Han Tianyu, the master of the Nine Cold Heavenly Palace, was beheaded by Mu Yun!

A few years ago, this incident was regarded as the laughing stock of Jiuhan Heavenly Palace in the entire three thousand small worlds. At this moment, seeing Mu Yun appear in front of several people, Han Yu naturally wanted revenge.

"Who are you?"

"Blind your dog's eyes!"

Song Jian looked at Mu Yun and shouted: "This is our first genius in the Nine Cold Heavenly Palace-Brother Han Yu, Mu Yun, when I met Brother Han Yu, I should kneel down quickly, maybe I can spare your life!"

Only on the first day?

Hanyu?

Hearing this, Mu Yun shook his head.

In recent years, he really paid little attention to the news of Jiuhan Tiangong.

I just didn't expect that the title of this first genius is so worthless?

Anyone alone is the first genius?

"What do you shake your head for?"

"Can I itch my head!"

Mu Yun said impatiently: "I don't want to provoke you. This is the Dragon Cave. It is not unusual for anything to happen. It is better to be careful of other dangers!"

"No? I don't think you dare!"

Song Jian hummed: "Where was that arrogance just now? Seeing our brother Han Yu, he immediately withered, right?"

Hearing this, Mu Yun really had no choice but to smile.

"arrogant?"

Mu Yun took a step forward and said, "I'm just afraid that the arrogance will come down, you can't bear it!"

"court death!"

Hearing Mu Yun's words, Han Yu, who had not spoken yet, snorted and rushed out directly.

The ice-blue long sword he used was of extraordinary texture, and the sword pierced out, and the sword suddenly became heavy.

But, seeing Han Yu kill with a sword, Mu Yun didn't bother to look at it.

"Go away!"

No bitterness sword was used, Mu Yun directly raised his fingers, and pointed both hands together. A true essence sword aura was directly cut out.

Ding......

When the urging sound fell, Han Yu only felt that his hands could not stop shaking, and even his body began to shake with the frequency.

Wow, a mouthful of blood was spit out, and Han Yu retreated humbly.

He was originally the fifth level of the feather fairyland, how could he be the opponent of the sixth level of Muyunyu fairyland.

In the Nine Han Tiangong, he is indeed a genius, but compared with Mu Yun, he is really far behind.

"roll!"

Mu Yun coldly shouted: "Then, I don't like to say it again!"

Seeing this scene, Song Jian's eyes were dull, his mouth opened wide, and his body couldn't help shaking.

Han Yu's face was pale, and he stroked his chest with his palms, panting heavily.

hateful!

"Come again!"

Han Yu didn't admit defeat at all.

Just rushing out again, Mu Yun was completely angry this time.

After being provoked again and again, I really thought he was a soft persimmon!

With a sword in his hand, Mu Yun stepped out, and a clanging sword sounded. The middle-grade holy artifact in Han Yu's hand broke instantly, crackled, and shattered into fragments.

Mu Yun drew a sword on Han Yu's chest and said indifferently: "The last time, get out!"

With blood on his chest, Han Yu was completely shocked at this moment!

He simply couldn't imagine how Mu Yun did this step.

But no matter what, how can he admit defeat!

"The majesty of the Jiuhan Temple cannot be provoked!"

Han Yu said indifferently: "Mu Yun, to tell you the truth, the day when your blood confederation will be destroyed is not far away!"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Mu Yun was murderous.

Han Yu's remarks were obviously not aimless.

"You don't know yet, don't worry, this trip to the Dragon Cave is over, your blood alliance will disappear in the entire three thousand small world!" Han Yu said coldly: "I am not your opponent now, but when the time comes, I I can easily step on your face, in front of you, just like this..."

As Han Yu said, he tore off Lu Xue's long skirt next to him, revealing her pure white skin.

"I can do this and ravage your wife wantonly. I heard that one of your wife is still pregnant? I haven't had a baby for three years. Most of it is because I haven't entered her body!"

Han Yu looked at Mu Yun with a more and more gloomy tone.

Just hearing these words, Mu Yun was not furious, and did not scream in a hurry.

One sword!

With a puff, Han Yu's head fell to the ground.

Lu Xue, who had nothing on him beside him, was already completely frightened.

Only in the face of such a person, Mu Yun really didn't bother to say a word!

"Unfortunately, even at that time, you can't see it anymore!"

Mu Yun put away the bitterness sword and looked at the other people and said, "This time, who is the leader of your Jiuhan Heavenly Palace?"

"Yes... it's Vice Palace Master Han Yun!"

Song Jian hesitated, his body trembling, and his forehead was rubbed coldly over and over again.

"Han Yun..."

Mu Yun put away his long sword, looked at Song Jian, and said, "Do you know what Han Yu said?"

"I...I just heard Senior Brother Hanyu say that the Blood Embers Project was initiated by Xuankong Mountain. I don't know anything else!"

Song Jian was already completely stupid at this moment.

Allowing Mu Yun to leave gradually, he stood in place, at a loss.

"Quickly, tell the deputy palace master that Han Yu is dead, dead, and killed by Mu Yun!"

"Yes!"

