Chapter 1232 Headmaster of Shushan, Dugu Invincible
"puff!"
Emperor Li Cheng's body exploded to pieces, and before he could even utter a scream, his body and soul were destroyed.
The genius of a generation did not become an emperor in the end, but turned into ashes.
When Ye Qiu and Changmei Master saw this scene, they only felt horrified.
A king at the peak of his powers died like this?
It's so unreal.
It's like a dream.
"Gulu!"
Master Longmei swallowed his saliva and said in a trembling voice: "Little brat, am I right? That lunatic... no, that senior, killed Emperor Li Cheng with just one look?"
"You read that right, it's true." Ye Qiu was also very horrified.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't be able to believe that a majestic and powerful man at the peak of his powers was actually killed by a look from a sloppy old man.
This pioneering work can only be described in four words——
Shocking!
"Old man, what do you think this senior is?" Ye Qiu asked.
"I read in the ancient books collected in Longhu Mountain that a drop of blood of a strong saint can kill thousands of armies, and a hair can split mountains and destroy the earth. Is it possible that this senior is a saint?"
When Master Changmei said this, he shook his head suddenly and denied his guess, "This is impossible!"
"The secular world is suppressed by the rules of heaven and earth. Immortal cultivators above the realm of kings cannot stay in the secular world, otherwise they will be mercilessly killed by heaven."
"This is also the reason why cultivators must go to the world of cultivation when they reach the peak of kingship and are about to break through."
Ye Qiudao: "This senior killed Emperor Li Cheng with just one look. This is enough to show that his cultivation level far exceeds that of Emperor Li Cheng."
Master Changmei said: "I am also very confused. If this senior is really a saint, why can he stay in the secular world?"
Ye Qiu asked: "Has there ever been a saint in Shushan?"
The Changmei Master shook his head: "I don't know."
Ye Qiu said: "I don't know who this senior is?"
at this time.
The purple and green swords flew over, hovered around Ye Qiu for a while, and finally flew in front of the sloppy old man.
The sloppy old man stretched out his withered hand, ready to grab the two divine swords, but suddenly, the old man suddenly retracted his hand.
"Buzz!"
The purple and green swords emitted a bright sword light and took the initiative to approach the sloppy old man.
The sloppy old man hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand again and grasped the two divine swords.
Suddenly, the old man shouted.
"Who am I? Who am I? Ahhhhh..."
The sound roared into the sky, and the terrifying sound waves spread out. More than a dozen mountain peaks in the distance turned into powder on the spot and dissipated into nothingness.
"hiss--"
Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren looked shocked. They felt a cold air rising from the soles of their feet, and their whole bodies were chilled.
Fortunately, the sound waves did not spread towards them, otherwise, the two of them would have turned into powder like those dozen mountain peaks.
"That's so strong!" Master Changmei exclaimed, "You little brat, this senior is definitely an unparalleled powerhouse!"
Nonsense, do you even need to say this?
Ye Qiu stared at the sloppy old man and saw the old man throw away the purple and green swords, then run away with his head in his hands, shouting as he ran: "Don't follow me, don't follow me..."
The sloppy old man quickly ran behind Ye Qiu and hid, his withered body trembling.
The purple and green swords stood in the air and did not pursue them.
"Senior..." Seeing the sloppy old man's appearance, Ye Qiu felt a little sympathetic, but he didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to squat down and support the sloppy old man.
"Little bastard, there seems to be something wrong with this senior's mind. Your medical skills are so good, why don't you give him some treatment?" Master Changmei said.
"Senior, I'm a doctor, let me check your pulse!" After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he held the sloppy old man's wrist. The next second, his expression changed.
Because the old man's wrists were as cold as ice and there was no pulse at all.
This kind of situation can only be seen in dead people.
Then, Ye Qiu opened his eyes again and stared at the sloppy old man.
after awhile.
Ye Qiu frowned and fell into deep thought.
"What's wrong?" Master Changmei asked.
Ye Qiu said: "This senior's situation is rather strange. I have no pulse, and his three souls and seven souls seem to be gone."
"Nonsense." Master Changmei didn't believe it at all, and said: "All creatures in the world have three souls and seven souls. Even if one soul and one soul are missing in normal times, it can range from illness to death. If there are no three souls and seven souls, then this person
Senior is dead long ago."
"According to what you said, this senior should be a dead man."
"Does he look like a dead man to you?"
Ye Qiu was also puzzled.
It stands to reason that if there is no pulse, then the person is dead. The strange thing is that this sloppy old man just looks unconscious. Other than that, he is no different from a normal person.
"what's going on?"
Ye Qiu was puzzled.
"call out!"
At this moment, the purple and green swords let out a sharp whistle, like two lightning bolts, piercing the sloppy old man's forehead.
"careful--"
Before Ye Qiu finished speaking, the sloppy old man stretched out a finger to block the purple and green swords.
The purple and green swords kept making sword whistles very quickly, as if they were urging the old man.
The sloppy old man was a little restless, spinning back and forth in circles, beating his head as he did so.
"Who am I? Who am I?"
The sloppy old man kept repeating this sentence. Suddenly, the moonlight illuminated the mountain peak, and the four words "Shu Mountain Forbidden Land" on the mountain were extremely eye-catching.
The sloppy old man looked at the mountain with empty eyes, and his whole person suddenly became quiet.
"Where is this?"
"Why do I feel so familiar?"
"It seems like I have lived here for a long, long time...but why can't I remember...dead, all dead..."
The sloppy old man's mood was very unstable, as if he was crazy or demonic.
Master Changmei was a little flustered. He was worried that if the sloppy old man couldn't control himself for a while, he and Ye Qiu would suffer.
"Little brat, the swastika has the effect of cleansing the mind. Use it on him quickly."
Ye Qiu raised his palm, and instantly, a fist-sized "卍" character appeared in his palm, emitting a strong golden light and shrouding the sloppy old man.
Suddenly, the old man became quiet.
Master Changmei breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I don't know what stimulation this senior received, how could he become like this?"
Ye Qiu sighed quietly: "Alas..."
The purple and green swords flew over again, spinning around the old man, and the swords kept roaring.
"Little bastard, these two swords are causing trouble. If this continues, I'm worried..."
Before Master Changmei finished speaking, suddenly, the purple and green swords slashed violently at the stone sword above the sloppy old man's head.
The slovenly old man's empty eyes suddenly shot out two rays of light, piercing the void.
"I remembered, I remembered, I am the headmaster of Shushan..."
