Chapter 39: one against three
At this moment, Mo Shuiyi and a group of people can say that there is no way to escape, and they pin their only chance on Li Mushen.
Li Mushen was surrounded by the crowd, and Young Master Mubai said: "Li Mushen, what is your plan? If you don't hurry up, no one of us can escape until the blood spirit kings are killed."
Even Wang Zifeng looked at Li Mushen, he knew the horror of the blood spirit royal family.
Of course, Li Mushen also knew, even better than them, the power and terror of the blood spirit royal family. At this moment, he frowned tightly, thinking about whether to release the ink dragon king from the suppression of the human spirit lake.
The Molong King did not speak, and quietly waited for Li Mushen's decision. Soon, he felt the suppression in the human spirit lake dissipated, and he knew that Li Mushen had made a decision.
"I hope this decision I made is correct." Li Mushen secretly said.
King Molong was actually surprised that Li Mushen was able to let him go. After all, he almost took away Li Mushen before, so aren't he afraid that he could take it again?
However, he was still very happy in his heart. This was a kind of trust, and it was also a kind of courage, and he really deserved to be his descendant.
"Li Mushen, your decision is right."
The Dragon King laughed, his soul left the Renling Lake and arrived in the sea of consciousness of Li Mushen.
"King Molong, what do you want?"
"Don't worry, this king will protect you for ten years and won't hurt you again. Your fleshly body will be used by this king."
"it is good!"
Now that the Molong King has been released from the Human Spirit Lake, Li Mushen did not hesitate to open his body and let the Molong King dominate.
In an instant, King Molong took control of Li Mushen's body, causing his entire personality to change drastically.
If the Li Mushen just now belonged to the kind of calm like water, then at this moment he belongs to the kind of arrogant and domineering full of evil aura.
"Jie Jie." A wicked smile appeared on Li Mushen's face, and the whole person had an indescribable aura, which made Young Master Mu Bai feel fearful and took a half step back.
"Why do I have a sense of fear for this kid?" Even Young Master Mu Bai felt incredible.
King Molong smiled, then looked at Wang Zifeng, "You want to kill this king? Believe it or not, this king ate you."
"Enough, try to find a way to escape from here."
Although King Molong occupies Li Mushen's body, Li Mushen's consciousness also exists, and he looked at Molongwang helplessly and said such words.
The Dragon King glared at Wang Zifeng, then took out the red seed divine source from the cave, cut a small piece, and put the rest back into the ring.
"It's the source of the gods!" Wang Zifeng was shocked and felt incredible. The greed in his eyes quickly disappeared, "Leave here first and then take the source of gods."
This piece of divine source is only as big as a fist, and it radiates dazzling light. The Dragon King took a heavy sip and wanted to eat this piece of divine source.
But thinking that he is not his own body at this moment, he sighed helplessly, "When will this king be able to eat so much. This king has not tasted the taste of the red seed **** source."
When they saw Li Mushen take out the red seed source, they knew that he must have a way to get out of here, and they urged Li Mushen to hurry up.
The Dragon King tattooed the pattern on the source of the gods. Hearing the noise in his ear, he was annoyed and shouted directly: "Fuck it, Nima, I can't make this king feel at ease, do you still want to leave? "
Wang Zifeng stared blankly at Li Mushen's words. He fought against him twice. He almost knew what kind of person Li Mushen was. He didn't expect to say such a thing, which made Wang Zifeng a little unpredictable.
"Look, you are paralyzed, get out, this king is annoying when he looks at you."
When King Molong saw Wang Zifeng staring at him, he was even more displeased, and just slapped it with a sword.
The sword that the Dragon King made looked ordinary, but it made Wang Zifeng's complexion change so much that he couldn't avoid it at all.
This sword slapped directly on Wang Zifeng's body, and the power of a thousand cauldrons exploded, slapped him directly, and suffered a lot of injuries.
Wang Zifeng got up from the ground, his face was gloomy, the general's breath exploded, and he directly killed Li Mushen.
Young Master Mubai stopped Wang Zifeng, shook his head, and said to himself: "Brother Wang, let this kid go first, and rely on his help to get out of here. After escaping from the Mohai Clan, it's not too late to kill him."
Wang Zifeng listened to Mu Bai's words, suppressed the anger in his heart, snorted coldly, and stood far away.
The Molong King smiled, and then his expression was solemn, and he concentrated on carving the pattern.
The brief battle between King Molong and Wang Zifeng was surrounded by a crowd. The blood spirit royal family did not see it at all, nor did they see the teleportation pattern that King Molong had already carved into the formation at the moment.
The Son of Blood Spirit looked at Mo Shuiyi, then threw Mo Shixiong on the ground and stepped on his face.
"This is your father?" Blood Spirit Saint Son smiled, "I can let him go."
Mo Shuiyi looked at the Son of Blood Spirit.
"Kneel down before me."
Mo Shuiyi's cold eyes were full of cold light, and the murderous aura was awe-inspiring.
"Oh, no? Then there's nothing to discuss."
The Son of Blood Spirit smiled, his eyes narrowed, his feet suddenly exerted force, and the powerful force directly crushed Mo Shixiong's head.
"you……"
Mo Shuiyi saw her father being trampled to death in front of her eyes, and she felt pain in her heart.
"I've already given you a chance."
Mo Shuiyi rushed towards the Son of Blood Spirit.
The blood spirit saint child kicked his legs, and the whole person seemed to be transformed into an ancient beast, grabbing Mo Shuiyi's neck directly.
"Your father is not my opponent, it's up to you?" Blood Spirit Saint Son disdainfully threw Mo Shuiyi out.