Song Jian wiped the drops of sweat from his forehead and sat on the ground.

He could feel that he was so close to death just now!

On the other side, Mu Yun's figure concealed aside, hearing this, he just left.

He wanted to kill people, but he didn't know anything about Longdong.

And hearing the conversation between Song Jian and Lu Xue, it seemed that the two major forces of Nine Cold Heavenly Palace and Xuanyue Holy Land were not far from here.

It's just that here he is Monk Zhang Er who has no idea, and really doesn't know how to find it, so he let them vent the news.

Following the departure of the Jiuhan Tiangong disciple, Mu Yun quietly disappeared.

It's just the effort of the front and back feet, and the sound of breaking through the air immediately sounded.

More than a dozen figures broke through the air.

The leader is Lin Zhengying!

"I ask you, have you seen a young man in a black shirt with long hair **** and a strand of hair on his forehead?"

Lin Zhengying's words fell and looked at several people coldly.

Long hair tied up? Hair on the forehead?

Song Jian was taken aback, isn't this just Mu Yun?

"I saw it, but I told you, what benefit did you give me?" Song Jian had just been aggrieved by Mu Yun, and this was a good opportunity to vent.

"benefit?"

Lin Zhengying's eyes flashed murderously, and she cut off her palm directly.

With a snort, Song Jian's head landed directly.

"Who knows?"

Lin Zhengying didn't even look at Song Jian's corpse, and turned to look at the others.

He was already angry, so Song Jian was looking for death by himself at this moment, but would he still dare to pay him?

Lin Zhengying hummed: "My reward for you is to leave your lives!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was silent.

Lu Xue stepped out: "I have seen him, he claimed to be Mu Yun, killed Han Yu and left!"

"Where did you go?"

"Over there!" Lu Xue said hurriedly.

"very good!"

Lin Zhengying looked at Lu Xue and nodded.

Just the next moment, the palm of the hand clapped, and the sound of bang bang bang sounded one after another, four or five figures were killed.

"Summon everyone to join and go!"

Lin Zhengying didn't care at all, and directly led a dozen people and rushed out again.

Killing a few disciples of the Nine Han Heavenly Palace is nothing to him!

He doesn't care about these at all!

Poor Song Jian and Lu Xue did not die under Mu Yun's hands, but Lin Zhengying vented their anger and were killed directly.

At the same time, on the other side, Mu Yun continued to follow the disciple who had left to report.

After a full half an hour, along the long corridor, the disciple of the Jiuhan Heavenly Palace had just arrived at the destination.

And the place where you see it becomes a broad boundary.

Mu Yun understood that whether it was Tianxuan Mountain or Gulong site, it was basically underground.

These relics existed for no less than ten thousand years, and the existence of every magical place passed through the annual ring of history, so the landforms and mountains changed, and these places were gradually submerged.

"Vice Palace Master!"

The disciple flew out directly, rushed out of the tunnel, and directly reached the vast ground.

This is a piece of yellow land with no end in sight.

It's just that this land looks too barren.

However, in front of that, a palace stands proudly!

The palace does not look majestic and majestic. It is only a hundred meters high and only a few hundred meters long and wide. It looks ordinary.

But seeing the palace, Mu Yun was slightly taken aback.

This palace looks very ordinary, but it is full of colorful light.

And more importantly, at this moment, all those warriors gathered in front of the palace and stopped.

Among the crowd, Mu Yun saw a few old acquaintances.

Vice-Palace Master of Jiuhan Temple-Han Yun!

There is also Xiao Yun'er, and the envoy of Xuanyue Holy Land—Aunt Yun!

Five years ago, when he met this holy envoy in the South China Sea, Mu Yun didn't care, but in the past five years, he has learned more and more about Xuanyue Holy Land, and Mu Yun also knew it.

There are a total of ten envoys in Xuanyue Holy Land.

These ten envoys, all of them are extremely powerful.

Their strength lies in their mysterious figures and methods, which ordinary people simply cannot match!

This time, seeing the Saint Yun envoy again, there was no trace of contempt in Mu Yun's heart.

At this moment, seeing Saint Yun standing beside Xiao Yun'er, Mu Yun no longer worried.

This time, Mu Yun displayed the longan again, the breath of the whole person was like withered grass lurking in the straw, without the slightest anger.

This is the power of Longan, even if it is a powerhouse in the tenth realm of Yuxian Realm, it is impossible to discover Mu Yun's breath.

It's just that Mu Yun at this moment does not have a trace of relaxation in his heart. After all, Han Yun is the tenth layer of the feather fairyland, and even the deputy palace owner of the Nine Han Tiangong. The existence of this level is top-notch in the three thousand small worlds. The presence!

Only gradually, Mu Yun approached everyone, like a ghost.

"Vice Palace Master, the big thing is not good!"

At this moment, the disciple who reported the letter screamed: "Vice Palace Master, Han Yu has been killed!"

boom......

In an instant, Mu Yun felt the huge pressure around him, and it spread to where he was. He was careless and almost exposed.

"what happened?"

Han Yun's face was cold, like a piece of ten thousand years of profound iron, coldly snorted.