"What do you mean by fellow Taoist?" Taoist Mu glanced at the top ten Gonggongs who had taken the spirit pill, turned around with a smile on his face, and looked at the Netherworld Sect Master. When he saw the strange appearance of the Netherworld Sect Master and the circle formed by the eighteen Netherworld Seventh Netherworld Seven behind him, his smile suddenly stiffened, and soon returned to his usual face that was even more ugly than crying.

The Netherworld Sect Master seemed to slowly walk towards Mu Taoist Mu step by step. Every time he takes a step, a blood-colored sword light appeared beside him. Gradually, thousands of blood-colored sword lights condensed into a magnificent screen of light like a peacock's tail behind him.

The blood was rolling, and the leader of the Netherworld Sect looked at Taoist Mu and smiled indifferently: "Can fellow Taoist's spiritual pill cure their blood poison?"

Taoist Mu looked at the beautiful behind the leader of the Netherworld Sect as if he was spreading his tail, but it was filled with the blood-colored sword light with evil spirits, and nodded thoughtfully: "Are they injured by fellow Taoists?"

The leader of the Netherworld Sect shrank his hands in his sleeves, squinted his eyes and looked at Mu Dao Ren: "It was not my own actions, but it was the flying knife I gave to a friend. It was also a magic weapon tempered by me. It was a blood poison that I could not help hurting people."

When the leader of the Netherworld Sect was speaking, the wounds on the ten Gonggongs were healing rapidly. A trace of blood-colored breath continued to flow out from their wounds, and a layer of moist green halo appeared and faintly appeared near their wounds, constantly pushing out the blood poison in their bodies.

Taoist Mu did not look back, but clearly grasped the details of the recovery of the injuries on the ten Gonggongs.

After squeezed out a hint of ugly smile, Mu Dao Ren said slowly: "My spiritual pill can eliminate all evil poisons. The flying knife refined by fellow Taoists is cruel, but my spiritual pill is one foot higher."

The face of the Netherworld Sect Master became more and more gloomy and ugly. He gritted his teeth and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

No matter who it is, it took tens of thousands of years of hard work to temper a set of magic weapons. I thought I could rush around the side by relying on this set of weapons, but suddenly I found that the most powerful characteristics of this set of weapons have been cracked!

This feeling of loss can be imagined!

The leader of the Netherworld Sect felt even more uncomfortable. The nine blood-transforming flying swords given to Ji Hao were naturally not as powerful as the blood-transforming flying sword he used. The power was probably less than 10% equivalent to the blood-transforming flying sword. However, the blood poison on the blood-transforming flying sword was the same as the blood-transforming flying sword.

The Mu Dao Ren's spiritual pill can break the blood poison on the blood-transforming flying knife, and naturally it can deal with the blood-transforming flying sword.

"Fellow Taoist Tang Chu really doesn't take me seriously." The leader of the Netherworld Sect slowly stretched out his hands, holding a large seal in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand. He looked at Taoist Mu coldly and said in a deep voice: "I can't say that today I'm going to ask fellow Taoist Taoist for a great trick!"

Taoist Mu felt the sharp aura emitted by the seal and scepter in the hands of the Netherworld Sect Leader, and his face became tighter and tighter, and he became more and more sad and sad: "My fellow Taoist's face is quite strange, I have never seen it before. But the aura of fellow Taoist makes me think... The friend Daoist is in a good mood, why has he interfered in the affairs of the human race?"

The leader of the Netherworld gritted his teeth and said softly: "I have been practicing hard in the Netherworld and never interfering in the internal affairs of the human race. This time, the clone came here just to collect some "materials". However, fellow Taoist Mu, your use of this can be considered as breaking the contract we signed at the top of the sky pillar. Are you not afraid of it...?"

Taoist Mu frowned slightly and suddenly laughed: "What are you afraid of? The contract at the top of the Heavenly Pillar... The Heavenly Pillar has been broken. What's the use of that contract? If a fellow Taoist wants to consider my method, there is no need to make excuses!"

