The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Yuan Dingyi knew that this was his best chance.

Originally his purpose was just to escape.

He had learned the lesson just now, and he was no match for Li Muchen.

But when he saw that Li Muchen was not only in a state of confusion, he was also dancing like crazy.

Then he thought of counterattack.

Yuan Dingyi is not overestimating his abilities.

He thought that the reason why Li Muchen was so powerful was because he entered the secret realm and learned the secret techniques of the ancient witches.

He never thought that Li Muchen came from Tiandu.

Now that I see Li Muchen's crazy look, I am even more convinced that my guess is correct.

They are not from the witch clan and have no foundation. When they first learn witchcraft, the more advanced the method, the easier it is for them to go astray.

Yuan Dingyi himself was greedy for too much and quick when he was young. He rashly learned exercises that he shouldn't have learned, which led to him going wrong and causing serious health problems.

And once the witchcraft goes wrong, it will backfire on itself, which is very powerful.

Yuan Dingyi thought that Li Muchen's body was no longer under his control at this time, just like a master jump rope, just an advanced jump rope.

He was so happy that he took out a bone flute from his body, put it to his lips, and started playing.

The sound of the bone flute cut through the air sharply, as sharp as a sword, and matched with Li Muchen's dance of the demon, melodious and ups and downs.

Hearing this voice, Li Muchen's anger became even stronger. He couldn't stop his sword dance and moved faster and faster.

He became faster, and the sound of the bone flute also became faster, and the rhythm followed him.

Not long after, the sound of the bone flute suddenly became louder, resounding through the sky, and the rhythm no longer followed, but surpassed Li Muchen's dance steps.

Li Muchen seemed not to be outdone, and also sped up his movements, closely following the rhythm of the bone flute.

In this way, one person plays the flute and the other dances. The whole hall is filled with the shadow of the sword and the sound of the bone flute.

Over time, it became airtight. Outsiders looking over could neither see the man nor the sword, nor could they hear the rhythm of the music.

All he saw was a hazy black light and a continuous scream.

After a long time, there was a crash, and the hall collapsed and turned into ruins.

The screams suddenly stopped.

Li Muchen stood in the ruins and struck the ground with his sword.

Yuan Dingyi slowly put down the bone flute on his lips.

His face and forehead were covered with sweat, and his clothes were soaked with sweat.

But he didn't realize it and just touched his beloved bone flute.

This is a magic weapon of the Witch Clan, made from eagle bones. Sound can be captivating.

Although it consumes a lot of mana, he believes that Li Muchen consumes more mana than him.

How much mana can a young man in his early twenties accumulate, even if he started practicing from his mother's womb?

What if I have the chance to learn the secrets of ancient witchcraft? So what if I have an artifact in my hand?

Without mana, everything is empty.

What's more, he was in a state of confusion and was going crazy. The sword in his hand was his life-saving talisman.

The more artifact it is, the more mana it consumes when dancing.

Yuan Dingyi looked at Li Muchen coldly: "How is it? Isn't it very pleasant? Even better than with a woman? Oh, no, you must have never tasted that, right? It's a pity that you are still a young girl and you are about to die!" "

Li Muchen raised his head and glared at him.

Yuan Dingyi was startled and took a few steps back. But he had almost exhausted all his mana at this moment. He stumbled over the rocks in the ruins and almost fell down.

He quickly stabilized his body, adjusted his breathing, took out a pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Looking at Li Muchen again, he was still punching the ground with his sword, his hands were resting on the hilt of the sword, and his whole body was pressing on it. It looked like he would definitely fall if not for the support of the sword.

The power of the medicine dissipated quickly, and Yuan Dingyi felt that his western limbs were comfortable and full of strength. He laughed and said:

"Boy, how can you not bring some medicine to restore your vitality when traveling around the world? But you won't have the chance to bring it with you in the future. Today, I will send you back to the west to meet your stupid father!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly saw Li Muchen standing up.

At that moment, the sky surged with wind and clouds, and the mountains and rivers turned pale.

A black sword energy burst out from Li Muchen's hand, like a black giant dragon, and it pounced on Yuan Dingyi.

Boom.

Yuan Dingyi's body disappeared without a trace.

The hill in the distance was split from it.

