Ancient Divine Sovereign

At that moment, Mo Shuiyi's group could be said to have nowhere to run, their only chance to escape, rested on Li Mushen's shoulders.

Surrounded by the crowd, Li Mushen said to the Young Master Mu Bai, "Li Mushen, what is your plan? If you don't hurry up and wait for the King of the Blood Spirit to attack, none of us will be able to escape."

Even Wang Zifeng was looking at Li Mushen.

Li Mushen obviously knew, and he understood the power and terror of the royal blood spirit even better than them. At this moment, his brows were tightly knitted, and he was considering whether he should release the Dragon King Mo from the Human spirit lake's suppression.

The Dragon King Mo did not speak, but waited quietly for Li Mushen's decision. Very quickly, he felt the pressure in the Human spirit lake dissipate, and he knew that Dao Li had already made his decision.

"I hope I made the right decision." Li Mushen thought.

The Dragon King Mo was actually surprised that Li Mushen was able to let him go. After all, he was almost able to possess Li Mushen's body before.

However, he was still very happy in his heart. This was a type of trust, and also a type of spirit. As expected of his descendant.

"Li Mushen, your decision is right."

Dragon King Mo laughed out loud, his soul left his body, and entered Li Mushen's Sea of Consciousness.

"Dragon King Mo, what are you doing?"

"Don't worry, I will no longer harm you after ten years of being your dao protector. Lend your body to the I for a use. "

Since he had already released Dragon King Mo from the Human spirit lake, Li Mushen did not hesitate at all and opened his body wide, allowing the Dragon King Mo to take control.

And in that instant, Dragon King Mo had taken control of Li Mushen's body, causing the aura in his body to change greatly.

If the Li Mushen just now was the type of calm and tranquil water, then the current him was the type of arrogant and overbearing Evil Qi.

"Heh heh." Li Mushen revealed an evil smile, his entire person carrying an indescribable aura, causing even the Young Master Mu Bai to feel fear as he took half a step back.

"Why do I feel fear towards this kid?" Even the Young Master Mu Bai himself felt that this was unbelievable.

Dragon King Mo chuckled, then looked at Wang Zifeng. "You brat want to kill I? Do you believe that I will eat you up? "

"Enough, hurry up and think of a way to escape this place."

Although the Dragon King Mo had taken over Li Mushen's body, Li Mushen's consciousness was still present.

Dragon King Mo glared at Wang Zifeng, then took out the red provenance he had obtained from the cave, cut off a small piece, and returned the rest to the Storage ring.

"It's the Divine Source!" Wang Zifeng's body trembled as he felt that it was inconceivable. His eyes were filled with greed, but he quickly concealed it, "Let's leave this place first, then we can seize the Divine Source."

This Divine Source was only as big as a fist, it was so dazzling that it emitted a brilliant light. Dragon King Mo took a deep breath, and really wanted to eat this Divine Source up.

But when he remembered that he was not his original body, he sighed helplessly, "When will I be able to eat like this? I has never tasted the taste of a red provenance before. "

Seeing Li Mushen take out the red provenance, they knew that he definitely had a way to leave and quickly urged him to move faster.

Dragon King Mo was engraved with array patterns on the Divine Source, and when he heard the commotion, he became angry and immediately shouted: "Fuck, we can't let the I be at ease, do you still want to leave?"

Wang Zifeng stared blankly at Li Mushen, who actually said such words and fought with him twice. He pretty much knew what kind of person Dao Li was, but he didn't expect that Li Mushen would actually say such words, which made it difficult for Wang Zifeng to predict what would happen.

"Look, see how you are f * cking! Scram! I is annoyed just looking at you."

When the Dragon King Mo saw Wang Zifeng staring straight at him, he became even more unhappy and directly swung his sword at him.

The sword strike Dragon King Mo used looked extremely ordinary, but it caused Wang Zifeng's expression to drastically change; he was unable to dodge it at all.

The sword directly struck Wang Zifeng's body and the Thousand Cauldron Strength erupted, sending him flying and causing him to suffer quite a few injuries.

Wang Zifeng crawled up from the ground, his face was gloomy, the Qi of a general erupted, directly striking at Li Mushen.

Young Master Mu Bai stopped Wang Zifeng, shook his head, and said to him secretly: "Brother Wang, first let this brat go, you still need his help to get out of this place. It will not be too late to kill him after we leave the Mo Hai Clan. "

After Wang Zifeng heard Young Master Mu Bai's words, he suppressed the anger in his heart. Snorting coldly, he stood far away.

Dragon King Mo laughed, then his expression became serious as he concentrated on inscribing the array patterns.

In the short battle between Dragon King Mo and Wang Zifeng, surrounded by a crowd, royal blood spirit simply did not see nor did he see the Transfer Pattern that was already breaking through the formation.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit looked at Mo Shuiyi, then threw Mo Shixiong onto the ground and stepped on his face.

"Is this your father?" The Holy Son of the Blood Spirit laughed, "I can let him go."

Mo Shuiyi looked at Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

"Kneel before me."

Mo Shuiyi's cold eyes were filled with killing intent.

"Oh, no? "Then there's nothing to discuss."

The Holy Son of the Blood Spirit laughed, his eyes congealed, and suddenly used more strength to stomp on Mo Shixiong's head, causing his skull to explode.

