Just two simple words, heard in Mo Li's ears, were like the roar of thunder, and his reason was suddenly overwhelmed!
His whole body flew backwards uncontrollably!
Just like the moment of escape, the art of rainbow transformation was activated to the extreme, but in the blink of an eye, the person appeared in front of Nabo Xun.
"Um?"
Mo Li, who regained his senses immediately, saw the figure of the man in blood-clothed clothes in front of him, and his expression changed drastically.
What kind of magical power was this that actually confused his mind?
However, he had no intention of investigating in detail, so he activated his magic power again and tried to escape.
However, this time, as soon as the fire lit up on his body, a big hand had already grabbed his neck.
The blazing real sun fire on the three-legged golden crow had no effect at all in front of that big hand. It just strangled Mo Li's neck and blocked all the magic power in his body.
Mo Li's face turned red and he struggled desperately, but to no avail. The power coming from that hand was too powerful and vast. Compared with it, he was unable to resist at all!
"Little thing, it doesn't matter if you become a golden immortal, you are still just an ant."
Bo Xun had a smile on his lips, but his eyes became colder and colder. He said: "You have sent yourself here to seek death. I will see who can save you!"
Having said that, he will activate his magic power to crush Mo Li to death!
However, he suddenly found that he couldn't hold it anymore.
This little Golden Crow's neck seems to have turned into the hardest divine gold in the world, and it can't crush the opponent to death at all!
"Who, who dares to come to my blood sea and meddle in my business!"
Bo Xun instinctively looked in all directions, and his whole body suddenly burst into a violent murderous intention that would destroy the world.
Li Qiye is just a Golden Immortal. Even if he is about to condense the five qi in his chest, he is still just a Golden Immortal.
How could he be helpless for a mere golden immortal? Someone with great supernatural powers must have come to help!
"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"
An old but majestic voice rang out, and then a tall, thin old Taoist appeared silently in the sea of blood.
This old Taoist wore a black Taoist robe with mountains, rivers, sun and moon tattooed on it, a feather crown on his head, and a fly whisk in his hand. His brows and eyes were full of majesty, as if the whole world was surrendering at his feet.
Li Qiye looked at the old Taoist's appearance and couldn't help but froze. His mood immediately agitated. This familiar face, this familiar face...
When Bo Xun saw the person coming, he snorted coldly and said: "Who did I think it was, but I didn't expect it to be you, Zhenwu. If you don't practice in your Zhenwu temple to receive blessings, how could you go to the blood sea to take care of my business? Could it be that it's you?"
Are you tired of living?!"
When he said the last two words, the murderous intention in his body became stronger, and the whole sea of blood rolled up. The terrifying evil spirit and murderous intention covered an unknown distance, and swept towards the Zhenwu crazily!
Zhenwu, he is Emperor Zhenwu!
No, it’s impossible. How could he be the Zhenwu Emperor?!
Thoughts were rolling in Mo Li's heart, but the Taoist over there said with a smile: "This son has a certain affinity with me. I would like to ask my fellow Taoist to be noble, spare his life, and hand him over to me."
"Oh? Are we destined to you?"
Bo Xun said coldly: "But he still has a grudge against me, why should I leave it to you? Zhenwu, don't forget, the blood of my Asura clan is stained on your hands!"
Emperor Zhenwu, also known as the Nine-Tian Demon-dampening Heavenly Lord, is responsible for slaying demons and demons.
The Asura clan naturally belongs to the stream of demons. Heavenly Court cannot control how they wreak havoc in the sea of blood. However, if they run wild in other places and are caught by Emperor Zhenwu, how can they be spared?
"It's an old thing, why do you need to mention it again?"
The Taoist smiled faintly and said: "Please give me some face, fellow Taoist, I will be rewarded in the future."
"You are wishful thinking!"
Bo Xun's eyes widened and he said with murderous intent: "If you want me to hand over someone to you, you can. Unless you are better than me, you can stay here today!"
boom!
The entire blood sea suddenly boiled, and the boundless waves rolled and stirred one after another. As Bo Xun's thoughts turned, the blood in the blood sea suddenly condensed into countless weapons, each of which was lingering.
The murderous aura and ferocious anger that made Mo Li's heart palpitate suddenly hit Zhenwu!
Buzz buzz...
A burst of pure black divine light emitted from the Taoist's body, firmly protecting him.
There is nothing special about the black divine light, but even if billions of bloody weapons fall on it, it will not be damaged at all, just like water droplets falling into a river, quickly integrating into it.
