The opponent's sudden "takeoff" shocked Li Mu. Although he had seen too many "super-class" monks after traveling to the fairy world, he never thought that just a White Horse disciple could defeat the talents of the powerful in the Infinite Realm.
Rules of flying in the air.
"I'm just a country bumpkin. This earth-level magic weapon is my destiny. I can use the trajectory written on it to achieve short-term flight. This bumpkin from the Cangyun Empire must have been dumbfounded. I blame myself for being blind."
Seeing Li Mu's lack of reaction, the White Horse disciples instinctively thought that their tricks were too fantastical and beyond the opponent's cognitive scope, which resulted in the dumbfounded reaction.
In just a split second, the young man with a high crown had already leapt to the top of Li Mu's head, and then the earth-level divine weapon burst out with a burst of dazzling light, completely surrounding the figure of the White Horse Cult disciple.
The mysterious power made his figure almost invisible, and then a continuous stream of energy ink beads fell from the sky, shooting towards Li Mu as if he had eyes.
"Wow, this attack can actually track and strike. Is it really just an earth-level magic weapon? Why does it feel even more amazing than the legendary heaven-level magic weapon?"
Li Mu stepped lightly and made a beautiful roll to avoid Mo Zhu's attack, but found that his opponent's move completely locked him. No matter how he turned and moved, the astonishing Mo Zhu always followed him.
"Well, with my current strength, there is indeed a gap between me and these proud men of heaven, but this time the inheritance of the Fuxi clan is of great importance, and I must get it no matter what. It seems that I can only 'cheat' appropriately.
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Mo Zhu was right in front of him. If he was hit by it head-on, even with Li Mu's current immortal body strength, he would definitely end up seriously injured. After quickly judging the current situation, he could only choose to show his trump card.
The White Horse Cult disciples in the air saw that Li Mu was no longer dodging, thinking that this stubborn monk from the Cangyun Empire had finally given up struggling, and couldn't help but reveal a cruel smile on their faces, waiting for the next moment to be shattered by the ink beads.
But unexpectedly, a black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes. The shadow was not big, but the aura that came with it instantly frightened the disciples of the White Horse Sect.
It was a prehistoric aura that would make even the soul tremble. Although it only appeared for a moment, it was enough to suppress the high-crested young man who was constantly flying in the air back to the ground.
"This is...a monkey?"
The frightened White Horse Cult disciple immediately turned his attention to the mysterious black shadow after landing, but only saw a normal-sized golden monkey scratching his ears and cheeks at him.
The little monkey had blocked all the ink beads that seemed to refuse to hit Li Mu before. What made the White Horse Cult disciples couldn't believe it the most was that the extremely powerful ink beads landed on the little monkey's chest.
Not even a trace was left behind.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey."
That's right, the golden monkey who was winking at Li Mu and babbling about how he was about to be suffocated and why he was let out was none other than Xiaopi, who received guidance from Lan Wanyao after the battle to defend Qinglan City.
"You skinny monkey, you have good food and drink in the simulated space, and you don't have to work. What else are you dissatisfied with, and you still come to complain to me, okay, okay, then you are out now, this sissy
'I'll leave it to you."
Faced with Xiaopi's tearful accusation, Li Mu couldn't help but roll his eyes. After all, even when he was the busiest in his cultivation, he never forgot to send large amounts of food to the little monkey on a regular basis.
Not only was this guy ungrateful, he actually jumped on his shoulders, blew his nose, stared, and yelled blindly. It was simply outrageous, and he had no sense of being a battle pet.
Seeing that his opponent who should have fallen to the ground suddenly started to argue with a monkey, the disciple of the White Horse Sect suddenly felt that he had received a great shame and humiliation, but he was not sure about the source of the previous terrifying aura, so he just stood there for a while.
So in this race against time, an extremely strange scene occurred in the tropical rainforest. A genius monk, holding an earth-level magic weapon, watched helplessly as his opponent, who was obviously inferior to him in cultivation, quarreled with a monkey of unknown origin.
"Okay, okay, I can't defeat you. You win this fight first. After we get out, I can buy you a hundred meat buns from Tianlong Restaurant."
After a heated exchange of words, Li Mu was defeated in the end. After promising compensation, the little monkey was satisfied and turned his attention to the White Horse Cult disciples who were still in a dilemma.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey."
I saw Xiaopi stretching out a small paw and making a "come here" gesture to the tall-crowned young man holding an earth-level magic weapon.
That contemptuous look and those exaggerated words can be translated into two words in human language: "Suffer death."
The disciples of the White Horse Sect couldn't stand this kind of insult, and a rush of blood rushed to their foreheads. The brush in the book shined brightly again, and drew seven or eight strokes in the air, heading towards Xiaopi.
And today's little monkey is much more powerful than it was during the defense battle of Qinglan City. Not only can it control the size of its body at will, but its use of power has also become more sophisticated.
Faced with a gesture attack that could instantly kill the warriors of the Mobei Tribe, the little monkey acted calmly. First it easily jumped into the air, and then a pair of small claws continued to poke out at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye.
Every time the claws are released, they can accurately hit the weak point in the stroke, and then the indestructible attack will instantly collapse. The ease and ease of the process, and the appalling results are far beyond the cognition of the White Horse Cult disciples and Li Mu.
"This skinned monkey is getting more and more powerful. I guess even if I use all my tricks now, I won't be its opponent. No, it seems I have to increase the amount of food."
Li Mu's heart at this time can definitely be described as overjoyed. Although Xiaopi is the bloodline of the mythical beast Zhu Yan, along the way, he has met more than one or two monsters that are related to the ancient mythical beasts.
In the end, I only established a deep relationship with this picked-up leather monkey. Not to mention anything else, I have saved lives countless times. In this conversion, the food expenses are really nothing.
Seeing that his attacks were completely ineffective, the disciples of the White Horse Sect suddenly became serious and realized that the playful little monkey in front of them was definitely not simple.
After taking a deep breath, he threw out the brush in his hand without hesitation, and stepped on the ink to fly into the air, hoping to use the previous move to end the battle.
"Huh? Is it still this trick? Xiaopi has obviously already received those ink beads. Did this 'sissy' forget it? No, it's different. It's so powerful."
Soon Li Mu discovered the difference in the moves made by the White Horse Cult disciples this time. Every time he flew along the handwriting, he would continue to gain a layer of power. With the accumulation of continuous flying, he gathered more and more powerful power into the brush.
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And just when Li Mu wanted to remind Xiaopi, the little monkey patted the White Horse disciple flying in the air.
"boom"
The sudden appearance of the palm print of the void hit the high-crested young man who was about to complete his momentum, and the huge force as heavy as a mountain directly swatted him from the air like a fly.
Then the little monkey jumped up high and stepped on the dying White Horse disciple who was embedded in the ground. Huge footprints that were a hundred times larger than his body suddenly appeared, and the arrogant opponent died.
"Oh my god, you are so cruel, Xiaopi, I would like to call you the God of War."