A gust of cold wind blew by, giving me goosebumps all over my body.
Yang Haoran had no idea of escape.
Because he knew very well that with the strength gap between him and Mu Huaquan, escaping would be in vain.
If you don't run...
Haha, it seems I can die with more dignity.
Now Yang Haoran has exhausted his means and has nothing left to use.
With the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage, even a self-destruction cannot cause any harm to a strong person in the Nascent Soul Stage.
"Now that there is no turtle shell, why don't we just come over and capture him without mercy!
Give me everything you have on you!"
Mu Huaquan's eyes were fiery. In the spiritual world, complete spiritual weapons are rare.
With the strength of their Mu family, if it weren't for chance, they would never have a spiritual weapon in their lifetime.
Once he has the spiritual weapon in hand, Mu Huaquan is confident to fight against the strong men in the late Nascent Soul stage!
Yang Haoran had already put away the Fantian Seal and sneered at Mu Huaquan in mid-air.
"Want a spiritual weapon? Just dream.
Even if you kill me, you won't get anything from me.
Even if I destroy everything, I still can't give you a break!"
Mu Huaquan became angry with shame, and Nascent Soul's pressure instantly erupted, shrouding Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran sneered disdainfully and moved his body deliberately.
"You want to use coercion to suppress me, are you worthy?"
Yang Haoran's current soul is no weaker than that of the Nascent Soul stage, so he is naturally not afraid of Mu Huaquan's pressure.
Mu Huaquan was shocked, but even more frightened.
There are really too many weird things about Yang Haoran. Does he have some unknown background?
But the more this happens, the harder it is for this child to stay!
Only by eradicating the root cause can he feel at ease.
"Okay, if you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink.
I don’t care who supports you, you must die today, no one can save you!"
Mu Hua gathered all the power of the Nascent Soul, and it was not too late to kill Yang Haoran and then find the spiritual weapon.
Yang Haoran held his head high, with no trace of fear on his face.
Azi's voice sounded slowly.
"Boy, I was very optimistic about you.
I didn't expect it to come to an end so soon, I can only wish you a good pregnancy."
The corner of Yang Haoran's mouth twitched, this Ah Zi was so angry that he wouldn't pay for it with his life.
"Go to hell!"
Following Mu Huaquan's violent shout, the power of the Nascent Soul with a destructive aura fell towards Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran sighed and looked indifferent.
Anyway, he is dead, so why are you looking so sad?
Anyway, it will only be a matter of time, and I am afraid that I will die without even feeling the pain.
Seeing that the power of Nascent Soul was about to fall on Yang Haoran.
Another force enveloped Yang Haoran first and pulled Yang Haoran's body out for tens of meters at an extremely fast speed.
The power of the Nascent Soul fell on the ground where Yang Haoran was originally standing, making a bang.
Then smoke and dust filled the air, and a large deep pit with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared.
"You bastard, why don't you know how to run? I have never taught such a stupid apprentice like you!"
In front of Yang Haoran, the man who didn't have enough money stood angrily with his hands on his hips.
Yang Haoran suddenly looked aggrieved.
"I really want to run, but I can't!
I am a Nascent Soul, do you think there is a possibility of me escaping?"
If you don't have enough money, you will look down upon him.
"Whether you run away or not is one thing, attitude is very important.
You are giving up on yourself. If I had known this, there would be no need for me to save you!
You have lost the face of my Tianji Sect.”
Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief at this time.
Although he has never seen money taken seriously enough.
But he believed that Azi's judgment was not wrong. This guy was definitely a master of hiding things.
No matter what happens, there is no problem in saving him.
He suddenly laughed and said: "If I were killed by someone, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing for Tianjimen?
In fact, you should think about it the other way around.
The disciples in the foundation-building stage of Tianjimen faced off against the strong men in the Nascent Soul stage.
I'm afraid only the Tianji Sect can possess this kind of spirit."
Money Is Not Enough smiled obscenely: "What you said seems to make sense!"
But his face changed very quickly and he glared.
"You have such a bullshit spirit, you are overestimating your capabilities, trying to block the car with your arms, get out of here!"
Although Yang Haoran was scolded, he felt happy in his heart.
After seeing that there was not enough money, I felt an inexplicable sense of security.
He hurriedly hid behind the man who didn't have enough money.
At this time, Mu Huaquan had already chased after him, glaring at the lack of money.
"Fat man, get away.
That kid killed my direct descendant, and I must cut him into pieces today to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"
"Who are you calling fat? I originally planned to make money by being friendly, but it seems that this road will not work!"
"Looking for death! Are you afraid you don't know who I am!"
Mu Huaquan looked vicious and punched out, using the power of Nascent Soul again.
If you don't have enough money, you will look like you are scared and retreating.
"Hey, it's so amazing, it's actually Nascent Soul Qiqi.
This is planning to kill me!"
Mu Huaquan laughed ferociously: "If you don't know how to advance or retreat, you will die unjustly!"
But before Mu Huaquan could finish speaking, the expression on his face suddenly froze.
The power of the Nascent Soul that he exerted was immediately in front of the person who didn't have enough money, and a mirror suddenly appeared in his hand.
It just blocked the power of Nascent Soul.
Without any sound, the power of Nascent Soul suddenly disappeared and got into the mirror.
"Tianjijing, you don't have enough money from Tianjimen!"
If you don’t have enough money, the fat on your face will tremble when you smile.
"You have some sense. Since you know how powerful I am, why don't you come over and kneel down to beg for mercy.
Just pay me tens of thousands of spiritual stones, and let’s forget about it!”
Mu Huaquan's face was filled with uncertainty and he let out a sneer.
“No one in the spiritual world knows that if you don’t have enough money, you will only cheat.
Your ability to escape is excellent, but your ability to fight is still far behind!
If you want spiritual stones, go to the Lord of Hell!"
Because the Tianji Mirror that didn't have enough money could swallow the power of the Nascent Soul, Mu Huaquan did not use the power of the Nascent Soul anymore, but took out a sword and charged towards the person who didn't have enough money.
"My apprentice is not good, the wind is blowing!
This guy is powerful, so we should avoid his sharp edges and not fight him forcefully!"
Yang Haoran was stunned for a moment. He thought he didn't have enough money and wanted to show off his power.
Unexpectedly, I picked him up and ran away at a shocking speed.
Mu Huaquan even thought that if he didn't have enough money, it would be an embroidered pillow, so he pursued it vigorously.
But soon Mu Huaquan discovered that the speed of not having enough money did not seem to be fast, but no matter how he accelerated, the distance between not having enough money and not having enough money never changed much.
The speed of a strong person in the Nascent Soul stage is extremely terrifying.
In a short time, we were far away from Weiyang City and arrived in the deserted wilderness.
Mu Huaquan shouted arrogantly: "Damn fat man, you can't escape. I will make Tianji Sect disappear today!"
Just after Mu Huaquan finished shouting, "Not enough money" suddenly stopped, turned around and smiled non-stop towards Mu Huaquan.
