At the bottom of the North Sea, thousands of miles away from White Cloud Mountain.
Ao Feng looked coldly at the Black Dragon and said angrily, "Ao Wu, that Li Mu's cultivation is no weaker than ours. Why didn't you tell us that there was such a powerful cultivator in the F Lu School?"
If they had known, they would not have been in such a sorry state today.
The Black Dragon said helplessly, "Great Elder, please calm down. After I found out that the Sun Shooting Bow was in Li Mu's hands, I immediately returned to the clan to report. I didn't know that his cultivation was so strong, and I didn't know that there was another powerful cultivator in the F Lu School who was no weaker than the two elders …"
Of course, he knew that Li Mu's cultivation was no weaker than the two elders. The reason he had deliberately concealed it was because of the Fifth Patriarch's instructions.
Only by lowering the importance they placed on Li Mu and causing them to misestimate the strength of Li Mu and the F Lu School would they fail in their mission. Only then would the conflict between the Black Dragons and Li Mu be intensified. That was what he really wanted.
The fact that the F Lu School had another powerful cultivator was beyond his expectations.
According to his plan, the two elders should have barged into the F Lu School, fought a huge battle, and returned with serious injuries. From then on, the Black Dragons and the F Lu School would have an irreconcilable feud. The Fifth Patriarch's mission would then be completed.
At this moment, the other Black Dragon Elder said, "The human race has an old saying: you can hide for a while, but you can't hide forever. I don't believe that he will be hiding in the F Lu School forever …"
Ever since Ao Xuan's ancestor had fallen, the Black Dragons had never stopped searching for the Sun Shooting Bow.
For tens of thousands of years, although the Black Dragons claimed to be the noblest and most powerful race on the mainland, apart from the era of Ao Qing Dragon King and Ao Xuan, the Black Dragons had never truly dominated the mainland.
Once the Sun Shooting Bow was taken back, the Dark Dragon Clan would regain the glory of Ao Xuan's ancestor.
Ao Yu pondered the importance of this matter and realized that he had been too careless in his actions this time. He had underestimated Li Mu's strength. He looked at the black dragon and said, "The Sun Shooting Bow is ours. I can't wait that long. Ao Wu, return to the West Sea and invite the other two elders, Ao An, and the other Tier Six juniors. It's time to let them know the strength of the Dragon Race …"
"Yes."
Ao Wu cupped his fists respectfully. The moment he turned around, his lips curled up slightly.
Baiyun Mountain.
Li Mu did not chase after the three black dragons. Based on his understanding of the dragon race and the fatal attraction of the Sun Shooting Bow, they would return sooner or later.
In order to fight against the Demonic Dao, the Dragon Clan was a force that must be won over, but that did not include the Black Dragon Clan. Because of the existence of the Sun Shooting Bow, the Black Dragon Clan and Li Mu were destined to be like fire and water. If he captured the three dragons now, it would inevitably alarm them, which would be detrimental to his plan of catching them all in one fell swoop.
In the next few days, Baiyun Mountain was peaceful as usual. There were no unusual movements.
Li Mu was also not in a hurry to enter seclusion. Instead, he went back and forth between Baiyun Mountain and Purple Cloud Peak, guiding the cultivation of the elders and preaching to the low-level disciples. In terms of cultivation knowledge, there was probably no one in the world who could compare to Li Mu.
These young disciples represented the future of Fu-lu School. At the beginning of their cultivation, it was very necessary to guide them on the correct path of cultivation and prevent them from taking the wrong path.
Li Mu did not just teach Fu-lu blindly. He talked about alchemy, artifact refinement, body refinement, mystical abilities, and the path of cultivation. Interest was equally important. He hoped that the disciples in the sect would be able to find the path of cultivation that they liked at the beginning of their cultivation.
Every time he preached, there would be no empty seats in the training hall. Most of the disciples could only float in the air.
The disciples of the other peaks could only envy Baiyun Mountain and Purple Cloud Peak. This was because the heads of these two peaks were Elder Liu and Elder Li. Uncle-Master Ling Jizi often appeared here. Aside from the routine preaching, it was very convenient for them to ask Uncle-Master Ling Jizi if they had any questions about their daily cultivation.
In the crowd, two new female disciples looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in front of them. There was a faint excitement on their faces.
The older girl whispered, "Junior Sister Yingying, we actually fought side by side with Uncle-Master Ling Jizi. I even invited him to hunt wandering souls together …"
Speaking of that matter, the girl next to her stuck out her tongue and said, "If it weren't for Uncle-Master Ling Jizi, we would have all died in the Realm of Ghosts …"
Wu Qian said, "I wonder if Uncle-Master Ling Jizi still remembers us …"
After the two of them whispered a few words, they closed their mouths and listened intently to Li Mu's teachings. Two hours later, the day's teachings ended. Li Mu's figure gradually faded away, but the disciples on the training ground remained where they were for a long time. They were still stuck in the enlightenment they had just experienced.
Chen Yingying and Wu Qian had successfully entered the Ancestral Court not long ago. They were now fourth-generation disciples of Baiyun Mountain. When the two returned to their residence, they suddenly found a figure standing in the courtyard.
