Not long ago, Beibang declared its independence. The Emperor of Shen ignored the objections of his ministers and appointed the chief elder of Hehuan Sect as the state advisor of Shen. After that, he personally went to the ancestral court of the three sects. Although he did not know what happened, he sat back and watched Beibang at first.
The three independent sects suddenly agreed to help the royal family suppress the rebellion, and the three sages came out together.
I thought this would be a battle without any suspense, but who would have expected that before the battle officially started, the great elder of the Hehuan Sect was killed with an arrow, leaving even his soul behind.
On the lotus platform, the faces of the three venerables were full of shock. Emperor Shen, who was driving the expedition in person, had his eyes wide open. He couldn't believe what he just saw.
He was as strong as a national teacher and just disappeared?
After a brief silence, a huge uproar broke out.
"The Imperial Guard, the Imperial Guard was shot?"
"What magic weapon is that?"
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
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The first to react were the three venerables. Although they did not say a word, a golden light appeared under their feet, riding on the lotus platform, and shot towards the distance.
That bow can kill the great elder of Hehuan Sect, and it can also kill them.
But some people don't want them to get their wish.
Zhou Zhong took a step forward, as if he had shrunk to an inch, and appeared in front of a venerable man. He said calmly: "You're already here, so don't leave in a hurry."
Just as another Venerable was about to escape, a powerful suction force suddenly erupted from behind him, sucking his body back. At the end of the suction force, there was a figure exuding demonic and corpse aura.
The last venerable man had no one to stop him and disappeared into the sky in an instant.
Li Mu was not in a hurry. If the monk could escape, he could not escape from the temple. Unless he left Shen State, Li Mu would find him sooner or later.
He lay in the Queen's arms, and the scene in his dream reappeared.
At this moment, he could use the mantra to restore his mana, but it was not necessary.
Zhou Wu knew that Li Mu could quickly restore his mana, but she pretended to have forgotten.
The two people hugged each other quietly, seemingly completely ignoring the anxious battle situation around them.
Although Zhou Zhong is powerful, he is not at the seventh level after all. With his unique magical power, it is already rare to be able to fight on par with a Buddhist venerable.
The opponent of that monster corpse was the seventh level who was equally powerful in body, but it failed to gain even half of the advantage.
When the national master was shot dead with a sword, the practitioners of the Shen Kingdom who followed him panicked. Now that even the venerable master has fled without a fight, what's the point of staying here? After regaining consciousness, they immediately
Running away in all directions.
But at this moment, a huge bell fell from the sky, covering all of them inside.
Countless people attacked the giant clock, but they could only make the clock tremble slightly.
The expression on the young Emperor Shen's face was already dull. This was just a personal expedition with no suspense about the outcome. He never expected that the powerful Imperial Master, together with the three venerables, would actually escape like this.
, the other two tried to escape, but they didn't.
The expression on Sang Gu's face was also dull. After the dullness, he was ecstatic.
If they can kill a powerful person like the elder of the Hehuan Sect with one arrow, they will be able to completely run amok in the Shen Kingdom from now on.
Li Mu looked calm and was not proud of such a victory.
His opponent has never been Shen Guo, nor the Demonic Hehuan Sect, but Xuanzong. If he can't even solve this trivial matter, how can he compete with the No. 1 sect in the world?
After being affectionate with the Queen for a while, Li Mu felt embarrassed to lie in her arms. He slapped his forehead and said, "I forgot, I can quickly recover my mana..."
He made a fingerprint and whispered the word "Ji" in his mouth.
Countless powers of heaven and earth poured in, and his mana quickly recovered to less than half. With the "Ji" formula, Li Mu only needed a short period of time to recover his mana before he could shoot arrow after arrow.
The power of the sun-shooting bow was stronger than he imagined.
The Great Elder of Hehuan Sect, a seventh-level warrior like Wanhuan Tianjun, was unable to resist the arrow he shot with all his strength. Although if they were ordinary sixth-level warriors, this arrow would have exhausted their mana and made them lose their ability.
Combat power, but in exchange for the fall of a high-level powerhouse, it is not a loss at all.
The demon corpse fighting against a venerable figure was already defeated. Li Mula drew his bow and input 10% of his mana, and an arrow condensed on the bow again, pointing at the venerable figure.
