Two days later, Mu Bei and Meng Chuyin arrived at the center of Taihuang Ancient Land.
At this time, many monks came to this place.
Looking around, there were dense thunder and lightning in front of us, like a sea of thunder.
Among them, each lightning bolt is as thick as an arm and covers thousands of feet in radius.
It was vaguely visible that there was a strange light shining in the sea of thunder, which was very special.
"Absolutely a treasure!"
Many monks stared directly at that ball of light.
Mu Bei's eyes sparkled even more.
The original sword is trembling!
There is no doubt that that ball of light is definitely the source of truth!
"ah!"
Screams rang out.
A strong soul-level man wanted to enter the sea of thunder to hunt for treasures, but he was instantly chopped away, leaving a large area of flesh and blood charred and black, which was too horrible to look at.
Others who were eager to try suddenly did not dare to move.
Mu Bei walked out at this time and walked towards the thunder sea.
There were too many monks here, and every corner was crowded with people. It was impossible for him to enter quietly.
Soon, he reached the edge of the Thunder Sea.
"Oh, you think you can go anywhere if you practice dragon magic? This sea of thunder is not a territorial bureau!"
A sarcastic voice sounded.
Mu Bei tilted his head and looked at a man in green with a black sword on his back. It was this man who made the sarcastic sound.
Next to this man stood eight other men, all carrying a black sword on their backs and having the same religious emblem on their chests.
Obviously, they come from the same origin.
"What are you looking at? Did I say something wrong? Dragon magic is not omnipotent. It's okay in a place with a regional bureau. What's the point of putting it in an ordinary place?"
The man in green hummed.
In the past two days, many people have known about Mu Bei's ancient dragon art.
Mu Bei looked at the man in green and tutted: "It's so sour!"
The man in green suddenly became angry and stared at Mu Bei: "Don't dare to admit it? Okay, let's make a bet. If you can't step into the sea of thunder, give me the dragon technique!"
Mu Bei laughed.
Here, other monks also looked at the man in green in a strange way.
"Aren't you looking down on dragon skills one moment, and the next moment you are gambling on other people's dragon skills?"
"How hypocritical!"
Someone whispered.
The man in Tsing Yi's face turned red after listening to these discussions, and then he stared at Mu Beidao: "Just tell me whether you dare to gamble or not?!"
"What are you betting on?"
Mubei Road.
The man in green pulled out the mysterious sword behind him: "The sword is an innate mysterious weapon, so I will bet it with you. If I lose, I will give it to you!"
Mu Bei sneered: "You only have an innate black sword, and you want to bet on dragon skills with me. Do you think the bet is fair? How about a little face?"
The other monks nodded in agreement.
The ancient dragon art is so precious, how can it be compared to a mere black sword?
One hundred million mysterious swords cannot compare.
The man in Tsing Yi's expression turned even more ugly, and he stared at Mu Bei with his hands clenched.
Mu Bei looked at him: "One Xuan Sword is definitely not enough to make a bet. At least nine Xuan Swords are needed to make a bet."
The man in green frowned and looked at the eight men beside him who were carrying black swords: "Brothers and brothers, can you lend me your sword?"
The eight men nodded one after another.
"We, Wushuang Sword Sect, have always shared the same enemy. Junior brother, just feel free to bet with him!"
The leader of the man in purple shirt said.
The man in green nodded solemnly: "Thank you, brothers and sisters. When I win the dragon skill through gambling, we brothers and sisters will study and practice together!"
All eight men laughed.
The man in green looked at Mu Bei and said coldly: "We, the nine brothers, have exactly nine mysterious swords, so we will bet with you together!"
Mu Bei smiled: "Okay."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stepped into the sea of thunder.
In the sea of thunder, thunder and lightning as thick as an arm intertwined, but none of them fell on him.
He seemed to be avoiding him intentionally.
All the monks were moved.
Mu Bei stepped into the thunder sea that even Soul Dao level experts could not enter with ease!
The man in Tsing Yi's face changed even more: "Impossible!"
Mu Bei stepped out of the sea of thunder, walked up to him, stretched out his hand and said: "Sword."
The man in green looked extremely ugly: "You... you are cheating!"
