A tall old man with a golden hoop on his head, with a half-grown girl sitting on his shoulder, punched out one punch after another. His strength surged, and he had an invincible momentum. And his opponent was a hunchbacked old woman with a long black staff in her hand. She danced like the wind, whistling coldly, and her momentum was valiant. Every move and every move seemed to want to perish together, and she blocked the tall old man with the golden hoop …
On the other side was a pair of beautiful sisters. They were facing off against a group of men and women who were dressed in the attire of the Shamans in the extreme south. They might not have attacked, but there was a strange power that filled the air between them. Their auras were like a dam that had accumulated a storm and a mountain torrent, and it could explode at any moment.
In the Fairy Hall, the situation was extremely tense.
And in the middle of these four groups of people, there was a big bronze bell on a white jade altar.
The bell was made of brass, one meter high, small at the top and large at the bottom, as if it had no weight. It floated in the brilliance of the white jade altar and slowly rotated. There were strange inscriptions on the bell, which were dense and dense, and the handle was even longer than the bell, which was two meters long. There was a relief sculpture of a flat river on it, which was very uncoordinated and very strange!
"Fallen-soul Bell?" The hook-nosed man exclaimed at first sight.
The bar-browed man and the other three disciples of Hunyuan Sect immediately breathed rapidly, and their eyes flashed with burning greed.
"Who is it?"
The burly old man with the golden hoop and the hunchbacked old woman, who had been fighting, were extremely vigilant. They immediately distanced themselves and looked in the direction of the gate of the hall.
The sisters and the people of the sorcerer tribe immediately stopped at the same time, lest they would be the fisherman.
Li Mu had stealthily sneaked to the jade altar and was about to reach out to touch the Fallen-soul Bell. However, he felt that four extremely terrifying auras were squeezing over and locking him down like a flash flood.
Li Mu clearly felt that if he reached out to grab the Fallen-soul Bell, he would definitely be attacked by the four masters at the same time.
That was really f * cking embarrassing.
"Guys, don't get me wrong. I just want to touch it to see if it's made of copper. Haha …" Li Mu was stunned for a moment, then he chuckled, spread his hands, and slowly stepped back to avoid being the target of public criticism.
The four masters were all very strong. The four weak masters of the Hun Yuan Sect were no match for them. They were tricky. Li Mu was not afraid to fight them one-on-one, but it would be a little dangerous if he had to fight four alone.
When the other four forces saw this, they heaved a sigh of relief and dispersed the aura they had gathered.
But judging from Li Mu's outfit, he looked like a beggar who had crawled out of nowhere. They couldn't figure out his background or who he was. Just now, Li Mu's sneaking speed was really fast. If it weren't for the exclamation at the entrance of the hall, they probably wouldn't have discovered that Li Mu's hand was already there.
"Masters, I'm sorry. I've been discovered. I've failed." Li Mu walked to the door, nodded to the hook-nosed man and the other three, and then obediently stood behind the four disciples of the Hunyuan Sect.
The hook-nosed man and the others were dumbfounded.
"Expert, what's wrong with you? Why did you call me master?"
"You'd better act well. If you four bastards hadn't lost your cool and made a sound, I would have snatched the Fallen-soul Bell." Li Mu scolded them secretly.
The hook-nosed man and the other three vaguely understood.
Li Mu wanted to use the four of them to attract the enemy's attention.
But could they object? Of course not.
"Ahem …" The hook-nosed man coughed, slowly walked into the hall, and said, "Everyone who sees the treasures in the Tomb of the God of Sin has a share. We are also qualified to compete for the Fallen-soul Bell."
"Yes." The unibrowed man also sneered.
The other two disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect lined up with them.
"The Hun Yuan Sect?" The old woman with the black cane glanced at them and said with a smile, "Only you four minions who have just crossed the Bridge of Life and Death? If you don't want to die, get out of here. "The old woman, who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, was very arrogant.
"Old woman, aren't you afraid of hurting your tongue by talking big?" The hook-nosed man sneered and said, "Look at you. You're just a rogue cultivator. Don't leave your old bones on this deserted planet. Get out of here."
"Brat, you're courting death." The old woman directly waved the black cane and rushed up like a crazy demon. Her cane skills were mysterious and terrifying.
"I'm not afraid of you." The hook-nosed man clapped his hands. With a glimmer of light, two black and gold hammers appeared out of thin air in his palms. He danced like the wind and met the old woman.
"Boom!"
The black cane and the iron hammers collided, and golden light shot out in all directions.
The hook-nosed man stepped back on the spot. His face was a little pale, and he shouted, "This crazy old woman is powerful. Brothers, let's go together."
The unibrowed man conjured a long yellow stick with inscriptions and went up to help the fists.
The main hall was immediately filled with clanking sounds like iron being struck.
The Hun Yuan Sect followed the path of the Golden Body of Time, which cultivated the physical body. All the disciples in the sect had infinite strength and strong flesh shells. The weapons they chose were all heavy weapons such as hammers and sticks. Their fighting style was fierce and unrestrained.
