Li Muyang killed his Red-eyed Ghost Baby, so he wanted to kill him.
If Li Muyang didn't kill his Red-eyed Ghost Baby, should he kill him?
Of course he would.
So, regardless of whether he killed his Red-eyed Ghost Baby or not, he would still kill him … Why did he say that?
"I'm so stupid." Monk Wuhua slapped his bald head and grinned.
"… …"
Li Muyang felt very sad.
Such an idiot was able to break through the realm and achieve such achievements … Li Muyang could see that this guy was at least at the upper level of the Free Clouds.
He didn't know if he had used his real skills. If he was still hiding it, he might enter the Withered Glory stage or was about to enter the Withered Glory stage.
Breaking through the realm was simple and mysterious. It required both hard work and luck.
Some people still couldn't break through the door in their entire life. Some people were born with divine strength and could emit dazzling brilliance with just a little bit of guidance.
During the Great Sui Dynasty, Li Yuanba, a natural demon, fought a bull with one hand and tore a tiger with two hands. He was invincible with his brute force and defeated many heroes of that time.
This Monk Wuhua was a bit like a copy of Li Yuanba. Of course, it was said that Li Yuanba was handsome and romantic, and was the object of love for millions of young women. This Monk Wuhua was just an ugly and disgusting version.
Monk Wuhua stretched out his hand, and the huge axe that had smashed a deep hole in the ground fell into his hand.
"Let grandpa chop you."
At the same time as he roared, his body rapidly descended, charging down towards Li Muyang from a high altitude.
He waved the bronze axe in his hand, which flickered with a red flame and faintly emitted a tiger's roar, and chopped towards Li Muyang's head.
Sky Roaring Axe!
The tiger's roar reached the heavens and slaughtered all living things.
He didn't expect that this Monk Wuhua would have such a sharp weapon that was listed in the Treasure and Weapon List.
Li Muyang quickly retreated, and the Sky Roaring Axe smashed on the place where he was just standing.
Kacha … …
A huge chasm appeared on the ground.
With the release of the energy from the giant axe, the ditch continued to spread in all directions.
The ice and snow melted, and rocks flew everywhere.
On the ground, it was as if there was a fire centipede scuttling around and digging holes.
His attack missed.
Monk Wuhua raised his giant axe and soared into the sky again, chopping in the direction of Li Muyang's escape …
Rumble …
In the sky, a red flame appeared, like a shocking rainbow.
Li Muyang fled again, and Monk Wuhua slashed again.
The "Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain" was displayed to the extreme. He was like a moving cloud, leaving no trace behind.
In the sky, there was only an illusory figure.
Monk Wuhua swung his axe again and again, continuously chasing and slashing.
Li Muyang clearly felt that his speed was not as fast as him, and was now getting slower and slower.
Li Muyang could also clearly see that the strength of his axe was getting weaker and weaker. Sometimes, he would chop out an empty move.
Monk Wuhua was not stupid.
Or rather, he was not as stupid as Li Muyang thought.
However, human strength would eventually be exhausted.
Li Muyang had fused with the Tear of the Dragon King, and his body had the recovery ability of a dragon. Yet, he still fell to the ground exhausted when fighting with Mu Dingyi.
What's more, Monk Wuhua, a big guy, did not know how to save his strength at all … …
When Monk Wuhua chopped down with his axe again, Li Muyang knew that it was time for him to fight back.
Li Muyang shouted angrily and rushed toward Monk Wuhua, who was high in the sky.
He rushed straight to Monk Wuhua, as if he wanted to smash his huge body with his own body.
"Just in time." Monk Wuhua laughed. "Eat grandpa's axe again … …"
Monk Wuhua once again waved the huge axe in his hand.
Boom … …
Li Muyang also waved his fist.
"Go to hell." Monk Wuhua chopped down with his Howling Sky Axe.
The air was burned by the scorching energy, and the space made crackling sounds.
When the giant axe fell, it was like a bronze mirror had been cut into pieces. There was an irregular sense of layers in the space, and there were countless mirrors that reflected Li Muyang.
Cha … …
Li Muyang's body was cut in half.
No, he was cut into countless halves.
Because the countless Li Muyang in the mirror turned into countless Li Muyang's with their heads cut in half.
"Dead?" Monk Wuhua burst into laughter.
All of a sudden, his body tensed up, as if he had been attacked by a ferocious tiger when he was young.
He turned around suddenly, and then his pupils instantly swelled.
Li Muyang did not die.
Li Muyang appeared behind him.
"Go die." The corners of Li Muyang's mouth curved into a sneer.
Then, Li Muyang punched Monk Wuhua's head.
Bang — —
It was like a ripe watermelon was smashed by a punch, or a fire crystal fruit was crushed into juice.
Clang — —
Monk Wuhua's body fell heavily to the ground, smashing a huge hole in the snow.
The Howling Sky Axe in his hand fell to the side, similarly cutting through the ice and plunging into the soil.
Li Muyang's body slowly landed on the ground, glancing at Monk Wuhua. He was dead.
