"Bind yourself in a cocoon? It's you!"

Xuan Wuxin's face turned aside, as if he had made up some decision. He looked at Mu Yun with murderous intent.

It is simply embarrassing to be forced into this by Mu Yun from the fifth level of the Feather Fairyland!

But how did Mu Yun learn the secret of his Pan Tian Jing?

It was only after he practiced the Pan Tian Sutra that he knew the wonderful use of the Pan Tian Kai Tian move. It was just that Mu Yun didn't know it, so he took it out and used it. But why did Mu Yun seem to know the reason?

But at this moment, Mu Yun didn't seem to tell him the answer!

Mu Yun didn't give him any time to rest. After his words fell, he came to him again.

Gao's swordsmanship cooperated with Mu Yun's sharp attack, and Xuan Wuxin was really driven crazy.

"You're looking for death!"

In an instant, Xuan Wuxin broke away from Mu Yun's attack with one blow and retreated hundreds of meters directly.

"You are seeking death, I will help you, Mu Yun!"

Xuan Wuxin's face turned cold, and there was a blood mark of a ghost claw on his abdomen.

"Can't hold on?"

Seeing that the Netherworld Ghost Claws that he had attacked before were revealed at this moment, Mu Yun smiled slightly and put away his long sword.

He wants to see what will happen to Xuan Wuxin next!

"My disciples in Hanging Mountain are all selected from thousands of miles away. How could you know the power of Hanging Mountain?"

As Xuan Wuxin opened his mouth, he spitted three mouthfuls of essence and blood in his palm.

The essence and blood spread directly and invaded Xuan Wuxin's palm.

Immediately afterwards, a blood light appeared, and a strange mark appeared in Xuan Wuxin's palm.

The mark fell directly into the palm of his hand, and Xuan Wuxin's five fingers formed claws. With a squirting sound, he actually grabbed his heart with one claw.

A puff sound rang out, and blood splashed out from Xuan Wuxin's chest, looking very terrifying.

"What the hell is this?"

Seeing this scene, some people around were immediately shocked.

"Holy beast demon soul!"

When Tian Wuyan saw this scene, his face turned pale and he couldn't help but say to himself.

"Mu Yun, do you know that the Blood Core Plan of Hanging Mountain has not all failed. Although it is not a success, it has cultivated a large number of excellent geniuses. I, Xuan Wuxin, are one of them, haha..."

Xuan Wuxin laughed loudly, his palm fell from his chest, and the blood-flowing chest sounded a thud.

One!

Two!

Three!

Three full tentacles spread out from Xuan Wuxin's chest.

Those three tentacles looked as hard as the horns of cattle and sheep.

"Mu Yun, this is my Xuan Wuxin who combines the three horns of the seventh-level holy beast-the triangular evil spirit with his body with his body. Today, I say you will die, and you will die!"

Xuan Wuxin laughed, but the three horns extended.

In the end, the three horns grew to a hundred meters long, and the top was connected by a meridian of Xuan Wuxin, and they floated directly in front of Xuan Wuxin.

The three horns looked more like attacking claws, surrounding each other.

But this claw has undoubtedly expanded hundreds of times.

The power, of course, needless to say!

"Mu Yun, kill you, I'm just too lazy to do it!"

"Pooh!"

Hearing this, Mu Yun spat and said, "Warriors cultivate bloodlines by relying on their own understanding of bloodlines. Like you, they forcibly plunder and mix the essence and blood of other holy beasts and even divine beasts with themselves. What they can eventually form is nothing more than such a person, no one is a ghost or ghost!"

"Look at yourself now, do you have a little human form?"

"What do you know?"

Xuan Wuxin said ridiculously: "Use the bloodline of the holy beast to gain strong strength. When the strength is strong in the future, do you still have to worry about these things?"

"You're just leaving an evil realm!"

"Only those who live can tell the truth that the dead have no chance to tell the right or wrong!"

"You're right!"

Mu Yun was too lazy to get involved with him. He took one step and the dust flew up under his feet, flapping. The dust, Wuchen, rose by itself, made Mu Yun look a little more dusty.

Since that's the case, there is only war!

He completely understood that in the Hanging Mountain now, there seemed to be someone secretly controlling it, making the entire Hanging Mountain smoky.

Using the bloodline of holy beasts and divine beasts to stimulate the potential of warriors is simply a mischief.

He absorbed the essence and blood of the seven-colored dragon that day, and his body contained dragon blood, which was probably because of the function of the Nine Spirits to seize the Heavenly Monument.

This made him not look like he was not a human or a ghost.

But the Hanging Mountain is not a strange thing like the Nine Spirits Monument, which is like a world-class object like the Heavenly Earth.

"Why do you need to say more about dying people?"

Xuan Wuxin took one step forward, and the three horns grabbed Mu Yun directly.

A crackling sound rang out, and the three horns formed a claw directly, grabbing Mu Yun.

The sound of ding ding sound rang out, and Mu Yun relied on the bitter sword and held on, but the attack rate of the three claws was too fast.

Mu Yun thought that his sword skills were fast enough.

But under those three horns, it is still difficult to support!

Xuan Wuxin giggled and came directly to kill the sword in his hand.

Suddenly, Mu Yun's pressure increased.

It's just that, but Xuan Wuxin's degree also gained the increase of the triangular evil antel at this moment, becoming even more bloodthirsty.

"For some reason, my triangle actually caused a hint of horror to you. Mu Yun, there is something shameful in your body, right?"

Dragon Blood!

The instinctive resistance and fear of the holy beast against the divine beast.

Xuan Wuxin reminded Mu Yun in one sentence.

With a slight smile, Mu Yun stepped out and a golden body of glass appeared all over his body.

Colorful Glazed Gold Body!

The colorful glazed gold body with the blood of the dragon may not be as defensive as the blood glazed gold body he practiced, but at this moment, the aura with a faint dragon power made the three horns hesitate for a moment.

Mu Yun seized the opportunity and directly counterattacked.

The sword of bitter love was slashed out, and a puff sound rang out. How tough can the seemingly hard horns beneath the virtual immortal weapon?

Mu Yun slashed out the continuous fast sword, and the three horns were already covered with scars.

At this moment, Xuan Wuxin became depressed.

A trace of blood couldn't help but burst out from the corner of his mouth.

He hates it!

For some reason, every attack he attacked was cleverly resolved by Mu Yun.

This made him very upset!

At this moment, the seeds planted by Mu Yun before seemed to be vaguely suppressed.

"While suppressing the three-style killing moves I gave you just now, you control the horns of the triangular evil antel, and you also want to kill me. Do you think you are a god?"

Seeing that Xuan Wuxin could not hold on, Mu Yun mocked.

"you......"

Xuan Wuxin wanted to refute it, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited blood directly.

On the surface of his body, cracks appeared, which seemed to be broken by ghost claws, or like ghost palms breaking, or even more like being shaken alive.

He was already defeated!

"Senior Brother Xuan!"

However, Mu Yun was about to go up and kill Xuan Wuxin directly, but suddenly a figure rushed out and blocked Xuan Wuxin directly.

"Bai Jue!"
To be continued...