"You …"

Mo Shuiyi felt pain in her heart when she saw her own father being stomped to death in front of him.

"I've already given you a chance."

Mo Shuiyi rushed towards the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit stomped his feet, and his entire body seemed to have transformed into an ancient beast, as he grabbed Mo Shuiyi by the neck.

"Even your father is no match for me, but you?" the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit disdainfully said, as he directly threw Mo Shuiyi out.

Five finger marks appeared on Mo Shuiyi's neck, which were caught by Wang Zifeng and Young Master Mu Bai, and she looked towards Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

"Li Mushen is in the middle of inscribing runes, hurry up and stop them." The Young Master Mu Bai transmitted.

Mo Shuiyi nodded, and the three of them surrounded Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

"Three against one?"

With a leap, he threw an ordinary punch towards Wang Zifeng who was on the left.

An ordinary punch, not daring to let Wang Zifeng be the slightest bit careless. He immediately used the Psionic Skills's Cold and Hot Palm, both palms striking out, colliding against Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's fists.

"Flesh Mastery!"

The two cold and hot Spirit Strength s were unable to penetrate the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's flesh, causing Wang Zifeng's expression to change, and he pulled back his palm.

"Too late."

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit laughed sinisterly, his fist turned into a claw and directly grabbed it, while at the same time, the Young Master Mu Bai attacked from behind.

It was originally a Xuan Level weapon. The folding fan cut through metal like mud, slashing towards Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

With one hand, Holy Son of the Blood Spirit grabbed Wang Zifeng, then turned around and raised his arm to directly block the folding fan. The folding fan slashed across his arm, and only a single white scar was unable to cut through his skin.

Unwilling to give up, Young Master Mu Bai released five poisoned arrows from his Xuan Level fan. He retreated, and when he saw that the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit was about to catch up, he swung his fan and the five arrows shot out.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit then smashed Wang Zifeng ruthlessly towards Mo Shuiyi who was rushing towards him again, blocking his attack.

Then, he stretched out his arms and stepped on the ground. Spirit Strength surged in his palms as he grabbed the five hidden arrows that were shooting at him, one by one.

"Human clan is indeed an unorthodox method."

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit looked at the five poisoned arrows in his palm and threw them on the ground. With a leap, he arrived in front of Young Master Mu Bai.

"Try my royal blood spirit's big blood print!"

The Holy Son of the Blood Spirit clasped his hands together, and Spirit Strength appeared in his palms, causing a bright red palm print to appear. Without waiting for Young Master Mu Bai to dodge, he immediately struck it with a bloody mark.

The big blood print could be said to be a powerful battle skill that everyone in the King of the Blood Spirit had to learn, and it required the energy and blood of the martial general stage to activate. A total of several thousand ding of power smashed onto the Young Master Mu Bai's body, causing his tendons and bones to fracture, and his organs to shatter.

Young Master Mu Bai spat out a mouthful of blood and hastily swallowed a crystal clear healing injury Pill and fled in fear.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit screamed and chased after him.

If Young Master Mu Bai had fought him openly, Holy Son of the Blood Spirit would not have injured him so severely.

You have to understand that the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit disdains this kind of scheme the most. Long before he had even fallen asleep, he had already suffered quite a bit under this scheme.

Seeing that the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit was chasing after the Young Master Mu Bai, Wang Zifeng and Mo Shuiyi looked at each other and rushed to help.

The other King of the Blood Spirit s watched the battle from the side. Without their orders, no one dared to make a move against the group of Mohai People s in front.

Just as it was about to explode, a severe crisis came, causing Holy Son of the Blood Spirit to retract his fist.

The sword strike Wang Zifeng slashed out missed as well.

Wang Zifeng stood in front of Holy Son of the Blood Spirit, and Mo Shuiyi stood behind him. Both of their auras reached their peaks, and they suddenly attacked.

Mo Shuiyi once again used her clan's precious technique, the Salon Whistle, while Wang Zifeng used his sword skill, slashing out hundreds of fierce Sword Qi.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit used his flesh to resist the Sword Qi, flying towards Mo Shuiyi as he unleashed another big blood print.

The big blood print destroyed everything in its way, and directly smashed into the screaming Sharon, its might not diminishing at all as it heavily smashed into Mo Shuiyi's body.

Puff …

Mo Shuiyi's face suddenly paled, a mouthful of blood gushed out, she was sent flying with a heavy blow, her aura weak.

At this time, the Sword Qi had already attacked, it was extremely sharp, and actually cut through the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's skin, and Wang Zifeng once again slashed out from within the Sword Qi.

This sword was thick and powerful, it was the strongest sword Wang Zifeng had ever used, hidden amongst the countless Sword Qi, it was much more powerful and fierce. When the sword slashed past, before it even touched the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's skin, it had already been torn apart.

But the sword body suddenly stopped, it was unable to cut through the Holy Son of the Blood Spirit's skin, the sword tip had already been grabbed by him.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit looked at Wang Zifeng coldly.

Wang Zifeng's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, he did not expect that even with his strongest sword strike, he was still unable to injure Holy Son of the Blood Spirit.

Holy Son of the Blood Spirit grabbed the sword from the back, and kicked Wang Zifeng in the chest, sending him flying. The sword suddenly flew out and directly hit Wang Zifeng's ribs.