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Chapter 422 Spike

"Hehe. The new disciple of the Formation Sect is really extraordinary. Even your companions can't do anything to you." A cold smile accompanied by a yellow light, a young man with a fierce face walked out of the darkness. Mu Yu had seen this young man before.

This person was the person who was following Zhou Jinglin at the beginning. This person's aura was very cold, and his spiritual energy fluctuations were very strong. He was clearly a Talisman Master in the out-of-body stage!

Nanxing Taoist Temple was attacked late at night, and many houses were on fire. The fire illuminated the entire Nanxing Taoist Temple as bright as day. Thick smoke billowed everywhere, and shouts and fights were heard.

"What a powerful talisman, it can actually control them." Mu Yu said solemnly.

Gu Fei and Jing Yucheng were restrained by a piece of talisman paper on their foreheads, and strange green talisman patterns appeared on their faces, crisscrossing all over their bodies. Their eyes were dull, and they obviously had no sense of autonomy.

"The Divine Soul Talisman is not something that two mere Golden Core Stages can escape. You escaped. You are indeed a person who can become an innate disciple." The young man sneered.

"How could Feng Mu be so virtuous that he could be cared about by an out-of-body formation master?" Mu Yu said calmly. He had no intention of looking down on his opponent. If it was someone like Luo Feilong or Ji Wenkai,

, he naturally won't take it to heart, but the other party's cultivation level is higher than his, so he has to be cautious.

Talisman masters, like formation masters, have higher combat power than ordinary cultivators. Although Mu Yu cannot treat him as an ordinary cultivator, he has never been in contact with a talisman master before and does not know what the opponent's methods are.

"I heard that the Formation Sect wants to send a golden elixir-level innate disciple to deal with our Fu Sect people. I would like to know how a golden elixir-level person can compete with me?" the young man said with a smile.

The fighting outside continued, but at this moment, He Tianqiang's voice resounded through the entire Nanxing Taoist Temple again: "Haha! Nanxing old man, your disciples, disciples, and grandsons have all been controlled by me. I don't see how you can fight against me alone."

!Hurry up and capture us!"

"He Tianqiang, you are despicable and shameless!" Nan Xing Taoist was shocked and angry, but with a loud explosion, a figure fell down, blasting the wall next to Mu Yu into pieces. Nan Xing Taoist struggled to get through the whole piece of rubble.

When he got up, he saw Mu Yu, as if he had seen a savior. He staggered over and asked eagerly: "My dear nephew, where is Mr. Ma Zhongshi?"

At this moment, Taoist Nan Xing had disheveled hair, wounds all over his body, dripping with blood, and his breath was weak. Although he had the cultivation level of Nascent Soul Ninth Level, it seemed that He Tianqiang was even more powerful than him, and he could not defeat him at all.

The young man glanced at him lightly and said with a smile: "Are you looking for this person?"

Ma Mingxun slowly walked out of the corner. There was a wound on his chest that was still bleeding, but he didn't notice it and just looked at Taoist Nan Xing expressionlessly.

"thump!"

When Nanxing Taoist saw Ma Mingxun, he immediately felt as if he had seen a savior. He knelt down towards Ma Mingxun and kept kowtowing: "Master Zhongshi, please help our Nanxing Taoist temple to survive this disaster. Nanxing is grateful for your great kindness."

It’s not enough, please sir!”

Mu Yu pressed Taoist Nan Xing's shoulders, made him stop kowtow, and said in a solemn voice: "He has been controlled, you don't need to beg anymore."

"What?" Taoist Nan Xing raised his head in disbelief. His eyes fell on Ma Mingxun's chest, where a piece of cyan talisman paper was stuck, and the talisman patterns that appeared and disappeared were flowing all over Ma Mingxun's body.

Taoist Nanxing's face immediately turned a deathly gray color, and he lamented: "Is it true that God is going to destroy our Nanxing Taoist Temple?"

"Old Nanxing, if you kowtow to me and beg for mercy, maybe I will consider leaving a whole body for you." A figure fell from the sky. This was a vulture old man with a three-pointed beard and almost all his hair.

Now, his cultivation level is also at the ninth level of Nascent Soul. He walked up to the young man of Fu Sect, bowed to the young man and said, "Thank you for your help, sir."

"He Tianqiang, you are despicable and shameless!" Nanxing Taoist stood up and said angrily.

He Tianqiang gave a sinister smile: "Winner and loser, now you are the only one left in your Nanxing Taoist Temple. I wonder how you can fight with me today!"

Many figures gradually flashed around. These figures were all dressed in the service of Nanxing Taoist Temple. Each of them was the disciple and grandson of Nanxing Taoist, but each of them had a yellow talisman stuck in the middle of their forehead.

Like Gu Feijing Yucheng, all the disciples of Nanxing Taoist Temple except Nanxing Taoist Master were controlled by the Soul Talisman of Fu Sect.

"You!" Taoist Nan Xing's eyes were splitting as he watched with pain as each of his disciples pointed their swords at him.

"Old man, you people in Nanxing Taoist Temple are finished. As long as you kill the disciple of the Formation Sect next to you, I will consider letting you live alone." The young man looked at Mu Yu as if he was playing a cat-and-mouse game.

It would be best if he could kill Mu Yu with the help of others, so that the Formation Sect would have no way to deal with their Fu Sect. Now that the place was surrounded by water, he didn't believe that a small Formation Sect disciple could fly away with his wings!

"Kill him?" Taoist Nanxing focused on Mu Yu and asked him, a Yuanying stage cultivator, to kill a Jindan stage disciple of the Formation Sect. This is an extremely easy thing. If he kills him here

Without Mu Yu, no one will find out, and he can survive. This is a very tempting condition...

