The Mu Family Ancestral Palace is in ruins, with broken corpses and broken arms everywhere, just like hell on earth.
Mu Zilong stood in the air and looked in the direction of Fuyukun's escape. This person was the fourth-step master. Although the gap was very big, he had a lot of mind and had no intention. He instantly escaped with secret techniques. He couldn't catch up. He looked back at the three thousand Mu clans behind him, all of whom were ragged and sluggish, and said in a deep voice: "Where is Fuyukun's connection with the Sanqi Eight Clan?"
Mu Ling hurriedly said: "Uncle, yes, Fuyukun's eldest daughter, married to the Chen eldest son of the Sanqi Eight Clan, and the two families have each other Come and go! "
Mu Zilong frowned and said, "You can't stay here anymore. You have to leave. There are many masters of the Eight Clans of Sanqi, and there are also masters from the Demon Palace, Demon Palace and the Five Holy Lands. At that time, those three seniors were mediated, and there was no time to take care of us. Now that I know that I have returned from seclusion, I am afraid I will come again!"
Mu Ling, Mu Yefeng, Mu Lianer and others looked at each other, and then looked at the tribesmen around him, with a sad face. I don't know where to go when I left this day!
Mu Ling immediately ordered: "Pack up the treasure house of the clan and let's go!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sudden change occurred. At the height of the three directions of the west, north and east, a blue demonic energy, black demonic energy and white spiritual energy suddenly appeared. It was extremely majestic, and countless spiritual consciousnesses were vaguely locked here!
Mu Zilong's face changed drastically: "Sanqi Eight Clans? We're here so fast!"
Mu Ling said anxiously: "Uncle, what should I do?"
Mu Zilong gritted his teeth: "Let's go, break out, how many people can go out!"
The three thousand Mu clans followed the order and headed straight north. However, before they could walk out of the peak of the Mu clan's ancestral hall, a rebellious laugh came from a distance: "Go? Where to go?"
Another person said coldly: "The world is not connected, the Mu clan will be destroyed today!"
"Om——"
Endless pressure came, and the three thousand Mu clans, from Mu Zilong to ordinary monks, were suddenly repelled by a violent force and fell to pieces.
Totally vulnerable!
I saw that tens of thousands of monks appeared in the West, North and East, both human and demons.
The leader is Shi Chi and Feng Guier of the Chaos Holy Land; Zhang Yuanchi of the wasteland; Bai Xuanji and Nangong Ya of the Xuanshen Land; Mo Sili and Si Nankuixue of the desireless holy land; Sun Kongkong and Linglong couple of the demon clan; Demon Sea of Demons;
This group of people can be called the ancestor-level masters of the Demon Palace, Demon Palace and the five major holy lands, especially the ancestor of Nangong Ya, who are the seventh step masters who have been practicing for more than 200,000 years.
The powerful and powerful aura made Mu Zilong and the three thousand Mu clans numb and almost breathless.
At this time, a group of masters instantly arrived above the ruins of the Mu family, looking down at the three thousand Mu family members, as if they were looking at a group of ants and insects, without any pity for living creatures in their eyes.
The ancestor Nangong Ya was wearing a purple dress, long hair and high-plated fairy bun, with graceful figure, swaying gracefully, carrying his hands on his back, and said coldly: "I heard that the remnant boy from Mu's back then has come out of seclusion? Do you know that ancestors, we have been waiting for many years?"
Mu Zilong glanced at the monks of the Sanqi Eight Clans in the distance, and looked up at a group of ancestor-level masters in the sky, with bitter faces on his face. Although he was the fifth step of cultivation, he was just an ant in the hands of this group of people, and was not as good as that. Hit, run... I can't run away. Today, the Mu clan was afraid that he would come to the end. He sighed and bowed and said, "Dare you ask all the ancestors, what are you waiting for?"
Sinan Kuixue sneered: "I really think my five holy places are afraid of those three? We haven't destroyed your Mu clan, but we are waiting for you, the fish that escaped the net, to appear. Tell me, where is King Mu?"
