There are some people in this world who will take advantage of the kindness of others to do evil, and there are more of them today. In this way, people's hearts are not ancient, everyone is in danger, and the good people in the whole world are cold, but the wicked are in charge, and the world is declining.

So, the costs and costs of doing good are sometimes very high.

Many people say that kindness is a kind of poison, and this poison is oneself. They advise people not to do good, and when they encounter embarrassment in others, they should watch the excitement, anyway, if you don't help, others will help, even if no one helps, then what does it have to do with yourself?

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That old Jia had a bad heart when Mu Qing took out those spirit flowers and spiritual grasses that day, went back a few times to check, and found that Niu Qi again, and listened to the cultivation of several people.

Niu Qi was the most uncertain about Mi Fu's cultivation, which made Lao Jia a little worried, and finally invited a nearby mid-stage spiritual crystal cultivator to make a promise to set this trap.

This trap can not be described as poisonous, it cannot be described as incomplete.

If Mi Fu is unharmed, plus Mu Qing's divine sense is strong, and the humanoid puppet is in hand, plus there is a madman like Yan Wei, and Yukun who can often take out some good things, these people may not be able to succeed.

However, now that Mi Fu was highly poisonous, his life and death were unknown, and he couldn't activate his mana, the combat power of their group was suddenly reduced by more than half.

Mu Qing didn't shout Yan Wei with a sentence of "don't be reckless", he had already rushed out from under the Tuotianhua cover, and cut at the monks who came up around him.

Those people had seen the power of Yan Wei's giant axe, and they didn't dare to face it head-on, but they shouted: "Barbarian, you have the ability to chase grandpa!"

Before Yan Wei could chase after more than a dozen zhang, he suddenly stepped into an earth-based magic array, which was similar to a quicksand formation, and the stones and dirt under his feet instantly turned into a muddy swamp.

Yan Wei secretly screamed that it was not good, it was too late to take out the flying magic weapon again, and a large net on the top of his head was covered and put on him.

His great axes were very powerful, but they were not good at cutting, and they did not know what kind of silk they were made of, but they kept chopping......

The next moment, Yan Wei had already been pulled by several monks hiding in the tree, hanging in the air, and shouted in his mouth: "Your grandma, let grandpa come down, grandpa hacked you bunch of miscellaneous pieces!"

Yukun saw that it was already in danger at the moment, and if he didn't make a move, he would collect the Hongmeng Jinsha, and as soon as he was short, he would escape into the ground, and he would go to Yan Wei's body, cut the net pocket with a broken golden blade, and save Yan Wei.

However, the gray-robed old man in the spirit crystal stage above his head frowned, snorted, and said, "Earth Escape Technique? I see how you escape!"

With a shake of his hand, eight golden cone-shaped magic weapons and an octagonal array disc headed towards Yukun's location.

As soon as these eight cones touch the ground, the "puff puff ......" is submerged into the soil, and the array is in the middle, which is a magic circle that restrains the earth escape technique, which is called: Bafang Condensing Gold Array.

This magic circle was more powerful than the golden lock array used by Feng Liu back then, not only trapping people like a cage, but also making the entire area covered by the magic circle full of golden magic power.

Underground, Yukun only felt that his whole body suddenly tightened, as if he was locked by countless iron chains, and he couldn't move, just like that, he maintained the posture of digging and running, and was trapped in the ground seven or eight feet deep.

Now if he wants to escape, there is only one way, which is not to use the earth escape technique, but to use the earth-breaking golden blade to dig it out little by little, but the land shrouded by this eight-sided golden condensation array is as hard as gold and iron, even if Yukun's earth-breaking golden blade is sharp enough, it is not so easy to dig out.

In just a moment, Mu Qing had already lost three people on his side.

Lu Ying couldn't count on it, and now she could only hide in the car and cheer.

Now Mu Qing and Murong Xue are left with the strength to fight.

One of these two people is the Five Elements Heavenly Spirit Root, and the other is the Four Flames Spiritual Root.

One has cultivated three superior exercises, mainly earth-based, and the other has cultivated a pure fire-based exercise-Fire Dance Divine Technique.

Mu Qing raised his head and stared at the gray-robed old Dao, and whispered to Murong Xue: "Deal with these people around you first, and then work together to kill that Spirit Crystal Stage!"

Murong Xue seemed to have great confidence in Mu Qing, glanced at Mu Qing, nodded fiercely, and the flame whip in his hand shook violently, turning into a flame snake, and attacked the comer......

