"The master of the Jackal Gang has arrived!"

"That's the gang leader Ming Li, the peak cultivation level of Zhan Sect!"

"Elder Zhu of Qingjiao Gang! No wonder Jackal Gang dared to take action. It turned out that he had invited the cultivator of the Spirit King Realm to help!"

"Today, the Qing Gang cannot escape and destroy it!"

Many monks of the Sin City exclaimed, showing awe, retreating from afar, and did not dare to stop them at all.

Ming Li, Elder Zhu and his party arrived, and the monks of the Jackal Gang immediately cheered, while the monks of the Green Gang looked pale with despair in their eyes!

"Qingjiao Gang, Zhu Changwei!" Zhang Qing's mouth was bitter and said in a low voice: "Senior, please leave, this person is a cultivator of the Lingwang Chu. The Jackal Gang asked him to take action. My Qing Gang cannot escape the disaster and dare not implicate the senior and suffer!"

Mo Yu's pupils contracted slightly, and his face suddenly became gloomy! His physical injuries were almost healed, but this slight difference suppressed his physical combat power at the level of the War Sect, and he was unable to compete with the Spirit King cultivator! Even if he retreated directly at this moment, he would never be able to escape from the pursuit of the Spirit King cultivator!

For a moment, his mind was turned on, but he couldn't find a way to escape, and he gradually became anxious! But soon, Mo Yu took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his mood, and his eyes showed ruthlessness! If he really had no choice but to fight to the death! He didn't believe that he had even fought against the Spirit Emperor cultivator, and would die here today!

Ming Li glanced at the scene and said in a cold voice: "Qing Gang... The leader of the gang has not yet pursued you for hurting my gang's guardians before. Today, he dares to come and provoke him. Do you really think that my gang dares not kill people! If you do not destroy your Qing Gang today, how can my gang gain a foothold in the city of sin?"

Before he could make an order to take action, Mo Yu suddenly stepped heavily under his feet, and the blood in his body fluctuated wildly, and the rich spiritual light suddenly gushed out, and his body turned into a phantom and whistled forward, his eyes were filled with cold murderous intent! His target was the cultivator of the Qingjiao Gang Lingwang! Only by killing this person can he have hope of survival!

If Mo Yu is only the peak of the ordinary war sect, there is naturally no hope for this move, but his body is strong enough to be comparable to the initial war king. Although he cannot condense the war king armor, he can also compete with the spiritual king cultivator's spell kills several times! This is the trump card in his hand. As long as he grasps the right measure, there may not be no hope of success! Although the possibility is not great, Mo Yu will never wait to die. Even if there is only one possibility, he must fight with all his strength and strive for the chance!

"Elder Zhu, this person is the peak cultivator of the Qing Gang Zhan Sect. Please kill him!" Ming Li spoke in a low voice, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Elder Zhu nodded proudly. With his spiritual king's cultivation level, killing a monk in the Battle Sect would naturally be like taking objects! He sneered and waved his sleeves, and a violent fluctuation of the Yuan power suddenly came from the void, and a black sword light appeared directly, roaring forward and slashed!

Mo Yu shouted loudly, and the qi and blood in his body became even stronger. The spiritual light on the fist suddenly became extremely dazzling. It turned into a fist armor while surging, which made his punch suddenly surge, and he faintly had a few points of the power of the sixth-level war king!

The loud "bang" sounded, and the fist armor outside his fist was broken, and a long wound appeared in his fist, but the long black sword was also shattered! Mo Yu's figure paused slightly, and his figure continued to rush forward, but his heart felt bitter! He didn't expect that the Spirit King cultivator would take action without his identity, and instantly found that his body was as strong as the King of War. If this happens, it would be almost impossible to kill him if he wanted to find an opportunity to be caught off guard!

But after taking action, it was like an arrow leaving the string, and there was no choice to turn back! If you don’t kill the enemy in this battle, you will be buried here. For a moment, Mo Yu’s aura surged outside his body, and one person charged, and endless tragedy was already born!

Zhu Changwei frowned subconsciously, but it quickly stretched out, and his eyes were filled with surprise! He killed an evil cultivator in his early years and obtained a secret method of vicious refining puppets. He was carried by the King of War as a bearer, soaked with various medicines, and applied magic tricks to refine them successfully! The puppet looks no different from ordinary people, but its body is harder but better than the past. He does not know how to be painful and fearless, and even has a strong help!

In recent years, Zhu Changwei has secretly prepared all the medicines needed to refine puppets. As long as he gets the body of the War King, he can start to refine it! However, this puppet secret technique has extremely high requirements for the body of the War King and cannot be seriously injured. Otherwise, even if the refinement is successful, the quality will be greatly reduced! In the battle of the Chaos Domain, Zhu Changwei also obtained two War King corpses, but they were both seriously injured to death and could not meet the requirements of refining puppets!

He did not expect that today, he was invited by the Jackal Gang to kill the monks of the First Battle Sect, and his body could be comparable to the King of War! As for the monks of the Battle Sect, their soul defense cannot resist the King of War Sect. As long as he wiped his soul, he could obtain a nearly perfect body in the King of War!

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhu Changwei's heart. His eyes were filled with heat when he looked at Mo Yu. The strong soul waves exploded in his body instantly. The power of the soul turned into an invisible pointed cone and instantly blasted into Mo Yu's body!

