The poison master who cannot release the poison skills is a tiger that pulls out his teeth, and this is what Musal is.]

Song Li flew to him without hesitation at all. When his fist was clenched, the majestic fist wind shook the air around him.

A faint purple fire began to bloom gradually at Song Li's fist. Looking at the naked eye, it looked like a delicate flower, extremely beautiful, but this spark was not for viewing, but for killing people.

With a punch, the whole arm was like a fire python. The flames rushing out of the fist were the letters spit out by the fire python.

The fog surrounding the surrounding suddenly turned into water droplets because of the sudden violent heat.

The real people in the South China Sea were not far from Song Li and Old Musar. They could feel the sudden murderous intent and Old Musar's fear that suddenly surged out of Song Li, and felt the heat that was rolling around like waves, and subconsciously took a few steps back.

Not to mention anything else, Song Li's powerful murderous intent burst out at this time made him feel distracted.

"I haven't seen each other for several hours, and Song Li seems to be much stronger again..." Nanhai real man murmured.

Now he happened to be standing behind Song Li, and he didn't have the idea of ​​sneak attack. However, when this idea was just born, it was wiped out by the fist wind that Song Li blasted at Old Musal. A voice in his heart kept telling him that if he didn't want to die, don't provoke Song Li on his own initiative.

When this voice appeared in his heart, the real person of Nanhai was stunned, because he knew that this was a manifestation of his great fear of Song Li, and it was also considered a unique perception of danger by the monk.

But he didn't understand, and in less than a day, Song Li suddenly became so terrible.

Even before this, I was not his opponent, but I would never be so afraid in my heart. At least at that time, I still had the power to fight against Song Li.

"Uh, the Mahayana period, this is the Mahayana period..."

It was precisely because of some reason that he felt that Song Li was very terrible that the Nanhai Zhenren investigated Song Li's cultivation level. Song Li, who was in the battle, naturally could not hide his cultivation level. The Nanhai Zhenren, who was also at the first level of the Mahayana stage, could see through it in one go. When he found that Song Li had already had Mahayana stage cultivation level, he couldn't help but roar in shock, and his lips were trembling a little.

If it were other Mahayana-stage powerhouses, they would not have caused such a big reaction from him. He himself had already been in Mahayana-stage.

The problem is that Song Li is different from ordinary people. Not long ago, he saw that Song Li defeated the powerful gods in the first level of the Mahayana stage with his cultivation level of the eighth level of the clone. After Song Li was promoted to the Mahayana stage, what kind of cultivation skills would he need to have to control him!

It's fine. Although there are few geniuses who kill people higher than the level, there are not a shortage of people. What surprised him even more was that the interval between Song Li from the eighth level of the clone to the first level of the Mahayana period was less than a day. In other words, Song Li took less than a day to break through from the eighth level of the clone to the first level of the Mahayana period. Such a terrible cultivation speed could be sure that before Song Li, there had never appeared on the Nebula Continent.

If he knew that Song Li had only three hours of actual breakthrough, he didn't know what to think.

The exclamation of the Nanhai real man also shocked the two beauties of Baoyu. He couldn't help but turn his eyes to Song Li, and he made some investigation. His eyes suddenly changed. Looking at Song Li, he looked like he was looking at a monster. The two of them felt very glad at the same time. Fortunately, they didn't agree to join forces with Mr. Musar to deal with Song Li just now.

To be honest, they were indeed very interested in Song Li, and they also did a lot of things to kill and seize treasures. Song Li is the prince of the Holy Lion Empire and the most talented alchemist on the Nebula Continent. He has also been to the Nebula War Zone. The treasures on his body are naturally indispensable. So he did not agree to Old Musal join forces to deal with Song Li before, because the two wanted to find a suitable opportunity to kill Song Li and take over the treasures on Song Li himself.

But now, the two of them were thinking of snatching Song Li in their hearts. They were laughing at that when they were cloning the eighth level, they could kill the powerful gods in the first level of the Mahayana stage. Now they have been promoted to the Mahayana stage, and they are asking for trouble for him.

The two of them looked at each other first, then looked at the real person in Nanhai, thinking that this guy was probably in trouble. He just now promised Old Musar to deal with Song Li together in front of Song Li.

Old Musal suddenly felt as if he had seen the God of Death in Song Li's fist wind, and could not use the poison master's skills. In front of Song Li, he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, without a trace of strength to fight back.

The huge heat from Song Li's fist wind rushes towards Old Musal's face. Old Musal has no time to dodge and is directly wrapped in a heat wave.

The burning sensation only happened for a moment, but the numb skin no longer felt anything.

There was endless anger and unwillingness in his pupils. Just a few hours ago, Song Li almost became his corpse leader. Who would have thought that after a few hours, the situation would reverse and he would become Song Li's soul under his fist.

Old Musar finally knew that Song Li was not an enemy, but as long as he took action against Song Li, he would not give him any chance to breathe, otherwise he would be retaliated by Song Li soon.

