Chapter 717 (1/2)

”Master, help me. I don't want to die.” Mu Zi Ping wakes up at this time and is scared to see this scene. Although his talent and strength are good, he has lived in the capital for a long time, and is highly valued by several elders. Where he has experienced such a scene, his heart is about to jump out.

”The art of extermination?” Mu Hanyan shook his head secretly.

She has seen Yueji and the forbidden skill of the temple sword saint, which is totally different from the present situation. At this time, the power of terror outside Blackstone is not the power of heaven and earth, but the power of nine stars in the astrolabe.

Obviously, what Zhao Yuanji used was not the technique of extermination at all, but the secret method to stimulate the terrorist forces in the astrolabe at one time, and it was only when he was stimulated to the extreme that such a terrible power could be produced. Moreover, mu Hanyan can feel that the power of nine stars contained in Zhao Yuanji's astrolabe is completely different from mu tianlie's astrolabe. It is full of darkness and death. It is extremely violent.

Mu Hanyan tried to absorb and refine the power with Tianxin skill, but the power of the stars suddenly burst out, and she was violent, which completely exceeded her cultivation limit. Even if she could absorb a little, it would not help.

It's no wonder that mu Hanyan always felt strange when Zhao Yuanji made his move. Now he knows that his strength is mostly related to the astrolabe. Fortunately, he didn't fully refine the power of the stars. Otherwise, he doesn't know how strong he should be.

But even so, the current situation is not optimistic.

Mu Ruian and Mu Hanfeng fly up at the same time, and the long sword cuts towards Zhao Yuanji.

One is the fifth level swordsman. The other is the first level swordsman, but the long sword in his hand is the legendary Chixiao magic sword. His real combat power is far more than that of the same level experts.

The double swords come out at the same time, and the air is surging, just like two black dragons flying in the sky.

”Jie suddenly sobbed, hissed and moo came...” Zhao Yuanji turned a blind eye and chanted the mantra again and again.

”Hum...” The astrolabe in my hand is buzzing and full of killing and bloodthirsty.

The dark red blood light suddenly blooms, with the breath of death and destruction, toward Mu Rui An, Mu Hanfeng and his son.

In the loud noise, they were shocked to retreat.

Without waiting to stand firm, they roared and rushed up again.

However, in Zhao Yuanji's singing voice, the terrible power of the nine stars kept breaking out, and even the two of them could not break through the blood red light pattern.

Can't murui'an and his son stop Zhao Yuanji? All of you.

The elder and others were going to come forward. When they saw this scene, they stopped. Even Mu Rui'an and his son couldn't do anything about it. What can they do? It's just adding to the chaos.

”Chi” Zhao Yuanji's chest spurts out a blood mist, which seems to be unable to bear the powerful power of the astrolabe, and the meridians break through it.

At the same time, the cracks on the ground also widened. A half foot wide row of cracks meandered through the center of the city intermittently. It was a bottomless abyss that could not be seen to the end.

Countless ancient buildings are crumbling and may collapse at any time. The cry of despair in the city came one after another, like the end of the day.