Chapter 151: Rush

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty One
The humanoid war puppet, Xiahoudi and others, you came and went through several tricks. As Xue Mu expected, except for the initial attack on himself, the main target of the subsequent battles was Xiahoudi.
Xiahoudi himself will not feel that there is a problem, because she is the strongest in the field and it is normal for the opponent to attack her. She was not afraid at all, her sword was like a rainbow, and she took the initiative to take on the responsibilities of a head-on confrontation, letting Zhuo Qingqing and others assist.
In Xue Mu's mind, Ji Wuyou's remarks came to mind, Xiahou has been brave since childhood, not letting his eyebrows be shaved. Looking at the heroic light of the sword, it really feels a little bit...He watched for a while, and had a definite conclusion about the situation, and reminded: "Xia..."
Before he finished speaking, a heavy fist that collapsed the mountain and cracked the rock slammed Xiahoudi fiercely, and Xiahoudi insisted on taking it, his jade foot paused lightly, and he fluttered backward to relieve his strength. Right behind her, the stone wall suddenly cracked, and a skinny magic hand quietly grabbed Xiahoudi's vest.
Xue Mu didn't have time to remind him, he stopped drinking, and leaned forward, his folding fan became ill. These days of martial arts exercises are still very effective, this fan is quite satisfactory, and it looks like a good master, and it hits that dry wrist accurately.
As he expected, Xie Changsheng's force was actually not strong. That guy is an organization Yanshi who studies the soul, so half of the methods are in the organization dolls, and half of the methods should be the soul secret arts. Xue Mu's self-reliant palm pattern has the effect of clearing the heart, and Xue Qingqiu can't break it. How old is Xie Changsheng? It should be enough to help Xiahoudi withstand this disaster.
This seemingly disparity in strength between Baodan and Huayun did not cause any damage to Xue Mu. On the contrary, there was a sharp and cold aura. If there is no way, it can directly reach the soul through the attack. .
Sure enough, Xie Changsheng intends to control Xiahoudi! And Xue Mu had eaten this long-planned soul-recovering technique...
Xiahoudi exclaimed: "Oops, don't get caught up in the contemplation, and become his war puppet soul nourishment!"
Xue Mu could no longer hear the exclamation of Xiahou Di Zhuo Qingqing and others beside him. He only felt a "boom" in his mind, and what he saw in his eyes was a scene from another dimension.
Just as when he tried Xue Qingqiu's Meigong, Xue Mu once again felt the confusion of the separation of the soul.
It's like floating in the air, looking at a whole new world from the perspective of overlooking the overall situation. A protagonist-let's be regarded as Xue Mu himself, who was born in an ordinary martial arts family and cultivated since childhood, but was limited by his aptitude, and no one could beat him. The brothers bullied, the elders looked down on them, and in the end even the servants in the house dare to bully themselves.
With ambition and perseverance, after going through hardships and obstacles, he finally won the brothers, only to find that any small sect in the town could beat his whole family crying father and mother.
Gritting his teeth and vowing that he must get ahead, he continued to practice hard, hitting the town and then the county. He looked up, but was stepped on the mud by a disciple of a large sect, and some good things accumulated with great difficulty were robbed.
He vowed revenge, vowed to kill all those who look down on him! Walking on the rivers and lakes, his beauty is nothing but withered, he doesn't care about it, he just wants to become stronger and hit everyone in the face!
There is a mountain as high as a mountain. He climbs step by step, the never-ending dream of becoming stronger, longing for others to cover the sky with his fingers, envying others to move the galaxy, yearning for others to cross the world...
But he knew it was just an unrealistic delusion...
He knelt on the snowy field and let out an unwilling roar to the sky!
At this time he saw the war puppet. Obviously it's just a metal lump, but it can break the mountain with one punch, break the river with one foot, and the mighty power is everywhere, and it reaches the sky! Not to mention ordinary sects, it is the eight major sects of the right way, the three sects of the magic door and the four ways. With a single blow, the city is broken, and all holes and emptiness are all kneaded like ants.
