But the war does not allow them to retreat.

The old lady's eyes sank, and she waved her hand again: "Come on."

Another group of guards came up, this time they all had props in their hands.

The guards threw the black net in the direction of Ye Zhikuang, but as soon as the black net was thrown into the air, Qibao used a freeze-frame illusion to fix the black net in place.

Mo Junxie waved his green light whip and swung the black net fiercely towards the guards who were rushing towards them.

The black net turned into a big net, enveloping the guards in the black net like fish.

By the time the guard reacted, he had been bundled into a ball by the black net, and finally his limbs and throat were cut by the black net, and he died.

The guard who had not yet gone to the battlefield trembled and said: "Old lady, there is something wrong with that man. The whip in his hand looks like it has a soul. The evil spirit of the Rakshasa net is very strong, and ordinary whips cannot be used."

It's still intact after hitting the Rakshasa net."

The old lady's eyes fell on the green light whip that had fallen on the ground.

The whip emits cyan light, and a wisp of white mist lingers around the whip.

She had long realized that there was something wrong with the whip, and there was also something wrong with the person.

When he used the whip, the old lady didn't feel any martial spirit from him at all.

He didn't use martial arts. In other words, a person who is powerful enough would not need to borrow martial arts when using props.

This made the old lady even more curious about who the man in front of her was?

"Who are you?" the old lady asked in a deep voice. It was obvious that he was very protective of Ye Zhikuang.

"A person who wants to take your life." Mo Junxie said calmly.

Then he turned around and said, "Isn't it time for us to take the stage?"

Ye Zhikuang sneered: "I have never tried what it feels like to massacre a city." But she has tried massacring a person from the national castle.

I know how refreshing that feeling is.

If Mrs. Murong wants to kill her, it is impossible for her to show mercy to her.

"Then try it now and kill all the more than 200 guards and secret guards here. What do you think?" Mo Junxie said softly, as if he was talking sweetly and not like a man who was ready to go on a killing spree.

Ye Zhikuang raised his face slightly: "The scene of corpses lying everywhere should be very spectacular."

Qibao was not willing to be left alone and added a sentence: "It would be great if there was a river. It would be spectacular if the blood flowed into a river. Then throw the body into the river, and there are broken limbs and broken arms floating in the blood. Ah... It's so beautiful and poetic."

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After hearing this, the old lady took a deep breath. She was holding the crutches in both hands and ordered again in a deep voice: "Come together. If these two dangerous tribesmen escape, you will die here."

She picked up the crutch and pointed at Ye Zhikuang.

Although the group of guards behind her were scared, as guards, they were not qualified to retreat.

The leader of the guards rushed forward first.

Then the guards and secret guards surrounded him, trying to take advantage of the large number of people.

However, the sound of whipping, the sound of swords, and the screams all told Old Taijun that the two people in front of her were treating the guards in her Murong Mansion as toys.

She growled: "Damn thief."

The crutch in her hand was released heavily, and a circular silver light figure appeared under her feet. Inside the circle was a dark Five Elements Bagua figure large enough to fill the circle.

A huge figure suddenly jumped out of her silver image.

Standing proudly in the huge ancestral hall square, it is a huge green body with a dragon head, tiger body and centipede legs.

She combined her beast martial soul with the dragon soul of the dragon clan, and also imitated the dragon clan's use of the dragon soul of her dead predecessor to inspire her own martial soul to gain the power of true integration. She did countless experiments with the dragon soul, and finally synthesized it.

Such a monster comes out.

When Qibao saw that the dragon was not like a dragon, the tiger was not like a tiger, and the centipede was not like a centipede, Qibao laughed loudly: "Hahahaha..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"My mummy, hahaha, it's so ugly——"

Only Qibao dared to openly make fun of Old Mrs. Murong for her ugly beast spirit.

After Mo Junxie saw the appearance of the monster, his face turned green and white, not because it was so ugly, but because of why the dead old woman wanted to ruin the "dragon" like that.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" A beast martial soul that already possesses an entity and has obtained the power of a dragon soul definitely possesses terrifying power.

The old lady did not disdain their teasing, and said coldly in a low voice: "Tear them apart, they will be your most delicious food today."

Murderous aura emerged from the soles of Mo Junxie's feet, and he suddenly put away the whip in his hand. At this moment, he stood with one hand behind his back and the other hand in front of him, his eyes full of coldness and calmness.

A whirlwind blew up his colorful clothes.

They watched with ferocious eyes as the monster, which looked neither dragon nor tiger, walked towards them vigorously.

Every time the monster takes a step, the ground shakes.

At this time, Mo Junxie waved his hand and threw a white sphere with a space as big as a palm towards Ye Zhikuang: "You are no match for him, leave here with the golden beetle, I will be back soon.

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"Go away." Ye Zhikuang glared at Mo Junxie coldly. Every time he fought, he told her to go back, go back to your sister. She has been hiding under his wings. In the future, when she encounters a strong enemy, he will tell her how to fight.

Why doesn't he understand that the protection she wants is not to hide behind him, but to fight with him.

She jumped up, raised her feet, and kicked the white space back violently.

However, when the monster saw the white space, it immediately moved faster.

When it approached the white space, the monster stood up and grabbed the white space with its bear-like big hand.

At this time, Ye Zhikuang used the orchid vine to wrap around the monster's neck, and the deep thorns pierced the monster's flesh. What he got in return was not the monster's scream of pain, but its anger.
Chapter completed!