After Li Muran forcibly refining and stimulating the blood of the Qilin, his body turned into a half-human and half-qilin. He only felt the blood in his body burning like magma, his skin was about to break, and his flesh and blood were also hit by unprecedented impact.

A magnificent and unimaginable energy surged from the blood throughout the body. Although the process was very painful, Li Muran's whole body was full of vitality, and it seemed that there was endless energy to vent.

"Huh" Li Muran shouted softly, slapped his palms forward, and a large amount of magic power surged out of his palms, and then turned into a golden kirin shape.

The shape of the Qilin is the Qilin magic figure attached to the holy jade bracelet refined in his arm. However, with the help of the Qilin blood, the Qilin magic figure showed a shining golden light, which was very thick and its aura was several times stronger.

The Qilin Dharma phase spread its wings and suddenly burst out tens of golden lights; the fire light emitted by the true dragon Dharma phase gradually faded away under the illumination of this golden light, and could not get close to Li Muran's body.

At this time, the Qilin magic image can not only protect Li Muran's whole body, but also can also attack the enemy

The Qilin Dharma Image flapped its wings and turned into a dazzling golden light, whistling towards the charred monk.

The charred monk's face changed and he hurriedly urged the True Dragon Dharma Image to protect him.

In the air, a golden kirin and a real dragon with fire rushing into the sky immediately fought together.

The two powerful magic powers confront each other head-on, and the magic power released was very terrifying. In a moment, the earth shook, the cave collapsed, and the ground torn

The charred cultivator looked solemn and kept injecting magic tricks into the real dragon Dharma image. While using his soul-dividing power to enhance the power of the real dragon Dharma image, Li Muran also endured the huge pain and tried his best to activate the true energy in his body, continuously sending magic power into the Qilin Dharma image.

Both of them were doing their best because they knew very well that whoever had the upper hand in the light of the Dharma image would win the final victory and whoever could leave the cave alive

The stalemate between the Qilin Dharma Image and the True Dragon Dharma Image only lasted half a stick of incense, but for the two, it seemed as if it had been a few days and nights.

Finally, in a deafening muffled sound, the two types of lights of Dharma phases actually turned into ignition lights in a huge explosion, and the golden light disappeared.

This ancient cave was completely destroyed, and the ground of the cave was torn and torn, revealing a ravine hundreds of feet deep.

Li Muran and the charred monk both exhausted their magic power in this moment, and they could not even use their flight skills, and they fell into the ravines one after another.

Fortunately, Li Muran has made some achievements in practicing physical exercises, otherwise he would have been thrown to death.

Despite this, the fall was not light. He struggled to get up and looked carefully at his opponent - the charred monk who also fell not far away.

At this time, the charred monk's aura was weaker. Seeing this, Li Muran felt a little relieved.

"Good boy" charred monk reluctantly sat up: "You actually killed all the souls of my seat. Although the souls of my seat were destroyed, my seat's clone could no longer communicate with the body. However, when the souls of my seat were stimulated, my seat's divine consciousness had already known your existence. My seat's body will spare no effort to chase you. As long as you are still on this ancient land, you will definitely be unable to escape death."

Li Muran took a few steps forward and wanted to completely kill the charred monk. However, his body's magic power was not strong enough, and he forced his blood to refine the Qilin blood. At this time, he was finally retaliated by the Qilin blood.

His whole body's magic power seemed to be solidified and could not be consumed at all; his body also seemed to have lost control and became stiffer. In the end, Li Muran could not even move his legs, standing stiffly in the original place, only more than ten feet away from the charred monk.

At this time, the charred monk also had no power of resistance. As long as Li Muran could walk over and add a sword to him, he might be able to kill him easily.

However, Li Muran could not cross this ten feet of distance

Li Muran was shocked. If the other party took a step back and could kill him with just one knife. This situation was very dangerous.

The fierce fighting lights, golden lights and other spiritual lights gradually disappeared because neither of them could sacrifice their magic power, and the depths of the ground became pitch black.

In the darkness, both of them were trying hard to mobilize a little magic power to kill the other party to prevent future troubles

At this tense moment, suddenly a few light sounds came from a distance.

At first, both of them thought it was the sound of rocks falling, but the sound was getting closer and closer, and it was clearly not rocks.

"Is it a monster?" Li Muran and the Cai Hei Cultivator were both shocked. At this time, even a first-level monster appeared, it was enough to swallow the two of them into their stomachs.

Although Li Muran cannot mobilize his magic power, he has practiced the dark eye technique for many years. At this time, he can still see some faint outlines in the depths of the dark underground.