Seeing that familiar figure, the two's delicate bodies trembled. They immediately went forward and respectfully said, "Greetings, Uncle-Master Ling Jizi."
Li Mu smiled and said, "You two also came to the Ancestral Court."
When he went to the Realm of Ghosts for the first time, he met the two by chance. At that time, Chen Yingying was still an outer sect disciple of Fu-lu School, and Wu Qian was a rogue cultivator. Now, looking at their clothes, they were clearly fourth-generation disciples of Fu-lu School.
Although the two were women, they were courageous and affectionate. Li Mu still had a deep impression of them.
He stretched out his hand, and two bottles of pills appeared in his palm. Li Mu handed the pills to them and said, "Meeting again is fate. These two bottles of pills are for you. Go into seclusion and refine them. They should be able to help you break through as soon as possible …"
The two women respectfully accepted the pills and said, "Thank you, Uncle-Master Ling Jizi."
Li Mu looked at them as if he was looking at a junior and said, "Cultivate well. If you have any questions about cultivation, you can ask your Uncle-Master Ling Jizi or me."
Chen Yingying and Wu Qian nodded respectfully. Even though Wu Qian was actually older than Li Mu, when facing him, she couldn't help but feel the admiration of a junior towards an elder.
After a short chat with the two women, Li Mu planned to leave. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked at the distant horizon.
At the end of the northern horizon, a black line suddenly appeared.
Li Mu's eyes flashed with a golden light. He saw that at the end of his line of sight, the originally clear and cloudless sky was now covered by dark clouds. The clouds covered the sky and the sun. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Black dragons swam in the dark clouds. They were wrapped by the dark clouds and swept towards the direction of White Cloud Mountain.
The dark clouds were extremely fast. From the time Li Mu saw the black line to the time when the dark clouds flew above White Cloud Mountain, it only took a dozen breaths.
When the dark clouds enveloped White Cloud Mountain, it was followed by an extreme pressure. At this moment, everyone in the ancestral court of White Cloud Mountain, from the low-level disciples to the elders of the peaks, felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts. They couldn't breathe.
More than ten black dragons emerged from the dark clouds and circled above White Cloud Mountain. The scene was spectacular and oppressive.
One of the black dragons opened its mouth, and Ao Feng's voice rumbled out. "Li Mu, you little thief, and that old fellow who drew talismans, come out!"
Li Mu and Fu Daozi immediately flew into the sky. Then, Tian Jizi, Yuzhen Zi, and the other two Grand Supreme Elders also quickly rushed over.
Apart from Jadesun Zi, who was far away in the Pill Cauldron Sect, although the current Fu-lu School already had six Seventh Realm cultivators, they couldn't compare to the dozen or so black dragons in the sky in terms of numbers or pressure.
Six of the dozen or so black dragons exuded Seventh Realm pressure.
The other six also had Sixth Realm auras.
After the previous humiliation, Ao Feng was determined to take back the Sun Shooting Bow in one fell swoop. This time, the Black Dragon race's elites were all present. The four great elders of the Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning were all present. In addition to the current Black Dragon race's Dragon King Ao An, the prodigy Ao Wu who left the Dragon race many years ago, and all the Sixth Realm juniors in the race, this force was enough to flatten Fu-lu School!
Li Mu looked at the flaunting group of giant dragons above his head and was a little surprised.
The Dragon race was indeed as powerful as the Ancient Mutated Beasts. Just the Black Dragon race alone had six Seventh Realm cultivators. With their powerful individual strength and numerous other powerful cultivators, they could suppress almost any sect in the entire continent except for the Demon Sect and Xuanzong.
Ao Feng roared from above, "Hand over the Sun Shooting Bow, and I'll spare your lives. Otherwise, after today, there will be no Fu-lu School in this world!"
As his voice fell, the dozen or so giant dragons roared in unison. Their voices reverberated through the heavens and earth. The low-level disciples of Fu-lu School all covered their ears, their expressions pained. The peak masters immediately used their magic to protect them, preventing them from getting hurt.
Li Mu looked up at them and said indifferently, "You're bullying us with more dragons, right?"
Ao Feng sneered and said, "What do you want?"
Li Mu looked at Xuan Jizi, and Xuan Jizi nodded. With a wave of his hand, four rays of light shot out and landed on the four pillars carved with runes on the main peak's square.
As the rays of magic power entered, the four pillars suddenly emitted a white light.
In the next moment, four whirlpools suddenly appeared in the four directions of the main peak. The Pill Cauldron Sect's Sect Master, Wuchen Zi, walked out from one of the whirlpools with Jadesun and two Grand Supreme Elders.
The Spirit Array Sect's Sect Master and two Grand Supreme Elders walked out from another whirlpool.
The Southern Sect's Sect Master and two Grand Supreme Elders, and the Northern Sect's Sect Master and two Grand Supreme Elders appeared in the last two whirlpools.
The five Daoist sects had a total of nineteen Seventh Realm cultivators. They surrounded the dozen or so giant dragons in the middle.
Finally, a giant bell descended from the sky. While it covered everyone, it also completely sealed off the entire area.
Looking at the Black Dragon race that was completely stunned, Li Mu said indifferently, "Do you think that you're the only ones who know how to bully with numbers?"
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