I have become immortal, Taoist friends still need to be diligent

The middle-aged evil cultivator saw that Li Mu's nine disciples were so decisive and never hesitated when it came to escaping. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up to Li Mu's nine disciples.

But his attack did not stop. In just a moment, he and the groom joined the battle group.

With the addition of him and the groom, Zhang Fugui's people discovered that this person was not far from the realm of immortality, and there was even just a layer of window paper left.

There is only one chance to break through, and the method is extremely powerful, which is far beyond what Zhang Fugui and others can resist.

And he also has a groom, whose strength seems to be higher than that of the middle-aged monk, because he only showed a slight hint of strength and instantly blocked the retreat of Fugui and others.

"Junior brother and sister, it was the senior brother who brought you to this situation. Let the senior brother find a way out for you today."

"Elder brother..."

Seeing that all escape routes for him and others had been blocked, Zhang Fugui's eyes were determined. Then at the cost of burning his life, he quickly raised his strength to another level, took out the hammer he carried with him, and transformed himself into a hammer.

Injecting all the life force in his body into the hammer, he headed towards the barrier set up by the groom who was intercepting the retreat of Li Mu's nine disciples.

"Bang~"

"Big brother"

After a burst of crying, Zhang Fugui's life disappeared between heaven and earth, and his sledgehammer lived up to expectations and broke through the barrier, finding a glimmer of life for his junior sister.

"Junior brother and sister, we must not let down senior brother's hope and escape as soon as possible..."

The eldest brother is dead, but the second brother is still there.

The moment Zhang Fugui died, Zhao Ergou felt the endless responsibilities on his shoulders pressing on him, and he chose to shoulder that heavy responsibility.

Then he spent all his energy to take out the chess pieces he carried and quickly arranged the formation.

Trying to rely on these formations to slow down the enemy's attack.

"Pfft~"

"Pfft~"

……

"It's interesting, you guys are really talented,"

"But it's a pity that you have successfully angered me. I can't say anything today to save your life."

The middle-aged evil cultivator was not angry when he saw Zhao Ergou continuously setting up formations. He just signaled with his eyes, and his men went to break the formations arranged by Zhao Ergou one by one.

But when the middle-aged evil cultivator saw that Zhang Ergou and others were very powerful and young, he couldn't help but feel some love for talents. But who was he? He is a middle-aged evil cultivator who has gone through countless years and has long since worn away his kind side.

He was not allowed to have a trace of kindness, so the next moment, he let the groom turn into a huge dark cloud palm and rush towards Zhao Ergou's chessboard.

"Wow~~~"

The chessboard arranged by Zhao Ergou was large, big enough to fit several mountains, but under the black palm made of huge dark clouds, the chessboard was still torn apart.

And when the chess game failed, Zhao Ergou's life also came to an end. After all, he had just placed his focus on the chess game. When the chess game is there, he is here. If the chess game is destroyed, he will be gone.

"Second senior brother?"

There was another miserable cry, Zhao Ergou was gone, and the efforts made by Zhang Fugui and Zhao Ergou only delayed the enemy's attack for a moment.

Then the third child came on again.

The fourth child, the fifth child, the sixth child, the seventh child, and the eighth child.

Finally, under the constant resistance of his brothers, Lao Jiu was lucky enough to save his life.

He escaped, but he was seriously injured and seemed likely to die at any time.

But he secretly told himself that he could never die like this. How could he die in such a miserable and lonely way without avenging his revenge.

With this belief in mind, the ninth disciple An Dazhuang stumbled all the way to fly outside Li Mu's residence.

"Master~"

When he saw Li Mu still looking into the distance from the roof, An Dazhuang couldn't bear it anymore and cried out instantly.

And this cry also affected all the injuries on his body. An Dazhuang's life had officially entered a countdown state.

"I'm home?"

When Li Mu saw A Dazhuang's appearance, he was not anxious, but asked calmly.

"Yes."

After An Dazhuang heard Li Mu's question, he fell into a moment of reflection. His mind was particularly clear. When he heard Li Mu's question, he seemed to have returned to the morning sun, which was very warm.

“It’s good to be back”

"Uh-huh."

Bai Dazhuang seems to have known that he is about to reach the end of his life, but he has no regrets at all, because he has come to Li Mu. It was Li Mu who gave him the key to the outside world. Now, he is about to die, but he has come to Li Mu's side. , this is undoubtedly a good reincarnation.

"Master and..."

"I know."

The only thing that An Dazhuang couldn't let go was that his senior brother and sister had not yet come to avenge him, so he quickly wanted to say something to Li Mu, but was interrupted by Li Mu's reassuring look.

"Come with me."

"Where to go?"

"Go find your senior brother and sister."

"Okay, Master."

An Dazhuang was on his deathbed at this time, and his mind gradually began to lose consciousness, but he still answered Li Mu's questions seriously.

He didn't even think about it, where would he find his brothers and sisters if they were dead?

"Mr. Li, what's wrong with Mr. Jiu?"

At this moment, some villagers also gathered around. After all, there was so much noise when An Dazhuang came back that the whole village heard it.

"It's okay, he's just tired. Just rest for a while."

Li Mu looked at the concerned expressions on the faces of the villagers who were asking questions, then smiled slightly and said to the villagers.

But the villagers did not believe what Li Mu said, because in their eyes, An Dazhuang was obviously at his last moment. His face was pale, and there was blood everywhere on his body. He even had one leg and arm broken, and his waist There were also huge wounds.

They didn't believe Li Mu and said that An Dazhuang had no problem. They only believed that Li Mu might have been hit hard and they were talking nonsense.

"Mr. Li, do you need us to do anything?"

The villagers really couldn't stand it anymore, so the village chief finally came forward and made the decision. Help Li Mu, who is frustrated at this time.

"But, you all come to the front of my yard. I have nine coffins here. Please help me write the names of each of my disciples on the coffins."

"..."

Li Mu still showed a gentle smile, but what he said made the villagers' noses sore.

But the villagers did not object to Li Mu's plan, and then nine coffins were arranged at the place Li Mu said. Then, under the gaze of the villagers, Li Mu drew strokes on each coffin. Each disciple is a wooden figure of what he looked like when he was alive.

Of course, An Dazhuang was excepted. An Dazhuang finally passed away in Li Mu's arms, but his body was still there, so Li Mu gave him a wooden leg and a wooden arm.

"Okay, help me, put all my disciples into the coffin, and then carve their names on the outside of the coffin."

After the matter was done, Li Mu said to the villagers as if nothing had happened.

"Ok."

The village chief did not dare to say anything. Although his eldest grandson was still among them, he could only hold back his tears and carved a trembling name for Zhang Fugui.

"Haha, so you are their master? I guess you also have certain abilities."

"I didn't expect that a hermit like you could be hidden in this mountainous countryside. It's really good."