"What do you mean" Mu Daoren glanced at the top ten co-workers who had taken the elixir, turned around with a smile on his face, and glanced at the Netherworld Sect Master.
When he saw the strange appearance of the Nether Sect Master, and the circle formed by the eighteen Nether Qi condensed behind him, his smile suddenly stiffened, and he quickly returned to his usual face that was more ugly than crying.
The Netherworld Sect Master seemed to walk slowly and leisurely towards the Mu Dao people, and with each step he took, an extra blood-colored sword light appeared around him, and gradually thousands of blood-colored sword lights condensed behind him into a magnificent light screen like a peacock's tail.
The monstrous blood qi was rolling, and the Netherworld Sect Master looked at the Mu Dao people and smiled indifferently: "Daoyou's elixir can cure their blood poison."
Mu Daoren looked at the blood-colored sword light behind the Netherworld Sect Master, which was as gorgeous as a peacock opening the screen, but it was full of evil spirits, and nodded thoughtfully: "They were injured by Daoyou."
The Netherworld Sect Master shrunk his hands in his sleeves, squinting his eyes and looking up and down at Mu Dao Ren: "It's not Poor Dao who made a move, but it was the flying knife that Poor Dao gave to a certain little friend, and it was also a divine weapon that Poor Dao personally tempered, and the blood poison on it hurt people and it was hopeless." ” As the Nether Sect Master spoke, the wounds on the bodies of the ten co-workers were healing rapidly, and a trace of blood-colored aura continued to flow out of their wounds, and a layer of moist green light loomed near their wounds, constantly forcing out the blood poison in their bodies.
Mu Daoren did not look back, but clearly grasped the details of the recovery of the injuries on the top ten co-workers.
Squeezing out a trace of an ugly smile, Mu Daoren said slowly: "The poor Dao elixir can remove all evil poisons.
The flying knife refined by Daoyou is certainly ruthless, but the spirit pill of the poor Dao is one foot higher. ” The Nether Sect Master's face became more and more gloomy and ugly, and he gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.
No matter who it is, it took tens of thousands of years of hard work to refine a set of divine weapons, and I thought that I could run rampant with this set of weapons, but I suddenly found that the most powerful characteristics of this set of weapons have been cracked This feeling of loss can be imagined The Netherworld Sect Master felt even more uncomfortable, and the nine-handled Blood Flying Sword that he gave to Ji Hao was naturally not as powerful as the Blood Turning Flying Sword he used, and the power was probably less than one percent of the Blood Turning Flying Sword.
However, the blood poison on the Blood Flying Sword is the same as that on the Blood Flying Sword.
The elixir of the Mu Dao people can break the blood poison on the Blood Flying Knife, and naturally they can deal with the Blood Flying Sword.
"Daoyou Tang is prominent, but he really doesn't take the poor Dao seriously."
The Netherworld Sect Master slowly stretched out his hands, holding a large seal in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand, and looked at the Mu Daoist with cold eyes and said in a deep voice: "I can't say it, I want to ask my Daoist friends for a trick today."
Mu Dao felt the fierce aura emanating from the big oil scepter in the Netherworld Sect Master's hand, and his face became more and more tense, and he became more and more sad: "The face of Daoist friends is quite unfamiliar, and the poor Dao has never seen it.
But the breath of the Taoist friend made the poor Dao have a reverie and the friendship of the Underworld, how could he interfere in the affairs of the human race."
The Netherworld Sect Master gritted his teeth and said softly, "Poor Dao has been cultivating in the Netherworld, and has never interfered in the internal affairs of the human race.
This time, the clone came to collect some materials.
It's Mu Daoyou, you act like this, you can be regarded as breaking the contract we signed at the top of the Heavenly Pillar back then, aren't you afraid?"
Mu Daoren's brows furrowed slightly, and he suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid that the contract at the top of the Heavenly Pillar has been broken, what is the use of that contract, if Daoist friends want to weigh the means of the poor Dao, there is no need to make excuses."
