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Chapter 3347

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The Mu Clan of Carefree City was an ancient clan of the Ancient World.

Similarly.

The Mu Jia obtained a special ancient power.

Spatial Magic!

This was the only spatial power that the ancient world had ever produced. It was also the power that the Mystic Thearch feared the most. It was also the power he wanted the most.

Once he grasped the Space Secret Technique, he would be able to roam the world below the Ancient World and go wherever he wanted.

However!

Ever since he gained control of the ancient inherited power, there had never been a space-related secret technique.

This was also the reason why he couldn't do anything to Liberty City. Otherwise, if the Dragons had been trampled under his feet, how could a mere Mu family have survived for so long?

The Secret Technique of Space was very powerful when it came to traveling through space. As long as he grasped the power of the Ancient Inheritance, he would be able to enter any world or secret realm that he wished to enter.

When the Pavilion of Heavenly Mysteries' First Pavilion Master saw the space distort and the void shatter, he immediately guessed that the Mu Clan of Liberty City had arrived. However … he did not expect that it would be the Mu Clan's current Patriarch, Murong Xiong.

His surname was Rong Xiong!

He is also the youngest Lord in the history of Mu Jia.

The Mu Clan Leader had three children. The eldest was Murong Xiong, the second was Murong Qi, and the third was Long Fei's mother, Mu Wan 'er.

Second Brother Murong Qi disappeared.

When he was young, he left his family and wandered the world. There was no news of him until now.

Mu Wan'er had also disappeared.

Of the three of them, only Murong Xiong was in Liberty City. He was the only one who had taken over his father's position and managed Liberty City and the Mu Clan. It was also because of his management that the Heavenly Clan had never been able to deal with Liberty City.

He was a spatial genius.

If one cultivated the power of spatial inheritance to the extreme, one would not know where they would appear or disappear from.

Murong Xiong smiled and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm really here to see my nephew."

The blue-robed old man said, "Murong Xiong, who's your nephew? Why would he appear here? I think you must be mistaken, right? "

Who was Murong Xiong's nephew?

No matter how ignorant the blue-robed old man was, he knew who it was.

That kid from the Long Family.

However!

The Western Region had collapsed, and that lad had been swallowed by the black hole. There was no longer a Long Fei in this world.

Not only that.

After the celestial race found out about Long Fei's identity, anyone named Long Fei in the entire Primordial World was killed without exception. The Long surname also suffered a tragic blow.

The Tian Race's methods were to make it so that you would never be able to rise again.

As long as there was even the slightest trace of involvement, he would not care so much. He would rather kill billions of innocent people than let a single one go!

If they admitted that Long Fei had come to the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, then even if they didn't have a reason, they would still be able to find a reason. This person absolutely could not enter the Heavenly Secret Pavilion.

Even if he entered this place, he couldn't admit it.

Murong Xiong grinned and said, "My nephew is more famous than me. How could you not know?"

The blue-robed old man said, "So what if we know? The Western Regions are collapsing, and the black hole is swallowing everything up. Do you think he can survive? Even if he survived, do you think he should be here? Could he appear here? Would he dare to appear here? "

"The deaths of billions of lives in the Western Regions, isn't that enough to teach him a lesson?"

"If he is still alive, he has to stay far away. Otherwise, the next place to perish might be the North Desert Region, the Tianhai Sea Region, or …"

Without waiting for him to finish, Murong Xiong said, "Or here!"

The blue-robed old man's eyes narrowed. Murong Xiong walked lightly in mid-air as if he was walking on flat ground. With every step he took, a piece of space would shatter under his feet, falling down like cherry blossoms. After falling for a few meters, they would disappear. It was very cool, free and easy. Coupled with his handsome face, he was even more attractive.

"I think you know why the celestial race sent someone to participate in the Artifact Forging Ceremony this time. Since the Mystic Thearch wants to touch your Heavenly Secret Pavilion, no matter how strong you are, I'm afraid you won't be able to stop him."

"Great Pavilion Master."

"I can lend you a helping hand," Ye Zichen said.

The white-browed old man said solemnly, "You can help us? How can you help us? "

No one in the Mu Clan knew how to forge artifacts.

It was the same for Murong Xiong.

If the celestial race wanted to touch the Heavenly Secret Pavilion, they must have done it through the artifact forging competition.

There was no doubt about this.

Murong Xiong said, "Your Heavenly Secret Pavilion's artifact forging technique is indeed awesome. There is no doubt that you are the best in the Primordial World, but … how does your artifact forging technique compare to the Ancient World's?"

"Who is stronger? Who is weaker? "

"Now that the Mystic Thearch controls the Outer Heaven, the Ancient World can only be left, not entered. If he brings back a few old monsters from the Ancient World, do you think you can resist them?"

The blue-robed old man said, "How can you help us?"

Murong Xiong smiled slightly and said, "It's very simple. I will use my secret space technique to combine with your artifact forging. In the entire Ancient World, only the Mu Clan knows the secret space technique. As long as you can forge this kind of weapon, the old monsters in the Ancient World can't do anything."

The blue-robed old man's eyes did not waver. He asked, "What do you want?"

Murong Xiong laughed and said, "I don't want anything."

The blue-robed old man said, "You, Murong Xiong, never do business that loses money. Will you help us with the secret space technique for no reason?"

"Hahaha …"

Murong Xiong laughed loudly and said, "Since you want to say that, then … I don't want much. It's actually very simple. Just one word: alliance!"

The white-browed old man's eyes tightened. He immediately said, "No way. If we ally with Liberty City, isn't that going against the Heavenly Race? How can the Pavilion of Prophecy survive that way? "

"Murong Xiong, are you helping us? I'm afraid you're harming us. "

The blue-robed old man said, "Do you think I will agree?"

The smile on Murong Xiong's face did not diminish. He said, "You have no choice. Only I can protect this place. Furthermore … I'm not only protecting the Pavilion of Prophecy. I'm more worried that my nephew will appear here."

The white-browed old man said, "If your nephew is here, then the Pavilion of Prophecy will be in even more danger."

"Senior Brother, absolutely not!"

The blue-robed old man did not refuse, but he did not agree either!

Murong Xiong did not let him reply immediately either. He said, "Think about it slowly. As long as the Pavilion of Prophecy still exists, you can give me an answer."

"That's right!"

"I heard that my nephew's King Kong is here?"

The blue-robed old man's eyes immediately darkened.

The white-browed old man's expression also darkened.

Apart from the two of them, no one else knew that Li Yuanba was in the Pavilion of Prophecy. If news of this spread, the consequences would be unimaginable.

However!

Murong Xiong looked at their nervous expressions and said, "Don't be nervous. Actually, I know a lot more."

"Forget it!"

"I can't be bothered to ask you to lead the way. I'll look for him myself. I'll also find out what's going on in the Ancient World."

"I'm leaving. Bye-bye!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure had already disappeared.

He could not sense his aura at all.

This was because Murong Xiong had already entered the space.

The white-browed old man said solemnly, "Senior Brother, I knew something was going to happen. Since Murong Xiong knows, how can the Heavenly Race not know?"

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