Killing intent swirled in Li Mu's eyes like a whirlpool.
"Stop and let him come back."
Li Mu uttered word by word.
Battle God Ye Kuanglang wasn't the slightest bit moved by Li Mu's offense. "No one has ever retreated from the Immortal Ancient Arena."
"I said, let him come back."
Li Mu spoke again.
An aura as cold as ice spread throughout the entire side hall.
His killing intent was as sharp as a blade as it closed in on Ye Kuanglang.
Ye Kuanglang slowly stood up and turned to stare at Li Mu. "Can I take it that you're threatening me?"
Li Mu didn't back down. "You don't need to understand. I'm threatening you."
A sharp aura flashed between Ye Kuanglang's brows. Then, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "There's no point in threatening me. The list of candidates is decided by the seven great powers. Once your name is written on the Immortal Ancient Scroll, you either enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield victorious or die on the stage. There's no other way out."
He pointed at himself. "Even I won't come back once I'm on the stage.
That's why I have no objections no matter how you threaten me. He can only rely on himself now. "
Ye Kuanglang concluded.
Li Mu stared at Ye Kuanglang with a gaze as sharp as a blade.
In the end, he turned to leave.
"You better pray that nothing happens to Wuyue."
Li Mu's voice made the temperature in the side hall seem to have plunged into a ten-thousand-year ice cave.
Ye Kuanglang looked at Li Mu's back with a glint in his eyes, but he didn't say anything else.
He was just a brute destined to die. There was no need to waste words on him.
On the stage.
Boom!
The battle had begun.
Wuyue's opponent was a middle-aged Taoist with a red face and three strands of beard. He wielded a pair of black and white yin and yang swords, and a black banner with the face of a ghost floated above his head. It exuded a terrifying demonic aura. It was obvious that a terrifying demon was imprisoned within the banner.
Wuyue was at a disadvantage from the start.
He dodged left and right, but his opponent paled in comparison.
Wuyue used to practice swords, then sabers.
Left saber and right sword.
In terms of weapons, both sides used two-handed weapons.
However, the red-faced middle-aged Daoist had the help of the long black banner. He activated the incantation technique, and a mass of inky black mist rushed out. It landed on the ground and turned into a ferocious ancient beast. It was more than four meters tall, like a lion. It breathed in and out poisonous mist and directly rushed over.
"This Divine Ability is like cheating."
"Two against one."
"That Immortal Wu Yue is finished."
"What an unlucky fellow."
Different voices rang out from different side halls.
Victory and defeat seemed to have been decided in that instant.
In the arena.
"Yingying, sorry."
"I can't disappoint Sir. Even if it's a battle like this … even if I die in battle, Sir will definitely take good care of you and your son."
As Wu Yue thought about it, his fighting spirit rose.
He had arrived at Myriad Immortals Blessed Land about ten days ago.
The person who brought him here was someone from the Temple of Gods.
They told him that Li Mu needed help in the arena battle in Myriad Immortals Blessed Land.
That was why Wu Yue left his newborn son and wife behind and came to the most powerful place in the immortal world. Although the attributes of Myriad Immortals Blessed Land and the various cultivation secret realms tempted him, what really made him move forward without regret was that he could serve Li Mu.
Even if the Immortals of the Divine Palaces had clearly told him that once he ascended such an arena, he would either enter the Immortal Ancient Battlefield and never return, or die in battle on the arena, he was still fearless.
After being 'nurtured' by the Temple of Gods, his cultivation level quickly rose to the peak of the Immortal Lord Stage.
"This is probably my last chance to serve Sir."
Wu Yue's heart skipped a beat as he fought.
Boom!
He was sent flying.
He landed on the ground, his feet leaving a shallow mark on the ground.
He crossed his sword and saber in front of his chest.
"If that's the case, what's there to hesitate about?"
He smiled.
Boom!
Resplendent flames suddenly erupted from his body without any warning.
It was a powerful and majestic power.
The shadow of the sword and saber appeared in front of his chest. It was a few hundred meters long.
"One saber can travel thirty thousand miles, one sword can freeze three thousand residences … Unparalleled saber and sword!"
Wu Yue let out his own roar for the first time in the arena that everyone was watching.
Swoosh!
The saber and sword slashed out.
Streams of light shot out, dazzling and dazzling. In that instant, the splendor covered the radiance of the sun and moon.
Sizzle!
The saber and sword destroyed the ink-colored beast and set it on fire.
"Roar … Argh …"
The primordial beast roared and let out a miserable shriek. The black mist drifted away like ashes.
"What?"
The red-faced middle-aged Taoist was shocked.
His ghost banner was intangible, but it was destroyed by the saber and sword?
But before he could react, the saber and sword flashed in front of him again.
Pfft!
A red-faced head flew into the sky.
The corpse's neck was like a fountain, spurting out arrows of blood that were at least six to seven meters long.
Light and shadow intertwined.
Wu Yue stopped ten meters behind the red-faced middle-aged Taoist.
"What?"
"What's going on … That … What kind of immortal combat skill was that?"
"The light of the saber and sword is terrible."
The experts in the side halls, who were sure that Wu Yue would die, were all shocked at this moment.
