Super NPC system

Chapter 234 Fall of Transformation God
Mu Qingcheng's ferocious methods shocked everyone present, even Wuming and the old Taoist were shocked by his powerful methods.Mu Qingcheng is indeed strong, and his aptitude is against the sky, but one move can kill two thousand monks ranging from Qi training to the sixth and seventh levels of the Golden Core. A monk in the emptiness period can't do it so easily!
The "Kowloon God Fire Cover" is so powerful that everyone can't help but be shocked by this mysterious magic weapon in Mu Qingcheng's hands. It can make Mu Qingcheng kill two thousand monks with one move at the level of Jindan three-turn, the power of this mysterious magic weapon There is no doubt that it is powerful——

Mu Qingcheng's icy eyes swept slowly over the nine cultivators who transformed themselves into gods.

"Several, the others have already gone, and now I will send you to reunite with them—" Mu Qingcheng sneered, a strange light of alternating black and white flashed across his body.

call out--

Mu Qingcheng's figure disappeared in an instant, and then appeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, the distance between him and a cultivator who transformed himself into a god had already been shortened in an instant.

"White Magnetic Slash——" Mu Qingcheng yelled loudly as soon as he stabilized his figure, and waved his hand to shoot a few white white magnetic slashes in the void, slashing on the void around the cultivator who transformed the spirit.

"Validification—"

"Ah! It's invalid!—" The cultivator of Huashen was still in shock. Seeing Mu Qingcheng approaching suddenly, he hurriedly cast the spell in horror, trying to blur his body and avoid Mu Qingcheng's attack, but suddenly found The spell actually failed.

"Desperation——" Mu Qingcheng hit the white magnetic slash around the cultivator in order to use the strange effect of the white magnetic slash to disturb the surrounding space, so that the monk could not use void magic formulas to escape, so he had already expected it As a result, the subordinates didn't stop at all, and grabbed the monk's face.

The faint power of soul-stirring radiated out, and Mu Qingcheng's every move carried the power to shake other people's souls.

"Drink——" The monk saw Mu Qingcheng grabbing it with his big hand, and glanced over habitually. Suddenly, he felt a little psychedelic and uneasy, as if he was about to be sucked away. He quickly calmed down and gathered his energy , yelling violently, shaking Mu Qingcheng's soul-stirring power away.

"I still want to escape—" Mu Qingcheng sternly shouted, waved his hands and slapped the void several times, superimposing the gravity of the towering giant mountain, these palms of his slapped in the void, and instantly evacuated the air in this area.

The monk suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing, as if the surrounding air had been evacuated, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"24 soul arresting formations"——" Mu Qingcheng immediately shot 24 faint rays of light into the void, and arranged a formation to trap the cultivator who transformed himself into the spirit.

"Blast-break-flow-star-fist-"

Mu Qingcheng's fists glowed faintly, like two small meteors, across the sky, and hit the cultivator in it through the formation. Through the 24 light gates, Mu Qingcheng's strength increased by 24 times——

call!woo woo——

Because the power was too strong, when it scraped through the space, it caused a strong whistling sound, and the berserk power blasted towards the cultivator of Transforming God fiercely——

bang, bang——

The cultivator just resisted for a while, blocked Mu Qingcheng's punch, and then his body was shattered by the powerful force, his body was dismembered on the spot, and he was immediately blasted into the formation. The mist slowly poured down, and there were a few sample-level ordinary magical artifacts, which fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Mu Qingcheng stood indifferently in the void. The blasted corpse in front of him and the spray of blood made him bring the pressure of death to everyone.

It only took a few breaths from the time he shot to the end, killing the cultivator at the first level of Transformation God.

The fall of a cultivator who transformed himself into a god was just such a simple matter for Mu Qingcheng.And Mu Qingcheng's expression didn't fluctuate too much from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't put much effort into it. This kid is really terrifying. Could it be that the cultivator of Huashen is just a low-level gangster on the side of the road——

Nine to one, and the remaining eight.

None of the nine deity cultivators could do anything to Mu Qingcheng and others. On the contrary, Mu Qingcheng and others killed more than 9000 monks who came with them. Now there is one less of the nine deities. The remaining eight people felt an extremely heavy pressure, wanting to crush them into a pile of meatloaf.

Mu Qingcheng's golden pupils swept across, and the eight monks couldn't help feeling a chill on their necks, and their hairs stood on end.

"Cultivator of Transforming God—that's all—" Mu Qingcheng shouted arrogantly, he is indeed qualified to say this.

At this time, the remaining eight monks were terrified of being killed.

Originally, I thought that there were nine cultivators who transformed spirits and more than [-] cultivators ranging from Jindan to Qi Cultivation realm. It was only a matter of time before the Mu family and these people were wiped out. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, the other party Just use the facts to give yourself an answer—sometimes, the number of people is useless—

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—coincidentally, the remaining eight cultivators wanted to escape.

"I still want to escape—Big Qiao, Little Qiao—" Mu Qingcheng shouted loudly, and flew out with the avatar to intercept.

Moo——The big flood dragon roared, its thick body twisted in the air, and quickly stopped a monk, and with a flick of its huge tail, it slammed the monk back.

