Ji Rongzhao said, "This Gu Mu Chu has killed countless people and committed many evil deeds. It is indeed intolerable."
"You can tell, he doesn't seem to be a good person. He just had murderous intentions towards me and Ning Ning." Qi Qingyan shuddered when she thought of that scene.
Just now, a sword was pointed directly between her eyebrows, seemingly going to penetrate her.
At the same time, Ji Ningshuang was also trapped in the formation by the magic weapon, and it seemed that she was going to be shattered to pieces.
On the other side, Ji Rongzhao was forced to commit suicide.
In such a crisis-ridden moment, it was this chubby old man from Qingxiao Sect who ordered to kill everyone in one fell swoop.
Fortunately, the white-clothed and white-haired god arrived in time, and saw that he just flicked his hand, and then the sword that was eager to take people's lives was broken and shattered, and the magic weapon that surrounded Ji Ningshuang shattered in an instant, and fell into pieces overnight.
Qi Qingyan was still shocked when she thought of that scene.
Ji Ningshuang asked her grandmother to continue, "Who is the last person?"
Ji Rongzhao said, "He is the real head of the Su family, Su Shengyan. In his early years, he was defeated by a conspiracy in the struggle for power. He was expelled from the Su family. From then on, he harbored resentment in his heart. After many years of hardship, he cultivated to the level of Mahayana Dao Zang, and he is the same today.
For revenge."
Ji Ningshuang thought, is it okay to kill people casually in revenge?
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Here an old man and a young man are talking.
On the other side, Gu Muchu, who never repented and looked extremely sinister, warned, "Young man, please stop meddling in other people's business, or you may die without a burial place."
Gu Mu Chu wanted to go on a killing spree, but he didn't like leaving anyone alive.
The white-haired god raised his eyes. His eyes were indifferent and cold, as if he could not see anything, and as if he could see through thousands of miles of rivers and mountains in one glance, and how many complicated worldly things he saw. Everything was just like clouds and smoke, floating and disappearing in a moment.
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There was no emotion, anger or joy on his handsome face.
He stands in the middle of heaven and earth, with his hands behind his back, Xiao Ran, a peerless figure.
Gu Muchu felt furious looking at the man in white with unknown and unpredictable origins.
He asked the two people standing by, "What are you doing standing still? Take action quickly."
"We are going to the Cangling Mountains later to look for divine objects. After we have solved the matter here, wouldn't it be convenient to go and snatch the divine objects?"
Gu Muchu is very impatient, and he looks like a man who is prone to anger and anger.
He has countless innocent souls wrapped around his hands, and he is never afraid of anything except others.
It's just that this man in white clothes and white hair is mysterious and unpredictable. There is a faint brilliance about him. He is obviously a handsome and gentle man, but when he looks up to him, he feels small and humble.
Such momentum and magnanimity are rare in the world.
Bai Mochen and Su Shengyan looked at each other. They always felt that this man with white clothes and white hair was difficult to deal with. The high-grade magic weapon just now was easily destroyed by this young man with his hand. Few people can do this. No, it should be said that no one can.
Do it.
It would be understandable to say that what he destroyed were ordinary common objects, but the problem is that the high-grade magic weapon was like a paper object in his hands, and it was shattered into nothingness in an instant. It is horrifying to think about it.
Bai Mochen didn't want to attack Ji Rongdrill, who had no cultivation base. He had agreed to do something before because he heard that Ji Rongdrill had improved his cultivation and had entered the Mahayana Dao Zang, so he came to challenge him.
Bai Mochen lives in the deep mountains and old forests all year round. He doesn't like to ask about the complicated things in the world. Every day he wants to know if Qianshan Gate has been washed with blood.
I was invited, firstly for the challenge, and secondly because of my lifelong feelings.
He specifically came out to deal with Ji Rongzha in person. It turned out that the Su family and the royal family agreed, saying that if he could complete the task, he would be allowed to return to Qianshan Gate to wash away his past grudges, which is why he was killed today.
To be honest, he didn't want to do such a despicable and dirty thing. He accidentally left the root of the disease and he couldn't live a stable life for decades. Isn't it the fault of others who wanted to kill him?
Bai Mochen was thinking about all kinds of things.
But Su Shengyan thought that victory or defeat was a common thing for a military man, and if he was asked to attack an old woman with no cultivation, he would not be able to do it.
Therefore, two of the three highly accomplished people who came here after hearing the news had already become disgusted with the royal family's deception and various underworld activities.
Dudugu Muchu didn't have such thoughts. He just wanted to kill everyone, finish the work, and then return to his hometown to take away what belonged to him.
The three of them each have their own agenda.
Apparently no consensus could be reached.
Gu Muchu suggested, "First kill this kid in white who appears out of nowhere."
He was really angry. A roadblock appeared out of thin air. Not only did this ruin his good deeds, but it also made Su Shengyan and Bai Mochen retreat. So how to solve it next?
The more Gu Muchu thought about it, the angrier he became, and his whole body was filled with violent anger.
The white-haired immortal looked at the man with overwhelming evil spirits, Gu Mu Chu. This man could be considered a strange person. He was violent and unruly in his early years. Now that he is older, he is still violent and capable of doing anything.
What a pity for his talent and cultivation.
The white-haired god's indifferent eyes glanced over slightly, his disdain unconcealed.
Gu Muchu was completely angered, and he said, "Young man, I see that your cultivation is not low. If you don't want to be crushed, it's better not to act like a hero."
The white-haired god listened to the madman's lies, but he didn't react at all.
He only glanced over briefly.
Gu Mu Chu felt hairy again.
He didn't want to talk nonsense anymore and couldn't wait to rush over and kill them all with one move.
In an instant, a sweeping force swept across the sky.
Gu Mu Chu was so powerful that he thought he could kill this bumbling young man with one move.
Unexpectedly, the majestic momentum was completely annihilated beside Zhilan Yushu and the elegant white-haired man.
Yes, all the turbulent Tao and Dharma have solidified and become still.
It was as if some power came quietly and froze everything.
The momentum of the Mahayana, Tao Yun's front, whether it was the momentum or the front, were all silently shattered around this mysterious and unpredictable white-clothed immortal with unknown origins.
Even the surrounding vegetation suddenly stopped floating and dancing.
Even the breeze was frozen by his slight movement.
Bai Mochen said in surprise, "Who is he and why can he..."
Su Shengyan couldn't help but take a step back and said, "Not even the sect's sages can exert such power."
Gu Mu Chu was unwilling to give in. He said, "Let's take action. We must deal with him."
He ran for his life again.
This time the momentum was even more grand and magnificent.
Qi Qingyan and Ji Ningshuang were busy trying to protect themselves, and they put up a protective barrier for their grandma.
"There is no cure." The white-haired god said indifferently, and he gently tapped his slender white jade fingers.
Turning stone into gold, heaven and earth trembled. The Mahayana Taoist only wanted to kill him, and he attacked with all his might.
But before we got close, the surrounding area seemed to be covered in thousands of miles of ice, and the temperature suddenly turned cold.
Everything loses its vitality, and in an instant, or after a long, long time, the stream of light suddenly flickers again.
The light is like a thread, flowing gently, soft and gentle.
After that, Gu Mu Chu suddenly collapsed to the ground.