It was unbelievable.
The outcome was reversed in an instant.
Life and death were reversed in an instant.
The nervous expression on Li Mu's face finally relaxed.
However, his expression soon turned into one of doubt.
"What kind of immortal combat skill is that?"
"It's not the Cultivation Method I taught Wu Yue."
Even Li Mu was dazzled by the power of the clash between the broadsword and the sword.
That was definitely a hard move to resist.
Unless it was a complete suppression of the realm.
However, with Wu Yue's cultivation, he must have paid a great price to activate this move to kill the red-faced middle-aged Taoist who was more powerful than him.
Li Mu's eyes were fixed on Wu Yue.
Sure enough, he found that Wu Yue's face was abnormally pale.
The next moment, the silver flowing light fell, grabbed Wu Yue, and led him to the waiting area in the distance.
As the voices of two powerful experts echoed out, another battle began in the Immortal Ancient arena.
Li Mu didn't know these two experts. They were both in the Immortal Emperor Realm.
The battle lasted about an hour. A purple-robed sword immortal who represented the Immortal-suppressing Pavilion won. After paying the price of losing an arm, he killed an immortal representing the All Gods Palace and successfully entered the waiting area.
At this time, everyone's hearts were in their mouths again.
In the first two of the three battles in the second round, the Immortal-suppressing Pavilion and the All Gods Palace won one and lost one, which meant that the third battle was of great significance.
Li Mu was also a little nervous.
He was worried about Wu Yue.
If the Shrine of Gods lost the third round, Wuyue's fate would be death.
Swoosh!
The Immortal Ancient Scroll soon revealed the true faces of the two experts in the third round.
Li Mu was no stranger to these two people.
The one representing the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda was Black Sun the Immortal. He had participated in the killing of the Demon Emperor of the Demon Cultivator Alliance. Now his cultivation had been forcibly raised to the peak of the Immortal Emperor Realm, and he was about to step into the Sage Realm.
The one representing the All Gods Palace was Nine-tailed King, the mainstay of the Demon Cultivator Alliance.
Li Mu frowned slightly.
Then, he heard the roar of the Little Demon Ancestor, "What's going on? Senior Nine-tailed … Why is he in the arena?"
Obviously, the Little Demon Ancestor didn't know about this matter.
Ye Kuanglang, the God of War, sat in front, motionless, and had no intention of explaining.
The Little Demon Ancestor looked very bad.
His tone was not polite.
But obviously, in Ye Kuanglang's mind, he was far less important than Li Mu, so he didn't bother to explain.
Boom!
As the blue barrier on the arena disappeared, the Nine-tailed King and the Black Sun the Immortal started fighting.
The two of them could be said to be enemies. During the battle of Siming Mountain Range, Black Sun Immortal Venerable had killed countless demonic cultivators. As a member of the demonic cultivators, Nine-tailed King had already wanted to eat Black Sun Immortal Venerable alive that day. Today, the two of them met and their eyes were filled with hatred, they started the most tragic massacre.
The nine fox tails were like nine pythons, winding and twisting as they charged towards the Black Sun the Immortal.
The Black Sun the Immortal immediately used a divine ability. A black sun floated in the void, and the sunlight protected him. It had an indestructible aura, and firmly resisted the fox tails.
"Screech!"
Nine-tail Monarch revealed her true form, she turned into a huge green nine-tailed fox that occupied almost the entire stage. She used her claws and fangs to coordinate with her tail as she attacked Black Sun Immortal Venerable in a frenzy.
He opened his mouth and directly swallowed the black sun into his mouth.
"Haha, evil creature, you're courting death."
The Black Sun the Immortal laughed and used a divine ability.
"Ah …"
The Nine-tailed King's intestines were pierced, and the black sun, stained with blood, shot out from his abdomen.
The huge demon fox body shrank rapidly.
In the end, he turned into a human form and stood unsteadily on the arena, with a bloody hole in his abdomen. His face was pale, and his aura was declining rapidly. He gritted his teeth and looked at the Black Sun the Immortal, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. In the end, without saying a word, he fell to the ground and died.
Victory and defeat were decided in an incredibly short period of time.
Li Mu's face suddenly turned gloomy.
What he was most worried about had happened.
The Shrine of All Gods lost the third battle.
It meant that in the final round of the three battles, Wu Yue would have to fight against the Purple Robe Sword Immortal and the Black Sun the Immortal. Either one of them, even the Purple Robe Sword Immortal with a broken arm, was not someone that Wu Yue could resist.
Because there was a big gap between them.
Li Mu really could not think of a way for Wu Yue to survive.
The anxiety and roar in his heart were almost about to explode in an instant.
If Wu Yue's battle could be explained as a coincidence, then the appearance of the Nine-tailed King made Li Mu deeply understand that this was definitely a conspiracy of the Shrine of All Gods, a scheme.
Li Mu was sure that Dongfang Yeren did not know about this.
Otherwise, Dongfang Yeren would have explained in the Peach Garden Meeting.
Li Mu's eyes fell on the arena.
"What should I do?
"How can I save Wu Yue?
"There is still one more chapter, and it may be late. Let's go to bed early and watch tomorrow morning."
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