The old Taoist priest also threw a large number of talismans, floating in the air, restricting a space, so that even the monks who transformed themselves into gods could not pass through.

Wuming appeared as a clone, and his figure was everywhere. No matter which direction those monks fled, they would be stopped by him. Wuming stopped the escape of the three monks who had transformed themselves into gods.

Moo——The little flood dragon roared immaturely, turned around, and stopped the last monk.

"Naughty animal, courting death—" The cultivator who transformed the spirit was stopped, shouted angrily, jumped down the wall in a hurry, and slapped the little flood dragon viciously.Although the dragons are very talented, the little dragon is still a young dragon, unable to stop a cultivator of transforming spirits by himself, and was sent flying by a palm, knocking off a few dragon scales.

"Moo! Moo!" The little Jiaolong screamed and fell down.

Moo——When the big dragon saw the child being injured, in a rage, he swept away the monk who was blocking him with his tail, and then rushed to the monk who injured the little dragon. He stabbed up fiercely, pierced the monk back and forth, and with a swing of the huge head, the monk was thrown out.

"Ah!" the cultivator was pierced through the body by the dragon's horn, and exclaimed in agony.

whoosh-

Mu Qingcheng faced the direction in which the monk was thrown, and with a flash, he seized the opportunity to appear in front of the monk, stretched out his hand and clasped the monk's neck.

"Die—" Mu Qingcheng said coldly, his face was expressionless, he had already become a little numb after killing too many people.

A black light flashed in his hand, and the extremely sharp black magnetic light bypassed the monk's neck, cut his head from the neck, separated the body from the head, and the spurted blood was several meters high, and then the body straightened Straight down.

Boom!Mu Qingcheng's primordial force was aroused, and the monk's head was blown to pieces.

Two of them died, and seven of the nine died.

"Evil ghost——you are more evil and cruel than the Infernal Evil Ghost in the Nether Ghost Realm. The image of "Gui Yuan Zong" has been ruined in your hands. How dare "Gui Yuan Zong" dare to be called "Gui Yuan Zong" if you teach such a disciple? You are one of the top ten righteous sects in the monk world, and the monks of the evil way are not as good as you, you are simply the embodiment of evil—" Among the seven monks, the first monk in yellow said to Mu Qingcheng.

"Fellow Daoist He, the seven of us can only survive if we join forces—" a monk said to the other six.

All seven nodded.

"Even if you join forces, there is only one way to die. If you go together, you will die faster—" Mu Qingcheng sneered, and blatantly attacked the seven of them.

"Explosive Meteor Fist—"

Whoosh whoosh!Before the seven of them joined forces to attack, Mu Qingcheng's berserk power surged in, forcing the seven of them to separate and dodge.

Hey——Suddenly a golden light flashed across the sky, a golden flying boat flew across the sky, and stopped above Tianfengfu City. Two Huashen cultivators in robes embroidered with dragons and painted phoenixes alighted from the flying boat. Above the void, looking down.

The seven monks were overjoyed. They didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, so they asked for help.

"Two fellow Taoists, help us quickly. These monks are vicious and ferocious, and they are the enemies of righteousness. We must not let them go—" the seven of them begged for help to the two monks in royal robes.

Whoosh—two monks in imperial robes flew down and stood opposite each other, forming a three-way confrontation.

"May I ask who is "Guiyuanzong" Mu Qingcheng?" A slightly thin monk in royal robes suddenly asked.

When the seven monks heard that the other party was looking for Mu Qingcheng, they felt mixed feelings for a while. They didn't know whether the two were Mu Qingcheng's enemies or his helpers.

Mu Qingcheng stood in the void expressionlessly, and said lightly: "I am Mu Qingcheng, who are you—"

"You are Mu Qingcheng?" the two monks suddenly said joyfully.

"good--"

"I've met Uncle Mu Qingcheng—" the two monks in royal robes who looked like 70 to [-]-year-old men suddenly called out to Mu Qingcheng respectfully.

"The two of us were originally members of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Fortunately, the master took pity on us and accepted the two of us as registered disciples. I heard from people in the clan that the uncle passed by the imperial city, so the two of us boldly guessed that the uncle I came back to visit my relatives, so the two of us came to visit my uncle—" the two said respectfully.

"A registered disciple? Are you the Supreme Emperor of the Great Zhou Imperial City?" Mu Qingcheng suddenly remembered what Wuming had said, and asked.

"Ha, that's right, it's our two brothers. Uncle Shi knew our brothers before. It seems that "Gui Yuanzong" hasn't forgotten us—" the two suddenly said excitedly.

"Um--"

Mu Qingcheng nodded: "The two of you go ahead first, and after I clean up these seven people, I will talk—"

Naturally, Mu Qingcheng would not easily believe what they said, even if what they said was true, who knows if they came to stop them now in order to preserve the reputation of "Gui Yuanzong"!
"These seven people offended Master Uncle? Let us two brothers come together to help Master Uncle—" In order to make Mu Qingcheng say more good things in the sect, the two hoped that they could become regular disciples from registered disciples, so they tried their best to please Mu Qingcheng. Allure -

(End of this chapter)