"I can still feel his breath, as if he is still alive."
"This Li Qianmo... is too powerful. Why has he become so powerful now?"
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The monks watching all around were whispering to each other, shocked and amazed by Li Qianmo's power, and the whole place was filled with noise.
The statue of Li Qianmo raised his feet, leaving a huge footprint on the beach, like a huge pit. Guo Ao was lying in the middle of the footprints, sunk in the fine sand, with blood in his mouth gurgling like boiling water.
Flow outward.
"Senior Brother Guo!"
"Brother, how are you..."
A dozen or so Kunlun sect members hurriedly surrounded him with shouts, dug him out of the sand, stuffed pills into his mouth, and five or six people worked together to give him Qi.
"You...you are cruel..." Guo Ao's face turned a little red after receiving the energy from several junior brothers, and he looked at Li Qianmo with resentment.
"I'm naturally ruthless." Li Qianmo glanced at the people not far away and said coldly, "I know that there are many people who are interested in my treasure. Guo Ao is just the first one, and the others have not yet stood up.
I'm just coming out. I'll put my words here today. Please listen to me. I, Li Qianmo, am not a piece of dough that can be kneaded by others. Whoever dares to embarrass me again, I dare not say that your whole family will die, but the end will definitely happen.
Worse than Guo Ao!"
"If you can get a treasure by being beaten like this, then I will definitely be willing." Someone in the crowd whispered.
Although the man spoke softly, Li Qianmo heard him. He raised the corner of his mouth and said with a cruel smile: "Some people seem to think Guo Ao is not miserable enough. In fact, I think so too."
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, and a ray of silver light suddenly came out.
"Ah..." Guo Ao suddenly let out a shrill scream. Everyone was shocked and found that his legs had been cut off at the ankles and blood was flowing out.
There was a burst of exclamation from the crowd.
The disciples of the Kunlun Sect were in chaos, shouting and trying to stop Guo Ao's bleeding and heal his injuries. Four other Kunlun disciples rushed forward with their magic weapons, and surrounded Li Qianmo in anger.
A disciple with a square face shouted angrily: "Li Qianmo, you thief, you have already won the victory, why do you still want to chop off my senior brother's feet? If you don't leave your feet today, you can't even think of leaving here!"
Li Qianmo snorted coldly and said calmly: "It's ridiculous. Guo Ao and I made a war agreement ten days ago and won a lottery. If anyone loses, let the other party do whatever he wants. Since he loses, then it's up to me.
Do it as you like, I'm just cutting off his feet now, not his life yet, you should thank me."
"You..." The square-faced disciple was furious when he heard this. He wanted to refute but was speechless. He glared at him angrily, feeling extremely aggrieved.
"What are you doing here, get out of here!" Li Qianmo suddenly shouted angrily at these Kunlun flutes.
"Roar!" As soon as he finished speaking, his Dharma image bent down and roared at the four disciples. The tide rolled in like a sea wave. The four disciples used their defensive powers to resist, but to no avail, and were swept away.
Go out and fall directly into the crowd.
The group of monks on the shore were all stunned, and only heard someone sigh: "Oh, let this kid grow up, and our small sect has no chance, so we should go home and practice hard."
"yes……"
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After Li Qianmo finished showing off his power, he put away the Dharma photo and flew directly back to his residence from the sea. When everyone saw that the excitement was gone, they dispersed like birds and beasts.
That night, Hang Yuzhou came to the compound where everyone in Chunyang Palace lived and said goodbye to them. It turned out that the demon of the East China Sea had been eliminated, and only a few disciples were left to garrison. As the leader of the Tiandao League, he must return to Shushan to resume his duties. Others
Some Shushan disciples went back to Hang Yuzhou...
Early the next morning, they saw off Hang Yuzhou and Dan Chenzi. After seeing them off, Feng Yuanshan said: "Let's all go back and clean up, and return to Chunyang Palace this afternoon."
"So urgent!" Gu Canghai said in surprise.
Feng Yuanshan smiled: "Are you in a hurry? I've been here for more than ten days. It's better to go back quickly, lest anyone come to trouble Li Qianmo again."
"That's right." The other four Chunyang Five Sons nodded in agreement.
Li Qianmo smiled calmly and said: "Can we finally go back to Chunyang? I haven't seen Chu Chu for more than a year. I don't know if she is doing well."
Bai Mu shouted happily: "Haha, I can finally go back to Huashan. The deer in Huashan are so fat and the meat is so delicious. Oh my, my mouth is watering when I talk about this." As expected, the corners of his mouth were watering as he spoke.
It's Harazi.
Everyone laughed at him.
The atmosphere was harmonious, but suddenly the sky became dense with clouds, forming swirling black clouds over Liubo Mountain. They were so dark and scary.
Li Qianmo raised his head and looked at the sky. The Emperor's Qi Reading Technique was operating at its peak, but he couldn't see any clues. He couldn't help but frown and said: "This is not raining weather. It seems that there is an attack from a master."
"Set up the formation!" Feng Yuanshan suddenly shouted coldly, and the figures of Chunyang's five sons suddenly shuttled. In just an instant, the five of them were distributed in five wonderful directions.
