"What's there to say? The deity in charge of this path has already introduced the rules. Only by killing you can I enter the Cherry Moon Killing Path.
If we go out, only one of us can live. "
The young man on the white tiger calmed down a little. Obviously, he was shocked by Li Mu's fist power in the previous two fights. He no longer dared to be careless. He gathered his strength and prepared for the ultimate move.
The Cherry Moon Killing Path?
Li Mu looked at the surroundings.
It was a strange world.
The world was empty, and there was only a single tree.
The space outside the log was swirling with extremely terrifying killing intent, which made Li Mu feel that even if he had a strong body cultivation, if he fell into the log, he would be torn to pieces by the killing intent in an instant.
In the scarlet moonlight, the cherry petals were flowing.
In the aesthetic, there was an aura of death.
How could there be such a place in the Randeng Temple?
"Damn it, the old faker must be playing tricks in secret again."
Li Mu was speechless.
The young man in front of him should be the enemy riding the white tiger that the old masters mentioned earlier. It seemed like he had been trapped here for quite some time. That was why he was so irritable. His whole body was surrounded by Demonic Energy. He should be from the Demon Clan. Could it be that he was related to the Alliance of Demons?
"Kill!"
The young man shouted and struck again.
He had to admit that this young man was very strong. He was already at the peak of the General Realm. He was definitely not a cultivator from the secular world. He should be from the worldlet. His swordsmanship was exquisite and full of ancient charm. The blood-red broadsword cut through the air like breaking waves, full of killing intent.
In an instant, the entire Cherry Moon Killing Path was filled with killing intent.
However, it was far from enough in front of Li Mu.
Li Mu directly raised his hand and punched. The fist power was like a dragon. In the air explosion, a large area in front of him collapsed like a landslide. The young man spat out a mouthful of blood. All the Sword Qi was scattered, and he was sent flying out of the tree.
As soon as he was in the air, he was twisted by the killing intent outside and disappeared in an instant.
The White Tiger was the only one left on the log. Its eyes narrowed as it watched the battle, and it let out a low growl.
"Very intelligent."
Li Mu praised.
"I'm going to be angry."
He said loudly.
The white tiger slightly squatted and made an attacking posture.
Its tiger stripes seemed to be alive, flowing between the white fur.
"I'm really going to be angry."
Li Mu said again.
At this time, a vulgar voice sounded from the Cherry Moon Massacre Path. "Hahaha, little brat, so what if you're angry?"
It was the old faker.
A familiar voice, a familiar tone.
In Li Mu's heart, the ecstasy at that moment was even more intense than that of a 16-year-old girl who finally had her sweetheart confess his love to her.
"Old thing, my current strength isn't something you can imagine. I'm invincible in the King Realm. Do you want to know?"
"Hey, hey, I'm invincible in the Tao Realm. You little bastard, do you want to know about it?" The old faker's laughter sounded again.
Dao Realm?
Isn't the Immortal Realm above the King Realm?
Li Mu didn't know what was above the God Realm. Now that the old faker mentioned it, he wondered if it was the Tao Realm. If the old faker was invincible in the Tao Realm, wouldn't he be able to beat all the people in the Divine Realm, not to mention the people in the King Realm?
Li Mu suddenly felt a little guilty.
This old fellow is so strong?
"Long time no see. Let's remove this tactical deployment. Why don't I cook a bowl of noodles for you?" Li Mu changed his way of thinking and played the sentimental card. "You used to like my fried paste noodles the most, didn't you? You haven't had it for a long time, right? We can talk while eating. I have a lot of things to ask you."
The old faker immediately burst into laughter full of disdain. "Boy, you are still as shameless as before. But you want to bribe me with a bowl of noodles? Dream on. "
Li Mu was angry. "Then what on earth do you want?"
"At least three bowls," the old faker said.
Li Mu was speechless.
"How promising!"
"Okay. Deal. "
Li Mu agreed without hesitation.
As soon as he said that, the scarlet moonlight around him, the drifting cherry petals, and the single tree all disappeared. The space barrier broke and melted quickly like broken glass. All the strange scenes disappeared like smoke in the wind.
Li Mu looked carefully and found that he was standing at the gate of Randeng Temple.
The familiar scene had appeared in his dreams countless times.
It was indeed an illusory tactical deployment.
But this illusory tactical deployment was too real.
When Li Mu was in it, he couldn't see through the illusion, nor could he find the key to break the tactical deployment.
An old Taoist priest who was wearing a greasy Taoist robe and a pair of gray Li Ning sneakers, had short hair, and looked like he had not washed his face for days and nights. He was standing in the courtyard with a sneaky smile on his face. The expression on his face was as despicable as one could imagine. At first glance, one would have the urge to slap his face with the soles of their shoes. Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world would not have any opinion about this old Taoist priest being a liar, illiterate, unreliable, despicable, and respectful. As for the remaining one percent, the reason why they had an opinion was that these words were not enough to describe the shamelessness of this old Taoist priest.
Who else could it be but the old faker?