She has broken through the middle stage of agility at this moment, and it is the four fire spirit roots, and the magic power is no longer comparable to yesterday, the flame whip danced, turning into a piece of whip shadow, and the whip tip was even transformed into three, shooting out a fireball from time to time, unpredictable, invincible.

Mu Qing held the three-day knot shield in his hand, and sixty feather flying needles shot out at the same time, covering a radius of eighty zhang, as long as someone entered, it was a bloody hole.

At the same time, as soon as he raised his hand, three flying swords shot towards Lao Jia in the air.

The old man was carried by the gray-robed old man and closed his eyes in fright, but the gray-robed old man shook the sleeves of his robe and bounced the three flying swords away.

Mu Qing's shooting of the flying sword was naturally a disguise, the other party was one hundred and fifty zhang away from him, even if the flying sword was shot, it was no longer strong, he wanted to take advantage of the opponent's defense, and arrange the slow-haired heavenly thunder talisman in the air above his head.

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Seeing that the more than thirty people below could not resist Mu Qing and Murong Xue, the gray-robed Lao Dao and Lao Jia in the air did not help, but watched these people being killed by Mu Qing and the others one by one.

Someone below shouted: "Lao Jia, senior, quickly help and kill these two." ”

Lao Jia looked at each other and smiled at the gray-robed old man, with the same thought in his heart: Today's victory has been decided, and those who are used for acting, if they die more, they will get less of what they get.

Lao Jia was not afraid that this gray-robed old Taoist would also kill him, because his master was an elder of a nearby large sect, and he had some friendship with this gray-robed old dao. In this way, I believe that this old way will not dare to do anything to himself.

Below.

Those monks fought for a while, and only seven or eight people were still fighting with Mu Qing and Murong Xue, and they also guessed the plans of Lao Jia and Lao Dao, and someone scolded: "Lao Jia, you kid dare to cross the river and tear down the bridge, I will tell ...... when I go back."

Before he could finish his sentence, a small golden sword passed through his neck......

The next moment, the little golden sword pierced through the monks' bodies as if it had eyes...... When the golden sword returned to the gray-robed old man's hand again, the bodies of the seven or eight monks slowly fell to the ground.

Lao Jia laughed loudly and said, "Lao Tzu's bitter meat trick, where can you take advantage of it, are your heads full of dung?" After speaking, there was another burst of wild laughter.

Mu Qing looked up at the two of them, and found that the gray-robed old man's figure had dropped to a height of 100 zhang at this moment, and it seemed that the effective range of his magic weapon was around 100 zhang.

And the slow-haired heavenly thunder talisman arranged by Mu Qing was fifty zhang above his head.

Murong Xue's body moved, stood beside Mu Qing, and said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Yang, what should I do now?"

Mu Qing's brows furrowed, and he calculated in his heart: his humanoid puppet put four thousand middle-grade spirit stones, and it stands to reason that he can kill this old way with one blow, but he only has one chance to make a move, and he must hit, otherwise, he will inevitably die.

So he opened his mouth and said: "Lao Jia, and that bull-nosed old man, you have wasted so much energy, you just fell in love with the spirit flower and spirit grass on my body, right? Lao Tzu is here now, you have the ability to take it!"

The gray-robed old man smiled slightly, and said, "Junior, your divine sense is not weak, I'm afraid that some kind of trick is ready! The old man fights geese every year, how can he let you coax you? Don't you have a flying magic weapon? Come up and fight with me!"

Lao Jia let out a wicked laugh and shouted: "Boy, that fat man is poisoned, and he will die! You come up! Come up and kill the two of us before you can go back to save him!"

Seeing that these two were so cautious and cautious, Mu Qing was also anxious, looking at Mi Fu, his whole face had turned black and purple, and his whole body trembled, I was afraid that he really couldn't stand it for a while.

Mu Qing knew that the technique he cultivated to cleanse the meridians and flesh and expel the poison, but he had to sit down and do it slowly, how could he let him cast a spell to save people in the current situation?

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It was such a coincidence, just when Mu Qing was hesitating, there was a rumbling sound in the air, which seemed to be a burst of thunder.

Listen carefully, but it is the words of an old man:

"That junior, take it when you see it! These dolls—the old man saved them!"

Several people looked at the place where the sound came from at the same time, only to see the clouds and mist rolling in the sky, and a flying boat broke through the sea of clouds and slowly descended......

At the bow of the boat stood a man, not tall, and somewhat hunchbacked, dressed in coarse cloth, with gray hair tied into a pigtail with straw rope, a dark face full of wrinkles, a wisp of goatee that was not long or short, fluttering on his chest, but in his hand was a thick and thin-legged, black, and pimpled iron rod.