Unfortunately, it was too late for Old Musal to know. Under Song Li's fist wind, he was no longer alive in the flames.

Musar, the leader of the drug guru of the Nebula Continent and the national guru of the Nile Kingdom, was killed by Song Li with one punch.

On the side, both Nanhai Zhenren and Baoyu were stunned. Mussar's reputation was so loud that he died at the hands of a royal dandy who had just advanced to the Mahayana period. This result shocked them too much. Although he had seen Song Li defeat Hill, who had a strong body before, he was far from being shocked at this time when Song Li punched Old Mussar.

"This, this, this is dead..." The real man from Nanhai stuttered, looking at Song Li's back, and couldn't help but shiver, because he knew that it was his turn after Song Li killed Old Musal.

"Huh, fortunately, our sisters didn't get involved just now. I thought that Song Li was just a royal dandy with some strength. I didn't expect that not only defeated Hill, but even Musal died at his hands. It would be better for us sisters not to be enemies with him, just search for treasure with peace of mind." Yu Shu murmured with the two beautiful concubines of Baoyu, with a little shock on her face.

Bao Shu, who was standing beside her, also widened her eyes and nodded slowly, expressing her great agreement with Yu Shu's words. Song Li cannot be an enemy, at least not the ones their sisters can be an enemy.

"It's great to kill the drug technician. It seems that this guy is not easy to provoke."

One of the four people said with a smile that before entering the Tantric ruins, he was a disciple of the sect. Although he was not a major sect, he had no good impression of the poison master. At this time, he was very happy to see a young man killing a poison master in a flash. He looked at another old man beside him and said with a little deeper look in his eyes.

"Guo Hui, what you said is a bit exaggerated. I admit that this kid is really good in strength and his talent seems to be very good, but the strength of the first level of the Mahayana stage is there. Such strength is indeed a strong man elsewhere, but it seems that it is not enough here. For the four of us, he is like an ant!"

The old man was named Pope, who was the highest among the four. He now has the highest cultivation level at the fourth level of the Mahayana stage. He was quite stunning as the head of the four, and said coldly to the old man named Guo Hui.

"Guo Hui, you have to know that for so many years, we have been alive until now, and our cultivation is constantly improving. We rely on the eggs of the Fiery Giant Crocodile. If we don't have it, with the strength of the people like us, our cultivation will definitely be difficult to improve. You also know that the life span of the Mahayana-stage strongman is generally maintained at about 4,000 years. If our cultivation cannot be improved, we will be trapped here."

The old woman's name is Tulan, and she is the only woman among the four. She came to Guo Hui's side and said in a very gentle voice.

"Forget it, I, Guo Hui, don't care about this, and I don't want to care about it. Anyway, I don't participate. I can't do such a thing anyway. I can't blame me for not reminding you three. I always feel that this kid has a strange aura, which makes people feel the urge to worship. You have also seen it. This kid almost killed a poison master of the same level with a crushing force. It is definitely not a person who is easy to mess with." Guo Hui sighed and reminded again.

The three people led by Pope saw that Guo Hui had no longer participated in this matter and stopped talking. In their opinion, Song Li only had a mere first-level cultivation level in the Mahayana stage, and the three of them were enough to deal with it. It would be nothing without Guo Hui.

Song Li punched the old Musal and then turned his head and looked at the Nanhai Realm behind him who was trembling slightly. The giant crocodile behind Song Li opened his huge mouth and roared at the Nanhai Realm, which further demonstrated Song Li's anger.

"Since you have agreed to join forces with old Musal, it seems that you want me, Song Li, the head very much..." Song Li sneered coldly.

"No, no, our grudges are not worth mentioning. It was just because I dared not disobey Old Musar. Your Highness, you don't know that I suffered a great loss under Old Musar back then." The real man from Nanhai was a little stunned and immediately explained.

Song Li, who was able to defeat the first level of the Mahayana stage with the eighth level of clone, has been promoted to the Mahayana stage and has just killed old Musal, which has left him with no intention of fighting against him. As for the plan to kill Song Li in the Tantric ruins, he cannot complete anyway, so he can only leave it to the young master.

"Our little grudge is not worth mentioning? You should know that you have heard of me, Song Li, have always been repaid. From the time you promised that Old Musar would join forces and want to kill me, Song Li, we would be deadly revenge."

Song Li said, moving slowly and gently, walking towards the Nanhai Zhenren. In the eyes of Nanhai Zhenren, Song Li seemed to be a god of death. As long as Song Li walked in front of him, he could die.

Seeing that Song Li had just punched Old Musal, he really couldn't raise any confidence to resist Song Li now.

The hatred in the heart of the real person in Nanhai was that he did not hate Song Li who was pressing step by step at this time, but hated the dead old Musar. Since he knew that Song Li had been promoted to the Mahayana stage, he would not hide it from him, but also drag him into the water.

Just when the real person in Nanhai was completely lost, a cold shout came, which made the real person in Nanhai see the hope of survival.
Chapter completed!