"Bring me the sword."
Mu Bei looked at him.
He would not bet with the other party for no reason. He agreed to the bet and proposed to increase the bet because he was interested in the mysterious sword of the other senior brother.
He practices sword control and needs swords very much. The nine intact black swords are very useful to him and can make the sword control more powerful.
Next to the man in green, the man in purple snorted coldly and said, "Let's go! Don't pay attention to him!"
The nine people turned around and left.
Mu Bei stopped the nine people in a flash and swept them with a whip kick.
The man in purple shirt punched out.
Leg-fist collision.
boom!
With a muffled sound, the man in purple shirt stepped back more than three feet.
"Brother!"
The man in green clothes said in shock.
The man in purple shirt stabilized his figure and stared at Mu Bei coldly: "Boy, do you know the consequences of offending Wushuang Jianmen?"
Mu Bei looked at him: "I'm willing to admit defeat and bring my sword."
He knew that the Wushuang Sword Sect was as powerful as the Pu family, and that the second echelon of Zhongzhou was inherited by powerful immortals.
Very strong.
However, he was not afraid at all.
Soon, he will have to break into the Supreme Immortal Palace, and the Wushuang Sword Gate is just a ball!
The man in purple had a slightly ferocious look on his face. He looked at the eight men in green and said, "There is absolutely no territorial bureau here. Kill him! Revenge for Senior Pu!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he was the first to make a move, and the aura of great perfection and grandeur instantly spread.
"Yes, avenge Senior Pu Zhiyuan!"
The man in green said with a fierce voice and swung his sword to kill him.
The other seven people also agreed and took action together.
Nine people draw swords at the same time, and at worst they are all in the middle stage of the Zhuang mood.
Mu Bei smiled disdainfully and avenged Pu Zhiyuan?
You have to forcefully find a reason to do something, hypocritical!
He easily avoided the sword moves of the nine men, grabbed the man in purple shirt's wrist and twisted it with his backhand.
Click!
The sound of bone cracking was heard immediately.
The man in purple shirt groaned and punched Mu Bei.
Mu Bei casually deflected the punch, then snatched the Xuan Sword from the man in green and slashed it with his backhand.
puff!
Blood splashed away, and the man in green's right hand flew out diagonally.
"ah!"
The man in green screamed and retreated.
At this moment, in front of Mu Bei, the Changhong Sword shot out, piercing the heart of the man in green with a pop.
"Junior brother!"
The man in purple shirt said in shock.
As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Bei's whip fell on his face.
boom!
The man in purple shirt was swept away, and his mouth and nose were bleeding at the same time.
While the others were still in the air, Mu Bei raised his hand, and a golden sword energy slashed towards him.
With a pop, the man in purple shirt's right leg was cut off.
Blood surged wildly.
"ah!"
The man in purple shirt screamed miserably, staggered and fell to the ground.
"Well, it was cut crookedly."
Mubei Road.
The Changhong Sword shot forward and cut the purple-robed man in half with a pop.
"Brother!"
The other seven men were horrified.
One of them pointed at Mu Bei and screamed in horror: "How dare you kill my Wushuang Sword..."
Before he could finish his words, a golden sword energy passed by and cut off his head with a pop.
The last six people were so frightened that they ran away.
Mu Bei raised his hand and slashed at the six people with six sword energy.
Coming in the blink of an eye!
Puff puff puff puff puff puff!
Six heads flew up, blood spurted out, and all six headless bodies fell to the ground.
hiss!
There were gasps of air all around. Nine strong men in the Zhuang mood were all killed instantly by Mu Bei, who was in the Yang mood!
There is no use of the power of the regional bureau at all!
It’s so scary!
Mu Bei put away the Xuanjian and Najie of the nine people and smiled slightly.
Not a bad harvest!
Looking at the thunder sea, he walked directly to the center of the thunder sea.
Ahead, a ball of light the size of a fist was suspended in the air, surrounded by wisps of arcs of electricity.
"It is indeed the source of thunder!"
Mu Bei's eyes brightened slightly.
He put away the source of thunder, then walked out of the sea of thunder, calling Meng Chuyin to leave.