"Die!"

Mo Yu's body briefly stiffened, and his eyes instantly became dim and lost their minds. Under the inertia of his body, he rushed forward two steps and fell to the ground and lost his breath.

Zhu Changwei showed excitement on his face, but he did not come forward rashly and another soul-sharp cone blasted out! Seeing that Mo Yu's body was still moving, this person could no longer suppress his excitement. The light of the body flashed slightly and fell directly beside Mo Yu, and he wanted to take him away. The storage ring could not be stored for living people, but it was OK to put the corpse on it.

At the moment when his mind was relaxed, the "corpse" on the ground suddenly jumped up, and a punch hit his chest in Zhu Changwei's chest with a frightening gaze! The Spirit King cultivator, although his body was much stronger than that of ordinary people, was still as fragile as paper under the fist of the peak Zhanzong. With the dense sound of bone shattering, his body was thrown back and for more than ten meters to fall to the ground. Blood in the mouth and nose mixed with internal organs gushed out, and his breath disappeared.

The dignified Spirit King was actually killed in a blink of an eye! The entire space suddenly fell into dead silence at this moment! But soon, the dead silence was torn apart by the noise rising from the sky!

"The elder of the Qingjiao Gang Lingwang was killed!"

"This is going to break the sky!"

"The Qingjiao Gang will never stop!"

Ming Li's eyes suddenly widened, and his body trembled slightly because of anger and fear! The elder of the Qingjiao Gang was killed. If the murderer could not be taken down, they would all be implicated! His eyes fell on Mo Yu and said sharply: "Kill him!"

Mo Yu's eyes flashed slightly. He was not afraid of the people of the Cangjiao Gang's Spirit King cultivator. But once he was in the siege and killed, the strong Qingjiao Gang arrived, things would become extremely bad! So he stepped on his face and jumped into the air, spreading his black silver wings behind him, and his figure roared away, and in a blink of an eye, he was gone! When the Cangjiao Gang's Spirit King cultivator died, none of the remaining people could catch up with him.

Ming Li watched him escape with all his body, and the blood on his face instantly faded away. He turned around and looked at the Qing Gang monks and said sternly: "Take them down and quickly report the Qing Gang to the Qing Gang!"

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In the distance, a figure slapped his wings and roared, landing on a low mountain on the ground. Several beasts wandering around sensed the dangerous aura on his body, fled with their tails in their low roars!

Mo Yu glanced around and walked quickly into a cave in front of him. This was the residence of a mutated tiger, but there was no resistance in front of Mo Yu. He twisted his neck and threw it aside.

He sat cross-legged directly, his hand flashed slightly, and he took out a closed jade box, showing a faint joy on his face! He was bombarded by the soul power of the cultivator of the Qingjiao Gang. He was not damaged because his soul space was closed, and he tempted him to his side. He suddenly started to take action to kill him!

But in this process, Mo Yu noticed that his closed soul space had a slight looseness. Although it was very rare, it could allow him to mobilize a small amount of soul power to take out the items in the storage ring. This not only saw the dawn of opening the soul space, but also showed that he could immediately restore all his physical cultivation, and even go further! The reason is in this jade box.

Mo Yu opened the jade box, and three blood pills were lying quietly in it, each of which emitted a powerful aura fluctuations! These three blood pills were made by his killing of Jun Wuji, Tao Zhan and other three Tianhuang War King Elders that day, and used the power of the Tribulation and Killing Heavenly Bow to absorb their qi and blood. Each one contained extremely powerful power!

He took out several array flags from the storage ring again, raised his hands and placed them at the entrance of the cave to avoid the fluctuations emitted when refining the blood pill, which was noticed and caused unnecessary trouble. To accomplish this, Mo Yu picked up a first-level blood pill in the War King to swallow it!

The blood pill immediately melted into the body and turned into a powerful medicinal power, sweeping over his limbs and bones like waves! Mo Yu did not dare to be careless and hurriedly ran "Treading the Sky Nine Yang" to absorb it with all his strength! Fortunately, his body was comparable to the initial level of the Spirit King cultivator. Although he felt the pain of refining this blood pill, it was still within the tolerable range.

Three days later, the powerful trembling in the cave suddenly converged, Mo Yu's eyes opened, and a faint pressure suddenly spread! He felt the powerful power contained in every inch of flesh and blood in his body, and couldn't help but smile. After half a year, his physical injuries finally healed. With the help of the blood pill, his strength reached the peak level of the initial war king, only one step away from the intermediate war king!

Soon, Mo Yu's smile was restrained and his brows frowned slightly. It had been three days since he left the City of Sin. What is the current situation for the people of the Zhiqing Gang? The situation that day was incapable of saving people, and he just hoped that they could be fine, otherwise Mo Yu would feel a little guilty. He shook his head and restrained his thoughts, he hesitated slightly to pick up the second initial level war king blood pill and swallow it, and strive to attack the middle level of the war king!

Two days later, a light of inspiration came from afar. When passing by the low hills, the man suddenly exclaimed and hesitated to descend the escape light. After converging, a man of twenty-seven or eight years old appeared. His eyes turned and hesitated, he showed a cunning and slippery look!
Chapter completed!