Chapter 45 Source Reproduction

The young man and the girl kept rushing in the direction of the spirit tribe. Mu Chen still vaguely remembers the words said by the silver wolf after the transformation: "I feel that the danger is gradually approaching here."

Mu Chen's strength is very mysterious to the lark and others, but the silver wolf is also mysterious to Mu Chen. In the previous battle with the ghost lion, Mu Chen has never heard of the word "holy beast" in the second population. The surge in the strength of the silver wolf makes him puzzled, but Mu Chen still has absolute trust in the silver wolf. Since the silver wolf said that it was dangerous, Mu Chen could only take the lark to enter the spiritual tribe as soon as possible. After all, the spiritual patriarch is also a master of the spiritual realm.

After running for a long time, the original hot sun is no longer hot, and the originally bright sunlight is no longer dazzling, but shines with a faint red halo, and it won't be long before it will be shrouded in darkness again.

The lark looked at the red sun in the sky and sighed, "For good, before night falls, we can reach the spiritual tribe, which is within the control of the spirit tribe."

At the entrance of the Ling tribe, several old men were anxiously waiting for something and looked into the distance from time to time.

"Ead Elder Mingyu, don't worry. Since the people of the mountain tribe have retreated, it proves that Wu Yan's mission has been completed and should be on their way back now." In the center of several old men, a wrinkled but not old-fashioned elder wore a beard. It is not difficult to see the respect of other people to him. This person is the spiritual patriarch, but even he can't hide a trace of worry on his face.

Both the Ling tribe and the mountain tribe know the details of each other. It's not easy for Wu Yan and others to successfully kill Shanjian. Ming Yu sighed: "If these juniors hadn't desperately sneaked into the mountain tribe, maybe these old bones would have been buried on the battlefield. Speaking of which, there are really many masters of the mountain people. That's disgusting."

"Alas, the guys of the mountain tribe were really cruel. Fortunately, they suddenly retreated from the army, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable." Another old man looked at a small wound on his arm and said unwillingly.

Not far from the range of the spirit tribe, the lark and Mu Chen run desperately. They don't want to move forward in the night. After all, there are poisons everywhere here.

Finally, the two arrived at the jurisdiction of the spiritual tribe. Mu Chen gasped: "Now I can finally feel at ease. Even if there are enemies, they should not come here."

The lark also put down his hanging heart: "Although Brother Wu and Brother Baiya are no longer here, the task can finally be completed. In the future, the mountain tribe will have no leader, and the death period is not far away."

Just as the two slowed down and walked forward at ease, a strange laugh suddenly rippled in the forest and kept echoing. Mu Chen and the lark even felt dizzy after hearing this.

"Hahaha, even if the mountain tribe is destroyed, do you think you can really escape from the palm of my hand!"

A handsome and even strange man slowly walked out, dressed in white and with fair skin. A pair of sharp pupils looked up at the sky, holding a pure white folding fan in his hand. Although he kept fanning his body, none of the black hair that fell on his shoulders was blown.

"Qingyuan!!"

Mu Chen and Bailing couldn't help blurting out the name at the same time, the real master of the Dora Mountains, a real spiritual master.

Mu Chen's heart sank and stood in front of the lark, staring at the handsome man opposite him. He could see every move of the other party, and his brain thought about how to escape in front of him, but in front of absolute strength, all the little cleverness was useless.

"Ky, we met again. Obviously, it's the real state, but we can escape from my hands. It's really commendable." "Bang", Qingyuan's open white folding fan suddenly closed, and his eyes, which were originally covered with a layer of fog, suddenly became sharp: "But there is no next time."

Mu Chen turned her head and whispered to the lark, "I will try my best to pester him. If you want to seize every opportunity to escape, the other party is too strong. Now we can't win at all."

"But..."

When the lark was about to speak, Qingyuan said slowly, "You don't have to think about running away. No one can leave today." The words turned around and looked at Mu Chen again, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes: "Oh? Last time you were just a first-class truth, but now you have reached the fourth class. I have to call you a genius.

With that, Qingyuan looked at the lark again: "I didn't expect that you two little geniuses have been met by me. You really can't be careless. With your qualifications, you may come to avenge me one day when you break through the real world and reach the spiritual realm."

Mu Chen frowned, and the black whirlpool in his mind turned rapidly. He was ready to release the silver wolf, and the purple arrogance slowly spread all over his body.

The lark took out a big emerald bow from behind again, and several black iron arrows were ready to shoot at any time. Each arrow was wrapped in sharp true qi, and the destructive power could be imagined.

Qingyuan's mouth raised a slight arc, and a cloud of gray fog gradually condensed in the palm of his hand. The fog kept rolling and compressing in his palm, as if the solid version was swimming in the palm of his hand. Suddenly, the palm suddenly exerted force, and a small mass of fog seemed to have not changed, but through the purple pupils, Mu Chen's energy in the fog was amazing. The speed increased, and the original light gray gradually turned into a strong dark black, as if there was life, rolling freely in the palm of Qingyuan's hand.

Looking at the black fog condensed by himself, his palm waved forward, and a mass of fog suddenly flew out. The power waved by Qingyuan was not great, but the speed of the fog was amazingly fast. Mu Chen stood in front of the white-collar worker, who had already pulled up the big bow. There was only one sharp arrow on the string. Before the arrow was yet been issued, he could already feel the power of the silk. .

Muchen's purple magic gas condensed in his hands to compress and grow. Countless true qi wrapped in silk purple, and the ancient magic qi greedily devoured a large amount of true qi, but its own growth speed was extremely slow.

"Hum!!"

The sharp arrow in the lark's hand suddenly shot out, mixed with violent power. Even Mu Chen saw such a powerful attack by the lark for the first time.

"W... chi。。。 chi..."

The sharp arrow suddenly collided with the black fog. The sharp tip of the sharp sword could not penetrate the gas. The sharp arrow rotated rapidly. The tip of the sword at the front was like a full horsepower turning head, as if the excellent sword was chopping the indestructible treasure, emitting harsh friction.

Finally, the sharp arrow penetrated the small black fog, and the tip of the sword gradually creeped into the dark air mass. As the black iron arrow gradually passed through the fog, the speed of rotation gradually slowed down, but the speed of the fog did not decrease, and the sharp arrow gradually exposed from the other end of the tip of the sword. .

Qingyuan still hugged the evil smile and looked at the sharp arrow passing through the black fog, and the tip of the sword pointed straight to the direction in which he was standing.

After the sharp arrow passed through the thick fog, the whole body of the arrow seemed to be painted black, losing its original sharpness and speed. After completely penetrating the black fog, the sharp arrow landed weakly on the ground, and there was not even the metal sound of the black iron landing.

The lark stared at the arrow he shot with all his strength and fell so easily. The palm-sized black fog still flew towards Mu Chen and the two of them.

Mu Chen has never looked at the scene of the collision between the sharp arrow and the fog, and has not even raised his head. His purple eyes have been staring at the small purple ball condensed by his hands, and sweat keeps dripping from his head.

Finally, a fingernail-sized purple ball was formed in the palm of his hand. Mu Chen suddenly looked up, and seemed to pass a purple streamer under his feet. The figure quickly rushed forward, and the heart of his right hand controlled the little purple sphere. Although it was not big, it contained extremely violent energy.

"Moon step!"

With Mu Chen's fall, his speed reached the extreme in an instant. This is the maximum speed he used after he completed the moon step. Even the pupil of Qingyuan on the opposite side couldn't help dilated. Is this speed really a real master, and he is also a fourth-class real ghost, which is simply horrible.