Chapter 740: Mu Hualong retreats and sets out overseas to destroy the Divine Court.
"Giggle."
Feng Ling came from the air and looked at the women meaningfully.
"If you all cooperate honestly, I may be able to save your lives."
"Cooperation is bullshit!"
Wang Yingying stared at her: "If I had known this would happen, I should have killed you."
Feng Ling swung out a whip, wrapped it around Wang Yingying's waist, and pulled her forward.
He held her chin up and spoke word by word.
"It's a pity...you can't kill me now."
"Divine Guards, listen up and capture everyone."
Feng Ling's eyes were deep as she turned to look towards the villa.
She knew there was another group of people hiding in the basement...
After a while, Feng Ling returned to Mu Hualong.
"My lord, I have brought them all."
"Ah."
Mu Hualong took a quick look and found that there were only six women.
"What about the rest?"
"These are the boy's relatives. Kill all those who have nothing to do with him."
Wang Yingying was tied up and cursing.
"What are you looking at? A bunch of people who have lost all conscience and are capable of all kinds of evil."
"You scum will be dealt with sooner or later!"
"When you die, I will dig your grave."
Mu Hualong frowned and held her neck loosely.
"Little girl, don't you know how to write the word death?"
"Do you believe that I can draw out your soul and release the magic lamp to suffer the pain of burning your soul?"
Seeing this, Feng Ling cleared his throat and said.
"The Monk Association... and the Mohist priests, how should you deal with them, my Lord?"
Mu Hualong looked at Bai Ming and gave him a sinister smile.
"Since he has repeatedly defied the Divine Court, he naturally cannot be let off."
"This time, all old and new grudges will be settled together."
He waved his robe, and the devil sea fell from the sky, heading straight for Bai Ming and others.
Gu Li knocked Yin Ya back with one punch and felt the threat of death.
When he saw the devil's sea of floating corpses, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.
"Vice President, we are in danger!"
Bai Ming was stunned for a moment, looked at the endless sea of demons, and suddenly became anxious.
If you are swallowed, even if you are only half a step away from becoming a Nascent Soul, you will die here.
"Where is Fox Wu? Why are you still slacking off at this time?!"
She didn't know that Wu Tu was in the ancient world.
"Work together to break open the Demonic Sea!"
The three great Jindan masters of the association, together with Bai Ming, used their magic weapons.
He used all his moves, but nothing could stop the fall of the Demonic Sea.
"Mu boy... you are bullying us in China. Do you think we are not serious?"
A whisk came like a meteor, stirring the devil sea into nothingness.
The sudden scene attracted everyone's attention.
Mu Hualong looked at the whisk, his eyebrows twitched, and he was a little surprised.
"Han Daoren."
"Didn't you pass away on Mount Tai two hundred years ago?"
The Taoist priest walked slowly towards them. He was hunched over and walked with a staggering gait.
There was no spiritual power in him, just like an old man.
There was a deadly aura emanating from his body.
When the six Mohist priests saw the people, they immediately bowed and saluted.
"Old Han."
Bai Ming frowned and walked over and asked with concern.
"Master... why did you come here in person?"
The great worshiper Fan sighed and looked at Han Daoren in awe.
He has been the president since eight hundred years ago, and his cultivation is terrifying.
Rumor has it that he died on Mount Tai a long time ago, but I didn't expect he is still alive.
"If we don't leave now, I'm afraid there will be chaos."
Han Daoren rolled his cloudy eyes and looked at Mu Hualong.
"Boy Mu, wasn't the lesson I taught you five hundred years ago severe enough?"
"Ok?"
Wei Wuqing's palms began to sweat when he looked at him.
Han Daoren is a legendary figure, so he naturally recognized him.
"My Lord, what shall we do?"
Mu Hualong's eyes darkened, and he suddenly smiled slowly.
"Five hundred years ago, nature was different from now."
"Like you, you are getting old, how much strength do you have left?"
Han Daoren smiled, holding the whisk in one hand, and said softly.
"If I try my best, I will naturally be able to drag you down with me."
"Do you believe it?"
Mu Hualong fell silent. He had no doubt about the other party's strength.
If he risked his life, he would either die or suffer serious injuries.