He vaguely saw that the figures of several monks approaching here seemed to be the figures of them.

"Are there other cultivators nearby?" Li Muran's heart sank again. He tried his best to mobilize the magic power in his body, but he could not do it at all.

After the monks approached a little in the dark, they seemed to see Li Muran and the others. One of the monks suddenly said something, and his tone was very panicked.

"There are other people here?" The charred monk was shocked when he heard the voice. Moreover, he had never heard the language spoken by the other party.

"Who is the sacred person?" The charred monk said in his heart. With his knowledge, he knew a little about the language of almost all races on this ancient land, but he could not understand what the other party said at all.

After hearing those words, Li Muran looked shocked, but then she showed a look of surprise.

"The language of the Dark Night Clan?" Li Muran was very surprised, "Are they members of the Dark Night Clan?"

He had just heard clearly that the mysterious monk was speaking in the language of the Dark Night Clan: "Why did the dome collapse? Did an outsider break into this place? These two guys seem to be orc monks. Be careful and don't expose the location of the gathering place of their clan."

"Are you a member of the Dark Night Clan?" Li Muran hurriedly said loudly in the language of the Dark Night Clan.

In the darkness, the monks were shocked when they heard this. One of them immediately asked, "Why do you, the orc monk, know the existence of the Dark Night Clan?"

"It's indeed the Dark Night Clan." Li Muran was overjoyed and said with a thought: "To be honest, I am not an orc race. I just refined orc blood and pretended to be an orc cultivator. I am actually a member of the Dark Night Clan, and I have also practiced the Dark Night Clan's direct martial arts."

As he said that, Li Muran immediately recited some of the formulas in the Dark Night Clan's exercises: "...Dark Eye Technique uses Qi to transform essence, nourish the eyes with essence, and can secretly see thousands of miles..."

After memorizing hundreds of words of martial arts formula in one breath, the monks of the Dark Night Clan immediately believed most of them.

"Ah, he is indeed a member of the clan, and the martial arts he said seem to be more complete than what we have practiced," several monks from the Dark Night Clan also said happily.

The charred monk looked stunned. He could see nothing in the dark, but he could hear the conversation between Li Muran and other monks, but he could not understand at all.

However, the tone of the mysterious monks was first surprised and repelled, but later they became extremely happy. It was obvious that Li Muran had already touched them in a few words.

The charred monk sank in his heart, knowing that he might have died.

"What's going on? He actually ambushed his accomplices underground? Is it also a remnant of the Lin Ren clan? Unfortunately, the soul split has been killed and cannot inform the original body of this important matter." The charred monk sighed in his heart: "However, the original body already knows that a powerful descendant of the Lin Ren clan killed the soul split and snatched the treasure, which is enough."

"Brother of clans, why are you still moving? Are you injured?" One of the Dark Night Clan monks immediately accepted Li Muran and changed his words to call him his clan brother. He pointed to the charred monk and asked Li Muran: "Is this orc monk an enemy or a friend?"

Li Muran replied without hesitation: "This is a mortal enemy, you must not let him leave alive, otherwise you will reveal the secret of your clan. I was injured when I fought with him just now. You can take the opportunity to kill him quickly, and he should have no power to resist."

"Yes" several monks of the Dark Night Clan immediately slowly approached the charred monk and took out the sharp blade swords one by one.

"Kill" one of the Dark Night Clan monks shouted and took the lead; the other monks followed one after another, danced sharp blades with their hands, and slashed wildly.

Without the blessing of mana, and the injury was severe, the charred monk was also reduced to fish at this time and was left to slaughter.

In a moment, a clone of a big figure in the Dragon Human race was killed by several Dark Night Clan monks.

After killing the charred monk, a Dark Night Clan monk took down the storage bag, Yu Linglong and other treasures left by the charred monk, and handed it to Li Muran, and said respectfully: "The clan brother seems to have much more complete formulas than I am. Could it be that my Dark Night Clan has other tribes? And the clan brother came to give me some advice.

Li Muran didn't know how to answer, so he simply kept silent.

Seeing that Li Muran did not speak, the monk of the Dark Night Clan said in a panic: "It was the villain who asked the liar. The villain's cultivation was too low and he was indeed not qualified to know about these major events. I will send my clan brother to the tribe's leader now. The clan brother can explain it to the clan leader in detail without saying it to us clearly."

"Very good," Li Muran agreed. In fact, he couldn't move now and had no way to object.
Chapter completed!