The Netherworld Sect Master smiled extraordinarily brightly: "It's not that the poor Dao is making excuses, but that the Daoist friend has injured the person who has crossed the boundary and the poor Dao magic weapon, why did the Daoist give them the elixir?"
The wooden man sneered, and his hands clenched the green wood staff and smiled without saying a word.
The Nether Sect Master also laughed loudly, and the eighteen Nether Rings behind him gradually spread out as he laughed, and slowly the smallest black ring expanded to the size of ten thousand miles.
The eighteen Netherworld Rings rotated quickly and slowly, and a terrifying aura quietly grew from the ring.
The void changed its appearance, the flood that was originally all over the sky suddenly disappeared, and a stream of yin wind was born on the ground, a sword mountain and sword forest were suspended in the void, the boundless blood pool replaced the earth, countless pillars of fire stood on the blood pool, and a pot of oil was suspended on the raging flames, and the pungent and foul-smelling boiling oil was bubbling and bubbling.
All kinds of terrifying and terrifying visions continued to emerge, and the faces of the Mudao people became more and more serious.
After a long time, when the eighteen different visions spread all over the heaven and earth, the Mu Dao man suddenly sighed faintly: "The root of the Eighteen Prison Heavens, you have actually won the Daoist Friend, you know, the Netherworld, it is the Poor Dao of the Future Extinction Dao Dao Enlightenment Heavy Earth Daoist took the root of the Eighteen Prison Heavens, I can't say, the Poor Dao wants to be friendly with the Dao Friend."
The Netherworld Sect Master sneered and looked at the Mu Dao people: "Reasoning and saying what is the truth The Netherworld is a poor Dao foundation, if you want to preach, please go to other places, if Daoist friends dare to step into the Netherworld, the poor Dao will definitely make it difficult for Daoist friends to complete the month."
The wooden staff in the hand of the wooden man suddenly pointed to the sky, and he laughed and said: "In today's Pangu world, where is the moon?"
The Netherworld Sect Master laughed loudly, and the big seal in his left hand brought up a rolling black cloud and patted it in front of the Mudao people: "The Taiyin Sun is the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, although the moon is not seen in front of people, but in the heart of the poor Dao, but I still remember the clear waves in the sky."
The Netherworld Sect Master and the Wooden Daoist roared in unison, and the wooden staff in the Wooden Daoist's hand seemed to be an ordinary and ordinary stick, and it hit the seal right on.
With a clear sound, the seal made by the Netherworld Sect Master was bounced away by the wooden staff, and the Netherworld Sect Master let out a long roar, holding the scepter in both hands and rushing towards the wooden Dao people, the black scepter emitted immeasurable divine light, bringing up waves of Netherworld power like a huge wave slamming into the air.
Behind the wooden man, a towering Bodhi tree loomed, and he held a wooden staff to cover left and right, and the wooden staff and the scepter collided with each other, constantly making a dull loud noise.
The tricks of both of them are extremely simple, nothing more than the simplest sweeping and vertical splitting, but the movements are indescribably fast.
As soon as the Netherworld Sect Master and the Wood Dao people exchanged hands, the laws of time and space, which ordinary people could not break, had no meaning in front of them, and the kung fu of ordinary people with a flick of their fingers was like thousands of years to them, and in just a flick of their fingers, they attacked each other trillions of times When others fight against them, they are often beaten to ashes before they can see their movements clearly Fast, too fast, too fast to be described In fact, for the Netherworld Sect Master and the Wood Dao Man, their movements were not fast, and in their opinion, they were just an extremely ordinary mutual attack with one move.
It's just that their moves transcend the limitations of time and space, so they appear to be exceptionally fast Suddenly, a blood-colored figure flashed beside the Netherworld Sect Master, and thousands of blood-colored sword shadows swept across the waist of the Mu Dao man with a snort.
The illusory shadow of the Mu Dao man was cut off by a sword, and a large area of blood splashed in the court.
In the void, the sneer of the Mu Dao people came from afar: "Friends of the Underworld, the gift of a sword today, there will be a time to break the cause and effect in the future" is to be continued
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