Chapter 565： God vs. Lord (2/2)
”Leader!”
”It's okay!”
Seeing the worried expressions of everyone, Mu Yun waved his hand and said, ”If Xuantian wants to kill me, Ku Qing can't stop him, you can't stop him!”
Hearing this, everyone was silent, Mu Yun's words were indeed true.
”I will accompany you to have a look, Master!”
Ye Qiu walked to Mu Yun's side, still reluctant to speak.
Only at this moment, everyone followed up one by one.
Mu Yun is the core of all of them, so it is natural to protect his thoroughness.
At this moment, the battle between the two camps stopped completely at this moment.
Even the Lord and the Holy Lord have shot, whoever wins and who loses, are they already the decision makers!
Now, I can only look at the two above, which one can truly be unified!
The rumbling voice sounded, and two figures were invisible above the height of several kilometers.
However, the aura that broke out in the two of them made people feel chilly.
”Xuantian, what you are cultivating is the Pantian Sutra taught to you by the 33 Heavenly Sword Gate to you on the Xuankong Mountain. That's it!”
Looking at Xuantian, Kuqing smiled.
”You can guess!”
Xuantian smiled indifferently: ”However, I also want to know how powerful your Kutian Secret Art is!”
Suddenly, Xuantian made a sudden move. He held up his hands and separated his feet. Under his feet, a disc suddenly appeared.
The realm of the disc is thousands of meters long, and it is hundreds of meters high, and it's all made of the condensed vigorous true essence.
Xuantian's entire posture was standing on the disc, proudly unable to find anything.
On the other side, Kuqing flicked his palm, a trace of black gas wrapped around his body, causing the space around him to begin to collapse.
At this moment, even the people below felt all the sadness in their hearts. At this moment, all of them were vented, and some warriors of lower realm could not help but start sobbing.
bitter!
Suddenly, there was only one word of bitterness left in their hearts, as if everything in this world was sad and unbearable.
Boom boom boom...
Before long, the two figures fought each other thoroughly. This battle changed the color of the whole world and the sun and the moon lost their light.
”In this battle, I am afraid that within ten days and a half month, it is impossible to tell the winner!” Ye Qiu nodded as he watched the two fight.
”Ye Qiu!”
”Ok?”
”Can you see that the Lord and the Holy Lord were stronger and weaker that day?” Mu Yun said.
”From my point of view, the Lord of that day is almost comparable to the immortal, and his power and martial skills can be regarded as a unity of mixed origin, and the Holy Lord, the strength is a little worse, but you know the Kuotian Art, Master, you know that the Kuhai Tianzun's back then Kutian Jue is better than some fairy arts!”
The two real yuan exchanged, watching the battle in the sky.
But at this moment, for some reason, Mu Yun felt a strange smell in his heart.
Don't know why, he always feels that God looks weird.
And the Holy Lord of the Temple of Suffering is even more strange.
”Ye Qiu, do you feel, Xuantian looks very weird!”
”Where is weird?”
Mu Yun said: ”Dangdang Hanging Mountain God, why dare not to show people in his true colors, but this is strange enough!”
”Um, actually, Master, I also feel very weird!” Ye Qiu said, ”But it's not this weirdness, but for some reason, I can always think of someone when I look at Xuantian!”
”Who?”
”Mu Lang!”
As soon as he said this, Mu Yun's body trembled, only feeling that his whole body at this moment seemed to be evoked in something that would never be recalled.
Mu Lang!
To be precise, it should be called Yunlang.
Ten thousand years ago, Ye Qiu could be said to be the disciple whom Venerable Blood had fancy, and Mu Yun was also a disciple he fancy.
This person's name is Yun Lang, and he has been an orphan since he was a child.
Mu Yun fancyed him because he thought of himself as an orphan since he was a child, in the chaotic graves, between the mountains and the bad waters, just to survive, step by step not succumbing to fate, soaring for nine days.
When he first met Yun Lang, at that time, Yun Lang was only a 13 or 4 year old child.
It was an adventure, a trip to hunt for treasures.
When he first saw Yun Lang, his village was slaughtered by the warriors who passed by the treasure hunter, and he, in that village, lived for several months, and the whole village was exuding corrosive gas of dead people.
However, within a few months, Yun Lang's legs were crushed, and under the beams of his own house, he forced him over.
For three full months, Yun Lang survived by eating the corpses of his parents and siblings next to him.
When Mu Yun saw him, he was already thin and skinny, but Yun Lang at that time was still holding the bone in his hand and hitting the fallen beam of the house, and he was chewing on the bone in his mouth.
Although the bones are already full of tooth marks.
At that time, Mu Yun was moved with compassion.
Seeing Yun Lang, he seemed to see himself once. For so many nights, he was in the mountains, fighting with the beasts, and eating the flesh and blood of those beasts.
Only at that time, Yun Lang's first glance at Mu Yun was to directly pick up the bone in his hand and pierce Mu Yun's abdomen.