"Beiming Youxuan Divine Light, I didn't expect you to have mastered this magical power!"
Bo Xun was surprised. This ray of divine light was condensed from the mysterious evil energy collected from the Beihai Spring. Only one ray is produced every ten thousand years. It is extremely precious. That is to say, Emperor Zhenwu rules the north. Another person would never be able to collect it.
Enough to refine it into divine light.
After this divine light is refined, it has a miraculous effect on protecting the body. Unless the mana and Taoism exceed the opponent's by too much, there is no other way to break it except the three-light divine water.
"Fellow Taoist, there is no need to fight, right?" the Taoist said.
"I can't help you in a head-to-head confrontation, but it's not that I can't deal with you. Go ahead!"
Bo Xun refused to admit defeat. Within his double pupils, he suddenly released two scarlet blood lights. The brilliance directly penetrated the mysterious divine light of Beiming and entered the Taoist's body!
boom!
Countless illusions emerged in the Taoist's sea of consciousness. There were witches posing, his Taoism improving, the three worlds surrendering to his feet, power, desire, cultivation, beauty...
There are all kinds of things, and they are all what all monks pursue in their lives.
The Asura clan practices in this sea of netherworld and blood, and naturally they are experts in such magical methods that mess with people's minds.
"Fellow Taoist, you may not underestimate me too much."
The Taoist shook his head and smiled, waved the whisk in his hand, and shouted loudly: "The Supreme Master has the heart to adapt to changes without stopping. Destroy evil!"
Dao rays of divine light emitted from his body, and the illusion in the sea of consciousness was shattered by his Taoist method, and the two bloody divine rays were annihilated.
Bo Xun groaned, his face turned pale, and his throat felt a little fishy and sweet.
The Dharma door was broken, and even though he was profound, he was not immune to some backlash.
"Well, you are such a true martial emperor. There is nothing I can do against you!"
Bo Xun said with an ugly face: "However, this is a sea of blood, and there is nothing you can do about me. What will happen if I don't return this little thing to you today?!"
He is not the only demon king in the Asura clan, there is also an ancestor sitting above him. No matter who it is, as long as they are in the sea of blood, they will not dare to act recklessly, even if the opponent is the Zhenwu Emperor!
"Fellow Taoist is right. In the sea of blood, for that person's sake, I really don't dare to kill fellow Taoist. But..."
The Taoist paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "What would you do if I sent people to guard all the external channels of your Asura Realm?"
"And if you leave the Asura Realm and I look for you again, do you think that person will save you from the sea of blood?"
"you……!"
When had Bo Xun been threatened like this? When he heard this, he was immediately furious!
But being angry was all he wanted, and for a moment, he really had no way to deal with the other party.
When he saw the mysterious light of Beiming, Bo Xun knew that he was no match for the other party, and this man was the Zhenwu Emperor of Heaven, with countless elite soldiers under his command. If troops were sent to guard the exits of the Asura Realm, they would really
no way!
"Okay, Emperor Zhenwu, I, the Asura clan, have taken note of this matter, and there will be a generous reward in the future!"
He suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his hand and threw it, and the three-legged golden crow transformed by Mo Li flew towards the Taoist. Then his figure flickered, turned into a ball of blood, and disappeared into the sea of blood in the netherworld.
"Cough cough cough..."
After being reborn in heaven, Mo Li transformed into a human form again, holding his throat and coughing lightly.
Nabo Xun had immeasurable supernatural power and Taoism that was beyond his comprehension. His big hand contained supreme power and almost strangled him to death.
Fortunately, I was finally rescued...
After the disaster, he should have been extremely happy and happy, but Mo Li suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the man, his eyes full of confusion and doubt.
He opened his lips, wanting to ask, but in the end no words came out.
Seeing this, the Taoist smiled and said: "Li'er, this is not the place to talk. Let's leave first and then talk."
He reached out and grabbed Mo Li's shoulder. With a flick of the whisk, a force of space surged. Then Mo Li felt that the world was spinning in front of his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he had already appeared on a high mountain.
The mountains are towering, green and green, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the little animals are running around, and there is a spiritual energy that is much richer than the lotus lantern world. It makes Li Qiye feel comfortable. This is the place where he should stay.
That sea of blood is really not suitable for him.
"Li'er, you're finally here, much faster than I thought."
The Taoist looked at Mo Li in front of him with a look of relief. He noticed that the other party's aura appeared in the sea of blood, and rushed over immediately. Finally, nothing happened.
