Even the three Tower Masters of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda couldn't save Zenelegance and the others.
This result was disastrous for the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda.
Li Mu's entire body was brimming with killing intent. He didn't even look at the scroll in his hand. Instead, he swept his gaze around and fixed his gaze on the shivering Soul-subduing Heavenly Venerable and Forheaven who were hiding among the experts of the Immortal-Subduing Pagoda.
These two were the masters of the East-Saint Continent's Demon-suppressing Pagoda.
They were the culprits who cruelly suppressed the demon cultivators.
They had also mercilessly oppressed Li Mu's group.
They were the root cause of the East-Saint Continent's turmoil.
"Come out and die!"
Li Mu shouted word by word.
Forheaven had long wanted to bury himself in a crack in the ground.
When Li Mu's group first appeared, he was still overjoyed and gloating. After all, showing off in front of the three leaders of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda was simply courting death.
For him, Li Mu's death was something to celebrate with songs and dances.
It was a joyous occasion to dispel the hatred in his heart.
But … what to say now?
The three leaders couldn't stop Li Mu, who was like a god of death.
Forheaven's shock was no less than Dongfang Yeren's.
However, the latter's shock was surprise.
As for his surprise, it was fear.
He was carefully retreating, but Li Mu stared at him.
The terror in his heart magnified and turned into madness and anger.
Forheaven shouted: "Mu Mu, you dare to defy the heavens like this? You will surely suffer the wrath of the heavens. Today, the three tower lords of our pagoda are here, don't even think about harming our people."
Li Mu looked at this majestic master of the Demon-suppressing Pagoda less than a year ago.
In Li Mu's eyes, this person was a great enemy.
But now, he was like an ant.
"Fool."
Li Mu sneered.
Whoosh!
The flying knife rose again.
The knife light flashed in the void and returned.
Forheaven's pupils constricted, then slowly dilated.
His body swayed.
Then, his head rolled off his neck.
Plop.
He fell to the ground, blood gushing out.
The pungent smell of blood permeated the air.
During the entire process, none of the three Pagoda Masters tried to stop him.
On the face of the pagoda master, Three Talents Taoist, there were traces of red and purple light constantly flowing and flickering. His Immortal Core was surging, and it was obvious that he was healing the sword wound on his chest.
The injury caused by Li Mu's broadsword was not easy to heal.
The slash seemed ordinary, but the power and laws contained within it were incredibly brilliant. No matter how hard he tried to activate his cultivation, his recovery speed was extremely slow. He would not be able to attack again within a short period of time.
As for the pagoda master, Daoist Duanyi, although he was not injured, he could not move.
The reason being that he was completely locked onto by a terrifying aura.
As soon as he made the slightest movement, there would be an earth-shattering power blasting towards him.
He stared at Hua Xiangrong.
The sense of threat this woman gave him was no less than Li Mu's.
From Hua Xiangrong, he sensed a kind of pressure that was not inferior to that of his senior brother, Daoist Yiyuan.
No matter how hard he scratched his head, he couldn't figure out why such a terrifying woman didn't have the slightest bit of reputation or deeds in the past.
An expert at the peak of the Celestial Sage Realm couldn't have suddenly appeared, could she?
At this moment, as one of the three magnates of the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda, Daoist Duanyi had no time to care about anything else. He could only maintain his undefeated state in the confrontation of aura. Save the others?
That was impossible.
As for Daoist Yiyuan?
He still maintained the posture of holding the sword with one hand and holding it diagonally across his chest.
He was motionless.
Li Mu looked at Soul-suppressing Celestial Master.
The founder of the Demon-subduing Pavilion was shivering.
He was an old monster who had lived for tens of thousands of years. In ordinary days, he could decide the life and death of others with a single word. In his long life, the number of creatures he had killed with his own hands or with his own will was too many to count. They were as many as the grains of sand in the Ganges River.
The ghosts of those demon cultivators who died in the dark back mountain of the Demon Prison Mountain were still roaring and wailing in hell.
Killing was a common thing for Soul-suppressing Celestial Master.
Even if someone close to him died in front of him, it would only cause a slight ripple in his heart.
But now, in the face of life and death, his Dao heart that he thought was unparalleled shattered instantly. He trembled in fear.
There was great terror between life and death.
Soul-suppressing Celestial Master finally understood the meaning of this sentence.
"Mu Mu, I … perhaps …"
Soul-suppressing Celestial Master's throat was dry. His trembling lips opened and closed. Even a single word or syllable was extremely difficult for him.
However —
Swoosh!
What responded to him was a saber radiance.
The radiance of a flying saber.
Then, without any suspense, he died.
The corpse fell.
Fresh blood spewed out, bringing with it a warm and pungent smell.
His Primordial Spirit was also destroyed in this saber.
The culprit who had single-handedly created the Demon-subduing Pavilion of the East Holy Continent and brought countless nightmares to the demon cultivators and ordinary immortals of the East Holy Continent had finally ended his bloody but righteous life.
