The Divine Martial Stars

A tall old man with a gold hoop on his head and a girl on his shoulders punched out with surging strength and invincible momentum. His opponent was an old woman who held a black staff in her hand and waved it with overpowering momentum. From every move, they seemed to perish together…

On the other side, there was a pair of beautiful sisters, who were confronting a group of men and women who wore clothes from Sorcerer tribes in the far south. Although they did not make a move, there was a kind of strange power around them. The breath was like a dam that was ready to collapse.

The situation in the Fairy Hall was extremely tense.

In the middle of the four groups of people, there was a bronze bell on a white jade altar.

The bell was made of brass, one meter high, with a small upper part that was wide at the bottom. As if it were weightless, it floated in the light of the white jade altar and slowly rotated. There were strange inscriptions and seal scripts on the body of the bell, which were densely packed. The handle was longer than the bell and was two meters long, on which a sculpture of a flat river was carved in an irregular and very strange shape!

"Fallen-soul Bell?" when the hook-nosed man first saw it, he exclaimed in surprise.

The four disciples suddenly gasped and their eyes sparkled with greed.

"Who is it?"

The burly old man and the old woman, who were currently engaged in a battle, were extremely alert. They immediately retreated and looked in the direction of the entrance of the hall.

The two beautiful sisters and the Sorcerer tribe members also stopped fighting at the same time, lest the others would benefit from the battle.

When Li Mu had sneaked to the front of the jade altar and was about to touch the Fallen-soul Bell, he felt that four strings of extremely horrible force came over and locked him down like a flood.

Li Mu clearly felt that if he reached out to grab the Fallen-soul Bell, he would definitely be attacked by the four masters at the same time.

This was f*cking embarrassing.

"Don't get me wrong, everyone. I just want to touch it to see if the bell is made of copper, hehe…" Li Mu was stunned and laughed. Then he spread out his hands and slowly stepped back to avoid becoming the target.

These four masters were all very strong and could not be compared to the four crooked disciples. Li Mu would dare to fight against them one by one alone, but it was a little dangerous to fight against four masters alone.

The other four also let out a sigh of relief when they saw this.

Judging by Li Mu's outfit, he seemed to be a beggar, but they couldn't tell his identity or background. They didn't know who he was. He sneaked in just now really fast. If it weren't for someone screaming at the door of the hall, they probably wouldn't have noticed that Li Mu was already here.

"My four masters, I'm sorry that I was discovered. I failed." Li Mu walked to the door, nodded to those four people and then stood behind the four disciples.

The hook-nosed man and the other three were dumbfounded.

"Expert, what's wrong with you? Why do you call me master?"

"Act lively. If you hadn't been able to be calm, I would have seized the bell." Li Mu scolded them via sound transmission.

The hook-nosed man and the other three seemed to understand something.

He meant to use the four to attract the attention of the enemies.

But could they oppose it? Of course not.

"Ahem…" The hook-nosed man coughed and slowly walked into the hall, saying, "Anyone who sees a treasure in the Divine Tomb can have a share. We are qualified to compete for the Fallen-soul Bell."

"That's right," the unibrowed man said with a sneer.

The other two disciples were lined up in a row.

"The Hunyuan Sect?" The old woman glanced at them and said with a smile, "You little minions were ordered here, having just stepped onto the bridge of life and death. If you don't want to die, get lost." This old woman, who looked feeble, was powerful.

"Grandma, aren't you afraid you'll bite your tongue if you talk fast?" The hook-nosed man said with a cold laugh, "From the looks of it, you're just a rogue practitioner. You are too old to fight. Get lost."

"Bastard, you're courting death." The old woman waved her black staff and charged forward madly. Her staff technique was mysterious and her strength was terrifying.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" The hook-nosed man clapped his hands and a faint light flashed. Two black-golden sledgehammers appeared out of his palms and rushed at the woman.

"Boom!"

The black staff collided with the hammer, and golden light shot out in all directions.

The hook-nosed man retreated on the spot, and his face was a little pale. He shouted, "This crazy old woman is so powerful. Brothers, let's fight together."

The unibrowed man conjured a long yellow stick with inscriptions and went up to help him to attack.

The hall was immediately filled with the sounds of clinking.

The Hunyuan Sect followed the route of the Golden Body of Origin and cultivated their physical bodies, whose disciples were all very strong and chose heavy weapons, such as hammers and sticks. Their fighting styles were so fierce.

