Chapter 702 Laozis self cultivation (1/2)

The bald old man passed out without any suspense, and his previous suffering had exceeded his limit.

Mutu's cruel methods made the whole qingmuzong silent. All the elders and disciples stared in horror, even dared not breathe loudly.

”I'll ask again, where is the Dragon Gas of the Wanjun mountains.”

Chu Yun's expression is still calm, without any mood ups and downs.

He Mao was shaking all over. He clenched his teeth and turned his head to wink at the elders.

The Presbyterians all retreated in silence, with a strong sense of vigilance in their eyes.

”Chu Yun, even if you kill all of us, I will not tell you the location of dragon Qi!”

He Mao roared and was covered with wood whiskers. His spirit is a rare twisted ancient tree, ranking second in the world.

Once deployed, the whole body will be entwined by the twisted roots, which is enough to increase the combat power.

When he Mao raised his hand, he turned into a root whisker hundreds of meters long and swept towards the direction where Chu Yun was. He broke through the void and was very fierce.

”It seems that Lord he doesn't drink with respect or with punishment.”

Chuyun's eyes gradually become cold. He Mao has some backbone. He would rather die than tell himself the location of Longqi.

”Bang!”

Chu Yun hits the void with a fist, which makes it turbulent and the pressure rises sharply.

I thought that the sharp root had great power inside. Unexpectedly, when it touched Chu Yun's fist, it bent up actively. It was like a soft tentacle, which evolved a circle in the void and bound Chu Yun's wrist to death.

”Brush!”

The roots are very tough. In a blink of an eye, Chu Yun's arms are wrapped tightly.

Many sharp spikes protruded from these roots and pierced Chu Yun's skin directly.

”I've got him. Hurry up!”

He Mao's eyes burst with pure light, and his other hand turned into a root and rolled to Chu Yun's neck.

At the same time, more than a dozen elders of yuhuajing strength took action. All kinds of color breath were formed in the sky. There were various means of attack, and they attacked chuyun crazily.

”Too weak.”

Chu Yun turned his head gently to avoid the curled root whiskers. Then he grabbed them with his backhand and held them tightly.

He yanked, which was enough to shake the world. He Mao's whole body was pulled.

The speed is too fast, the strength is too fierce, so he Mao didn't even have a chance to react, so he was caught.

Chu Yun reaches out his hand and holds he Mao's neck, blocking him in front of him.

”No, no!”

He Mao struggles frantically, with fear in his eyes.

Chu Yun even took himself as a shield. The attacks from the elders were close at hand and could not be avoided.

”Lord!”

Many elders were very frightened. Who could have expected the sudden change of the situation? The original aggressive patriarch was captured directly by the other side.

These elders desperately want to withdraw the moves, but the attack has already been launched, and there is no way to turn back.

”Pooh!”

”Boom!”

”Click!”

All kinds of harsh sounds sounded. He Mao's body was smashed by the torrent in the blink of an eye. His flesh and blood were flying, and even his skeleton collapsed.

Chu Yun took back his hand, picked his eyebrow and said, ”even your patriarch killed. It's too ambitious.”

”Kill him and avenge the patriarch!”

There is an elder who holds up the spirit of the martial arts in his hand and splits it horizontally. The void is chopped up by this practice, revealing a lot of darkness.

Chu Yun smiled coldly. His figure flashed lightly. He raised his hand before stepping on it and smashed the elder's head.

Plasma splashed on the ground.

Countless disciples were frightened at the sight of it. Their pupils were full of fear. They dared not speak for a long time.

After a successful move, Chu Yun, like a hungry wolf, rushed into the sheep.

He killed other elders like a black shadow. No one can lock his figure.

These elders are all the first and second level of the eclosion realm, and the level of Wu soul is not high, so they can't resist the killing of Chu Yun naturally.

The wind is roaring, the blood is dripping.

After a few decades of rest, there was only one body left at the scene.

All the strong elders and above, including the patriarch and the vice patriarch, of the Qingmu clan are doomed.

As for those disciples, they all fell down and ran away.