He finally met him.
Li Mu stood where he was and did not speak.
He looked at the old faker, and then looked at the familiar buildings, pine and cypress, and iron bell in the temple. Suddenly, he was drowned by a strong uncontrollable sense of unreality.
The wretched Taoist, the thousand-year-old pine and cypress, the rusty iron bell, the dilapidated temple, the sparse moonlight after the leaves were filtered, the evening wind of Qinling Mountains blew across his cheeks, and the sound of children playing and dogs barking from the village of Randeng Temple could be vaguely heard in the distance.
This was the picture that Li Mu had dreamed about.
Since he was 14 years old, what he had experienced could be said to be beyond the imagination of the most absurd writers in the world. Anyone would remember it all their life. But for Li Mu, after experiencing all these, the most unforgettable and most engraved in the depths of his soul was not the magnificent experience between the stars, but the ordinary picture in front of him.
"Hey? What's going on? " The old faker looked at Li Mu, who was in a daze, and his eyelids twitched. He said, "Wait a minute, little b * stard, you're not brewing feelings, are you? Don't cry and make a sad play. I'm old, and my heart is not good. I can't stand too much emotional fluctuations. "
"Damn it."
Li Mu squeezed out these two words through gritted teeth.
All the atmosphere of reunion was gone.
Li Mu directly rushed up, picked up the old faker, and swung him while shouting, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, I'm not crying. Can you f * cking explain to me what's going on?"
The old faker waved his hands and said, "Stop, stop, stop. I'm dizzy. I want to vomit."
Li Mu swung him 18 times before he put the old faker down and said, "Come on, explain it to me. I want the whole truth."
The old faker bent over with his hands on the iron bell, panted, and said, "You little b * stard, do you want to kill me? I'm so old, and my body can't stand your torture. Do you want to kill me?"
Li Mu said, "Didn't you say that you are invincible in the Tao Realm?"
The old faker said angrily, "Yes, but I'm invincible. I've just reached the peak of the Tao Realm. If I exert the power of the Tao Realm, I'm afraid that if I don't control it carefully, I'll directly shake you into ashes."
At this time, Li Mu began to be skeptical.
He was scared by the Cherry Moon Killing Way. But now, it seemed that the old faker was boasting about being invincible in the Tao Realm.
Li Mu stood where he was and waited for the old faker to catch his breath. Then, he went up and held the old faker in his arms.
"Again?" The old faker panicked.
This time, Li Mu did not swing him around like a windmill. Instead, he hugged the old faker tightly as if he was holding the most precious thing in his life. Then, he buried his head in the old faker's dirty shoulder and Taoist robe like a child.
"Thank you," he said sincerely.
The expression on the old faker's face suddenly froze. Then, he heaved a long sigh and said, "Alas, you brat. Seeing that you're doing so well, I'm finally relieved. In fact, I've been worried about you all these years."
A smile suddenly appeared on Li Mu's face.
Li Mu had forgotten how he met the old faker.
Everyone told him that he was an orphan and was adopted by the old faker when he was a child. But for Li Mu, the old faker was even closer to him than his own parents. The scenes of him relying on the old faker when he was a child never faded from Li Mu's mind.
No matter what the old man in front of him had done, Li Mu would not have any complaints.
"Good boy, you've done a good job. Although I haven't been with you all the time, I've heard some of your deeds. I'm proud of you."
The old faker gently patted Li Mu on the shoulder with a kind look.
That kind of emotional and gratified look had only appeared a few times in his long life of hundreds of millions of years.
Li Mu loosened his arms and said with a smile, "I'll go to make the noodles first. Then, we can talk while eating. I have a lot of questions to ask you."
The old faker nodded and said, "Alright. It's time to let you know some things."
In just a moment, a table of hot and fragrant dishes was placed under the old cypress tree in the center of the patio. Li Mu and the old faker each held a bowl of noodles and began to gobble them up.
"Don't fight. This meat is mine."
"Old man, eating more vegetables is good for your health."
"I've been a carnivore for hundreds of millions of years."
"Hundreds of millions of years? Really? "
"The Inspiration King is this old man …"
"The Inspiration King? The Old Fish in the Journey to the West? "
"Bah, you're humiliating me by saying that."
The meal was finished in the daily quarrel.
Li Mu put the bowl on the table, wiped his mouth, and sat down very seriously.
According to the usual way, after this meal, the following conversation would be very important.
Li Mu was very clear, and he believed the old faker was also very clear, that after this meal, he would say goodbye to the old, young, temple, and dog life. From then on, the identity of the village boy and the swindler was completely gone. In fact, on the afternoon when he was 14 years old, everything had been broken. But Li Mu still wanted to pay tribute to the old days.
The laughter and scolding, the crazy interaction and conversation just now were a kind of sacrifice and redemption.
And from now on, in the future, the identity of Li Mu and the old faker would change.
"Well, let's get to the point. My first question is … Who on earth am I?" Li Mu looked at the old faker with a very serious look, expecting the answer.
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