With an angry shout, Mu Zizhen's sword energy rushed away like a furious wave. His body was as fast as a swimming dragon, almost becoming one with the Qingfeng sword, and the rainbow sword energy swayed like stars and flames,

Directly take the Emperor's slave's heavenly spirit. This move, "Burn the Nine Heavens", as its name suggests, is a move that exhausts the warrior's cultivation and burns both jade and stone.

However, the "Soul Evil" Emperor Slave is one of the four masters of Yinglong. Although he is the last in the ranking, he still has the demon power of a thousand years of cultivation. Mu Zizhen is a mortal after all. Even though his martial arts cultivation is extremely high and his sword skills are

He was praised for his fierceness, but how could he withstand this thousand-year monster? The emperor's slave turned slightly, raised his sleeves, and turned into a phantom of blue smoke.

"Boom--" There was only a loud explosion sound. Mu Zizhen's move hit the beam of the main hall, and the beam was broken into pieces. The collapsed curtain gauze fell to the table below, and was being

The white candle ignited. In just a moment, tongues of flames connected together, turning the Buddhist temple into a sea of ​​flames.

"Ouch, the slave family really didn't expect that Daxia Mu would be so careless." Above the sea of ​​fire, the alluring figure of the emperor's slave suddenly appeared.

Mu Zizhen immediately attacked with his sword, and saw a flash of sword light, flying in front of Emperor Nu, but it passed through the air. Emperor Nu's figure turned into smoke again, and this was another phantom.

"Oh, it's really boring, not interesting at all." This time, the emperor's slave did not show up, but his strange figure echoed in the empty hall, "In this case, the slave family won't play with you anymore. Mu Da

Xia, before I leave, I would like to give you a heads up. You should quickly think about how to deal with your ugly junior brother. Not only is he disobedient, but his skills have also greatly increased, which is not easy to deal with."

The emperor's slave's voice gradually weakened, as if he was really leaving, and only joking words floated from a distance:

"Hehe, what's a good name for this excerpt? Is it 'Senior Brother Kills Demons and Kills All Relatives' or 'Junior Brother Swallows Brother and Massacres All over Tianshui Town'? Master Mu, please don't mess up the performance~"

The frivolous and teasing tone revealed the fact that Mu Zi really didn't want to face: if he didn't stop Ju Chen, and if he lost all humanity and only knew how to eat people to fill his belly, it would surely bring disaster to the entire Tianshui Town. By then,

, I don’t know how many innocent creatures will be swallowed up by Ju Chen.

At this time, the culprit, Emperor Nu, had already left. Mu Zizhen, who was standing with a sword, silently looked at Ju Chen, who did not leave any trace of a human being.

The iron chain that once imprisoned the opponent has been cut off by the emperor's slave, leaving only half of the iron chain hanging on his wrist. Now the demon Juchen is as tall as two people, with a ferocious face and an ugly appearance. His fangs and sharp claws make him...

It didn't look like a human being, but more like a ferocious beast. He held the bones in his hands and gnawed them, not caring even if the flames were coming to his side. The red blood beads snaked along his sharp claws and along the broken iron chain.

Sliding down, dripping into the dust.

The flames rose, projecting the cannibal's figure on the white wall. This scene gradually overlapped with the childhood images in his memory. Mu Zi was so sad and speechless, he could only watch the two of them helplessly.

The tragedy of ten years ago happened again. Only this time, what he faced was no longer the heinous ape demon Zhu Yan, but his once dear and sincere junior brother...

The oath he once made to "kill all the demons in the world" has become the last thing he wants to fulfill at this moment.

The promise he made in the past to "never leave you behind" has become the last word he can keep at this moment.

Boundless grief, like a tide like a sea, almost drowned Mu Zizhen. His hands seemed to be bound by plumb bobs, which were extremely heavy. His feet seemed to be tied by huge rocks, dragging each other painfully. However,

, he still tightened his fingers, tightly grasped the hilt of the sword in his palm, and moved slowly.

It was difficult, but he still walked slowly towards the sea of ​​fire and the violent demon step by step.

His arms were as strong as a sword, but he still slowly raised his hands bit by bit, pointing his sword at his former brother.

"Achen."
Chapter completed!