Chapter 184 The Tradition of the Seven Treasure Glazed Sect
"Mu Chen!"
Ning Rongrong did not break away from Mu Chen's embrace like Shui Bing'er did. She looked at Mu Chen silently with affectionate eyes.
"Rest aside first, leave the rest to me." Mu Chen said lightly.
"Yes." Ning Rongrong nodded. Ning Rongrong never refused Mu Chen's orders.
Mu Chen glanced around and said in a crisp voice: "Everyone, come back."
Meng Yiran, Dugu Yan, Xue Ke, Zhu Zhuqing, Xiao Wu, Jiang Zhu, Dai Mubai and others retreated from the front.
"Why don't you fight?"
The retreat of the Shrek Eleven Monsters, plus Dugu Yan, Ye Lengleng, and Shui Yue'er, made the spirit masters of the Spirit Hall confused and couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking.
"These people are miserable." Ma Hongjun said with a smile.
"That's right, once Boss Mu makes a move, they will be seriously injured if not dead." Oscar smiled and agreed.
"No matter what the other party is planning, this mission must be completed. Let's go together."
"That's right, a quick battle. Let's go together."
"Go!"
The spirit masters of the Spirit Hall stepped towards Muchen and the others one by one.
On the other hand, a pink rune lit up on Muchen's forehead.
"Soul bone?"
The spirit masters of the Spirit Hall were shocked.
Head Soul Bone·Eye of Killing
A strange wave spread out to the surroundings. The spirit masters who looked into Muchen's eyes were dazed and stopped in place, motionless.
Their souls and consciousness entered another strange space.
There, the sky was red.
There, the clouds were red.
There, blood flowed like a river.
Countless corpses lay on the ground, and there was no end in sight. There was no life, as if a great war had just ended. The whole battlefield exuded a strong murderous aura.
"Is there anyone?"
"Is there anyone?"
"Why am I here?"
They exist alone in each strange space. Apart from them, there is no living creature in the entire battlefield.
"Ah!"
A scream came from their mouths.
This battlefield, which seems to have stopped fighting, contains a deadly murderous intent. The killing aura began to penetrate their bodies, which were condensed by their spiritual consciousness. Some soul masters with weak strength had their bodies torn into countless pieces by the killing aura.
Swoosh
Suddenly, the ground began to soften. The ground stained with blood turned into a sea of blood. Before some soul masters could calm down, the change occurred again.
The corpses that were originally suspended in the sea actually came to life one by one. Many of them had half of their faces missing, and some corpses had no lower body, revealing the internal organs in their stomachs. However, they were still able to survive. They stretched out their hands and feet towards them, or bit them with their teeth, and began to attack them.
Huh~
A soul master from the Spirit Hall looked at Muchen with fear and said in shock: "What a weird soul bone soul skill."
Among the soul masters dispatched by the Spirit Hall this time, there are some soul masters with strong mental power. Relying on their mental power, they broke free from the control of the Eye of Killing. Even so, as an illusionist soul master, they still looked at Muchen with great fear.
Although they broke free from the control of the illusion just now, it was only a few seconds. But at that moment, if Muchen attacked them, they would definitely die. When masters fight, life and death are in a short moment.
"Dead?"
"Bleeding from all seven orifices?"
Poison Douluo and the peerless dragon snake looked at everything in front of them with shock in their hearts.
Among the hundreds of people touched by the Spirit Hall, only a dozen people were able to stand in the end. Many people were killed by Muchen without anyone noticing just now. One by one, bleeding from all seven orifices, and their eyeballs were about to fall out. It was as if he saw something very scary before he died.
"It seems that I have to take action."
A voice sounded from the sky, and then a black shadow fell from the sky and slowly landed on the ground.
He was a man. A man wearing black armor. He exuded black evil spirit all over his body, and at first glance he looked like a ghost.
"Ghost Douluo! Ghost!"
Poison Douluo's eyes became clear and he looked around. The spirit hall's Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo can form a spirit fusion skill. Since Ghost Douluo appeared, Chrysanthemum Douluo must have come here.
"It seems that I have to take action too."
A voice sounded, and a beam of light enveloped Muchen.
People looked in the direction of the voice, and it turned out that Ning Fengzhi from the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect had come.
Dong
A figure landed and landed beside Muchen.
He had white hair, sharp eyes, and stood proudly. As if a sword had not yet been unsheathed, the sword aura was pressing.
"Sword Dao Chen Xin!"
Ghost Douluo's expression sank.
"The future grandson-in-law, leave him to me!" Jian Dao Chen Xin said calmly.
"The future grandson-in-law? Are you talking to me?" Muchen raised his eyebrows.
"Nonsense, apart from you, who else is qualified to be my grandson-in-law." Jian Dao Chen Xin said calmly.
"Uh~ That senior, do you have any misunderstandings?" Muchen said.
"Misunderstanding? What misunderstandings can there be. Rongrong calls me Grandpa Jian, you are Rongrong's future husband, I call you the future grandson-in-law, is it wrong?" Jian Dao Chen Xin asked.
"Senior... you may have a misunderstanding." Muchen smiled bitterly.
"Mu Chen, although I can't beat you, but I know some things. You have seen Rongrong's back, right?" Jian Dao Chen Xin asked.
"Yes." Mu Chen nodded.
In order to help Ning Rongrong temper her body, Ning Rongrong once exposed her back, wearing only two pieces of clothing covering her private parts, and let Mu Chen whip her body with a whip.
Zhao Wuji, Flanders, Liu Erlong and others all knew this.
"The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect has a tradition that outsiders don't know. Whoever sees a woman's back will be her future husband." Jian Dao Chen Xin said solemnly.
"What?"
"What?"
Mu Chen and Ning Rongrong were shocked.
"Grandpa Jian, does our Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect have this tradition? How come I don't know." Ning Rongrong asked doubtfully.
"It didn't exist before, but it does now. Don't you think so, Feng Zhi?" Jian Dao Chen Xin glanced at Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Fengzhi was stunned at first, and was obviously shocked by what his uncle Jian said. Noticing the focused gazes, he finally nodded.
"Ugh!"
Mu Chen was shocked and smiled bitterly.
Mu Chen was not stupid. Judging from the expressions and tones of the people just now, Jian Dao Chen Xin and Ning Feng Zhi were relying on him. In order to bring Mu Chen and Ning Rongrong together and to tie the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect to Mu Chen, Jian Dao Chen Xin even fabricated a tradition out of thin air.