The hook-nosed man and the unibrowed man joined hands and managed to block the white-haired, stooped old woman in a short time.
But Li Mu could see that as time went on, the two of them would be defeated.
This white-haired old woman was a ruthless character. On the surface, she looked as skinny as a bag of bones, and her five fingers were like chicken claws. Even when she walked, she looked like she could be blown away by a gust of wind. However, she was actually very strong. She held a black staff made of some unknown material, and every time she swung it, it would collapse the void. Her momentum was like that of a crazy devil.
As soon as the fight started, the peace was broken. The burly old man with golden hoop strode toward the Fallen-soul Bell.
"Old monkey, don't you dare." The boy in the arms of the beautiful girl in the witch tribe was anxious.
The little thing let out a clear shout and a ray of white light flew out from the jade plate in its hand and entered the body of a man from the Shaman Tribe beside it. Immediately, the man who was originally very ordinary was surrounded by white light, as if he was possessed by a god. His physical body swelled up and his aura soared. He took large strides forward and punched the burly old man with golden hoops.
Boom!
The old man with golden hoop and the man of the witch tribe punched each other, and it was a tie.
"Hee hee … fun." The little girl in the red bellyband sitting on the back of the burly old man with golden hoop grinned. The red silk in her hand shot out flexibly like a red python and rolled toward the Fallen-soul Bell.
"How dare you snatch the treasure in front of me?" The younger of the two sisters suddenly pulled out the long knife at her waist in a grown-up tone. With a flash of knife light, the red silk was cut into several pieces.
The cut part of the red silk fluttered in the air, flew back, reconnected, and wrapped around the white and tender arm of the girl in the red bellyband.
"You're a bad guy." The girl in the red bellyband rubbed her nose aggrievedly and said, "I'm going to hit you."
As she said, she jumped up from the shoulder of the burly old man with golden hoop, turned into a red light, and attacked the two sisters as fast as lightning.
"Another dead soul under the knife."
The younger sister's face was cold and callous, which was not commensurate with her age. She held the machete that was taller than her head in both hands and raised her hand to make a few cuts.
The knife light was like a waterfall.
What a powerful broadsword technique.
Li Mu on the other side was shocked.
"This little girl is a little girl, but she is full of mischief. Her attainments in Dao-using method are so high that when she shows it, it is as if snowflakes are rolling down from the sky. In terms of Dao-using method alone, it actually makes Li Mu feel inferior."
This was the broadsword technique of the extraterrestrial sect.
But the girl in the red bellyband was extremely flexible. As if she was invisible, she drilled in and out of the knife light and constantly counterattacked.
Li Mu and Guo Yuqing looked at each other and both felt a little shocked.
Were the children of the extraterrestrial sect so precocious and powerful?
At this time, the whole Fairy Hall had been in a mess.
Only the elder sister, who had a hot figure, had no opponents. She walked towards the jade altar, intending to pick up the Fallen-soul Bell. However, Li Mu winked at the remaining two of the four disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect, who drew out two long sticks and surrounded her.
The battle broke out again.
Li Mu and Guo Yuqing were dressed in messy armors and hung with weapons all over their bodies. Like two beggars, they stood at the gate of the hall and watched the scene in a well-behaved manner, as if they would not make any move without their master's order.
"Puff!"
The hook-nosed man was knocked away by the white-haired old woman's stick, and the big hammer in his hand was flattened. His strength was inferior, and the grade of his weapon was far worse than that black stick.
"Master, take the weapon." Li Mu showed an extremely loyal attitude and immediately threw a long-handled podao in his hand to the hook-nosed man without hesitation. This was a fine Taoist instrument he picked up in the city, and its grade was no less than that of the broken hammer of the hook-nosed man.
"Good, well done. You two, stay aside and watch the battle. Without my order, don't step into the hall." The hook-nosed man caught the long knife and made a dozen splashes with it. He shouted with great momentum, "Your strength is too low. A wisp of the aftermath can kill you. Do you understand?"
Li Mu exclaimed in admiration. This hook-nosed man was really a f * cking talent. He was an experienced actor. He hurriedly said, "Yes, master." As he spoke, he even took a few steps back, looking as if he was afraid of being implicated.
Guo Yuqing also hurriedly stepped back.
The battle in the Fairy Hall became violent again.
The Fallen-soul Bell was obviously a good thing, and its value was definitely above the Heart-striking Pestle that Li Mu had just snatched from the Cloud Palace. Li Mu was sure of that when the hook-nosed man stood at the door of the hall and couldn't help exclaiming.
It should be noted that when the hook-nosed man saw the Heart-striking Pestle, he and the others did not show such fanatical and greedy eyes.
And the scene just now also made the other people fighting in the hall completely dispel their vigilance and doubts about Li Mu and Guo Yuqing.
It seemed that the two minions in ragged armor were indeed the servants of the disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect, and they were the local servants they took in after coming to this world.
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