In the underground water prison in Taiqingguan Mountain, the red bricks were covered with adhering corpse residues. The light was extremely dim. Only a few burning eternal lamps were blooming with faint candlelights, reflecting a black monster covered in blood. He was tall and carrying a giant sword as heavy as iron, making waves of deep breaths, which were breathtaking.

Bai Mu's body was covered in blood, and it was gushing like a fountain. His bones on his limbs were twisted, but they were broken back by the Berserker Armor, allowing him to maintain a state of fighting without limit.

"Bai Li...Bai Li..."

Bai Mu had lost his mind and just kept muttering this name.

Bang!

Bai Mu waved the Dragon-Slaying Sword and slapped it violently. A disciple of Taiqingguan was patted with meat sauce, and a white human-shaped light ball emerged from it. His soul fled and Bai Mu did not chase him.

"This is a magic monk!"

"The demon cultivator is not that scary either. This is a monster!"

The group of Jiedan monks who were guarding the dungeon were trembling and did not want to face such a monster at all. Just now, the elders in the first Yuanying stage were all slapped into mud by Bai Mu's terrible giant sword, and the Yuanying was shattered. They didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

"Isn't someone already reporting to the head of the sect? Why haven't the person come yet?"

Seeing Bai Mushi pounced towards him like a mad dog, a disciple immediately lit up his eyebrows and sacrificed his magic weapon, unfolding an apricot-yellow body-protecting light shield, emitting indestructible mist ripples.

The Dragon-Slaying Sword slammed down violently, like a white snake coming out of the hole, as fast as thunder, but also with a force of ten thousand pounds. Both the speed and strength were extremely terrifying, as if there was a punishment of heaven.

pound!

The body-protecting light shield instantly collapsed and exploded into countless fragments of light spots, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword had already slapped the head of this disciple of Taiqingguan.

Chih...

He didn't even scream, as if he was cut off by a guillotine. He was slashed from above the Tianling Cover and was separated from it and cracked in two halves.

A group of Taiqing Temple disciples retreated one after another, and no one wanted to touch the bad head of this black monster. They were not a human being, this was an angry crazy beast!

At this time, a solemn sound came from the entrance tunnel of the water prison.

"The head of Taiqing Temple has an order, don't stop him, let him leave, and go to the birthday party of Zhenren Xianyun."

Although everyone was confused when they heard the words, they were like being pardoned and no longer blocked Bai Mu.

"But, you have to act like an interception..."

The disciple of Taiqingguan at the entrance of the tunnel said weakly.

"Pretending to behave? To put it lightly, this person is already crazy and kills people when they see them. If you pretend to block them, wouldn't you die even more miserably!?"

The disciples in the water prison were all incredible, and I don’t know why there were such strange and excessive commands.

"Who dares not obey the order of the head teacher!?"

When the disciples heard this, their faces looked extremely ugly. They didn't say a word, but they gritted their teeth and avoided the sides, giving way to Bai Mu.

"Bai Li...Bai Li..."

Bai Mu looked crazy. Although he didn't even know what Bai Li looked like, this was the idea that supported him to live, the deepest part of his heart, and the engine of his life!

Bai Mu moved his legs, and the Dragon Sword dragged to the ground, and his running figure dragged into a black shadow. The Dragon Sword rubbed against the ground and made a clanging sound, causing a series of sparks to run towards the exit of the water prison.

The disciples did not dare to be negligent, and they used the escape technique to follow Bai Mu, waiting until there were outsiders to pretend to block Bai Mu.

...

Fifty miles away from Taiqing Temple, Zhuge Lun was like lightning. He slid his toes and stepped on the void. His body suddenly burst out and ran several miles away. All the birds and beasts in the mountains were alarmed, trembling by Zhuge Lun's terrifying aura, curled up into a ball and trembled.

"Those who draw the sword with their physical body are the Supreme Master of Wuxing..."

Zhuge Ran murmured excitedly in his ventral speech. He wanted to laugh loudly, but his mouth was sewn. The Lord of Senluo Sword even deprived him of his smile.

However, Zhuge Lun did not regret it. He was glad that he had been to Zhongzhou. He was glad that he had served the Son Luo Sword Master. Not only was he glad, but he was even ecstatic. In the Tianji Pavilion of the Son Luo Sword Master, as a copyist, he had secretly seen a secret from Wufeng Continent, the origin of Wufeng Continent!

This Wufeng Continent is vast and vast, and accommodates countless billions of creatures. Even if ordinary people spend a hundred generations or tens of thousands of generations, they cannot cross from one continent to another. Only high-level monks can do it.

Everyone in Wufeng Continent is too ignorant and falls into the concept of the predecessors, thinking that Wufeng Continent is the center of everything, but it is not the case.

Who would have expected that this Wufeng Continent, which was regarded as the place where gods were dwelling by Wufeng's people, had a history of billions and billions of years. It was just a long-forgotten land. It was used to bury a mysterious sword, enough to cut off Hongmeng! Roar the galaxy! Arbitrary to the world!

Zhuge Lun only saw this message in a hurry and hurriedly left. However, Zhuge Lun also deduced a shocking theory based on the information he had read in Tianji Pavilion.

"I was born at the right time! I was born at the right time!"

Zhuge said excitedly in his ventral language, making a hoarse voice. The words in Wufeng Continent were not like this, but were evolved tens of thousands of years ago under the arrangement of some will. It seemed to be to cater to outsiders, called them "strangers" and use them to break the shackles of Wufeng Continent for billions of years.

There seem to be more secrets buried in this Wufeng Continent. The fourteen sword masters are definitely strange, but Zhuge Lun did not dig again and did not dare to go to Tianji Pavilion again, for fear of being suspected by the Son Luo Sword Master.

"Bai Li...Bai Li..."

Zhuge Luan murmured with this name, this carnival feast that has been silent forever, this person will be the ticket to enter.

Zhuge Luan ignored his injuries and actually gave him the opportunity to meet Bai Li outside. He must not miss this opportunity!

Zhuge Luan was flying in the air and soon arrived at the foot of Taiqing Temple. A magnificent stone gate stood in front of him, and several Taiqing Temple disciples were guarding him.

The disciple of Taiqingguan, who was in charge, frowned. Zhuge Luan's appearance was too terrifying. He looked like a ghost, with his hair vertically on his ankles, his eyes were pitch black, and his mouth was sewn with needles and threads wrapped around his black gas, which was not like a good person at all.

"Today's Xianyun Zhenren's birthday, those who do not have invitations are not allowed to enter."

Zhuge Ran's face suddenly became cold when he heard this.

"What are you? I am the elder of the Blood Forgive Pavilion. I can stop you from a unknown native chicken and tile dog. But I am so compassionate to you. You can report it to you in half a stick of incense."

Zhuge Luan's lips were not opened or closed at all, and he said in his ventral words.

The guard disciple was a little confused by Zhuge Luan's series of verbal cannons, but after hearing the four words "The Elder of the Blood-Borrow Pavilion", his attitude immediately changed and he bent down to Zhuge Luan and bowed.

"I'll report it right away."

The disciples of the gate guard did not dare to be negligent, and turned into a ray of light to sweep towards the top of Taiqingguan Peak.

Zhuge Ran stroked his soft hair that was drooping to his ankles and felt that the title of the elder of the Blood Forge Pavilion was very useful. Shortly after he returned to the Southern Region, he heard about the Lord of the Blood Forge Pavilion and immediately lied outside that he was the elder of the Blood Forge Pavilion. Moreover, he looked like a tough person. The usefulness of this title was unimaginable. No matter where he was treated, he was a VIP and was free.
Chapter completed!