Chapter 526: Give me, kneel down!

There is no need for the White King to answer, the truth of the matter is already in front of Mu Qianqian.
Mu Ling, who mysteriously disappeared in the Qinglong Grotto and has no bones left, when she reappears in people's sight, she has become the white king's life killer.
The ghost of the White King clan is a great thaumaturgy in the domain. How the ghost is refined is a secret after all, and most people have no way of knowing it.
At this moment, the appearance of Mu Ling undoubtedly informs everyone that the ghosts of the White King clan are made by living people.
"You... the devil!"
Mu Qianqian's voice turned cold, and his eyes revealed fierce killing intent.
She could have a warm home like an ordinary child, but all these were destroyed by the man in front of her. Mu Ling's death also led to the rupture between Elder Mu and Xingyunzi, making Mu Qianqian a child without a father and a mother since childhood.
"Haha, Mu Qianqian, are you willing to shoot your mother?"
Wang Bai looked at her with great interest, then sneered.
He was not in a hurry to make a move, but instead was in control of the killer, keeping Mu Ling's appearance, and walking towards Mu Qianqian.
The cold body exudes a cold breath and killing intent. The sharp claws on the palms of both hands glowed with sharp cold light.
The fighting power of Su Minggui was slightly weaker than that of the White King, and compared with Mu Qianqian, it was almost the same.
When the two of them were less than ten feet apart, the life-demanding ghost exerted force and instantly turned into an afterimage, coming to Gu Tianyi like a ghost.
The ferocious claws suddenly protruded.
Mu Qianqian's expression condensed, and he set up his long sword in front of him.
boom!
Su Minggui's strength was extremely strong, and under one claw, he directly shot the long sword in Mu Qianqian's hand and flew out. Unabated, she patted directly on her chest.
Suddenly, the shield armor formed by the Xingguang Xuanwu radiated a bright light, and Mu Qianqian snorted, then retreated several feet back, stabilized his figure, and a smear of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"Haha, Mu Qianqian, this king knows that you are reluctant to attack Mu Ling. Even though, she has turned into a life-killing ghost."
When the white king saw this, he couldn't help laughing.
Mu Qianqian raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze flicked over the killer and landed on King White. In his eyes, there was still a firm killing intent.
"I want... to avenge my mother!"
Mu Qianqian said coldly.
As soon as the wrist was lifted, the long sword that the spiritual force rolled off fell back into her hand. The Starlight Suzaku looked up to the sky and roared, and its huge body turned into a ray of starlight falling from the sky, blending into Mu Qianqian's body.
Almost instantly, a starlight wing spread out behind Mu Qianqian. With a leap, the whole person turned into a starlight and rose into the sky.
"Want to run?"
The white king frowned slightly, raised his hand and patted the Qiankun bag gently.
The formation was moving, and a flying sword appeared.
But at this moment, he discovered that Mu Qianqian's volley figure had turned back.
"Oh, interesting."
The White King sneered.
He had already seen it, Mu Qianqian didn't want to escape, but tried to get past the killer and kill the White King.
The star-filled body fell from the sky, like a shooting star across the sky.
In just a moment, it came to the area less than ten feet away from the White King. On the short sword in his hand, there were two ghosts of a dragon and a tiger.
It is the Canglong Sword Art blessed by Xingchen Baihu.
A sword descended, the surrounding wind and clouds fused, and the wind blew everywhere.
The White King stood in place, neither dodge nor defend. But there was a white figure standing in front of him.
Mu Qianqian glanced intently, it was the life-killing ghost who kept Mu Ling's appearance.
"Mother..."
Mu Qianqian's expression tightened, and the sword in his hand was slanted a bit.
The awe-inspiring Canglong Sword Art, avoided the shadow of the killer ghost and the white king, and landed in the empty space.
"Haha, Mu Qianqian, it's over!"
The white king sneered again and again, and he shot with the killer.
Condensing the vigorous spiritual power of King Wu Yizhong, he blasted a punch with all his strength.
The fierce fist gang directly smashed the shield and armor of the starlight Xuanwu, and Mu Qianqian's figure was also knocked out by this distance.
At the same time, behind her, a cold and fierce breath emerged out of thin air.
It's a killer.
At this moment, the Killing Ghost was no longer Mu Ling's appearance, but turned into a clone of the White King.
The sharp claws are like knives, and they go straight to Mu Qianqian's heart.
Puff!
There was a muffled sound.
Accompanied by the sound of a sharp weapon tearing flesh and blood, Mu Qianqian slowly opened his eyes and looked at his undamaged body in surprise.
Behind her, Su Minggui had been cut into two pieces.
There was not a drop of blood flowing out of that remains.
At the same time, a figure in purple clothes fell from the sky.
It is the second soul of the real Ziji!
"Mother..."
Mu Qianqian didn't care about the arrival of the second soul of the real Ziji, her attention was all on the life-killing ghost. Seeing that his body was broken and completely damaged, he couldn't help but burst into tears.
Regarding this, the second soul of the real Zi Ji just sighed helplessly, and did not speak to persuade him.
Her gaze fell on the White King not far away.
Su Minggui was beheaded, which also caused a lot of damage to him.
"You obviously have a combat power that is not weaker than hers, so why use the most vulnerable place in a child's heart as a way of victory. A despicable villain like you, I will punish you!"
Before the words fell, the second soul of the real Ziji had already killed with a sword.
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The entire Zijizong battle situation has temporarily fallen into a stalemate.
Although the battles of thousands of Wuzong powerhouses are huge, the real decisive role is the victory or defeat within the battle circle deployed by the ten thousand formations.
The Ten Halls of Yama joined forces to suppress the Ten Thousand Arrays. Although the Ten Thousands of Arrays still have the power to fight, it will be sooner or later if this continues.
As one of the most powerful people in the domain, Qing Emperor is also the strongest in this war. He should have killed the Quartet, but now he is controlled by Li Qijian and Jiang Yunxin.
Li Qijian relied on the Grey Sword Martial Spirit and the Six Swords of Killing God, and his fierce offensive made the Qing Emperor extremely headache.
Jiang Yunxin used the mask of the evil and summoned countless ghosts and soldiers, turning the battlefield where the Qing Emperor was located into a hell. At the same time, the three swords of Emperor Jun, Donghuang and Shennong were derived from the Emperor Sword Classic, each of which was extremely extraordinary.
She seems to be the main force against Qingdi.
The battle between the three was open and close, and the scene was magnificent.
Every move and every style contained a fierce sword intent.
Even a person who is a beginner in kendo, watching such a battle, will have a qualitative improvement in kendo's attainments.
Qingdi, the most powerful person in the domain, was suppressed by two juniors, and his heart became more and more depressed.
"Two clowns, how can He De control the inheritance of such a world-renowned fortune."
"I am an emperor through the ages, a born emperor, and all the treasures in Qingming's country belong to me!"
Qingdi roared.
In the next moment, a bright starlight appeared in his bag of universe.
The sword power is vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy is soaring.
There seemed to be an ancient giant beast, which was gradually waking up.
"Everyone, kneel down for me!"
The Qing Emperor shouted violently, and the stars rose into the sky.
It is like a galaxy hanging down from the nine heavens, falling into the hands of the Qing Emperor.
The Nebula Sword, one of the ancient swords, unsheathed!
A sword came out, the sword was full of strength, and the ghost soldiers attached to him were scattered.