"I know what you want to ask. I can tell you that your master is me, but I am not your master."
Seeing the doubtful look on Mo Li's face, the Taoist continued: "Your master was transformed into a thought of mine, and we met you by chance. This is also the fate between you and me."
This Zhenwu Emperor had exactly the same face as the Zhang Sanfeng that Mo Li was looking for, but his aura was completely different, so it was difficult for Mo Li to confirm it when he met!
After hearing this answer, Mo Li's face suddenly turned ugly. Zhang Sanfeng was actually transformed by the other party's thoughts. So what's wrong with him now?
"I often use a ray of thought to travel across the heavens and the world, experience all kinds of things in the world of mortals, and gain enlightenment through it. That's why there is Zhang Sanfeng, there are many legends about Emperor Zhenwu in the world, and there is also the fate between you and me. But a ray of thought
After all, it was just a thought. When Zhang Sanfeng ascended to the sky, he naturally returned to my body and became one with me, and all his experiences were just a dream to me."
"Since it's a dream, why do you pay attention to me?" Li Li asked the first words he met the Zhenwu Emperor.
"Of course you are special."
The Taoist said: "When you first became a disciple of Wudang, you were extremely special. Your talent was extraordinary and surpassed everyone else. But if you were so, I wouldn't have noticed you. Who knew you could break the shackles of the world and fly away."
Having said this, a hint of admiration flashed through the Taoist's eyes, and he said: "Everyone who breaks the shackles of the world has extremely huge potential on the path of cultivation. From then on, I will pay attention to you, and you will be on the other side."
You can perform extremely well in a small world, so I entrust you with a dream."
"Unexpectedly, you are even more outstanding than I imagined. In just over a thousand years, you have already cultivated into a Golden Immortal. In my Zhenwu Temple, no one can match you in terms of qualifications and potential."
Hearing this, Mo Li suddenly realized that he had had a dream before, and he had indeed dreamed of Zhang Sanfeng sitting on the throne, high and majestic, just like the Emperor of Heaven. Unexpectedly, it was really the Emperor of Heaven, and it was this great supernatural being in front of him.
Give yourself a dream!
"So, Your Majesty came to find me, does he want to accept me again?" Li Li asked.
"There is no need to start again, you are my disciple."
Emperor Zhenwu said: "Li'er, let's go back to the Zhenwu Temple. With your qualifications and devoted practice, it won't be long before you can break through the Taiyi Golden Immortal. In the future, Daluo Golden Immortal may not be hopeless."
Based on his Taoism, it is not difficult to see that Mo Li's current cultivation level has gone a long way in the Golden Immortal realm, and he is only a short distance away from condensing the five qi in his chest.
Once you condense the five qi in your chest, you can immediately achieve the Taiyi Golden Immortal Dao Fruit. There are not many gods and demons of this level even in his Zhenwu Temple, not to mention that his good disciple possesses the True Fire of the Sun.
Great magical power for body protection, invincible among his peers!
With just a thought, he could reincarnate in the lower world and experience the mortal world, and he could receive a disciple of Taiyi Golden Immortal. Emperor Zhenwu was naturally extremely satisfied.
"Master, is it really impossible to live again?" Mo Li still had a glimmer of hope.
Emperor Zhenwu knew that the master Mo Li was talking about was not him, so he patiently explained: "He has returned to his true form, and it is because I have differentiated a ray of thought, reincarnated, and experienced in the lower world. Different experiences lead to different growth.
In the end, it won’t be that Zhang Sanfeng.”
"I see."
Li Mo Li nodded, then knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Emperor Zhenwu.
"What are you..."
"This junior received your majesty's great kindness for saving my life. I have nothing to repay. I can only express my gratitude. If there is an opportunity in the future, I should repay it."
Emperor Zhenwu's face turned a little ugly, and he said: "Don't you want to call me Master?"
Mo Li lowered his head and his voice was calm without any fluctuation: "Since the master cannot be resurrected, then Mo Li will never have a master again."
Zhang Sanfeng was extremely special to him and could not be replaced by anyone.
Although the person in front of him is Emperor Zhenwu, what does it have to do with Mo Li?
Emperor Zhenwu stood on the spot, looked at Mo Li who was kneeling down, sighed deeply, and said: "Okay, I know you can't accept it for the moment. If you figure it out, you are welcome to come to Zhenwu Temple to find me at any time."
After that, he took a step forward and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a long sigh in the air.
Mo Li knelt there, motionless for a long time, then raised his head, his face wet with tears.