"Ha ha……"

When Yun Lang heard Mu Yun's words, he burst into laughter.

"Didn't the relationship between you and me end long ago?"

Yun Lang laughed loudly, and his right hand clenched into a fist, and punched Mu Yun directly.

Seeing this scene, Mu Yun knew that if he continued to talk, it was just nonsense. Only by killing can the problem be solved.

Seeing Yun Lang coming, Mu Yun suddenly thought of the little things between the two of them in the past, and his mind flashed, expelling all the pictures.

"Blood Crystal Explosion!"

A roar fell, and suddenly, Mu Yun dragged out his hands, and a blood crystal condensed by blood core and blood beads directly impacted at this moment.

The blood crystal explosion has never been used since he reached the divine realm.

This is the first time that after devouring the soul-controlling talent of the Blood Owl clone, this is the first time that this is the unique skill.

Mu Yun was sure at this moment that this attack was enough to kill Yun Lang.

boom……

In an instant, a roar sounded, and suddenly, a deafening roar filled the entire hall at this moment.

The hall, which originally looked pretty neat, was destroyed in this moment. The entire hall was filled with strong blood and violent devouring power.

"ah……"

Suddenly, a scream spread.

After listening carefully, the scream came from Yunlang.

The blood crystal burst, and a hissing sound rang out, sending blood arrows, piercing Yun Lang's body layer by layer.

The blood was dripping, and the smell of blood was spreading at this moment.

Mu Yun looked at the figure and frowned slightly, but in the end, he didn't move, and looked at Yun Lang's body and disappeared into the blood crystal explosion.

He once caused the blood to condense blood and blood, and the explosion was terrifying.

Later, the blood nucleus was obtained and fused into the body, causing the blood nucleus and blood beads to combine and turn into blood crystals. The power of the blood crystal was unparalleled.

What's more, he now has integrated the soul-controlling talent of the Blood Owl clone, and the power of the bloodline and the blood crystal explosion are completely beyond the limit.

Yun Lang's entire body disappeared in the explosion, but his right hand was quietly floating in front of Mu Yun at this moment.

"It's mine, it's mine anyway, you can't take it away!"

Mu Yun touched his palm gently.

Buzz...

But at this moment, in the hall, suddenly, a ray of light flashed, and the right hand was blowing without wind. At this moment, he moved on his own and returned to the mural.

Mu Yun's face changed and he reached out to grab it, but then his figure disappeared into the hall.

The next moment, Mu Yun looked around, extremely cautious.

This seems to be the world inside the mural.

However, there is no feeling in this world.

The clothes were clearly moving, but there was no coldness as the wind, and the sun shone brightly, but there was no warmth of the sun.

Very strange!

Mu Yun stood on the ground and looked around.

Here, rows of thatched huts stand quietly. Looking closely, there are no more or less, a total of eighteen thatched huts.

Mu Yun walked forward and looked at the eighteen thatched huts, but found that there was a big difference.

Except for the first thatched hut, the doors in other rooms were locked.

Mu Yun walked out of the first thatched hut, opened the door and entered the yard.

"Is anyone?"

Looking at the house, Mu Yun couldn't help but speak.

However, no one answered.

Mu Yun saw that his right hand was lying quietly on the stone table in the middle of the yard, motionless.

"Is anyone?"

Mu Yun shouted again, but no one paid attention to it.

He shook his head, walked to the table, and his palm touched the right hand.

"If you don't want to die, it's better not to move!"

At this moment, a slightly cold voice suddenly rang out.

A creak sounded, the door of the thatched hut opened, and a man in a black figure stepped out.

The man had white hair, like snow, reflecting gold and silver light in the sun. His handsome face looked like a young man in his early twenties, wearing a loose white long gown and holding his hands behind him, looking very calm.

What attracted Mu Yun the most was that white hair, which was very handsome.

"I just asked if anyone else!"

Mu Yun turned around and looked at the person and said, "Since you are here, I will say goodbye!"

After the words fell, Mu Yun's palm was about to touch the right hand, but the man said, "I don't want to die, leave something!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun smiled and said, "Sorry, this is my thing, why should I stay?"

"your?"

The white-haired man sneered and said, "Do you know, how many people want this thing? Do you think it is yours? How do you prove it?"

"It's simple!"

Mu Yun smiled and said, "I can cause its reaction!"

Mu Yun said, waved his left hand and stared at the right hand with his left eye. Suddenly, the right hand, which was originally placed quietly on the table, was floating up at this moment, even with a hint of joy and encouragement.

The white-haired man was completely stunned when he saw this scene.

"Who are you?"

The white-haired man looked at Mu Yun and shouted: "This is the arm of Mu Yun, the prince of the Mu clan. How could you trigger it? It's impossible!"

"Who are you?"

Mu Yun asked back: "This is my secret, so I can't tell you!"

"Your secret?"

The white-haired man waved his palm, and suddenly, Mu Yun felt a powerful aura sweeping in his body, blocking all the power in his body.

At this moment, he could not communicate with anyone at all.

The person in front of you is strong!

Very strong!

But Mu Yun didn't want to sit still and wait for death.

Even if the Zhuxian Picture and the Holy Monument cannot be activated, he still has blood talent.

A devouring breath suddenly surged.

"Huh? The blood talent of the Patriarch tribe swallowed? Are you a member of the Patriarch?"

The white-haired man suddenly stopped and looked at Mu Yun, becoming more and more confused.

"That's right!"

Mu Yun was gasping for breath at this moment, looking at the white-haired man in front of him, and said, "The blood talent of the Mu tribe cannot be copied by others. I think you should know!"

The white-haired man locked his eyebrows.

"You go!"

Suddenly, the white-haired man said, "I won't kill you, you can go!"

"Don't kill me?"

"You are a child of the Herd Clan. I won't kill you, but you can't take this trick out!"

The white-haired man said seriously: "As a child of the Mu clan, you should know that Mu Yun, the former genius of the Mu clan, belongs to him. I will not give it to anyone who comes!"

"The reason I told you this is because you are a herd tribe. If you spread it, I will definitely kill you!"

"Yes, this is my thing!"

Mu Yun said laughingly and cryingly at this moment: "I am Mu Yun!"

"Um?"

The white-haired man looked at Mu Yun with cold eyes and a sense of evil spirit immediately enveloped Mu Yun.
To be continued...