A scrap collection station comes to mind

Can you not hate it?

I have no enmity with you in the past and have no enmity in the recent past. Why do you use tricks to harm me?

You trapped me here just because you wanted me to die.

If the situation hadn't been unfavorable, I would have fought with you long ago.

At this time, Ling Kuang felt extremely resentful and resentful.

I think that I, Ling Kuang, such a person, who once dominated the world and caused shock in the entire Northern Continent, would fall into the hands of such a boy today.

It was really true that a tiger fell flat and was bullied by a dog. In the end, he was betrayed by such a boy.

"What, don't you want to fight?"

Mu Yi looked like he was watching a show. After waiting for a long time, he didn't see a good show, and he was a little disappointed. "If we don't fight, fellow Taoist Lingkuang, I will have to ask you for something."

"Um?"

Hearing this, Ling Kuang instantly frowned and looked at Mu Yi warily.

Mu Yi had a charming smile on his face, "Don't be nervous, I just want the Divine Slave Control Technique in your hand."

The Divine Secret to Control a Slave?

Ling Kuang's eyebrows twisted into a knot, looking extremely gloomy.

"Palace Master Mu Yi, I didn't hear you clearly. What do you want?"

"The Divine Secret of Controlling Slaves."

Mu Yi smiled lightly and said it again, with an emphasis on tone.

"You won't tell me that you don't know this skill, right?"

Smiling a little jokingly, Mu Yi looked directly at Ling Kuang calmly.

"Ah."

Ling Kuang smiled, sarcastically, "Palace Master Mu Yi, are you kidding me? How can my trivial skills be of any use to you? What's more, since my technique has been passed down, there is no reason for it to be spread outside."

"No external news?"

Mu Yi shook his head, "I'm afraid not. How do I remember that besides you, is there anyone else who knows this technique?"

He glanced in Chen Muyu's direction with a half-smile.

Not to mention whether Chen Muyu knows this technique, Yang Ming definitely knows this technique. Mu Yi can be sure of this.

Ling Kuang stopped answering this question.

Yang Ming's incident was a complete accident to him.

Moreover, Yang Ming is now completely out of his control.

"Palace Master Mu Yi, it's better not to embarrass me." Ling Kuang shook his head repeatedly, "Moreover, when Holy Lord Hongmeng was still alive, didn't he list this technique as a forbidden technique? As the Lord of Hongmeng Palace, you should strictly abide by it. Holy Lord Hongmeng has ordered that you should not tamper with the forbidden arts."

"It is precisely because this technique is a forbidden technique that I come to you to ask for it. This kind of technique should not exist. It starts with you and ends with you."

Mu Yi's tone was calm and completely reluctant.

Ling Kuang's expression was cold and unmoved.

Several of his subordinates gathered in front of Ling Kuang, as if they were ready to fight at any moment.

The atmosphere was quite tense and on the verge of breaking out.

Of course, Mu Yi didn't take these people seriously at all.

Chen Muyu had no intention of breaking up the fight, so he quickly hid away to avoid blood splattering on himself.

"Hehe, haha, hahahaha..."

Ling Kuang burst out laughing suddenly, and the tense atmosphere relaxed instantly, "It is my honor that Palace Master Muyi likes my technique. I thought about it carefully, and if you want, I I’ll give it to you, but I can’t give it to you easily. Palace Master Muyi should get something in exchange.”

"Are you going to tell me the terms?" Mu Yi frowned slightly.

Can't you see, I've made it clear that I want to snatch it from you, yet you're still leaving it here and here.

Ling Kuang was also aggrieved. Who dared to talk to him like this after all these years.

How has he ever suffered such a loss?

But now, people have to bow their heads under the eaves. No matter how arrogant he is, he still has to bow his head at this time.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Kuang said, "Palace Master Mu Yi, you should have the Holy Blood Fruit in your hand, right?"

When the words Holy Blood Fruit were mentioned, the air pressure around him suddenly surged. It was obvious that the way Mu Yi looked at Ling Kuang was looking at a dead person.

This was touching Mu Yi's reverse scale.

Ling Kuang resisted the pressure and said, "I don't want much, Palace Master Mu Yi just wants to share some with me."

By saying this, he felt that he was confident enough, but in fact he was quite humble.

It's like begging.

Mu Yi looked at him coldly, the murderous intent in his eyes not diminishing at all.

Ling Kuang said, "Palace Master Muyi doesn't know. I have been trapped in my current state for countless years due to the curse. Over the years, I have searched all over the four realms, but I have not found a way to escape. I heard about it recently. The existence of the Holy Blood Fruit is why I came all the way to look for this opportunity..."

"Ah."

After hearing this, Mu Yi sneered, "I've heard a little bit about you."

Ling Kuang raised his eyebrows but did not answer.

Mu Yi continued, "The curse of the Taiwu clan is not so easy to break. It is sheer delusion for you to break the curse with your strength. Even if I give you the whole fruit, even if I give you a piece of it, you still can't." Breaking the curse is a complete waste..."

"this……"

He didn't expect Mu Yi to say these words at all, Ling Kuang was stunned.

However, Mu Yi's words undoubtedly meant that she admitted that the Holy Blood Fruit was in her hands.

"Palace Master Mu Yi."

Ling Kuang said sincerely, "No matter whether it succeeds or not, there is always a glimmer of hope. I ask Palace Master Mu Yi to fulfill it."

This old guy has a very low profile.

"impossible."

Mu Yi was also a stubborn person, so he immediately waved his hand and said, "You are not qualified to bargain with me. The Holy Blood Fruit is not yours to get your hands on. Hand over the technique and we will be clear."

"If Palace Master Muyi is determined to embarrass me, then I will have no choice but to fight to the death."

At this moment, Ling Kuang changed his timid attitude, and his aura became fierce.

"good."

Mu Yi looked coldly, as if what he was waiting for was Ling Kuang's words, since you want to die, then I will make it happen for you.

The show is coming.

In the distance, Chen Muyu's eyes glowed with golden light. Mu Yi was already murderous. Ling Kuang had no choice at all, either hand over the technique now or hand over the technique after being beaten half to death.

Obviously Ling Kuang chose the latter.

Chen Muyu was looking forward to seeing how this arrogant existence would end in frustration.

"boom!"

However, just as the two parties were getting ready to attack, and just when Mu Yi was about to raise his sword to kill, suddenly, there was a shock in the distance.

The vibrations had some kind of weird ripples, which made everyone feel frightened.

Look in the direction of the vibration.

Sarcophagus.

The source of the vibration was the sarcophagus.

The sarcophagus was wrapped in a huge amount of blood, and an ancient and desolate atmosphere was released from it. Even though they were far away, Chen Muyu and others still felt an inexplicable depression.

This feeling of oppression is very common. It is the pressure brought by those at a higher level to those at a lower level.

"boom!"

The coffin lid suddenly jumped.

There was a roar, followed by a surge of blood, and terrifying energy impacted in all directions.