The four disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect were really good-for-nothings.
Not only did they have mediocre abilities, but they even put down their pride to accept useless natives as servants and took them to the Tomb of the God of Sin to help them carry the high-quality Taoist instruments they picked up in the city …
Sure enough, dog meat was not good enough.
All the experts felt a burst of contempt in their hearts.
They had long seen that Li Mu and Guo Yuqing were natives of this planet, which could be seen from their martial arts aura. It could not be faked. Moreover, Li Mu was just a three-step Celestial Being. He was simply a weakling, okay?
The battle became more and more violent.
The group of experts was truly enraged.
The four people of the Hun Yuan Sect were the weakest. Gradually, they were at a disadvantage and were losing ground. They were about to lose.
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
The hawk-nosed man and the bar-browed man spat out blood and were sent flying by the white-haired old woman.
On the other side, the elder sister with a voluptuous figure displayed her palm technique. Like a thousand-armed Guanyin, layers upon layers of palm prints came crashing down. It was as if the sky was filled with endless jade butterflies. Every palm strike contained the power to destroy the heavens. The tall and skinny disciple and his companions couldn't withstand it either. They were beaten senseless and sent flying like ragdolls …
"Haha, you're just a second-rate sect. How dare you come to compete for the Fallen-soul Bell … Go to hell." The white-haired old woman was full of killing intent. She waved the black stick, intending to kill the bar-browed man and the hawk-nosed man.
Fighting for treasures in the Tomb of the God of Sin was a life-and-death fight. Since she had the upper hand, she had to kill them all, lest they would be born again. After all, in addition to the Fallen-soul Bell, they also had to fight for other treasures. Who knew if they would meet again next time?
So it was best to kill them once and for all.
The hot sister was smiling, but her palm momentum was merciless. She also hit the other two disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect, as if the sky was collapsing, full of killing intent.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and blood burst out.
It was the white-haired old man wearing a golden hoop who blew up the bulky man of the witch tribe with a punch. As if he had smashed a big watermelon, red and white liquid splashed everywhere …
A ray of white light flew out from the broken body and returned to the little boy's jade plate.
"Damn it, the bodies of the Witch Tribe warriors in this world are too weak. They can't withstand the power of the Jade Plate of Good Fortune …" In the eyes of the little boy, there was anger and viciousness that did not match his age.
As he spoke, the White Jade Light Disc in his hand flew out and landed on the bodies of the two female Warriors of the Sorcerer Tribe. The eyes of the two young women suddenly froze, and they no longer had the liveliness of a living person. Their bodies also swelled up, and their clothes were torn. Their entire bodies were filled with muscles, and they no longer had the gentleness of a woman. They looked like white Vajra.
"Kill this baboon with golden hoops for me!" The child roared fiercely.
Without hesitation, the two female warriors surrounded the white-haired old man with the golden circlet on his head.
However, the old man let out a loud roar and punched each of them. With two booms, the two female warriors were blasted into a mist of blood.
"What?" The child was shocked, and his eyes were full of resentment.
He shrieked, revealing a mouth full of fine and dense fangs that were as sharp as those of wild beasts. His eyes were pitch black as he roared, "Old monkey, someone put a golden hoop on your head. Just like your ancestor, your cultivation was severed and you became a pet in captivity. You still dare to be so fierce? I'm going to kill you today."
The scream was almost ear-piercing.
"Shut up. You're so noisy." A voice sounded.
Then, there was a short ring of a bell.
All the people in the Fairy Hall felt dizzy in an instant. They felt dizzy and almost lost their balance. They were so shocked that they had no time to fight. They immediately retreated, concentrated their cultivation, and looked at the center of the hall.
They saw a figure in messy armor standing on the jade altar, holding the Fallen-soul Bell in one hand. There was an uncontrollable complacent smile on his face, and he almost laughed out loud.
It was Li Mu.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"What's going on?"
"When did this servant of the Hun Yuan Sect sneak over?"
"No one noticed it before?"
"It's over now. The Fallen-soul Bell is in the hands of this servant."
"How dare you cheat?" The child of the witch tribe was exasperated.
The hot sister was also shocked. She pulled her little sister to her side and looked Li Mu up and down with a new look, completely ignoring the latter's expression, who was waving a long knife and about to rush over to chop Li Mu. Only then did she realize that she had been played just now.
"Wow, big brother, you are really insidious." Nannan, who was wearing a red bellyband, sat back on the shoulder of the old man with the golden hoops and looked at Li Mu with a smile. No one knew whether she was praising or mocking him.
The old woman with the black cane said with fire in her eyes, "Little bastard, how dare you set me up?"
"How could this be a personal attack?"
Li Mu was not happy at that moment. "Set you up?"
"You're courting death." The old woman with the black cane was stunned, and then she was mad. She rushed up like a flash of lightning. The black cane shadows all over the sky, like a collapsing mountain, smashed toward Li Mu's head.
Li Mu raised his hand and punched.
His fist passed through the shadows of the staff and smashed right into the middle of the black staff.
"Boom!"