A long crack was left in the ground.

Li Muchen stood among the ruins, holding a sword in one hand, like a god of war.

On Maoshan Mountain, from the impassable hilltop, several points of green light flew up and landed in front of Wanning Palace.

"What happened?"

Several old Taoist priests looked at the ruins of Wanning Palace and asked with a frown.

At this time, another green light fell to the ground, but it was Gu Shoumo, the abbot of Wanfu Palace.

When he saw the old Taoists, he saluted and said, "Uncles, why have you been alerted?"

One of the veterans snorted: "We are not dead people. How can we not be alarmed by such a big movement?"

Another one pointed at Li Muchen and said, "Who is this kid? He has such a violent spirit? Where is Junior Brother Dingyi? How come someone comes to Wanning Palace to act wild and he doesn't even show up?"

Gu Shoumo glanced at Li Muchen, then at the ruins, and frowned.

He was afraid that the old Taoists would be angry, so he quickly said: "Uncles, please don't misunderstand me. This Mr. Li is from Tiandu."

"What?" Several veteran Taoists were surprised, "Is this true?"

Gu Shoumo said: "Of course it is true, I have seen Tiandu Ling."

The old Taoists all bowed and saluted: "I have seen the envoy of Tiandu!"

Li Muchen raised his hand to express his disdain.

He has not yet recovered physically and mentally at this moment, especially the aura of hostility. Even the Taoist priests can feel it, which shows how strong it is.

And this is what the Taoist priests are puzzled about. How come the messengers from Heaven are full of hostility?

"Master Li, what's going on? Where is Yuan Dingyi?"

"Dead." Li Muchen said calmly.

"What?" All the veterans were shocked, "How did you die?"

"I killed him." Li Muchen's tone was already very indifferent.

An old man with a somewhat violent temper changed his expression, but because he didn't dare to get angry when he heard the word "Tiandu", he managed to calm down and said:

"Why did you kill me, Junior Brother Dingyi? Even if you are the envoy of Tiandu, you cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately! If you can't show off your ugly appearance, even if you offend Tiandu, our brothers will not let you go down the mountain!"

Gu Shoumo knew that Yuan Dingyi must have offended Li Muchen, but he didn't know about the Li family's affairs and only thought it was related to the Pan family.

Li Muchen killed Yuan Dingyi like this, and Gu Shoumo was also a little unhappy. Tiandu is the supreme immortal among the world, and everyone respects you, but the immortal of Tiandu cannot kill people casually, and he is not an ancient emperor, nor is he a descendant of the emperor.

Gu Shoumo was afraid that things would get serious, so he quickly tried to persuade him: "Uncles, Mr. Li must have a reason for doing this..."

Before he finished speaking, the old man became angry.

Gu Shoumo was his junior, and his anger just happened to be directed at Gu Shoumo.

"Hmph! You are asked to be the abbot of Wanfu Palace and act as the headmaster of Maoshan. It's better for you. One of your own was beaten to death and you still speak for outsiders. What's more, this person is your uncle! The abbot of Wanning Palace is in charge of it just like you. From Maoshan. If you are so weak, what qualifications do you have to be the headmaster of Maoshan!"

Gu Shoumo knelt down in panic: "Uncle Master, listen to me..."

Suddenly I heard Li Muchen say: "No need to explain. When I killed Yuan Dingyi, I killed the scum of the Taoist sect. It is you, Maoshan, who need to explain. For raising such scum without knowing it, I think you old Taoists should all Go face the wall and think about it!”

After that, Wu Guang Yijuan flew away with Ma Shan and Lang Yuwen.

Several veterans were stunned and wanted to catch up, but found that they couldn't catch up.

The old Taoist stomped his foot: "Hey, what the hell is going to do to you, bullshit! I want to go to Kunlun, I want to sue him!"

Suddenly I saw a disciple running over from a distance, knelt down and said: "Reporting to the master uncles, Mr. Li is not wrong. The master just now... no, Yuan Dingyi personally admitted that he was responsible for the death of Master Kui... "

"what?"

At this moment, all the experienced people were stunned.

After listening to the disciples' narratives, the veteran Taoists all knelt down and knelt down in the direction where Li Muchen disappeared.