This is power!
The pinnacle of the world!
Not only that, but also immortal, not only suppressing the first life, but also arbitrarily forever!
He was trembling and stroking the pattern on Zhan Puppet's body, it was so powerful and so beautiful, as if the flesh and blood were connected to the heart. There is a voice calling: Come on, as long as you become one with me, this eternal power belongs to you.
The devil's whispered temptation repeatedly in the ear: "Do you desire power?"
Listening to this familiar line, Xue Mu finally had a play, and from the sigh he issued a standard answer: "No, I long for naizi."
"……"silence.
As if he could hear the creak of the machine down, the world was clean. Then with a terrifying explosion, the whole world was shattered and returned to reality.
It seemed that Xue Mu had been in the illusion for a long time, but it was only a moment outside. His folding fan just hit Xie Changsheng's wrist.
Before Xiahoudi's exclaimed words were finished, he saw an extremely weird color on Xie Changsheng's face, followed by a "wow", spouting a mouthful of old blood, and tremblingly pointed at Xue Mu unable to tell. In terms of words, obviously not only the secret technique was broken, but even the Three Views were severely impacted.
There are still people in this world who don't long for power, but only long for that! What kind of person is this!
A powerful and unmatched golden light finally broke through the ground from the side of the shattered place, but Xuan Zhe blasted through the layers of chaos with unmatched strength and opened the passage. With the help of Li Yingqing's various battle puppets, countless powerful men flew out in embarrassment.
Before everyone knew the situation, Xie Changsheng laughed loudly, his eyes full of resentment, "Xue Mu, die!"
Following the voice, the Taoist-level humanoid war puppet that had devoted his life's efforts exploded.
Decisive, ruthless!
Xue Mu wakes up a little later, this is the explosion of the world he heard.
It is really an explosion of the world. The self-destructing energy of the Dao-level Divine Machine Fighting Puppet is a completely different concept from those before. The energy in the center of the explosion is almost a hole in the hole, and the violent air wave set off Zhuo Qingqing, etc. All people can only use their energy to protect themselves, and they are blasted into the mountains before they can do anything. The entire mountain underground palace was completely blown up, the real world collapsed, the sun and the moon fell.
Xiahoudi, who was in the center of the explosion, had no time to think about it. He hugged Xue Mu next to him and covered him with his back. Then the two of them were thrown off and smashed into the mountain wall. They were quickly hit by countless huge chaos. Stone flooded.
If it’s a low-spirited world, the people here are probably dead just by the mountain burial... Fortunately, in this world, the masters are not killed by ordinary rocks, as long as they are not killed by the self-destructive energy of the war puppets. , No one can die by burying the mountain alone. Xiahoudi hugged Xue Mu and protected him tightly. The two of them were buried alive in the mountains by countless rocks. The soil was the bed and the rocks were the blankets. They were closely stacked on top of each other, surrounded by mountains, rocks, earth and rocks. , Like a sandwich patties.
Xiahoudi is up and Xue Mu is down. The chest and abdomen were in contact with each other, the four lips were close, and the corners of the lips were knocked out with blood.
Xiahoudi arched with difficulty, the chaotic rock was opened a little, and the rock dust rustled down, making a little space. She barely raised her head, blood dripping from the corners of her mouth.
She wanted to see what was going on with Xue Mu, but there was no light in all directions, and she couldn't tell. She knew that her injury was serious, and she even temporarily lost her night vision ability.
But she has no regrets for saving Xue Mu so desperately. In any case, it was Xue Mu who helped her block the move first, and even saved everyone in advance.
"You..." Xiahoudi whispered with difficulty: "Are you dead?"
"Not yet." Xue Mu's voice didn't sound too miserable, but what he said was something like this: "Maybe he's dying. It's not bad to hold him to death with you. You are a lot of ghosts."
Xiahoudi almost laughed. This guy is really, really afraid to die here and not get out!