As the two cooperated, they could barely block this old woman in a short time.

But Li Mu could see that the two of them were bound to lose as time went by.

Although this white-haired woman looked skinny and weak and her five fingers were like chicken claws, she was tough and strong. She could use an ordinary black staff to smash a void with overbearing momentum.

The peace was broken as soon as the fight began. The burly elder strode toward the Fallen-soul Bell.

"Old monkey, how dare you!" In the Sorcerer Tribe, the boy, who was in the arms of the glamorous girl, was anxious.

As he yelled, a string of white light from the jade plate in his hands was poured into a strong man from the Devil Tribe beside him, who used to be very ordinary but now was surrounded by white light, as if he was possessed by a god. His body swelled and his momentum rose sharply. He strode toward the burly man and threw a punch at him.

"Boom!"

The old man and the burly man from the Sorcerer tribe battled in a dead heat.

"Hehe… It's fun." The little girl, who was wearing a red belly-binder and sat on the old man's shoulders, smiled and swung her hands, then the red cloth in her hand, like a red python, neatly shot out and rolled toward the Fallen-soul Bell.

"How dare you steal the treasure in front of me?" The younger sister of the two females suddenly pulled out the long knife on her waist in a tone like a little adult. With a flash of the knife, she cut the red silk into several pieces.

The pieces fluttered in the air, flew back to regather into a whole one, and wrapped around the girl's white and tender arm.

"You are a bad guy." The red-bellied girl rubbed her nose with grievance and said, "I'm going to beat you."

As she spoke, she jumped directly from the old man's shoulders and turned into a red light, which was as fast as lightning and came straight at the two beautiful sisters.

"Another one who wants to die."

On her sister's face, there was a coldness that was not commensurate with her age. She held a machete that was taller than her with both hands and waved it a few times.

The saber light was flashing.

How powerful the broadsword technique was!

Li Mu, who was on the other side, was shocked.

"This little girl is so sophisticated, who is so familiar with the Dao-using methods." In terms of swordsmanship alone, Li Mu even thought that she was superior to him.

This was the swordsmanship of a sect from outer space.

However, the girl moved flexibly, as if invisibly, moving back and forth in the saber light and constantly fighting back.

Li Mu and Guo Yuqing looked at each other and felt a little shocked.

"Could the children of outer space be so early-maturing and so powerful?"

At this time, the entire Fairy Palace had become chaotic.

Only the sister among the two girls had no opponent, so she walked toward the jade stone altar and wanted to pick up the Fallen-soul Bell. But as Li Mu winked, the remaining two of the four drew out two long sticks and surrounded her.

The battle broke out again.

Li Mu and Guo Yuqing, dressed in messy armor, were full of weapons. Like two beggars, they stood at the door of the main hall and looked at them in a well-behaved manner, as if without the master's demeanor, they would not move at all.

"Puff!"

The hook-nose man was knocked out by the old woman's cane, and his big hammer was smashed. He was weaker and his weapon was also far inferior to the black stick.

"Master, take the weapon." Li Mu looked extremely loyal, immediately throwing the long-handled podao in his hand over without hesitation. This was a high-quality Taoist instrument that he picked up in the outer city, not inferior to the hammer.

"Good, you've done a good job. The two of you, be honest and watch the battle. Don't step into the main hall without my order." The hook-nosed man caught the long saber and slashed out more than a dozen times. He shouted with great momentum, "You are too weak. Any of the afterwinds can kill you. Do you understand?"

Li Mu appreciated him. This hook-nosed man was really a talent, a senior actor. He hurriedly said, "Yes, Master." As he spoke, he took a few steps back, as if he was afraid of being affected.

Guo Yuqing also retreated in a hurry.

The battle in the Fairy Hall began once more.

This Fallen-soul Bell was obviously a good thing, which was absolutely more valuable than the Heart-attacking Pestle in the Cloud Palace. When Li Mu stood at the door of the main hall with the hook-nosed man and exclaimed, he was sure of this point.

When they saw the Heart-striking Pestle, they did not reveal that kind of fanatical and greedy look.

And the scene just now made the other people who were fighting in the hall completely dispel their vigilance and doubts about Li Mu and Guo Yuqing.

It seemed that these two dilapidated minions were indeed the servants of Hunyuan Sect disciples, and they were locals of this world.