The leader of the Netherworld Sect smiled particularly brightly: "It's not that I'm making excuses, but that you have crossed the boundary with fellow Taoists! Why should fellow Taoists give them spiritual pills if they hurt the people who are hurt by my magic weapon?"

Mu Taoist sneered "hehe" and held the green stick tightly with both hands and smiled without saying a word.

The leader of the Netherworld Cult also laughed loudly. The eighteenth Netherworld ring behind him gradually spread out, and slowly the smallest black ring expanded to the size of thousands of miles. The eighteenth Netherworld ring was spinning forward and backward, and quickly and slowly, a terrible aura quietly grew from the ring.

The void changed into a different shape. The flood that had originally been filled with the sky suddenly disappeared, and a stream of dark winds arose from the ground. A sword forest was suspended in the void. The boundless blood pool replaced the earth. Countless fire pillars stood on the blood pool, and a mouthful of oil pan was suspended on the raging flames. The pungent and foul-stenched oil was bubbled.

All kinds of terrifying and terrifying visions continued to emerge, and Mu Dao Ren's face became more and more serious.

After a long time, when eighteen different phenomena spread throughout the heaven and earth, Taoist Mu suddenly sighed quietly: "You have obtained the foundation of the eighteen Prison Heaven... Do you know that the underworld is the important place for my future enlightenment of the Great Dao of Nirvana? My fellow Taoist took away the foundation of the eighteen Prison Heaven. I can't say that I want to talk to my fellow Taoist well!"

The leader of the Netherworld Sect looked at Taoist Mu sneered and said, "Tell me the truth? What is the truth? The Netherworld is the important foundation of my Dao Dao. If a fellow Taoist wants to prove the truth, please go to other places. If a fellow Taoist dares to step into the Netherworld, I will definitely make the moon flawless!"

The wooden stick in the hand of the Mu Taoist suddenly pointed to the sky, and he laughed and said, "Where is the moon in Pangu's world today?"

The leader of the Netherworld Cult laughed loudly, and the big seal in his left hand brought a rolling black cloud to the Mu Dao Ren face: "The sun is the great way of heaven and earth. Although the moon is not seen in front of others, I still remember the clear waves in the sky! Duh!"

The leader of the Netherworld Sect and the Mu Taoist roared in unison. The wooden stick in Mu Taoist hand hit the seemingly ordinary stick and hit the seal directly.

With a clear sound, the seal produced by the Netherworld Sect Master was bounced away by a wooden stick. The Netherworld Sect Master let out a long roar, holding the scepter in both hands and rushed towards the Wood Taoist. The black scepter emitted infinite divine light, bringing up a power of the Netherworld like a huge wave striking the air.

Behind Mu Taoist Man, a towering Bodhi tree, appeared and faintly. He held a wooden stick and blocked it left and right. The wooden stick and the scepter collided with each other, making dull loud noises.

Both of them had extremely simple tricks, just the simplest sweep and vertical chop, but the movement was indescribable.

As soon as the leader of the Netherworld Sect and Mu Taoist fought, the laws that ordinary people could not break through, such as time and space, had no meaning in front of them. The blink of an ordinary person's fingers, but to them, they were like thousands of years. In just a short blink of their fingers, they attacked each other at least trillions of times!

If someone else fights them, they are often beaten to ashes before they can see their movements clearly!

Fast, too fast, too fast to describe!

In fact, for the Netherworld Sect Leader and Mu Taoist, their movements were not fast. In their opinion, they were just extremely ordinary attacks on each other. It was just that their moves exceeded the limitations of time and space, so they seemed particularly fast!

Suddenly, a blood-colored figure flashed by the Netherworld Sect Master, and thousands of blood-colored sword shadows swept across Mu Dao Ren's waist with a "puff".

The phantom of Taoist Mu was cut off by a sword and turned into a large splash of blood on the spot.
Chapter completed!