon, it is extremely filthy. As long as any magic weapon is attached a little bit, its spirit will resolve itself, the spirit will be lost and be taken away by his dirty blood.

　　 So this technique is best at dealing with magic weapons. And this five-element patriarchal cultivation, as long as the destiny magic weapon is defiled, it will suffer severe damage. This is also where he is confident that he can win this person's cultivation.

Just when his filthy blood ball was approaching the silver ball, his mind moved, and the blood flew away. The splashed water scatters into countless drops of blood towards the silver ball. Cover it.

　　 No matter where it flees, no matter how it resists, it will inevitably stick to a little bit of this filthy blood. This is the real catching turtle in the urn.

　　 Unexpectedly, when his filthy blood was dispersed, the silver ball burst into an explosion, turning into countless soybean-sized silver droplets, bursting out all around.

　　 What's even more bizarre is that each of these scattered silver droplets seems to have wisdom, flying out of the gap of blood, without a trace of adhesion.

　　 These silver droplets flew at extreme speed, making a whistling sound in the air, hitting those demons like a rain of bullets. Several base-building demon repairers who could not evade were smashed into a beehive in an instant and died on the spot.

　　 At the same time, Mu Yuan himself was surrounded by five or six demon repairs. His face remained unchanged, and the iron sword in his hand suddenly pierced out, and he straightened the eyebrows of a demon holding a pair of short knives in the middle of him.

　　 The man hurriedly crossed the swords to block, a series of sharp noises hissed, and the three weapons staggered in the air, splashing out a line of sparks. The demon Xiu separated his iron sword with a single knife, and then stabbed another short knife into the opponent's abdomen, but he felt as if he had been punched in his left cheek. A silver pill popped in and drilled out of his right temple, and he died immediately.

　　 With five or six people besieging one person, Mu Yuan concentrated on dealing with one of them, and if the other four or five people were smashed with swords and swords, he would have ended his life long ago.

But these people are full of silver pills flying wildly. Even if these silver pills do not fly to the front, they feel uncomfortable, as if they are being attacked by these silver pills all over their body, and they can't use their moves at all. Surgery.

　　 After Mu Yuan killed one person in an instant, the encirclement was actually solved, but he was not in a hurry to get out, but openly turned the tip of the sword and killed another person.

　　 There is nothing weird about his swordsmanship, only simple and vigorous, calm and atmospheric, but countless silver pills are flying in the air, flying with his sword intent. Surrounded by the crowd, in the shadows of the swords and swords, with one enemy, there is no wind.

　　He is still spreading divine thoughts:

　　 "The seventh breath!"

　　 "The Eighth Breath!"

　　 Almost every breath, he killed a demon repair, mercilessly. Some demon cultivators died under the flowing silver of his life, and some were stabbed to death by his iron sword.

　　 Although his divine consciousness is not strong, his fear of counting down from one breath to another is extremely strong. Coupled with the raw water and silver flying in the air like a torrential rain, some people finally couldn't bear it, and fled outside the door. The leaders among them are those who are repairing the teleportation array.

　　 Mu Yuan said that he must do it. Anyone who flees, not only did not have any silver bullets falling on him, but these silver bullets were far away when they saw them. This made all the demon cultivators who wanted to escape but hadn't escaped greatly increased their sense of security at once.

　　 As long as you escape, you can survive!

　　 With the four Xudan monks in this temple, plus more than ten foundation-building monks, if they cooperate properly, it is definitely not a problem to win Mu Yuan together.

　　 But Mu Yuan killed a few people in a row, first made a noise, and left them a way to survive. As long as someone runs, the remaining people will want to stay at the end and definitely suffer, so no matter how strong they are, they will run first.

　　 At this critical moment, few people care about without the teleportation array, it will be difficult for them to escape the city. After all, the destruction of the city is a future thing, and this fierce spirit can be close at hand.

　　The power was like a bank breach, and the teleportation hall became empty in a blink of an eye, and there was only one person left. It was the black face-lifted demon cultivator who manipulated the "filthy blood". At this time, the dirty blood released from the center of his eyebrows did not splash around anymore, but floated in the air to form a weird blood film, just like the flesh film in a certain biological body, covering all around his body.

　　 Mu Yuan's raw water flowing silver can also feel the filthy breath in the blood film, and he dare not touch it directly. This is also the reason why this black-faced demon survived till now.

　　 But he didn't flee because he was loyal to Kapok.

　　 Mu Yuan's magic weapon's lethality opened his eyes. He is close to the opponent's realm, with five colors of virtual pill, and his filthy blood technique can just restrain the opponent's magic weapon. Once this magic weapon is contaminated by his magic, its weird lethality will also be incorporated into the foul blood. This is the best opportunity for him to increase the power of the foul blood. Of course he is not willing to leave easily.

　　 "Your magic weapon can't attack me, I would like to see how you cope with my attack!" He sneered, his blood surged, and an evil **** breath burst out.

　　 Gou Zhuo did not see the grandeur of the last two competitions. He immediately felt relieved when he saw Mu Yuan slaughter in a group of people.

　　 "Mu Yuan, this kid, hasn't seen him in a few years, has become so amazing?"

　　 This fight is not easy. He thought there was no way to deal with the more than a dozen demon repairs guarding the teleportation formation alone. So he kept following with the blue cold puppet. In case Mu Yuan is in danger, immediately send someone to help.

　　 But Mu Fei has been used up, and there are fewer and fewer manpower left. Tong Yao must stay to deal with Kapok, only Wood and himself can help.

　　 Unexpectedly, Mu Yuan's strength is amazing, dealing with this group of people is simply a crushing advantage. There was no need for him to observe, so he recalled the Lan Han puppet and sent it to the city lord's mansion to monitor the movement of the kapok. Everything is available now, just waiting for the kapok to come out.

　　 Lan Han Ling Puppet sneaked back to the City Lord’s Mansion again, hiding in a place where it was difficult for Kapok to detect her every move~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, she didn't have any thoughts to pay attention to whether there were eyes and ears around her. The formation master and other monks who escaped from the teleportation array made her jump into a rage.

　　 "One? The other party has only one person, and it's not the Purple Mansion, so you all escaped? Sick! You are all sick!"

　　 Although she was extremely anxious, she calmly thought about the situation. There hasn't been any news from Huaxue, and it seems that this guy may not be able to succeed.

　　 The blood refiner is attacking the gate in full swing. They could rush in at any time and ruin everything about her. Withered Wood Rong is obsessed with refining his blood-seeking compass, and no one can go over and disturb him.

　　 Now the teleportation formation is also lost, in case those people destroy the formation...

　　 She thinks this is unlikely, but she is still upset. But no matter how many people the other party came in, they just wanted to escape through the teleportation array. This is not difficult, the big deal is that she can take them away after she repairs the teleportation formation.

　　 The problem is to stabilize them first, or simply let them be "stable" forever. You must have one of the two, and you must not let them add chaos to yourself.

　　 "The Array Master stayed, stayed in my house and never left one step." Although Kapok wanted to devour these lives, she still resisted. After she got the teleportation array back, she still needed these people to continue repairing.

　　 "As for you," she pointed to the few demon cultivators who had escaped, "Give me all to guard the gate of Qingfeng Tower, and if you dare to retreat without authorization, kill without mercy!"

After 　　 was assigned, she knew that the teleportation formation could only be dispatched to retake it herself. She sighed, and whispered: "The two sisters of the Guo family, come out. Go with your sister and kill those sneaky people. We will go back."