The magic gun that Mu Xue threw out was a bit similar to the magic weapon of the old demon Fengyue Demon, but its power and aura were far from each other.

This gun is a natal magic weapon that Fengyue Old Demon personally refined for Mu Xue. It is definitely much stronger than ordinary top-level ancient treasures.

The old man with a pockmarked face saw the magic gun flying towards him with lightning and thunder. His power was terrifying, and his face looked a little ugly, and he immediately threw out a white brocade handkerchief.

The white brocade swelled up hundreds of meters wide in the storm, and firmly covered the attacking magic gun with lightning speed, defending against most of the impact.

"Hiss!"

However, the old man Mazi underestimated the power of Muxue's natal magic weapon. Jinpa was actually torn apart by the tip of the magic gun, and the magic gun wrapped in Jinpa was very likely to rush out of the Jinpa.

Seeing that his top ancient treasure "Qunyuanpa" was torn apart by a magic gun, the old man Mazi was both frightened and painful, and shouted at another black-faced old man: "Second brother, why are you still standing there? Get on!"

"I know, brother!"

The black-faced old man stared at Mu Xue's tall and white legs on her chest, smiled obscenely, and sacrificed an ancient treasure in the shape of a fan.

"Golden Wire Fan, Open!"

The black-faced old man let out a low shout and slowly opened the fan magic weapon.

"Swish swish swish!"

Suddenly, a large amount of golden silk threads were like a giant net, covering Mu Xue's entire body.

Mu Xue's pretty face changed color. Before she could react, her whole body was tightly tied up by dense golden silk threads, unable to move, and even the operation of spiritual power was seriously hindered.

The blood-colored magic spear that was about to penetrate the Canyuanpa had become greatly reduced after losing its spiritual power and was shaking.

"Oops!"

Mu Xue thought to herself that it was not good. She struggled hard, but she just couldn't break free from these golden silk threads.

"Haha, my second brother is doing it beautifully." The old man Mazi rubbed his hands excitedly when he saw Mu Xue's delicate appearance being tied up, and rushed towards Mu Xue like a wolf or a tiger.

"Brother, I'm so anxious that I can't eat hot tofu, so let's kidnap this woman first."

The black-faced old man said this and couldn't wait to rush over, preparing to touch it for a few more times.

Seeing the two vulgar old men rushing over, the other Nascent Soul cultivators on the battlefield were each in a anxious battle and could not spare their hands to save themselves.

Mu Xue's pretty face turned pale and her delicate body trembled slightly. She would rather die than be humiliated. She was about to leave the Nascent Soul.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

Several extremely sharp golden sword lights suddenly flew from afar, cutting off the golden silk thread bound to Mu Xue.

The golden fan in the black-faced old man's hand roared and cracked directly.

"No, my golden silk fan!" The black-faced old man shouted violently, revealing an extremely painful expression.

Mu Xue regained her movement power, sweat beads oozing from her fair neck, and she felt scared and had no time to see who saved her, so she shouted: "Thank you, little girl, fellow Taoist, thank you for helping me!"

"Who? How dare you ruin my good deeds and destroy my ancient treasure!" The black-faced old man was furious.

"die!"

Responding to him was a lightning storm like a wave, attacking the black-faced old man at an almost weird speed.

After a closer look, the red and golden lightning storm was actually formed by a large number of sword lights.

"Second brother, be careful!" The old man Mazi shouted loudly, but it was too late.

"Boom!"

A thunder sounded, and the black-faced old man was strangled into a storm by the Jiuli Sword Formation, and his body collapsed and turned into a blood mist.

When the old man with black face was killed as soon as he met, the old man with pockmark was so scared that he was scattered.

Mu Xue also widened her eyes, her pretty face full of shock. In the battlefield at present, even Xuanyuan Hong, who is the strongest, does not have the ability to kill the early stage of the Nascent Soul cultivator so easily, right?

The old man with black-faced face flew out and escaped with fear.

The old man Mazi was about to escape from a distance, when a young man in a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him, recalled eighty-one sword lights, and attacked the old man Mazi directly.

"not good!"

The old man Mazi took a breath of cold air and immediately sacrificed the damaged Kuangyuanpa, protected him in front of him, trying to resist the attack of these strange sword lights.

Unfortunately, ideas are beautiful, reality is cruel.

"boom!"

Qian Yuanpa didn't even hold on for half a second, and was shattered into powder by a large amount of sword light.

Immediately afterwards, eighty-one sword lights strangled towards the old man Mazi.

"ah!!!"

The old man Mazi had no ability to resist and was strangled into a scum by the sword light.

After the young man in white killed the two of them instantly, he turned around and looked at Mu Xue.

"It's you!" Mu Xue's delicate body trembled, shocked and angry.

Didn’t Shen Lang disappear six years ago? Why did he suddenly appear? His cultivation level even broke through the middle stage of the Nascent Soul!

Mu Xue can't forget some of the things this man did to him. He always feels ashamed and annoyed whenever he thinks about it. Shen Lang saved the life of the old demon Fengyue. Mu Xue's resentment towards him was not so strong, but she just couldn't forget it.

"Miss Muxue, Shen saved you once today, and you and I will not owe each other." Shen Lang said lightly.

"Bastard, it's different things for you to save me and I'm molested. I won't admit it!" Mu Xuejiao shouted, her pretty face turned red, and her emotions suddenly became excited.

Shen Lang was a little speechless. This woman was too stubborn. He did do something too much to Mu Xue, but Shen Lang thought he had compensated.

Maybe for Mu Xue, Shen Lang will never be able to compensate for some things.

"Let's talk about it later. Shen cleaned up these Donglin people first."

After saying that, Shen Lang rushed into the battle group and flew towards Jiang Hai first.

Jiang Hai was exploring magic weapons to fight with an old man from Donglin with a scar on his face, and the battle was fierce.

Although Jiang Hai's magical powers are not weaker than those of the other party, he is already over 930 years old. His spiritual power is not as strong as those of the other party in both physical and physical bodies, and the situation is one-sided.

Seeing that the senior brother was in a bad situation, Shen Lang rushed over quickly, stretched his right palm, and an ice crystal hill was spinning at high speed in his palm.

"Bingpo Mountain, go!"

Shen Lang shouted softly, threw the Bingpo Mountain in his hand at the early stage of the Donglin Nascent Soul cultivator with a scar on his face, and exerted a stream of spiritual power.

"Buzz!"

Bingpo Mountain suddenly expanded and turned into a giant ice crystal mountain that was 1,000 meters high, with cold light shining everywhere.

"Ice...Bingpo Mountain!"

Seeing the Ice Crystal Mountain coming, the old man with scarred scalp was so scared that his scalp was numb. The Nascent Soul Cultivator in Donglin naturally knew Bingpo Mountain, one of the three most treasures in Donglin.

The old man with Scar didn't have time to think about why Bingpo Mountain was in the hands of Yunjian people. In panic, he used magic weapons to try to resist the collision of Bingpo Mountain. However, this was useless, and the huge Bingpo Mountain was not shaken at all.

Immediately afterwards, the old man with Scar felt the terrifying power of Bingpo Mountain at all distances, and his body directly shattered into ice residue.
Chapter completed!