Before dying, he had proved his cowardice.
He would also be afraid.
He would also beg.
He was even worse than those demon cultivators who had been tortured to death by him in prison.
Little Demon Ancestor and Shadow trembled with excitement when they saw the death of Forheaven and Soul-suppressing Celestial Master.
The blood debt of the demon cultivators had finally been paid.
Those demon cultivators who lingered on the road to hell and were unwilling to be reincarnated because of resentment could finally feel at ease.
Li Mu still held the saber in his hand. His eyes were like lightning as he looked at the other four experts in the side hall and said, "The Four Divine Masters, right? Come out and face your death. "
These four people were not only named on the scroll, but also the four experts who had descended the Sea of Thunder and Lightning to besiege the Siming Mountain Range and threaten the Cloud-devouring Great Sage.
He would settle old and new grudges together.
Li Mu came here today to kill and bleed.
"Let's fight him."
"Kill!"
"There are no weaklings in the Immortal-suppressing Pagoda."
"Set up the formation … Mu Mu, do you dare to let us set up the Battle Formation of the Four Divine Masters and have a fair fight with us?"
The Four Divine Masters knew that they would not be able to escape today.
Even a rabbit would bite when it was anxious.
Not to mention them.
Four streams of light flew up.
They landed in different positions around Li Mu.
They were going to set up a formation.
A battle formation was also a very powerful immortal combat skill.
However —
Swish! Swish!
Li Mu raised his saber and slashed four times.
The bodies of the Four Divine Masters were like straws under a sickle. They were dislocated from the middle and died the moment they fell to the ground.
"Set up a formation?"
Li Mu laughed.
"This is not a martial arts competition. Why are you so naive to want a fair fight?"
"Is there a hole in your brain?"
Cold air spread in the second large side hall like a stormy sea.
Every expert of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda was shivering.
What happened today was like an absurd and unruly nightmare.
The Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda, which was one of the seven major forces of Blessed Land of Immortals — even among the seven major forces, was one of the top forces. But just like that, in front of the three Tower Masters, it was blocked in the main hall, and with one slash, a dozen experts were killed consecutively.
Even if one was drunk, delirious, or sleep-talking, one would not dare to say that.
The face of the tower master, Trinity Taoist, was flushed red because of his injuries and anger.
He could not stand it anymore.
Just when the Trinity Daoist was about to make his move —
Puff!
Daoist Yi Yuan, who had been strangely silent all this while, suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of light purple blood.
"Senior?"
Trinity Taoist was stunned and exclaimed in disbelief.
The same shock exploded in the hearts of every expert of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda.
So the tower master did not attack just now because he was injured?
Was it because he was injured in the battle with Mu Mu's sword and blade? Was that why he couldn't fight?
A sense of despair, as if their beliefs had collapsed, grew uncontrollably in the hearts of the experts of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda.
The tower master!
The most powerful person in the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda.
He was defeated in the battle with Mu Mu.
He was suppressed.
He could only watch as the experts of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda were killed one by one by Mu Mu as if they were chickens. No, to be precise, they were slaughtered as if they were vegetables. After all, chickens could still struggle before they died, but Soul-suppressing Primogenitor and the other experts could not even struggle.
"Mu Mu!"
Yi Yuan, who finally spat out a mouthful of blood, held his sword and roared, "Who … Who are you?"
They had investigated this question not long ago.
But now, the results of the investigation were completely overturned in Yi Yuan's mind.
The descendant of the Sea Sect?
Impossible.
Even if the head of the Sea Sect came back to life, he could not have such cultivation and power.
Li Mu did not answer.
In fact, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill the leader of the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda.
But he also knew that it was impossible.
If Taoist Yiyuan was forced into a desperate situation, this giant would still burst out with unparalleled power. Taoist Yin-Yang and Taoist Trinity would also fly into a rage. At that time, although Li Mu was not afraid, it would be difficult for the people he wanted to protect to leave alive.
Now was not the time to really fight to the death.
It was enough to show that he had the strength to overturn the table.
Li Mu glanced at the people present, sneered, picked up his broadsword, and turned to leave.
There were still a few experts of the Dead House to kill.
He had to hurry.
"Want to leave?" Trinity Taoist said angrily, "What do you think the Immortal-Suppressing Pagoda is? You can come and go as you please?"
Li Mu stopped, turned to look at him, and said, "You want to keep me here?"
"Are you sure?"
Li Mu asked lightly, standing with his broadsword.
Trinity Taoist, who was originally furious, suddenly stopped. The power of the previous broadsword flashed in his mind, and his momentum instantly dropped. He did not know how to answer.
"Set up the formation, keep him here."
Daoist Yi Yuan shouted fiercely.
He patted his neck with a backhand.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Dozens of Taoist pattern flags that were invisible before flew up from the back of his head, turned into streams of light, and shot to different places in the side hall, instantly outlining the prototype of a terrible killing formation.
The three tower masters were going to join forces.
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