In addition to the corpses that littered the ground, there were also four huge furnaces in the depths of the cellar. There were warriors wearing special armor, and all of the corpses were moved into the furnaces, where they were burned and turned into ashes.
This was a place to store corpses and erase all traces.
Li Mu's heart skipped a beat.
"Oh no, Qiu Yi is probably dead."
He activated the Finding Incantation, guided by his hair, and finally came to a pair of corpses.
The hair sank into the corpses and disappeared in an instant.
Xia Ju also guessed something. Her face suddenly turned pale, and tears rolled down her cheeks silently.
Li Mu gritted his teeth and turned over the pile of corpses.
At the bottom of the pile of corpses, a girl in a light green servant dress was lying in a pool of blood, without any breath. Her hair stayed on the body, and blood was flowing out of it. Li Mu turned over the corpse. It was an ordinary-looking girl with fair skin. Her eyes were closed, and her hair, stained with blood and mud, drooped weakly in front of her forehead …
It was Qiu Yi.
Li Mu recognized her at a glance.
In the information Zheng Cunjian gave him, there was a portrait of Qiu Yi.
Qiu Yi died miserably.
Her body was covered with sword marks, all of which had been inflicted by an extremely fast swordsmanship. Countless sword marks had been left on her body, but none of them were fatal. In this situation, it was clear that someone was using a living person to practice their swordsmanship. Only the last sword strike, which had split into three paths, piercing the vital spots between the eyebrows, the throat, and the heart, had taken her life.
Because of pain and fear, Qiu Yi's face was somewhat distorted and stiff.
It could be imagined what kind of abuse this poor girl had suffered when she was alive.
It was simply a torture to death.
"No, Sister Qiu Yi …" Xia Ju couldn't help crying out.
Li Mu's eyes began to turn red.
He clenched his fists.
"Heaven Sword Martial Club …" He had an impulse to destroy everything in front of him.
At this time, the warriors who were burning the corpses dozens of meters away heard Xia Ju's cry and finally realized that someone had broken in, so they immediately became alert.
"Who is it?"
"Intruder?"
"Damn it, someone actually broke in here. What are the guards outside doing?"
"Catch him. Don't let him run away."
Dozens of warriors, who had been burning the corpses, waved the iron hooks that were used to drag the corpses and charged at them.
Li Mu jerked his head back, his eyes bursting with killing intent.
"Dao Technique: Tornado Tornado!"
A tornado burst forth from his palm, howling like a dragon. The entire cellar was filled with a strong gust of wind. A visible green wind dragon whizzed out with a faint dragon roar. In an instant, it swept up the dozens of executioners who were burning the corpses and sent them into the huge furnace that was burning with raging coals.
Immediately, ghostly wails and wolf howls rang out.
More than a dozen men on fire rushed out of the furnace, howling.
The scream alerted the guards patrolling the labyrinth outside.
Footsteps could be heard as a large number of warriors rushed towards the cellar.
"Young Master …" Xia Ju was immediately alarmed and looked at Li Mu. Although she was deeply grieved by Qiu Yi's tragic death, she was more worried about Li Mu's safety. If their traces were exposed in this underground maze, what should they do if there was any danger?
Li Mu said, "It doesn't matter. I said I would take Sister Qiu Yi home, so I will."
He had already made up his mind.
Xia Ju thought that Li Mu was going to take Qiu Yi's body back. But soon, her eyes widened and she covered her mouth in disbelief.
"The Death Gate of the netherworld is open, and the heavens send good news. My three souls and seven spirits, if you hear my voice, come to your body. The Way of Heaven is one, and the Way of Heaven is sentimental. Today, I invite my old friend, and the Black and White Impermanence return empty-handed … Souls, come back."
Li Mu bit his index finger and used it as a pen. Then, he began to draw in the void.
Strangely, the air was like a piece of white paper. When the blood was smeared on it, it did not fall or disperse. Instead, it formed a bright red mark. In the twinkling of an eye, a complicated and profound talisman pattern was drawn.
The moment the talisman pattern was formed, a kind of extremely bizarre power rippled in the void like ripples. A faint black door emerged in the middle of the pile of corpses. Inside the door, all kinds of shadows appeared, as if ghosts had shown up.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on Li Mu's forehead.
The Soul-summoning Spell.
That was a kind of spell that the old faker had taught him. It consumed a lot of spiritual force, but it could forcibly capture the souls of the people who had just died. Although it could not bring the dead back to life, it could preserve their three souls and seven spirits and give them a slim chance of survival. In the future, if there was a lucky chance or a powerful figure who could change the fate of the dead, it was not impossible for the dead to come back to life.
Of course, that was too heaven-defying, so he had to bear some karma.
Therefore, the old faker once said that he had to be cautious when using the Soul-summoning Spell.
At that time, a large number of Red-flame Warriors had already poured in from the entrance of the cellar and were charging at Li Mu.
Li Mu did not even look at them. He threw a backhand punch.
The fist aura turned into a huge fist print, which rumbled out and directly smashed the Red-flame Warriors into pieces. The horrible fist power directly smashed the entrance of the cellar. The remaining power did not diminish. It directly blasted a hole with a diameter of four or five meters and a length of hundreds of meters, penetrating more than half of the underground maze. In an instant, more than half of the Red-flame Warriors that had swarmed in disappeared, turning into blood mist and dust.
Today, Li Mu had already practiced Taoist magic arts and martial arts at the same time. When his physical strength burst out, it was like a flood.
Outside the cellar, it was a little quieter.
The blood-red color of the Soul-summoning Spell in front of him gradually faded. In the black door in the pile of corpses, there were countless ghost-like shadows flashing. But there seemed to be a force that was blocking them in the door, making them unable to break free.
