The Sovereign of the Nine Realms

Chapter 694 Mutation and Mutation!

Chapter 694 Mutation and Mutation!

Heiman blocked Mu Sanhuai's Xuanming palm, and was directly blasted out. His whole body was cracked in many places, covered with a layer of strange ice crystals, which continuously penetrated into its body, making Heiman The breath kept dropping, and it was even difficult for it to maintain its transformation state, turning into a little black snake and falling to the ground.

Due to the serious injury, Heiman was unable to fly back to Ling Hantian's sleeve, lying on the ground and unable to move.

As for Ling Hantian, he performed the Infernal Killing Dao, and the powerful energy output caused a backlash to his body. His whole body was cracked, bleeding from his seven orifices, and he fell to the ground like a fallen leaf, and the black blade of the war knife was out of his hands.

Mu Sanhuai was bombarded by Infernal Killing Dao, like a kite with broken strings. After smashing several ancient trees, he spurted a mouthful of blood, and smashed to the ground with a sluggish breath.

Mu Sanhuai's eyes overflowed with blood, and the power of Infernal Killing continuously destroyed the vitality in his body, making his face pale and completely lost all color.

It has to be said that Mu Sanhuai is terrible, after being hit by the Wujian Killing Dao, he still didn't die, but suffered extremely serious injuries, and he still had a breath.

The three of them lost the power to fight again, and they became a situation where both sides were hurt.

"Ahem..."

Mu Sanhuai coughed up a large mouthful of blood, which was even mixed with internal organs, but the king's life was extremely strong, even if his heart was removed, he would not die immediately.

"Ben, this king, I never thought that I would be hurt like this by ants"

Mu Sanhuai's eyes were bleeding, like a Shura, looking at Ling Hantian who was struggling to sit up from the ground, he still couldn't imagine that an ant in Nirvana could hurt him to such an extent.

This is simply beyond common sense and an event that subverts the cognition of martial arts.

If this incident is known to outsiders, they will probably list it as an eternal miracle and write it on the historical classics, but Mu Sanhuai has become a tragic and disgraceful figure, and will be nailed to the shame shelf of history forever above.

Mu Sanhuai was extremely unwilling, but he couldn't do anything at the moment, it was even difficult for him to yell loudly, so why would he talk about killing people.

He has fallen from the altar, and is no longer a king who stands tall and can judge life and death with one word.

"Cough, Mu, the king of the Mu Palace, you keep saying that I am an ant, and now you are dying of being severely injured by my ant, then what are you, a king, even worse than an ant?"

Every word of Ling Hantian's heart was punishing, and every sentence pierced Mu Sanhuai's heart, especially the sentence "Then what are you a king, you are not as good as an ant", and the endless sarcasm on Ling Hantian's face, Mu Sanhuai was so angry. Sanhuai and the three corpses jumped violently, spurting out a mouthful of old blood, and their aura became more and more sluggish!

Seeing this, Ling Hantian sneered, struggled to sit up from the ground, took out a handful of healing pills from the Sumeru Ring, and swallowed them without cost.

"Boy, I don't believe you can still do it! People from my Mu Palace are outside, you are dead."

Mu Sanhuai didn't believe that Ling Hantian would be injured less than him. He has no fighting strength now. If Ling Hantian can still fight, then he would rather hit him head-on to death than face such a situation.

This almost meant that he, Mu Sanhuai, had become the first king to be killed by a Nirvana warrior since ancient times.

"Old dog Mu, there are too many impossible things, you will die today!"

Ling Hantian worked hard to refine the healing elixir, and at the same time, the terrifying resilience of his body was also highlighted, and the cracked wound on the surface of his body was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing that Ling Hantian's injury was recovering rapidly, Mu Sanhuai's eyes showed disbelief, and in the end, his eyes showed despair.

He also wanted to recover, but his injuries were too serious, and ordinary healing medicines were useless at all, and he felt that Ling Hantian's recovery speed was getting faster and faster, which almost made him feel desperate.

"I, Mu Sanhuai, a majestic king, how could I be willing to be killed by an ant like you!"

Mu Sanhuai's face was ferocious, and he looked up at the sky with an expression of extreme unwillingness. Since he became the king, he never thought that such a day would happen, nor did he ever imagine that one day, he, Mu Sanhuai, would be so humiliated. Way to fall.

This is simply dying with eternal humiliation.

But, at this moment, a noisy voice came from outside the Misty Forest, followed by a warrior with a cockscomb head, his body trembling, he touched into the Misty Forest.

It turned out to be the grass chicken brother of the Skull and Bones Society, and this guy actually chased him!
"what?"

Ji Guantou found blood all over his body at once, and Ling Hantian, who was trying to heal his wounds, was shocked at first, and then a look of excitement appeared on his face, but he didn't dare to be careless, his eyes swept across the audience, and found Mu San locust tree.

Although Mu Sanhuai is now seriously injured and dying, the power of the king still exists.

The moment he saw Mu Sanhuai, Ji Guantou was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground, but he reacted instantly and found that Mu Sanhuai's aura was too sluggish.

Ji Guantou looked at the situation on the battlefield again. It was obvious that a big battle had passed here, and there seemed to be a scene of fish and clams fighting in front of them, and the fisherman reaped the benefits.

"Ahaha, ahaha, brother Caoji is lucky today, lucky."

Ji Guantou laughed wildly, pulled out the machete from behind, and walked slowly towards Ling Hantian.

Although Ji Guantou wondered how it was possible for Ling Hantian to beat the king to death, but at this moment, Jiguantou still cared so much about him, he now regards himself as a fisherman, as long as he ends up with these two, he will be prosperous .

As long as you find a place to hide at the edge of the Misty Forest, digest the treasures of Ling Hantian and the king, he will jump into the dragon's gate in a matter of minutes, and at that time, what kind of scar, the grass, will not be able to kneel down Tim his grass chicken toes ah.

Thinking of this, the depression that was forced into the Misty Forest by Mr. Scar before was swept away.

"Haha, beard, grass, weren't you arrogant before, you dared to smash your grass chicken brother into a dead dog, I'll see, let's see if I don't kill you today!"

Ji Guantou came not far in front of Ling Hantian with a machete in hand. He even made a few gestures with the machete, as if to test Ling Hantian, after confirming that Ling Hantian had indeed lost his fighting power.

A cold light flashed in Jiguantou's eyes, and suddenly he slashed at Ling Hantian's head with a knife.

It has to be said that none of the people who can mess around in the fallen city is a good stubble, they are all cruel and merciless.

Seeing Ji Guantou slashing at Ling Hantian, Mu Sanhuai showed a happy smile in his eyes.

When Mu Sanhuai saw someone beheading Ling Hantian for him, a hearty smile appeared on his face, this ant was still doomed to die in the end!
However, Mu Sanhuai's smile froze in an instant, his eyelids twitched suddenly, as if a golden light flashed.

The next moment, Mu Sanhuai saw that the cockscomb head was limp on the ground as if its spine had been pulled out, but it turned into a pile of white bones with the snap of its fingers.

Here, Mu Sanhuai gasped, what's going on?Even with his knowledge of the king, he has never seen such a terrifying thing!

In the next second, the cold hairs all over Mu Sanhuai's body stood on end. Instinctively, he felt a deadly chill that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the murderous intent of death enveloped him.

(End of this chapter)