"Song Gudu, you old dog, you old bastard, come out — —" Li Muyang was swearing, trying to force him out.
His eyes were scanning around, searching for Song Gudu's figure. He was on guard against Song Gudu's sudden appearance to give them a fatal blow.
He knew the strength of this old guy, and if possible, it was best not to be his enemy — — However, if Xiaoxin did not become his enemy, then he must do everything possible to get rid of him, otherwise he would be awakened by nightmares at night.
"There's no need to keep looking." The old voice rang in his ears again. "I'm thousands of miles away, but I can feel your presence — —"
"— —" Li Muyang had a look of shock across his face.
The Astral projection realm could take a person's head from thousands of miles away.
Could it be that Song Gudu, that old guy, was already so powerful?
If so, then old man Lu Xingkong, who was fighting with him on the peak of Mist Mountain — — would his Grandfather have a chance to escape?
"I know your heart is full of hostility, I know that the dragon in your body is more and more unwilling, it doesn't want to stay dormant, doesn't want to be completely devoured by your consciousness — —"
"The more you absorb, the more complete the integration with the dragon's consciousness, the more easily you will be affected and controlled by its emotions. However, if you are not willing to integrate and absorb, there is no way to use the skills of the Dragon clan to quickly improve your cultivation — — Everything in the world is the same. Mutually reinforcing and restraining, and mutually reinforcing and reinforcing — — "
"What do you want to do?" Li Muyang no longer shouted, but chose to talk to him in the depths of his heart.
"I feel the anger in your heart." Song Gudu's voice sounded again. "I feel the killing intent in your heart. This killing intent is because of me, for me. "
"So, as long as I think of you in my heart, as long as I want to kill you — — you can feel it?"
"Silly child, how could there be such a simple thing?" There was a hint of ridicule in Song Gudu's voice. "In the Astral projection realm, one can kill with one's thoughts and take a person's head from thousands of miles away — — Having said that, it is also limited by the ability and realm of the cultivator. The stronger the cultivator, the stronger their perception. The range of control would also be wider. If a cultivator isn't strong enough, the length and width they can control is also extremely limited … "
"But you're different from others. There's an evil dragon hidden in your body. A dragon's resentment is even greater than a human's, and a dragon's killing intent is also stronger than a human's … Therefore, I can sense your existence more clearly … I can sense the killing intent in your body that's about to go out of control …"
"Lu … where's Grandpa? How is he now? "
"It seems that you already know about your origins, right?" Song Gudu said calmly. He could hear the pause and hesitation in Li Muyang's voice when he called Lu Xingkong. "Lu Qingming told you everything? That makes sense … How does it feel to see your father and son? "
"Where is my grandfather?" Li Muyang shouted. "If …"
"If what?"
"You …"
Just as Li Muyang was about to answer his question, he suddenly felt a strong sense of danger.
His body flew up, picked up Lu Qingming's body and leapt to one side.
Kacha — —
The boulder that Li Muyang had just rested on was smashed into pieces, and a strong smell of smoke and fire came from the pile of rubble.
A thunderbolt from the clear sky.
There was no wind, no snow.
But there was a sudden clap of thunder in the sky. The bolt of lightning, as though it had eyes, darted towards the place where Li Muyang had just stood.
If Li Muyang had been a step slower, he most likely would have been struck into charcoal by that heavenly lightning at this moment.
This made Li Muyang once again realise the power of Song Gudu. Although he was thousands of miles away, he could still rely on his own thoughts to kill people.
The Astral projection realm was like a celestial being travelling.
Lu Qingming also had a look of horror on his face, asking aloud, "Muyang, what just happened? Who were you talking to? "
Lu Qingming only saw that Li Muyang was talking to someone before, but when Li Muyang realised that Song Gudu was actually in his heart, he began to use a kind of 'inner vision' to talk to Song Gudu who was thousands of miles away. Lu Qingming was naturally confused.
"Song Gudu — —" Li Muyang said aloud. "He can perceive my existence, and can summon lightning from thousands of miles away — —"
"The Astral projection realm can behead people from thousands of miles away." Lu Qingming said with a guarded look. "Muyang, we have to get out of here quickly."
"I'm afraid you won't be able to leave."
In the sky, there was a huge figure. The figure was like a small mountain or a giant that could hold up the sky as it pounced towards the ground.
Rumble — —
A ball of flame descended from the sky, like a fast-flying meteor, heading towards the position where Li Muyang was standing.
Boom — —
On the ground, there was a huge pit that was as deep as a person. In the huge pit, there was a bronze axe that was burning with red flames. The axe was huge, and looked even taller than Li Muyang.
