The Ancient Zombie Emperor

A tattered Yongning City, in the midst of a pile of ruins. Xiao Mu sat on the ground with a deathly pale face, a bloody palm on his body as scarlet blood leaked out.

This was the backlash from Xiao Mu killing the spirit body with one strike from the white-faced man when he was using the Second Stage Spirit Body.

Second Stage Spirit Body, both of them flourished, both of them suffered losses!

Although this technique of the Qingyushan was extremely mysterious, it could transform into someone else, allowing the warrior's fighting strength to rise rapidly. However, the spiritual body and main body being connected by a branch was a manifestation of Xiao Mu's blood energy. If one of the spiritual bodies were to die, it would also have a huge impact on Xiao Mu.

"The Level Nine Fighter is actually this frightening." Thinking back to that palm strike that he had received not long ago, Xiao Mu felt a cold shiver down his spine. If not for his spiritual body blocking that palm strike for him, he would not have been in a good situation right now.

The nameless mental exercise activated, the long Qi circulated for over 10 cycles, the injuries on Xiao Mu's body improved slightly, the palm imprint on his body faded slightly.

Only after a hundred cycles did the palm print completely fade away. Xiao Mu was once again lively and energetic, a faint black light flowing through his body, a wave of vigorous blood Qi that was like a surging ocean surged out, another wave of blood Qi split out, and after a burst of illusions, his spirit body quickly revived.

A person who looked exactly the same as Xiao Mu walked out of his body and smiled at him. Xiao Mu had a strange feeling that he was looking at himself.

Suddenly, an exclamation was heard.

Xiao Mu raised his brows, and shouted: "Who?!"

An aura as tyrannical as a dragon exploded forth from his body, causing his two bodies to tremble and reveal expressions of fear.

Xiao Mu saw that it was the mother and son pair. Seeing that they did not have any killing intent on them, Xiao Mu then retracted his aura.

The woman was obviously frightened. Her pale face took a long time to recover and she handed over a bowl of water. She said with good will, "I … I'm here to bring you water. "

The woman's expression was sincere and sincere, without the slightest hint of falsehood. Her good face was filled with a plain and simple color, and with Xiao Mu's current realm, he was naturally able to clearly sense everything that was happening.

Xiao Mu raised his head, staring at the woman, and looked at the little boy who was grabbing onto the corner of the woman's clothes, whose eyes were filled with fear. He felt apologetic, accepted the water bowl, drank it all in one gulp, and said: "Thank you."

Only then did the cowardice in the boy's eyes dissipate.

The lady approached Xiao Mu, as if she had something to say, but was hesitant to say it.

Xiao Mu thought for a bit, then said with a frown: "If there's anything you want to say, just say it."

Unexpectedly, the woman plopped down on the ground and kneeled down, and said: "I heard that you are a disciple of the Flowing Moon Sect, among all the Stranger, although most of us are extremely vicious, but I was forced to do it, I hope that you all … to get around them. "

The woman's kind heart was thinking for her own people at all times, causing Xiao Mu to sigh emotionally in his heart.

He had bypassed them, but they had let go of the Yongning City's tens of thousands of powerless commoners?

Xiao Mu's eyes were filled with determination, letting the woman know that her words were fruitless.

"Those uncles are good people. They were only tricked by a bunch of bad people!" At this time, the little boy spoke out with eyes as clear as water, making Xiao Mu feel as if he was a child.

"What do you know?" Xiao Mu asked, and then closed his eyes.

Following that, the woman's words answered many of Xiao Mu's questions.

To the north of Flowing Moon Sect, there were three cities: Scarlet Moon, Hundred Miles, and Thousand Imperial City. These three cities surrounded each other, surrounding the Blue Beast Mountain Range. Although there were ferocious and furious beasts running amok in the mountains, they rarely attacked the three cities.

Until one day, when tens of thousands of vicious beasts went berserk and the three cities were razed to the ground in the blink of an eye. Over a hundred thousand ordinary people died horribly, and only a small portion of the survivors were displaced.

Amongst them, there was a group of bandits led by Cyclops who used force to force the refugees to submit.

The leaders of the bandits were dark-faced man and the white-faced man. They told the refugees that all of this was caused by the culprit, Flowing Moon Sect.

They used all kinds of words to slander the Flowing Moon Sect, making it a sect that would anger everyone. They turned every city under the jurisdiction of the Flowing Moon Sect into an extremely vicious place, and incited refugees from other countries to attack the Yongning City.

Everyone was kept in the dark. If it wasn't for dark-faced man and white-faced man who spoke the truth when they were drinking, women and boys would continue to be used like refugees.

"I hope that Flowing Moon Sect can severely punish them!" The woman was jealous of evil.

After Xiao Mu finished listening, he opened his eyes. But, how could it be easy to deal with dark-faced man? Not only them, one was Fighter Eighth Order, the other was Level Nine Fighter. Behind them was a group of refugees who had been bewitched.

Their hatred towards the Flowing Moon Sect could be said to be monstrous, and they would definitely support them.

Only by letting the refugees know the truth would it be effective against dark-faced man and the pale faced man.

But, it stopped Xiao Mu.

Just as he was thinking, the sound of footsteps came up. Xiao Mu raised his head and realized that it was Hu Wengong who had found him.

"Xiao Mu!" Hu Wengong was shocked, he did not expect to find Xiao Mu, he had not eaten for five consecutive days, he was so hungry that his eyes became weak, and his face became pale.

His gaze shifted and he saw the woman and the little boy dressed in the Stranger's attire. Killing intent surfaced on his face as he shouted angrily: "Thief!"

As he finished speaking, the spirit energy in his palm increased dramatically as he chopped down with his palm.

The woman was shocked, she pushed the boy away, and took the initiative to smash into Hu Wengong's palm. A strike of Seventh Order Warrior struck a person without any cultivation, causing the woman to instantly die, her bloodied body falling onto the ground.

"Mother!" The little boy ran over and accidentally rolled on the ground. His little hands caressed the woman's bloodied body as he helplessly sobbed.

"Bad guy, you're a bad guy!" The little boy called out to Hu Wengong.

"Little bastard, you should die too!" Hu Wengong sneered, and struck with his palm.

Xiao Mu had already reacted, how could he tolerate a lonely boy suffering from an evil scheme? He immediately blocked in front of him and pulled out his palm. Pa! The spiritual energy in Hu Wengong's body split apart as he spat out a mouthful of blood and a bright red palm print appeared on his face.

Hu Wengong said angrily: "Xiao Mu, do you know what you're doing?"

A towering rage was burning in Xiao Mu's chest as he said coldly, "I only know that if you are to make a move, you will become a corpse!"

"You … "For the sake of a thief's child, you want to kill me? Today, I shall see just what can you do to me." Hu Wengong sneered.

In the next second, his face froze.

Xiao Mu's figure instantly disappeared. When he appeared, his entire body erupted with a blood fiend aura that could cause a person's heart to be torn apart. He was like a prehistoric beast, scaring Hu Wengong to the point that his face turned deathly pale. In an instant, a blood-red sword light flashed.

Pfft!

A severed hand flew out!

Hu Wengong's eyes were trembling, he never thought that Xiao Mu would actually dare to kill him. When the second sword strike struck his head, Hu Wengong was startled and retreated. Although he avoided the danger of having his head sliced off, his other arm was also crippled.