Feng Yuanshan looked up at the sky and said solemnly: "Everyone, please be careful, it is very likely that the master of the devil is coming."
Upon hearing this, Li Qianmo immediately untied the Seven Star Long Yuan from his back and threw it to Feng Yuanshan, saying loudly: "Uncle Feng, this sword cannot exert its power in my hands, you can hold it."
Feng Yuanshan took the divine sword smoothly and pressed his hand on the hilt to be on guard.
There was silence all around, and only the sound of the tide could be heard. Li Qianmo's heart suddenly jumped, and he felt a strong crisis through the Emperor's Qi Reading Technique. He immediately shouted loudly: "Here we come, up there!"
The five Chunyang disciples raised their heads one after another, with white eyes holding the bell in their right hand and the cauldron in their left hand, staring at the black clouds in the sky with electric eyes.
Very suddenly, a huge hand suddenly stretched out from the whirlpool of dark clouds, emitting cyan light, and grabbed them. The hand was so big that one finger was bigger than three or four of them.
This hand came so quickly and arrived in just a moment.
"Up!" Feng Yuanshan suddenly shouted, and the Five Elements Sword Formation was activated. The five people continued to change their positions and attack the giant hand, flashing out colorful lights, which was extremely wonderful.
"Huh!" An old cold snort came from the dark clouds, and the giant hand suddenly changed its movements, like picking up an orchid, and flicked its fingers. The five Chunyang sons were immediately thrown away, and they all fell to the ground, vomiting blood.
, the true energy in the body was so chaotic that it could not be mobilized for a while.
That huge palm defeated the Five Chunyang Sons with one blow and captured Li Qianmo.
"Don't hurt my brother!" Bai Mu carried the big bell and the giant cauldron, yelled and rushed forward. He raised the big bell and smashed it against the big hand with a fierce look.
"Huh!" Another cold snort came from the clouds.
The huge palm suddenly twirled and its five fingers turned, Bai Mu and the big bell were ejected hundreds of feet away, and were placed on a small mountain peak. With a loud bang, the mountain collapsed, burying Bai Mu underneath.
Yu Jianqiu stood in front of Li Qianmo with a crystal sword in his hand, looking at the giant hand solemnly, his aura rising to the limit.
The giant hand suddenly raised and pressed down with his index finger. Yu Jianqiu felt a huge force coming down from the sky, like Mount Tai pressing down on the top. He was unable to resist it. With a plop, he knelt down and lowered himself, spitting out a mouthful of hot blood.
Li Qianmo was horrified when he saw this. He knew that the person's cultivation level was too high and he couldn't resist it with his own cultivation level. He frowned and said loudly: "Who is your Excellency? Please tell me your name!"
"You don't deserve to know." A proud voice came from the clouds. He stretched out his big hand, took Li Qianmo into his palm, and retracted into the clouds.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and gravel flew in the distance. Bai Mu broke away from the rock and jumped out, just in time to see the giant hand retracting into the clouds.
"F*ck! Don't leave!" Bai Mu shouted angrily, flying toward the rotating black clouds in the sky with claws and teeth, and rushed into the clouds in just two breaths. He saw nothing but chaos in the dark clouds, unable to see anything.
, he couldn't even develop his spiritual consciousness, which shows how powerful the other party is.
After a while, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed. I looked around and found that the surroundings were empty and there was not a single person in sight.
"Bai Mu, come down quickly!" Feng Yuanshan's voice came from below.
When Bai Mu heard the sound, he rushed down and said urgently: "What are you asking me to do? I'm going to find Mr. Li."
Feng Yuanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, frowned and said: "The matter is serious, do you know who that person was just now!"
"Who is it?" Bai Mu asked anxiously.
Feng Yuanshan frowned and frowned, sighing: "If my guess is correct, it should be Wanxianliu, the head of the Five Elements Sect."
He smacked his eyes and said, "Why is this so bloody?"
"Of course he's awesome." Feng Yuanshan said with a sad look on his face, "His cultivation reached the seventh minor realm of the fourth level of Hedao five hundred years ago. It should be even more powerful now. It's no wonder that we can even take one of his moves.
Can’t live.”
"Ah, he, he, turned out to be a real master. I didn't lose unfairly!" Bai Mu shouted with his eyes wide open.
In the Chunyang Palace of Huashan Mountain, there is a huge rock on the Lunjian Peak, which goes straight up and down, more than ten feet high, and looks like a big sword.
Because the mountain is too high, Lunjian Peak is covered with snow all year round. The Lunjian Stone stands out in the vast white snow.
It was snowing heavily at this time, and goose-feather-like snowflakes were flying in the cold wind, but there was a person standing on the top of the tall sword-discussing stone, and it turned out to be Zhenren Daoxu.
Master Daoxu put his hands behind his back and faced the east. His beard and hair were blowing in the wind, and his gray-white Taoist robe was bulged straight by the wind and snow.
He stared at the east in trance, and suddenly his eyes narrowed, and a cold light appeared. After a moment, he snorted coldly: "Wanxianliu, you stretched your hand too long."