"Roar — —"
At the same time, the son of the Red Moon, who was on guard at the top of the mountain, also began to roar, charging towards the several figures that had appeared in the sky.
Rumble — —
In the sky, another battle had begun.
This time there were a total of six masters. Two stayed in the air to deal with the Wolf King, two took the initiative to charge towards Snowball, and the other two were targeting the exhausted Li Muyang and the seriously injured Lu Qingming.
The new Emperor of the West Wind Kingdom had issued an order to kill Li Muyang and the remnants of the Lu Family at all costs.
Lu Qingming looked at the huge man descending from the sky, holding a spear in his hand, and shielding Li Muyang's body behind him.
He did not care whether Li Muyang was a dragon or some other fierce beast, what he knew was that he needed to protect him. To protect him from those evil people.
Whether it was Mu Dingyi, Song Gudu, or the assassins that followed him, he must keep them out.
"Muyang, find a chance to escape." Lu Qingming said aloud.
"Lu — —" Li Muyang opened his mouth to call out 'Uncle Lu', but found that it was inappropriate to address him. However, if he were to immediately address him as' father ', he really had no way of doing so.
After Lu Qingming told him about his life, he had not been able to bring the relationship between father and son closer, but instead created an inexplicable barrier between them.
Since he did not know what to call him, then he would not call him anything.
"I'm fine." Li Muyang said aloud. After the battle with Mu Dingyi, his body was indeed exhausted, and he almost did not even have the strength to stand.
However, Lu Qingming had been resting and recovering while carrying him all the way. Coupled with the strong physique of the Dragon Clan, its scales and magical claws, its physical body was invincible, and its recovery ability was countless times stronger than that of the human race — —
Ordinary people needed ten days to half a month to recover their strength, but he only needed a few hours.
This was also the reason why Song Gudu dared to summon heavenly lightning to attack him. He probably thought that he could kill Li Muyang with one strike?
He still did not understand the Dragon Clan well enough.
However, the Dragon Clan had been extinct for tens of thousands of years. In the vast divine continent, how many people could really understand the Dragon Clan?
Thinking of the shocking wound on Lu Qingming's body when he was applying medicine, Li Muyang really could not bear to let him continue to stand in front of him and fight with his life.
Taking advantage of the fact that the bald giant in the sky had not yet landed, Li Muyang clenched his right hand into a fist, and there were crackling white waves of light flashing in his palm.
Boom — —
A giant dragon soared into the sky.
Frighten Dragon Fist!
"Roar — —"
The white dragon dragged its long tail and charged towards the bald giant, brandishing its claws and attacking fiercely.
The bald giant's eyes widened, feeling the majestic strength contained in the dragon.
It had to be said that Li Muyang was indeed quite amazing. At such a young age, a casual punch had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. In time, he would most likely break through the starry sky and slay dragons.
The bald giant was called Monk Wuhua. He had no flowers, no fruit, no afterlife and no previous life.
Monk Wuhua was born with divine strength. At a young age, he could lift an ox with one hand and fight the most powerful beasts with his bare hands. Later, Monk Wuhua was taken in as a disciple by the infamous Monk Jiu Rou, San Chi. Monk Wuhua's brute force finally had a place to be used. In terms of cultivation, he mainly cultivated the 'Strength' Formula, which was like a hot knife through butter. His cultivation realm improved by leaps and bounds, and he also gained a great reputation in the Divine Land.
More than ten years ago, he suddenly disappeared. The world thought that he had been harmed or was hiding in the deep valley to meditate. No one expected that he would be taken in by the Song family and become a minion.
Seeing the white dragon whizzing over, Monk Wuhua didn't dodge it. He clenched his fists and fiercely punched the dragon's head.
"Roar — —"
A big blue tiger suddenly appeared in the sky, its roar resounding through the sky. It opened its mouth and waved its claws as it rushed towards the white dragon.
Dragon and tiger fight!
The white lightning dragon and the fierce blue tiger were like living creatures. They chased each other in the sky, clawing and biting each other. They looked eager to tear each other into pieces.
When the white lightning dragon used its body to entangle the big blue tiger, the big blue tiger also opened its mouth and bit the white lightning dragon's neck.
"Bang — —"
A dazzling brilliance flashed. The white lightning dragon exploded, and the big blue tiger also disappeared at the same time.
Monk Wuhua was greatly affected by the explosion. His body was knocked away and flew backward.
When he returned and stood in the sky again, he looked at Li Muyang on the ground and grinned.
"You … are very good …" Monk Wuhua laughed, licked his lips, and said, "You have soft skin and tender flesh. Let grandpa stew you to go with wine …"
Li Muyang's eyes turned cold, and his heart was filled with killing intent.
This bald monk … actually has the habit of eating human flesh?
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