Mu Ling, Mu Yefeng and others immediately looked at Mu Zilong, King Mu? His Majesty, the oldest ancestor of the clan, is he still here?
Unexpectedly, Mu Zilong shook his head: "My junior... I don't know!"
He did not lie about this. He really didn't know where His Majesty the Ancestor of King Mu was. He was just a mere junior back then and was not qualified to participate in anything. Now, in less than 30,000 years, he quickly entered the fifth step and was able to get on the table. It was still the last accumulation of the three tribes back then.
The monster of Demon Sea laughed: "This boy is stubborn, so why not kill all the ants of the Mu family first and then ask him about this boy?"
The faces of the three thousand Mu clans suddenly changed. Mu Zilong's breathing was rapid and immediately said: "I really don't know, but I guess that the ancestors of King Mu have been rescued for more than 28,000 years since they were rescued, and they may have died. My ancestors, even if you force me to ask me, you have no way to ask me!"
Nang Ya, Si Nan Kuixue, Sun Kongkong, Mo Hai and others looked at each other, and a hint of relief appeared in their eyes. Sure enough, the monster was dead. In fact, this was something the ancestors in the family had long expected. After all, the "Xin Zhuo" King Mu was seriously injured and it was difficult for the gods to save. Over the years, everyone has been ordered to stay here. In fact, it is not really for the sake of that King Mu, but... King Mu's innate treasure, the twelve-grade world-destroying golden lotus, purple dragon vine and Fusang spiritual root, etc. These things disappeared back then, but the ancestors in the family speculated that it was very likely that they would hide back to the Mu family in advance. The power and horror of these things, even if there is a glimmer of hope, even if they waste countless years, they have to snatch them!
It’s a pity that this remnant of the Mu clan should really not know. It has been wasted so long, so there is no need for these three thousand Mu clans to exist.
Nangong Ya waved her sleeves and ordered: "Erase all the people of the Mu clan, leaving behind a few people with high cultivation, search the soul!"
"Here!"
The people behind her bowed and slapped their palms down.
"Boom——"
The violent ripples of magical powers, like heavenly punishment, fell from the sky, and pressed heavily on the three thousand Mu clans, making plans to shock and kill the three thousand Mu clans.
"Bang bang..."
Immediately, more than 2,000 people crawled and fell to the ground, their bones exploded, and they vomited blood.
The Mu Zilong struggled to resist, with a hint of madness on his face. He felt that he was wrong. He should not beg for humility and beg for mercy. He could let go of the convenience. At this moment, he shouted loudly: "Mu family, after King Mu, will fight the morning glow. The ancestors will not be humiliated. The children of the Mu family will never kneel down and die. Get up with me and fight!"
"Here!"
"Here!"
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The fallen Mu clan members tried their best, and with unparalleled pressure, even though their clothes were broken, their flesh and blood splattered, they still gritted their teeth and stood up and clenched the weapons beside them.
"Kill!"
Mu Zilong used his Cangqiu sword that was given by his ancestors and shared life and death, and raised it high: "The three Mu clans, never give up!"
"Never give up!"
The three thousand Mu clans grinned and tried hard to jump up to cut the high enemies above the sky down the clouds. They just let them fight to the death, but they just jumped and landed on the ground like mortals, extremely ugly.
"Puff——"
"Hehehe..."
This scene fell in the eyes of Nangong Ya, Si Nan Kuixue and others, which was extremely funny and ridiculous.
A group of ancestors laughed, and the black monks of the Three Tribes and Eight Clans behind them also laughed wildly.
At this moment, there is no life-and-death struggle, only a group of ants, unwilling to suffer from fate, and it is vulgar and pitiful in the eyes of others, and it is very funny.
"Do you think this is funny?"
At this moment, an old voice came from somewhere, but it was like a god bell in heaven and earth. The words of gods resounded through everyone's ears, resounding as if they were enlightened.
In front of this voice, everyone present, no matter what kind of cultivation they have, seemed to have become a humble bed bug, trembling. (This chapter ends)