That was not enough.
Recalling what the old faker had told him, Li Mu made up his mind. He directly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood essence on the Soul-summoning Spell in the void.
"With my blood, I lead the way for you … Qiu Yi, why don't you come back?"
Li Mu bellowed.
The Soul-summoning Spell morphed into a jet of light and shot directly into the black door.
In an instant, the inside of the door frame rippled, and a shadow broke free from it and slowly floated to the front of Li Mu and Xia Ju. The shadow rippled and slowly turned into a human figure. The figure and face were vaguely visible, which were exactly the same as Qiu Yi's.
"Sister Qiu Yi?" Xia Ju's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Is this … Sister Qiu Yi's soul?"
She couldn't imagine that in this world, there were really … ghosts?
Qiu Yi's soul just stared at the two. Her lips opened and closed, but no sound came out.
"Young Master, Sister Qiu Yi …" Xia Ju looked at Li Mu.
"Souls can't communicate with living beings. She is already dead. She is just a weak mass of light and shadow energy. She has preserved some life source seeds. Although she can hear what you say, she can't open her mouth to form sound waves, so you can't hear her." Li Mu said.
As he spoke, he released his spiritual force, communicated with the soul through Taoist magic arts, and asked the murderer who killed Qiu Yi.
It was indeed Zhang Chuixue.
"I will avenge you." Li Mu pinched a seal and directly sent Qiu Yi's soul into her body. Then, he said, "I can only store Sister Qiu Yi's soul in her body first. When I go back, I will forge a Taoist instrument to store and nourish it."
Xia Ju nodded repeatedly.
What she saw and heard today had completely subverted her understanding.
Young Master Mu, who had run away from home for eight years, came back as if he had changed into a different person. Not only was he terrifyingly powerful, but he also knew a lot of incredible magic arts … What on earth did Young Master Mu experience in the past eight years?
Li Mu wrapped Qiu Yi's body in clothes, held it in his arms, and walked out with Xia Ju.
But at this moment, a low roar came from behind a pile of dead bodies on the side of the cellar.
"Hmm?" Li Mu's heart skipped a beat.
"This roar is a little familiar."
He came behind the pair of dead bodies and took a look. Sure enough, he found an "acquaintance".
It was Wu Biao's black chrysanthemum leopard.
On the day when Li Mu intercepted Wu Biao, the head of the Qingfeng Citadel, the chrysanthemum leopard was seriously injured in order to protect its master. Li Mu healed it and kept it by his side. But the chrysanthemum leopard was very loyal. Because of Wu Biao's death, it did not follow Li Mu. Instead, it entered the mountains and disappeared.
Li Mu did not expect that it would show up here.
Obviously, it was also captured by the masters of the Heaven Sword Martial Club to practice swordsmanship. Its whole body was covered with sword wounds. One of its hind legs was almost cut off, one of its eyes was stabbed blind, and there was a one-meter-long wound on its abdomen. Its intestines were almost exposed, and blood gathered into a pool under its body. It was seriously injured, lying on the ground, almost unable to move and almost unable to support itself.
"This unlucky leopard."
Li Mu shook his head.
The chrysanthemum leopard also recognized Li Mu. It raised its head and looked at Li Mu with its huge black gem-like eyes, revealing its desire for life.
"Forget it. I'll save you one more time. You really abandoned me thousands of times, but I still treat you like my first love." Li Mu shook his head and laughed. Finally, he condensed a Vitality Seal and shot it into the head of the chrysanthemum leopard.
The injury of the chrysanthemum leopard was temporarily stopped, and its body regained strength.
The power of the old faker's Taoist magic arts was really amazing.
"Roar!"
It stood up and regained its spirit. The sword wound on its abdomen was no longer bleeding, and it was much better.
This black chrysanthemum leopard was an exotic species in the forest. It was accidentally caught by the masters of the Heaven Sword Martial Club. Originally, they wanted to tame it as a mount. Unfortunately, it was wild and could not be tamed at all. In the end, it became a target to practice swordsmanship. It was more than one meter high and huge. It rubbed its head against Li Mu's arm, and then stuck out its tongue to lick Li Mu's palm. Then, it knelt on its forelimbs and looked like it was submitting.
Li Mu was overjoyed.
"This big cat is finally enlightened!"
"Boy, you know what's good for you … How are your injuries? Can you carry people on your back? " Li Mu touched its head and felt a kind of furry feeling. "Haha, those stupid shit-shoveling officers on Earth clamor to suck cats every day. Have they ever sucked this super big cat?" "It can definitely kill those shit-shoveling officers in seconds."
"Roar!" The chrysanthemum leopard growled, indicating that it could.
Li Mu put Qiu Yi's body on its back, and then let Xia Ju ride on its back.
At this time, a large number of footsteps came from the broken maze outside the cellar. Judging from the sound, there were at least four or five hundred people. They walked lightly, and they were all martial arts masters who had activated their internal qi. Among them, there were three or four streams of internal qi, which were extremely powerful. Even from a distance, people could feel the great pressure and quickly approached.
Masters of the Master Realm.
Four masters of the Master Realm appeared at the same time.
The strength of the Heaven Sword Martial Club was definitely above that of the Zhou Mansion of the Dafeng Chamber of Commerce. After all, one was a martial arts force, while the other was just a chamber of commerce consortium. Their development direction was different from the beginning.
Li Mu's eyes were burning with killing intent.
"Let's go. Let's kill our way out."
He rubbed the head of the chrysanthemum leopard and strode out of the cellar.
The chrysanthemum leopard growled angrily and followed him.
It was caught and tortured here, but it also wanted revenge.
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