It's better than being helpless, Mu Yang exchanged his life essence for a self-contained cultivation space. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info under the efforts of Tassel Yu Ziyang, the gas of the dragon and phoenix turned into a semi-finished state. Although it is not possible to completely lift the ice, at least the average person is free.

But the price that the two of them had to pay was that the tasseled golden phoenix bloodline was completely silent, and it could not be recovered in ten or twenty years. And Yu Ziyang can't even lift a sword now. In a short time, they are wasters!

Mu Yang had no time to care about them, because the witch god completely entangled them, even if it was the Holy Lord of the Protoss, he couldn't get out for a while. Whether it's sword energy, flame, thunder energy, or ice energy, it suddenly loses its effect.

The previous sword was just a moment when the witch god was defenseless. Fused with the power of the Witch God Sect Master, it has the acumen of a human cultivator. I saw that the witch god was shrouded in a black gas, and the witch insects in the sky attacked.

Boom, boom, boom, buzz...... Buzzing...... A huge tornado formed in the sky, and the furious force could almost tear through the space. Muyang was wrapped in the middle, and his obsession never gave up.

Stick to your heart and wrap the tornado vortex with the power of the Protoss, and all the power is trapped in the center. I'd rather suffer like a mountain of swords, and such a hard body is riddled with holes, than destroy Shenzhou.

The body is frozen, but it rotates in a specific trajectory. Boom, boom, boom! Boom! Bursts of golden light emanated from his body. Muyang's face turned a little pale. The Feihong Sword in his hand has long been missing, and it is difficult to support.

"Huh...... Ha ha...... Ha ha...... Mu Yang, Holy Lord, why are you so suffering? Shenzhou is already crumbling, and it is only those humble cultivators who have survived, is it necessary to sacrifice yourself to protect them?"

The eerie voice of the Witch God Sect Master came, directly into Mu Yang's heart. It would be false to say that he does not have the power of charm, but after a lot of tempering, how can Muyang be so easily influenced?

Thousands of witch insects surrounded Mu Yang, looking for an opportunity to invade his body. Once an opportunity is found, the invading Gu worms will instantly mutate. The bloodline of the Protoss is not ordinary, and the witch worm will soon evolve into a golden Gu worm king.

Of course, to do this, it must be Muyang's passive acceptance, and sovereignty is not in his hands. Otherwise, once it is wrapped by the power of the Protoss, even if it is thousands of Gu worms, it can only be wiped out.

The light of the protective body gradually turned golden, and Mu Yang abandoned the six senses and was not affected by any outside world. This is where he grew up, and even if there are many unbearable pasts, there are still some feelings.

The scene of Zhang Erdan, Ruan Linlin, and the three of them cultivating together kept coming to mind. In fact, under this mysterious realm, Muyang suddenly discovered that his childhood was also happy!

"Girl, you and I have a heart-to-heart connection, do you see it? This is our common memory, a memory that can never be erased. Wake up and face it with me. Escape is not the best strategy, we move forward hand in hand!"

Close your eyes and spread with your spiritual power. At this time, the outside world of the tornado whirlpool, the surrounding energy surged wildly towards the whirlpool, as if it had become a huge sucker. And cultivators all over Shenzhou seem to have senses.

Looking across the sky, in the same direction. Instinctively sit cross-legged. The hands are sealed, and a transparent brilliance emerges around the body. This is the true qi of a warrior, converging into a stream of energy and sweeping towards the sky.

"Although the land of China is inconspicuous, it is the homeland of all of us. No one can destroy or encroach on it at will. As the so-called non-race of our race, although it is far away, it will be punished. The light of fireflies can still compete with the sun and the moon!"

One after another, many cultivators participated in it, and one after another the faint essence began to converge. A huge pillar of light was formed, shooting towards Mu Yang's body. Looking up, a brief distortion appeared on his face.

"Ah...... Ah......" stretched out his arms, and the green tendons turned golden in the blink of an eye. Countless sword lights condensed in the space, completely turning into the color of gold. Wrap around the perimeter of the whirlpool.

In the next second, Mu Yang opened his eyes suddenly. The sword light converged, bang, bang, bang, and shot down from top to bottom. The whirlpool broke through a hole, Mu Yang accurately grasped the hilt of the sword, and the golden long sword flashed with dazzling light.

The footsteps stomped, and the figure swirled and slammed up. The body turned upside down, and the sword light spread: "Heavenly Sword Decision, Shocking Sword!" Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang,

Along with the huge body of the witch god, he was also caught up in the sword gang. The hard shell crackled and cracked. Bang, bang,

Like a pillar of light, Mu Yang was wearing a golden Protoss battle armor and stood above the whirlpool. Condescendingly, looking at this scene very majestically. The witch god had been reduced to pieces, and the smoke was so thick that it was hard to distinguish.

From above, it has become a scorched earth plain, like a giant pothole. Lowering his figure lightly, Muyang put away the golden sword. With a wave of his hand, the smoke slowly dissipated.

I saw a miserable figure at the bottom of the pothole. None of his body was intact, his eyes widened, and his breath was like a gossamer. His body has been eroded by the witch god, who is he? who else is there besides the witch god leader?

"Huh...... Hehe...... It turns out that everything is just a hoax, and the witch god is a monster with no spirit, no feelings, and only bloodthirsty. For so many years, our clan has been so ignorant!"

The winner is the king and the loser is the only order in the world where strength is respected. The Witch God Sect Master was defeated, and he used all his strength to get the result of almost being devoured by a big monster. At the end of the road, who else can blame?

A gust of cold wind blew, and the cold air had not completely dissipated. The robe on Mu Yang's body whirred, stepped forward, and lightly stretched out his hand to the Witch God Sect Master. The latter gritted his teeth, almost completely crushed: "Are you merciful?"

"Huh...... If you are still a man, then you should know what it means to be able to bend and stretch. You are also a generation of heroes, don't you understand this truth? Pursue strength, power, status, and stand at the top, so what?"

Regarding this, Muyang is very glad that he has seen through it a long time ago. There was a moment when he was lost. Thinking that as long as there is great power, there is nothing that cannot be done. It wasn't until I was trapped that I woke up completely.

Staggering to his feet, sweeping through the shattered Shenzhou, the Witch God Sect Master once again knelt on the ground and roared hysterically: "Ah...... Yes...... Ah......" Muyang didn't interrupt, but chose not to care about anything more.

In a dream, Muyang witnessed the fate of a generation of heroes with his own eyes, which is embarrassing. The people have fallen, what can the desperate witch god sect leader do? Either survive or kill himself.

In the cold wind, Mu Yang picked up Linlin's ice sculpture and looked at Tassel and Ziyang: "From now on, the land of Shenzhou will be handed over to you." Can the Ten Thousand Swords Sect revive its past glory, Ziyang, you remember, don't forget your original intention!"