Eternal Life: The Emperor Has Gone Mad

Headmaster Longhu looked desperate.

Is this the power of becoming a god?

He is in the late Nascent Soul stage and has the blessing of a large formation, so he is not the enemy of the other party?

The oncoming palms seemed to be an iron curtain sealing off all directions, and he had no way to retreat.

"I hope Zhenxuan can escape!"

Headmaster Longhu had no choice but to raise his palm to greet him again.

boom!

When the two palms came into contact, his body was riddled with holes and blood spattered all over his body.

boom!

Another palm,

The Nascent Soul monks who came to help were beaten to pieces.

boom!

The third palm,

Headmaster Longhu's whole body was shattered.

Seeing that the other party was still trying to intercept his movements, Li Yannian didn't take it seriously.

For one thing, he is not Bai Yujing. He really has no grudges against the other party. They are just a bunch of little shrimps, so just run away if you want.

Secondly, in his opinion, Ningyuan Paradise will definitely perish and be destroyed in the end, so dying early and dying later makes no difference.

Li Yannian's last palm landed directly on the head of the half-kneeling Master Longhu.

Click!

The true energy flowed all the way down the skull, instantly extinguishing the vitality of Master Longhu.

At this point, all the seven Nascent Souls of Dragon and Tiger were destroyed. Due to the power that Li Yannian leaked intentionally or unintentionally, countless monks were involved in the aftermath of the battle and died tragically.

He glanced down.

Luo Xuan was leading his disciples back and forth to kill, as if they were in a deserted place.

With Li Yannian's spiritual help, ordinary Jindan monks were no match for them.

The wailing, cursing, and begging for mercy even overwhelmed the sounds of the battle.

"It's over!"

Li Yannian stretched out his hand.

Buzz!

The green jade sword flew back to his hand.

"Master, you have gone too far."

"Noisy."

Li Yannian scolded coldly, and then slashed with his sword. The dense sword energy fell like raindrops, first as dots, then as lines, and finally the sword energy connected into a hazy rain curtain covering the entire Longhu Mountain.

Countless blood spurted out, and the bright blood gradually became transparent and disappeared as the rain continued to wash it away.

"The dragon and tiger are destroyed!"

Li Yannian stood with his hands behind his back.

Luo Xuan, who was on the ground, led all his disciples to kneel down below him.

Li Yannian said calmly: "Go away, all the spiritual objects here belong to you, go and choose the ones you like."

"After your storage of magical treasures is filled, the remaining items will be put into the sect's treasury!"

Luo Xuan nodded fiercely: "No!"

The faces of the disciples still showed the excitement and joy after the killing.

Years of humiliation have finally been washed away with blood. At this moment, Li Yannian is a god in their hearts. I am afraid that they would not hesitate to ask them to commit suicide if Li Yannian asked them to commit suicide.

The news that Longhu Mountain was wiped out was like a whirlwind that instantly spread throughout the entire Ningyuan Blessed Land.

The blessed land that had been peaceful for thousands of years was boiling again, and countless people were watching and watching this land in the southwest.

The name Bai Yujing was once again recited by millions of people, just like when he broke through to become a god.

The ambitious people saw hope, the prudent people saw turmoil, and the high-ranking big shots felt a little uneasy, and things were going a route they had never imagined.

Luo Tianmeng.

Tianxing Pavilion.

Top floor.

In the dark space, a bright Milky Way flows slowly, with countless stars flickering in and out.

This pavilion attracts the essence of the stars above, connects the power of the earth veins below, and carries the aura of heaven and earth in the middle. It is a first-class cultivation and retreat place in Ningyuan Blessed Land. The upper two floors are where the high-level officials of the alliance handle government affairs.

Twelve shrines are arranged in a circle, and various sculptures are placed inside. These sculptures are the symbols of the twelve gates.

Within the circle are three altars.

Ding!

Suddenly the shrines lit up.

The sculptures inside turned into formations, and soon a figure that was either elegant, calm, or mysterious slowly emerged from the formations.

"Everyone is polite!"

On the eleventh day, all the Taoist monks bowed their heads and bowed.

Except for the shrine with the dragon, tiger and jade Ruyi, there was no movement at all. All the real masters of the twelve sects gathered here.

"Have the people from Longhu Clan not arrived yet?"

Someone asked, his voice as clear as the roar of a crane.

"Only one Foundation Builder is left waiting quietly at the bottom."

"There is no golden elixir?"

"good."

"It's really lawless." Someone yelled angrily.

"That sword master is really becoming more and more murderous."

"If this matter is not dealt with, where will the prestige of Luo Tianmeng be?"

"Be careful, the three venerables have made the decision on this matter. We don't need to make any decisions." The monk who was the first to speak said calmly, "Bring the people from the Longhu Sect in. The three venerables may have something to ask him specifically. "

"good!"

A female cultivator took off her hairpin and flicked it out.

Wow!

The Milky Way rotated and fell downwards, and soon brought Zhenxuan up.

"Junior, Longhumen Zhenxuan pays homage to all the elders."

Zhenxuan's hair turned gray overnight.

He was too tired.

During these days, he could not rest for a moment. As soon as he closed his eyes, the tragic situation of Longhumen appeared in his mind, and the bloody faces of the elders of the division appeared in front of him. However, when he opened his eyes, he faced another A childish and confused face.

The living and the dead were like two huge mountains that almost crushed his back.

"Elders please make the decision for Longhumen!"

He cried and bowed to the ground.

"Please come, no need to be polite."

The sound of the crane sounded again, and the man waved his sleeves, and Zhenxuan floated into the shrine.

"The three venerables will definitely make the decision for the Dragon and Tiger Gate. Please be patient, be cautious, and be careful with your words."

After saying this, the man closed his eyes and meditated. Although Zhenxuan had thousands of words, he did not dare to express them and could only forcefully suppress his emotions.

The other masters also adjusted their breaths silently, and the whole space fell silent.

About a stick of incense passed.

An illusory figure appeared out of thin air.

"I've met Venerable Qingyang!"

The young man in green robe nodded slightly. Behind his head, a round of green sun slowly rotated. In an instant, the Milky Way in Tianxing Pavilion turned into strands of silver light and disappeared. He sat cross-legged as if waiting. who.

Not long after, pieces of white paper flew out from the altar on the right, and they condensed into an old and sinister old man.

"Is Heavenly Sword still in the future?"

"Maybe something delayed me."

"Could it be that he went to Bai Yujing and tried his best?" the sinister old man said with a smile.

Venerable Qingyang smiled lightly and said, "If that's the case, it will be easy for you and me."

While talking and laughing, a middle-aged sword cultivator also appeared in the altar on the left. The masters of the twelve sects felt their eyes sting slightly just by looking at this clone.

"What do you think about Bai Yujing's incident?"

Lord Tianjian went straight to the topic as soon as he arrived.

"It's up to you to make the decision." Venerable Qingyang said calmly.

"That's what I mean too." Lord Coffin also looked indifferent.

Anyway, the first person Bai Yujing wants to cause trouble for is definitely not his coffin palace.

At worst, he would come out to clean up the mess after both Heavenly Sword and Yujian were injured.

"you!"

Lord Tianjian looked angry.

The three of them pulled for a while, and suddenly the Coffin Master's expression changed slightly.

"what happened?"

"With such palpitations, could it be that Bai Yujing wants to kill him in the Coffin Palace?"

"This is impossible, he can't be so ignorant!"

"What's going on?"

The venerable body in the coffin palace suddenly opened his eyes.

"Tiankuizi?!"