The Venerable Nirvana Master had already suppressed the demonic corpse. Suddenly, he felt a warning sign in his heart. He turned around suddenly and saw a golden arrow pointed at him.
The scene where the great elder of the Hehuan Sect was swallowed by the black hole lingered in his mind. This arrow could really threaten his life. The face of the Venerable Nirvana Sect changed, and then he could only raise his hands and put them flat on his chest to show surrender.
The young man did not shoot the arrow, which was giving him a chance to surrender.
Li Mu saw the elder monk making a gesture of surrender, with the tip of his arrow pointing at the other monk. Without much hesitation, the old monk made the same choice as the previous one.
Once the arrow of the sun-shooting bow was condensed, it could not be retrieved. Li Mu aimed it at the sky above his head, released his hand, and a golden light shot high into the sky, finally disappearing.
This time, four seventh-level practitioners from the Shen Kingdom came. One died, one escaped, and two were captured. The remaining practitioners in the Shen Defense Force did not pose any threat at all. They were trapped in the Dao Bell and were still attacking crazily.
With.
Li Mu ignored them for the time being, and when his magic power was exhausted, they would be honest.
He held the sun bow in his hand, looked at the two sages who had given up their resistance, and said calmly: "Hand over your soul blood."
Winner or loser, the two venerables never thought that there would be a time when they would hand over their soul blood. Facing masters of the same level, they still had the strength to fight, but that bow was so terrifying that it made people despair.
The great elder of the Hehuan Sect threatened them with the evil way. The three sects knew the terror of the evil way, so they had no choice but to intervene in Beibang's affairs. In the end, they ended up like this, and they couldn't blame others.
After a while, Li Mu put away two drops of soul blood and said to Zhou Zhong: "One of them ran away, take them with you."
The venerable Yan Zong ran away just now. Zhou Zhong took the demon corpse and the other two sages to the ancestral court of the Yan Zong. Li Mu was suspended in the air, carefully examining the bow in his hand. This bow gave him a great gift today.
Big surprise.
At the same time, deep in the South China Sea.
On the island shrouded in ghosts and fog, the sarcophagus on the top of the tower suddenly opened, and the skinny old man flew out of the coffin and said angrily: "Hehuan is dead!"
A young man in red robe who was meditating cross-legged in the tower opened his eyes. His eyes were blood red and he said in a deep voice: "Who is it that makes him unable to escape even his soul?"
The skinny old man said coldly: "I will go and see for myself."
He took a step forward and was already outside the tower.
Lifting his feet again, he appeared on the sea a hundred miles away.
Not long after, on the bank of the South China Sea, the space fluctuated, and the figure of a skinny old man emerged.
He just raised his feet, but failed to step out.
Not far ahead, on the beach, stood an old man.
The old man had a stooped figure, his face was covered with spots, and he had few hairs. He looked like he was dying, but the ghostly fire trembled in the hollow eyes of the third ancestor of the Demon Sect.
"Tianjizi..."
He looked at the old man and slowly spit out a few words from his throat.
The old man looked at him similarly and said, "Go back."
The third ancestor of the Demon Sect retracted the leg that he had already stepped out. He looked at the old man, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and said: "It doesn't matter if you can predict my movements. How can you, a mortal, spy on the secrets of heaven?"
If you frequently spy on things you shouldn't spy on, your lifespan will be limited for a few years..."
The old man said calmly: "At least until I die, you can't set foot in Zuzhou."
Facing this old rival from many years ago, the third ancestor of the Demon Sect looked gloomy and asked: "What have you been holding on to for so many years?"
The old man looked at him and asked: "It has been ten thousand years, and you have not hesitated to pass on the memory from generation to generation, harming the ancestral continent for thousands of years, and for what purpose?"
The expression of the third ancestor of the Demon Sect became extremely serious, and he said in a deep voice: "We are looking for a way out, looking for the door that was closed by your ancestors for their own selfish interests..."
The old man was silent for a moment and asked: "What if there is no way out behind the door, but a dead end?"
The third ancestor of the Demon Sect had a faint fire in his eyes, and said: "What is behind the door? You have to open that door to find out..."