Five fingerprints appeared on Mo Shuiyi's neck, which was caught by Wang Zifeng and Young Master Mubai, and then looked at the Holy Son of Blood Spirit.
"Li Mushen is engraving the pattern, hurry up and hold them back." Master Mu Bai said through his voice.
Mo Shuiyi nodded, and the three surrounded the Blood Spirit Son.
"Three on one?"
The Holy Son of Blood Spirit sneered, the whole body was shaken, the breath of the three-star generals emanated, the spirit blood galloped, and the power was endless.
He jumped up and smashed Wang Zifeng on the left with an ordinary punch.
With an ordinary punch, he didn't dare to make Wang Zifeng careless. He directly used the spiritual skill Cold and Heat Palm, and pushed out his palms and collided with the fist of the Holy Son of Blood Spirit.
"Flesh completion!"
The two spiritual powers of cold and heat were unable to penetrate into the flesh of the blood-spirited son, causing Wang Zifeng's complexion to change, and he slapped his palms and retreated.
"late."
The Holy Son of Blood Spirit grinned, his fists turned into claws, and he grabbed it directly. At this time, Young Master Mu Bai attacked and killed him from behind.
The folding fan unfolded, exuding spiritual power, it turned out to be a mysterious weapon, the folding fan slashed iron like mud, and slashed towards the blood spirit holy son.
The Son of Blood Spirit grabbed Wang Zifeng with one hand, then turned around, raised his arm and directly blocked the folding fan. The folding fan was scratched on his arm, and only a white mark could not break his flesh.
Young Master Mu Bai was unwilling, and five poisonous dark arrows were exposed in the Xuanjie folding fan. The whole body retreated, seeing the blood spirit saint son chasing after him, folding the fan, and the five dark arrows shot straight away.
I saw that the Son of Blood Spirit smashed Wang Zifeng fiercely towards Mo Shuiyi, who was charging over again, blocking Mo Shuiyi's offensive.
Then he stretched his arms and stepped on the ground, the spiritual power surged in his palms, and the five dark arrows that were shot out were caught one by one in the palm of his hand.
"The human race really is a sidewalk."
The Son of Blood Spirit looked at the five poisonous dark arrows lying in his palms, threw them directly on the ground, jumped up, and rushed to the front of Young Master Mubai.
"Try the big blood seal of my blood spirit royal family!"
The blood spirit holy son clasped his palms together, his palms vomited out spiritual power, a bright red palm print appeared, and the power was vented out. Before Mubai's son could escape, a blood print slammed into it.
The Great Blood Seal can be said to be a powerful combat skill that everyone of the blood spirit royal family must learn. It needs to be motivated by the blood of a military commander. It has the strength of thousands of cauldrons. His tendons were broken and his five internal organs shattered.
Young Master Mu Bai gushed blood, hurriedly took a crystal clear healing medicine from the ring, and fled in panic.
The Blood Spirit Saint Child screamed and chased after him again.
If Young Master Mubai fought against the Son of Blood Spirit in an open and fair manner, the Son of Blood Spirit would not have hurt him so badly.
You must know that the Son of Blood Spirit most disdain is this kind of human race that uses insidious tricks. Long before he fell asleep, he suffered a lot of losses under the insidious tricks.
Seeing the Son of Blood Spirit chasing and killing Young Master Mubai, Wang Zifeng and Mo Shuiyi looked at each other and hurried up to help.
The other members of the Blood Spirit Royal Clan watched the battle from the sidelines. Without the instructions of the Blood Spirit Holy Son, no one dared to attack the Mohai tribe in front of them.
The Holy Son of Blood Spirit stepped, and soon caught up with the seriously injured Young Master Mu Bai, and directly punched his head.
And just as it was about to hit, a severe crisis struck, causing the Holy Son of Blood Spirit to withdraw his fist.
The sword that Wang Zifeng slashed also fell into the air.
Wang Zifeng stood in front of the Son of Blood Spirit, while Mo Shui Yi stood behind the Son of Blood Spirit, and the two men's breaths climbed to the peak, and they suddenly made a move.
Mo Shuiyi used the family's treasures again, Sharon whistled, while Wang Zifeng used his sword skills, slashing out hundreds of fierce sword qi.
The Son of Blood Spirit resisted the sword energy with his physical body, and flew towards Mo Shuiyi, another big blood mark was printed.
The big blood seal smashed the dry and rotten, and directly smashed the salon that was whistling away. The power did not diminish, and it slammed heavily on Mo Shuiyi's body.
puff……
Mo Shuiyi's face suddenly turned pale, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and flew out heavily, his breath weakened.
At this time, the sword qi had already attacked, and it was so fierce that it cut through the blood of the Son of Blood, and in the sword qi, Wang Zifeng slashed again.
This sword is strong and powerful, and it is the strongest sword made by Wang Zifeng. It hides a sword in countless swords, and it is even more fierce and powerful. The skin has been torn apart, the blood is surging, the spiritual power is rushing, and a sword is slashed on the shoulders of the blood spirit holy son.
But the sword body suddenly stagnated, unable to cut into the blood of the Son of Blood. It turned out that the tip of the sword had been caught by the Son of Blood.
The Blood Spirit Son looked at Wang Zifeng coldly.
Wang Zifeng was drenched in cold sweat on his forehead, but he didn't expect that his strongest sword would still be unable to hurt the Son of Blood.
The Son of Blood Spirit grabbed the sword with his backhand, kicked Wang Zifeng in the chest, kicked it flying, and threw the long sword away, directly hitting Wang Zifeng between the ribs.
At this moment, the power of the formation pattern radiated, and the blood spirit holy son's eyes flashed coldly, and he suddenly looked at the crowd, "Who is carving the formation pattern?"