The old woman with the black cane only felt a huge force surging over, and her body was uncontrollable like duckweed in a hurricane. She spat out blood and was sent flying.
The shadow of the cane dissipated.
The Black Staff flew out of his hand like a black lightning bolt, and stuck into a stone pillar outside the main hall. The tail of the staff buzzed incessantly, and created a shadow.
The other groups of people who were ready to take the opportunity to besiege Li Mu gasped when they saw this scene.
"What's going on?"
Granny Black Cane couldn't be regarded as the strongest one present, but she was definitely not weak. However, she was sent flying by a punch from this guy who was covered in tattered armor … With this kind of strength, no matter which side he was facing, he would have the upper hand. What a terrifying strength!
"Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger."
Such a reversal, well, everyone felt that the comment of the little girl with the red bellyband just now was simply to the point. "This guy is really insidious."
The four disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect immediately stood behind Li Mu like obedient sons.
"Hahaha …" For some reason, the four disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect couldn't help wearing a complacent smile on their faces.
They succeeded in attracting the attention and helped Li Mu get the Fallen-soul Bell.
At this time, even if the others were fools, they all understood that the previous relationship between master and servant was completely wrong. The four disciples of the Hun Yuan Sect were the real servants, and their masters were the two natives in ragged armor.
There was no other way.
First impressions were the strongest.
Who would have thought that the superior disciples of the extraterrestrial sects would be subdued by two natives?
"You …" The old woman with the black cane was shocked and angry. "Who the hell are you?"
Li Mu was amused.
It was the same question again.
This time, without Li Mu's explanation, the hook-nosed man directly learned to answer happily, "He is an expert."
The old woman with the black cane was speechless.
She felt that it was a mistake not to kill the hook-nosed man with the cane just now.
"Native, this Fallen-soul Bell is not something you can touch. You'd better hand it over." The little doll of the witch tribe looked uncertain. He gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you go out alive, you can't protect this treasure. An innocent man will get into trouble because of his wealth. You will be chased to death, and your relatives and friends will also be affected."
"Big brother, why don't you give this bell to me? I'll exchange my red silk for it." The little girl with the red bellyband smiled innocently and waved the red silk in her hand.
"Little brother … I think you're not that old. Can I call you brother? I can exchange other treasures for your Fallen-soul Bell. This bell is very important to me …" The elder sister, who had a voluptuous figure, tried to negotiate with Li Mu with a gentle smile on her face.
Her younger sister, on the other hand, was brandishing the long blade in her hand. She was exceptionally valiant as she roared, "Sis, don't talk nonsense with him. Let me go, I'll go over and hack him to death. Snatch the Soul Bell, let me hack him to death …"
"Sister, you're too polite." Li Mu looked at the hot beauty and said with a smile, "We don't need to be polite. The treasures you have are mine. Why should I exchange them with you?"
The elder sister was speechless.
The younger sister said, "Huh? Sister, how come your things are also his? Do you know him? Your lover? "
"Smack!"
The elder sister slapped the younger sister on the head and then looked at Li Mu with some hostility. "What do you mean?"
The old woman with the black cane sneered, "Boy, you're already dead. How dare you flirt with the famous Fairy Bu Feiyan …"
However, Li Mu ignored her. He just smiled at the elder sister and said, "Little sister, I'm sorry … Well, I'm going to rob you."
After he finished speaking, before the others could react, his next words took a turn and he shouted, "All of you, stop talking nonsense. Take out all your treasures, money, and weapons. I'm Wu Youren from the Heavenly Demonic Sect. In principle, I only take your money and not your lives. But if you're stubborn, then you'll be taking both your money and your lives."
"What?"
"Rob?"
The people in the Fairy Hall thought they had heard it wrong.
"How dare he rob us?"
"Big brother, you are really a bad guy." The little girl with the red dudou sat on the old man with the golden hoop and laughed, "A lovely bad guy."
The old man with the golden hoop looked Li Mu up and down, his eyes solemn.
"I'll kill you, son of a bitch …" The younger sister was held by the collar by the elder sister, so she couldn't rush out. She waved the long knife, as if to cut Li Mu into pieces.
"Hahaha, I'm afraid you've never been dead." The little girl of the witch tribe laughed sinisterly. "Rob me? You're crazy … "
"Clang!"
Li Mu slapped the Fallen-soul Bell.
The bell rang, and a strange sound wave spread out. Everyone felt their vision blur, and they felt dizzy. They saw stars in front of their eyes, and they felt like they were out of their wits. They couldn't even stand properly …
When the Fallen-soul Bell rang, all the people lost their souls.
Just now, when Li Mu grabbed the Fallen-soul Bell and rang it for the first time, he had already sensed the power of the bell. As soon as the bell rang, people were almost scared out of their wits. It was an indiscriminate attack, a powerful weapon for group warfare.
"Hahaha, let's see how long you can hold on …" Li Mu laughed and slapped the Fallen-soul Bell again and again as if it was free.
Clang, clang, clang!
A strange bell rang in the Flying Immortal Palace.
Everyone staggered as if they were drunk. They only felt weak and powerless, and then they all fell to the ground, unable to resist.
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