The Lord of the Quick Transmigration is addicted to the paranoid dragon again today

Divine power quickly coalesced in the air, forming a long whip gleaming with golden light. Wisps of lightning swirled around the whip, seemingly imbued with boundless power and fury. Mu Bai wielded the whip, engaging him in a fierce battle. The whip whistled through the air, emitting crisp crackling sounds, and Tian Dao nimbly dodged the attack.

Tiandao's swordsmanship was sharp and varied, repeatedly forcing Mu Bai back. Unwilling to be outdone, Mu Bai used his divine power to launch powerful attacks.

Neither of them gave in to the other, and for a while their bodies were covered with wounds of varying sizes, but Tiandao had more wounds, and looked very scary.

He looked at Mu Bai dangerously, "No one has ever dared to hurt me like this."

Mu Bai gritted his teeth impatiently, "Now you've seen it, today is the day you die." Those hypocritical immortals in heaven were afraid that he would cause trouble, so they sealed off most of his power. Otherwise, they could have taken him down with one move, and he wouldn't have to listen to his nonsense here.

Mu Bai was already short on power, and was also oppressed by the world. He was now extremely irritated and increased his power directly. "Stop talking nonsense. Today it's either you die or I live."

Suddenly, Mu Bai used a long whip to wrap around his arm like a poisonous snake, and Mu Bai took the opportunity to throw the sword away. Tiandao struggled hard but could not break free from the restraints.

Mu Bai seized the opportunity, exerting his strength to pull him towards him, and simultaneously kicked him in the abdomen. Tian Dao groaned, flew backwards, and slammed heavily into the wall. This went on and on, Tian Dao felt humiliated.

You know, he's always been feared and obeyed. When has anyone ever dared to treat him like this? This is simply a huge humiliation! No matter what, he's the ruler of this world, and no one dares to disobey him in the slightest. But now, someone dares to treat him like this.

This really made him furious, and the anger in his heart seemed to be about to erupt. He suddenly understood what Yves Karl did. His hands were now tightly controlled. Since he couldn't escape, he might as well drag Mu Bai down and die with him.

Tiandao raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face full of viciousness, "Boy, you're great, neither of us can get out today." After that, he used all his strength to break free from Mu Bai's restraints, rushed straight towards Mu Bai, and blew himself up not far from him.

Although Mu Bai was prepared, he was still injured. He didn't expect that this old guy would have such powerful strength. Half of the city should be affected. It seems that this old guy really wants to die.

Mu Bai looked at the bloodstains on his body with disgust. It was okay. It was just a chance to survive the ordeal. He was injured, but God had lost his life.

However, due to his demise, the weather around the world seemed to be in a huge chaos. It rained heavily here in Mu Bai. 886 served Mu Bai attentively, protecting him from the wind and rain while helping him block the pain and stop the big wounds, leaving some small wounds, otherwise they would be a bit conspicuous.

China was originally blessed with clear skies and a beautiful day, with the sun gently shone down on the earth. Everything seemed so peaceful and beautiful. However, at this moment, a sudden strong wind blew up outside, howling and sweeping in, as if to swallow the whole world. He Yu stood outside the window, stunned by the scene. He had been sending messages to Mu Bai for the past few days, but Mu Bai always replied very late.

Today, he didn't know what was going on, but deep down in his heart, he was always filled with an inexplicable panic. It felt like an invisible hand was tightly gripping his heart, making He Yu very uneasy.

So, He Yu couldn't help but try to contact Mu Bai again and again, sending him message after message, anxiously waiting for a reply, but it was like a stone sinking into the ocean without a reply. He called his number again, and listening to the monotonous and boring beeping, his uneasiness grew stronger.

He really wants to find Mu Bai now, but he is powerless. He is now imprisoned at home by Mu Zhongqing. A few days ago, he told Mu Zhongqing that he likes men.

Mu Zhongqing was furious when he heard this and almost took action, but he suppressed his anger and sent someone to watch He Yu and prevent him from making any movement. He went to find a way to rescue He Yu no matter what. This was wrong.

Originally, he planned to send He Yu to a rehabilitation center, but after investigation, he found that the treatment there was either electric shock or beatings, so he temporarily gave up the idea. Mu Zhongqing recently heard that drinking Chinese medicine could correct the problem, so he boiled Chinese medicine for He Yu every day.

Now he was only left with one mobile phone, the others were taken away, and others were warned not to contact He Yu. He Yu was extremely annoyed, and he really wanted to know Mu Bai's information.

Mu Baixin was having some difficulty in moving, and sat aside bored. His divine power was now exhausted, and he could only wait here. Fortunately, he still had 886. This damn world really suppressed him. He was bombed when he first arrived, and now he was bombed again. It was a perfect match.

Before Mu Bai could notify Tate, Tate's anxious voice could be heard from a distance. Tate's eyes widened, staring in disbelief at the shattered and shattered ground around him. The once flat and solid ground was now pitted and cratered, as if it had been trampled by a huge and ruthless monster.

The bomb craters were connected to each other, with varying depths. Some of them were still emitting wisps of black smoke and hot air. The soil was blown everywhere, mixed with gravel and dust to form a gray smoke that filled the air for a long time and did not dissipate. The whole place was in a mess.

Tate couldn't imagine what the Patriarch would become. He believed that the Patriarch would be fine. He suppressed his inner panic and asked, "Patriarch, where are you?"

He was like a man possessed, repeating the same action over and over again, tirelessly and without boredom. His eyes were fixed on the area, not missing any corners or gaps, and his hands were constantly turning over the surrounding objects, moving them here and there.

Mu Bai was speechless now, so he took out the flare gun in his hand, raised his arm slightly, and firmly pressed his finger on the trigger. With a "bang", the flare gun emitted a dazzling light, which was particularly eye-catching in the surroundings.

Seeing this, Tate walked towards Mu Bai excitedly, "Master, are you okay?"