It was only then that he felt relieved, and turned to look at Lu Qingming's side.
As soon as he looked over, he immediately felt as if his heart was burning with anxiety.
Lu Qingming was being besieged by three people, and all three of them were people that Li Muyang had seen before.
One was Black Fly, who served the late Emperor Chu Xianda, and it was he who suddenly attacked from behind and killed Chu Xianda's loyal servant, White Bear.
This person was thin and small, a dwarf, but his whole body was shrouded in black smoke. His movements were agile, and his attacks were ruthless, making it impossible to guard against.
It was also he who brought great trouble to Lu Qingming.
The other two were white robed, tall and thin, with a pair of poker faces.
Li Muyang did not know their names, but knew that they were the late Emperor Chu Xianda's servants.
It had to be said that Chu Xianda still had a lot of hidden strength around him. These years he had been recruiting people and recruiting talents everywhere.
Who would have thought that all the people around him had been bribed by the old man of the Song family — —
Those people had become the culprits who stabbed him in the back, the culprits of subverting the imperial power.
Playing mind games with an old thing like Song Gudu was simply asking for humiliation and suffering.
Li Muyang knew that he had encountered an opponent like Song Gudu, and that he must immediately kill him — — If he couldn't kill him, then he must run away, lest he be killed by him.
When he and Monk Wuhua were fighting, Lu Qingming was fighting one against three people.
The most terrible thing was that, while he was fighting, he was constantly paying attention to the situation on Li Muyang's side.
Because he knew that Li Muyang was exhausted and could not stand up at all. Even if he could stand up now, he most likely would not be able to deal with a powerful master.
If Li Muyang was in trouble, he must rush over to help.
Lu Qingming was now going all out.
Although he had a feeling of helplessness in the face of peerless experts like Mu Dingyi and Song Gudu. However, when his opponents were the imperial consecrators, he was able to remain calm and collected.
However, because he had encountered several fierce battles while escaping, his body was seriously injured, and his combat strength was greatly reduced. Coupled with the telepathic twins and the elusive help of Black Fly, he was now in a difficult situation. There were a few new wounds on his chest and back that were riddled with scars.
Li Muyang's heart ached at the sight of this.
Although he still could not accept that Lu Qingming was his father, but he had subconsciously believed that Lu Qingming was his father.
"Lu Qingming is my biological father, and those scum are hurting my father — —"
Li Muyang was burning with rage. With a roar, his body soared into the air, displaying the unpredictable footwork of 'The Art of Traveling through Clouds and Summoning Rain', and brought one of the twins out.
"Die." Li Muyang struck his chest with a palm.
Two against three, the addition of Li Muyang immediately reduced the burden on Lu Qingming.
Lu Qingming saw that Li Muyang was safe and sound, his body was not injured in the slightest, and he was full of energy when fighting.
So, Lu Qingming was relieved, and concentrated on dealing with the two masters in front of him.
"Muyang, Xiaoxin." Lu Qingming said aloud.
"I know." Li Muyang responded loudly.
Lu Qingming was incomparably happy. Fighting back to back with his son, taking care of each other, and helping each other, unexpectedly gave him an unprecedented sense of satisfaction.
Everything was fine as long as he had a son!
"My son is back, that's great." Lu Qingming thought to himself. "Father will be very happy to know — —"
Kacha — —
Li Muyang slapped a poker face to death with one palm, leaving his body to turn into a pool of blood under the violent devastation.
Kacha — —
Lu Qingming's long spear thrust out, and a poker face wearing a white robe was suspended in mid-air. His pupils were swollen, and his mouth was spewing out large mouthfuls of blood. He seemed to be dead.
Li Muyang and Lu Qingming exchanged a glance. The father and son had a tacit understanding, and flanked the dwarf named Blackfly from the front and right.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the dwarf turned to flee.
Unfortunately, although his footwork was extraordinary, his trajectory was still captured by Li Muyang.
Li Muyang appeared behind him, punching him in the middle of the back.
Although Blackfly's reaction was extremely fast, and he tried to escape, he was still injured by the fist qi, and his body was sent flying.
Bang — —
His body fell to the ground, spurting out large mouthfuls of blood.
Li Muyang swooped over, stamping his foot on his chest, trying to break his ribs and send him to the 18th level of hell.
"The dragon's instinct is to devour and kill, it really is so." An old voice sounded.
Li Muyang raised his head to see a thin old man in a grey robe floating in the air, looking down at him with an indifferent smile on his face.
Song Gudu!
Thousands of miles away, Song Gudu had rushed over in just a few seconds.
"Song Gudu — —" Li Muyang growled, "You old dog — —"
"Song Gudu, where is my father?" Lu Qingming was even more emotional when he saw Song Gudu, and the worry that he had forcibly suppressed was instantly exposed.
"He's dead." Song Gudu said indifferently, a look of reverence on his face. "That spear — — is unprecedented, and will never be repeated."
"Song Gudu — —" Lu Qingming roared.
Pfft — —
A mouthful of blood spurted out.
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