Gaowu: The Strongest Legend in Mythology

Li Mu is iron-blooded and cold-blooded.

The middle-aged scribe must be killed today.

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Liang Sheng looked at Li Mu gratefully, knowing that he could not kill the enemy with his own strength, and he could only use Da Gan's power to get revenge.

The middle-aged scribe looked gloomy.

Drive him to the edge.

The opponent has already killed Shengxuan Yisheng.

He has no doubt about the ruthlessness of the other party. As long as there is a chance, he will definitely kill him ruthlessly.

The wind of death swept through.

The middle-aged scribe crushed the black bead in his hand, boom! A coldness from the bottom of my heart, the torrent of death inside, washed out.

This black bead is equivalent to a sacred weapon.

Refined from the death of countless creatures.

It is much rarer than many sacred artifacts.

Can only be used once.

He believed extremely in the power of the black bead. He had spent thousands of years and invested endless energy in it. Even if it exploded, even the Heavenly Saint would not be able to withstand it directly.

Otherwise, the origin of the Holy Path will be stripped away by the power of death.

At the same time, the explosion of death power is also impacting the Eight Formations.

Rumbling, like a huge sea tide, the ocean of death directly impacted Li Mu. The infinite and ferocious ghost roared, stretched out its hand, and pulled Li Mu.

This is not critical.

Inside, there are several souls from the holy realm, which have turned into the black color of death.

Of course, he did not kill this sage, but the opponents killed by the Shengxuan Dynasty in countless battles.

"Today, your life is necessary!"

The middle-aged scribe roared with resentment.

This is his greatest means of saving life, and it is also what he relies on to maintain his status as a sage in the Shengxuan Dynasty.

After using it up this time, he didn't know how long it would take and how many lives he killed before it could be condensed again.

The hatred is overwhelming.

At this moment, the torrent of death had submerged Li Mu.

"With crooked ways, it is difficult to stop a mighty force, and a powerful force is invincible."

Li Mu stands tall and majestic.

The iron-blooded battlefield is sweeping wildly.

Countless thousands of troops and horses appeared in the war field, like summoning heroic spirits, spanning the epic of years and running through the torrent of time and space. Launch an iron-blooded strike.

This method frightened and shocked countless people.

Li Mu charged forward with the heroes of the ancient battlefield, and the torrent of death collapsed during his charge.

The countless death souls that had been sucked in all collapsed one after another, trying to free them.

"Can't stop it!"

The middle-aged scribe was so frightened that he backed away.

He regarded it as the most powerful method, but when he came to Li Mu, he did not obtain a very useful method, but was pushed and destroyed by him.

He was almost frightened.

Li Mu fired his gun heavily, and the torrent of iron-blooded war hit the middle-aged scribe's body, beating his body until it exploded and covered it inside.

Shengxuan Sage was extremely shocked and angry.

The middle-aged scribe cannot escape.

In fact, it is extremely difficult to kill a saint. If you can't defeat it, you can still run away.

But Zhuge Liang was here, sealing the sky and the earth, blocking the middle-aged scribe's escape route.

Although the middle-aged scribe practiced the law of death and regarded other people's lives as ants, when his own death came, he was more frightened than anyone else.

Death is too cruel, and tens of thousands of years of cultivation have all turned into phantoms.

"Sir, save me!"

The middle-aged scribe asked Gu Tianyou for help.

But there was no way Gu Tianyou could save him.

Li Jing transformed into a heavenly king and attacked. Although he was a heavenly saint, the terrifying power left him unable to do anything.

"Altar of War!"

Li Mu held up a terrifying holy weapon.

A blood-stained altar stood in the void.

He actually absorbed the torrent of death and made a sacrifice, then the blazing iron-blooded fire of war rushed out and hit the middle-aged scribe.

The middle-aged scribe was completely distorted.

He struggled wildly.

He was actually being sacrificed.

"no, do not want!"

The fire of sacrifice burns in him.

The middle-aged scribe knew clearly that this was different from Li Cunxiao's direct killing, and that this person's method of sacrificing him was even more terrifying.

The power of his sage vibrates crazily, trying to seize the fortune of heaven and earth.

But all he did was in vain.

The only chance of survival is for other saints to bombard the altar from the outside.

Unfortunately, no.

The middle-aged scribe gradually became distorted.

His whole body became illusory, being sucked into the altar and burning.

No matter how strong the vitality of the Saint Realm expert is, he cannot withstand such torture.

The middle-aged scribe completely disappeared.

Sacrificed by Li Mu.

Battlefield fryer.

Another saint died on the battlefield.

A heavy blow to their military morale.

And this not only represents the defeat of the war, even if they also suffered a huge life threat.

The balance of the battlefield has been disrupted.

Li Mu killed one sage and did not stop. Instead, he killed another sage, hoping to use the same method to replicate the results.

As for the army, it was pushed past by the vast army.

In this battle, all Daqian soldiers are elites who have destroyed the country and have experienced hundreds of battles.

The Shengxuan army is not weak, but after all, it is only part of the army, and after the death of the two saints.

Where is the fighting spirit?

Before, he laughed at the other party, which was seeking death.

But now, they are the ones being slapped in the face mercilessly and looking for death.

The loss is too great.

It was able to maintain a basic balance before the start, but now it just collapsed.

"This war is unsustainable!"

Gu Tianyou also realized that something was wrong.

The war situation is out of control.

The original plan was that although Li Jing could block him, he believed that with his own strength, he could exhaust his strength and then defeat the whole army.

but now.

Li Mu killed other sages.

Huo Qubing and Li Cunxiao pushed across the battlefield.

The key is.

The Eight Formations of Sealing Heaven and Locking Earth.

Zhuge Liang's actions made him feel the greatest threat.

If he continues to fight like this, Li Jing's sage will be completely dead before he exhausts Li Jing's power.

"Exit the Yanhuang!"

Gu Tianyou angrily issued an evacuation order.

"withdraw?"

The expression of Shengxuan Sage changed. The situation was so bad that even the Sage could not control the field and could only retreat.

They didn't want to continue the fight either.

Two saints died, and countless armies perished.

This hatred is overwhelming.

They must run back to Xuantian to bring in reinforcements and invite more strong men.

Gu Tianyou no longer insisted on dealing with Li Jing, but came down, and the holy power shook the eight formations, breaking the power that blocked the world.

Zhuge Liang smiled lightly.

Shengxuan has been defeated and will withdraw from the battlefield to see how much more results can be achieved.