But Nan Xing Taoist shook his head and said with a sad smile: "Although my cultivation level, Nan Xing Taoist, is not as good as others, I can't do such a shameful thing! Nephew Feng Mu, you should leave here quickly! I am the one who has caused trouble for you, today is the day."

Even if I die, I will make them pay!"

Taoist Nan Xing had already thrust out a sword in his hand, and rushed towards He Tianqiang.

Mu Yu sighed lightly, this Nanxing Taoist was actually an upright person. He was actually the cause of this disaster, and Nanxing Taoist Temple was the one who was implicated. He held his hand, held Nanxing Taoist, and then said: "You

If you are no match for him, just stay on the side and recuperate."

Taoist Nan Xing's eyes widened. He was a cultivator of the ninth level of Nascent Soul. He had already rushed out with all his strength. His own strength was far beyond what a Jindan cultivator could hold back, but Mu Yu seemed to have some strength.

Thousands of kilograms of power suppressed him forcefully. Is this really something that a golden elixir-level cultivator can do?

"Who are you--"

Taoist Nan Xing turned to look at Mu Yu in surprise, but Mu Yu had already walked in front of him, looked at the Fu Sect youth, and said calmly: "There are so many people who want to kill me, and you are not the first, nor the last.

"

"What a loud tone! He Tianqiang, go and kill him!" said the Fu Sect young man.

"Yes, sir." He Tianqiang of the Yin Vulture was like a rapid lightning, mixed with the force of thunder, and rushed towards Mu Yu. He is also a cultivation base of the ninth level of Nascent Soul, and in his eyes, there is a golden elixir level.

Mu Yu is obviously a dead man.

"Nephew, be careful! He Tianqiang's Ancient Spirit Sword is very domineering, you are no match for him!" Taoist Nan Xing shouted. He was very familiar with He Tianqiang's methods, and he also believed that Mu Yu from the golden elixir stage was no match for He Tianqiang. Taoist Nan Xing

He just wanted to go up and help Mu Yu, but Mu Yu's next action almost shocked him!

"You sent such an old guy in the Nascent Soul stage to kill me?" Mu Yu didn't even look at He Tianqiang, the sword in his hand had already been thrust out. The Shadow Sword, with a faint green light, sank into the air, just a flash of light.

In an instant, it was back in Mu Yu's hands.

He Tianqiang's originally grinning expression suddenly froze. He looked at his chest in disbelief. Unexpectedly, a blood hole had opened in his chest, and looming death aura invaded his body.

When the death air entered his body, he felt as if he was sinking into a bone-chilling world. This coldness came from his soul. Then he felt that his consciousness was unknowingly shattered and gradually dissipated. He could even clearly feel

His consciousness was swallowed up by the cyan sword.

How did you die?

This was He Tianqiang's last thought. He didn't see clearly where the sword came from. He even thought it was a bit ridiculous. How could he die in the hands of a person at the Golden Core stage?

But he could never figure it out. He Tianqiang's whole body fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust. There was no life left! No one noticed that He Tianqiang's body lit up with invisible white lights that wanted to disappear.

Void, but these glimmers of light were pulled by some force and disappeared into the shadow sword in Mu Yu's hand.

The wood spirit has always been integrated with the Shadow Sword.

"This...instant kill?" Nanxing Taoist stared blankly at He Tianqiang's body. The other person was as indistinguishable as him. He was also a cultivator of the ninth level of Nascent Soul, but he couldn't even make a single move in front of this young man from the Formation Sect.

?

He is not in the golden elixir stage!

The young man from Fu Zong's face darkened, and he did not expect Mu Yu to hide his strength.

——

There is a mysterious place in Sanchong Continent called Sanchong Palace. They seem to be located in a land of gods, surrounded by palaces glowing with sacred light, which makes people feel awe and dare not commit any blasphemy.

There are two sacred monuments in the palace, divided into two parts, yin and yang, black and white. They are thousands of feet long and tower into the clouds. The white sacred monuments are dotted with green light spots, like stars in the sky, countless, and from time to time there will be

Some green dots disappear, and then green dots appear one after another in other places. There are thin invisible textures interlaced between these green dots, as if there is a connection between each green dot.

The other black formation tablet is dotted with white light spots, but the number of white light spots appears to be less.

"What is the population situation of Mie Continent today?" A man whose whole body was shrouded in white light asked calmly while looking at the white dots on the black formation monument.

"Returning to the defense, sir, a total of one hundred nine thousand one hundred and thirty-six people died, and one hundred nine thousand nine hundred and fifty-one were born." Another voice said with a hint of respect.

"The number of births is 915 more than the number of deaths. So we can't collect soul power today?" The defender's voice was a little unhappy.

The green dots on the white monument represent every living person in the Mie Continent. The disappearance and appearance of the green dots represent the death and birth of the population in the Mie Continent. When a person dies, his soul power will be generated, but these soul powers will be attached to those who are just born.

Only the excess soul power of the people gradually attached themselves to the black sacred monument of the Triple Palace through the formations in various places in the Triple Continent. The white dots on the black sacred monument are the soul power! This is the source of maintaining the power of the Triple Palace.

It's just that my soul power has not increased today.

In fact, the soul power on the black formation tablet has not increased for a long time.

"It should be...wait a minute, after a person dies, all his soul power disappears, completely disappearing. This shouldn't be the case! Everyone will generate soul power after death, why is there only one missing person?"

"One person's soul power is missing?" The defender pondered slightly. This was the first time he discovered such a thing, but because he felt that one person was insignificant, he stopped asking further.

——

They would not have thought that He Tianqiang, who died in Mu Yu's hands, had all his soul power swallowed up by the death energy of the Wood Spirit Sword.


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