Naturally, wants to compel Lin Ming to come out, must result in the opposite party to be silly enough is good, can succeed, Mu Chihuo has not grasped completely, was only at this time, refused to abandon hope, he did not have better means.
„Mu Qingyi, told me, Lin Ming and Mu Qianyu sending greetings mark was what!” The Mu Chihuo sword is pasting the neck of Mu Qingyi sharp, delimits a bloodstain.
Mu Qingyi sneers, turns a deaf ear.
„Being concerned about face Mu Qingyi, you really has not grown the memory, right, could not find Lin Ming, we must die, but we before dying, can actually handle a lot, for example”
Mu Chihuo was saying, the eye slanting Mu Bingyun, in the vision has flashed through color of the teasing. „Qingshu, aren't you always the thought do not pass? If you think, hey”
„Mu Chihuo!” In the Mu Qingyi heart is burning with anger, white teeth bites, „your animal was inferior simply! If who dares to move a Bingyun soft body hair, the old body burns the whole body Blood Essence state of mind, with it perishing together!”
Mu Qingyi two eyes is red, Revolving Dan realm Initial Stage Martial Artist, if to pay the life price, burns all Blood Essence states of mind, can trade fully with the strength that Revolving Dan realm Middle Stage Martial Artist fights.
If ate up a scarlet blood pill at this time again, that will be then more formidable, even if Mu Chihuo to, had a headache very much.
„Old lady, knows the limitation, hurries to say!” Lei Jingtian treads the previous step, the Qi Power oppression on Mu Qingyi.
Even if Mu Qingyi burns whole body Blood Essence , Lei Jingtian did not fear completely that Lei Jingtian is keeping thinking about Ancient Demon Scroll and Extinguishing Blood Heretical Thunder in Lin Ming spatial ring, other possible secrets.
On the Mu Qingyi face flashes through a complex color, finally said the Mu Qianyu sending greetings mark, as for Lin Ming, she is not deep with the Lin Ming friendship, does not know, but Zhang Zhen actually knows that he is the Lin Ming good friend.
„The Zhang Zhen Lin Ming sending greetings mark said.” In the Mu Qingyi vision full is the guilty color.
Zhang Zhen bites the tooth tightly, at this time, is not only Mu Bingyun, including his grandfather seven Elder also in the opposite party hand, he has no alternative, the lip moves lightly, Zhang Zhen said the Lin Ming sending greetings mark.
He had guessed correctly actually Mu Chihuo must make what, he can only expect, Lin Ming should not be swayed by personal feelings.
„Snort, smelly brat, knows that early did not say.” Mu Qingshu because of not being able to find Lin Ming, breathless, a fist pounds on the lower abdomen of Zhang Zhen, Zhang Zhen hits bending the waist bow like a shrimp that on the ground.
„Good Qingshu, do not cause complications, found Lin Ming is the first important matter.” Mu Chihuo puts out two sound transmission talisman, in this broken world, sound transmission talisman must receive the limit of Formation, Array and protective shield is needless saying that sound transmission talisman naturally cannot pass on, various Formation, will intercept sound transmission talisman, Mu Chihuo also can only place hopes in Lin Ming to be distanced not far with them . Moreover the middle does not have Formation to prevent.
The Mu Chihuo finger, two sound transmission talisman brilliant burn, „Lin Ming, Mu Qianyu, I know that you in the same place, listen now to me, Mu Qianyu, your younger sister in my hand, you do not think that she by human ** words, that then and Lin Ming appears within five double-hour together, otherwise, I not only will let the human ** Mu Bingyun, but after also five double-hour, each half double-hour, has killed one person!”
Mu Chihuo spoke these words, thought that his threat is a little pale and weak to Lin Ming, but at this time, he did not have the means that can only place hopes in the Lin Ming head to violate muddily, brought death on own initiative.
„Qingshu, time!”
No matter Lin Ming can come out, Mu Chihuo lives up to one's words, at this time, he did not have what to be good to have scruples, cannot massacre Lin Ming, dying is they.
Mu Qingshu takes out one foot high hour glass from spatial ring, lays aside above the stage, the wind-drift sand in hour glass slowly is passing.
Time past bit by bit, the hour glass drained off, Mu Qingshu reversed the hour glass, this type of hour glass, a sandrunning out was a double-hour.
Mu Qingshu turns over the hour glass time, looked at Mu Bingyun one, in the eye, flashes through a fierce and evil ray, to this paddies, Mu Qingshu was enchanted, he has not considered the consequence completely.
The sandrunning out drains off, turns over once more, two double-hour passed by.
Mu Qingyi heart like mess, Zhang Zhen anxious such as the ant of hot pot, but Mu Bingyun unemotionally is sitting in meditation to control one's breathing, the final war conserves strength.