Yuan Dingyi knew that this was his best chance.

Originally, his purpose was just to escape.

He had already learned just now that he was not Li Muchen's opponent at all.

But when he saw that Li Muchen was not only in a state of mind at this time, but also dancing like crazy.

I started thinking of fighting back.

Yuan Dingyi is not immeasurable.

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

He didn't expect Li Muchen to come from Tiandu at all.

Now seeing Li Muchen's crazy appearance, he is even more convinced that his conjecture is good.

It's not a witch clan, there is no foundation, and the more advanced the method, the easier it is to go mad.

Yuan Dingyi himself was greedy and greedy when he was young, and he took the liberty of learning exercises that he shouldn't learn, so he went crazy and caused his body to fall into a stubborn disease.

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And once the witchcraft goes off, it will eat 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 great jumping god, just a high-level jumping rope.

He was overjoyed, and took out a bone flute from his body, put it to his lips, and blew it.

The sound of the bone flute was sharp and piercing, sharp as a sword, and it cooperated with Li Muchen's dance of heavenly demons, melodious ups and downs.

Li Muchen heard this voice, and the anger in his heart became stronger, and the sword dance couldn't stop, and the movements became faster and faster.

He became faster, the bone flute sounded faster, and the rhythm followed him closely.

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

Li Muchen didn't seem to be far behind, and he also sped up his movements, closely following the rhythm of the bone flute.

In this way, one person plays the flute, one person dances, and in the whole hall, the sword shadow is longing, and the bone flute is sounding.

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

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

After a long time, with a bang, the hall collapsed and became a ruin.

The screaming stopped.

Li Muchen stood in the ruins and pestle the ground with a sword.

Yuan Dingyi slowly lowered the bone flute on his lips.

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

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

This is a magic weapon of the Wu clan, made of eagle bones. Sound can be soul-striking.

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

A young man in his early twenties, even if he starts cultivating from his mother's womb, how much mana can he accumulate?

What if you have learned the ancient witchcraft by chance, and what about holding an artifact?

If the mana is not good, everything is empty.

What's more, his mood is in turmoil, he has gone crazy, and the sword in his hand at this time is his talisman.

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

Yuan Dingyi looked at Li Muchen coldly: "How is it? Isn't it cool? It's cooler than the one with a woman? Oh, no, you shouldn't have tasted that taste, right? It's a pity, it's still a chick, and you're going to die!"

Li Muchen raised his head and glared at him.

Yuan Dingyi was startled and took a few steps back. But his mana was almost exhausted at the moment, and he tripped over the rubble of the ruins, stumbled, and almost fell.

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

Looking at Li Muchen again, he was still using the sword to pestle the ground, his hands were lying on the hilt of the sword, and the strength of the whole person was pressed on it, it seemed that if he didn't have this sword to support, he would definitely fall.

The medicinal power quickly dissipated, Yuan Dingyi felt that his limbs were comfortable, and he was full of strength, and laughed:

"Boy, walking the rivers and lakes, how can you not bring some rejuvenating medicine on your body? But you won't have a chance to bring it in the future. Today, I will send you back to the West to meet your foolish father!"

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

At that moment, the sky was surging, and the mountains and rivers were discolored.

A black sword qi burst out from Li Muchen's hand, like a black dragon, rushing straight at Yuan Dingyi.

Boom.

Yuan Dingyi's body disappeared without a trace.

The hill in the distance was torn apart.

A long crack was left in the earth.

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

On Maoshan Mountain, the impassable mountain, a few points of blue light flew up and landed in front of Wanning Palace.

"What happened?"

Several old Taoist priests looked at the Wanning Palace, which had become a ruin, and asked with a frown.

At this time, there was a little blue light on the ground, but it was Gu Shoumo, the abbot of Wanfu Palace.

As soon as he saw a few old Taoists, Shi Li said, "A few senior uncles, why did you alarm you?"

One of the old Daoists snorted: "We are not dead people, can we not be alarmed by such a big movement?"

Another one pointed at Li Muchen and said, "What kind of person is this kid, who has such a heavy anger on his body? What about Dingyi's junior brother? Why did someone come to Wanning Palace to spread wild, and he didn't show up?"

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

He was afraid that a few old Taoists would be angry, so he hurriedly said: "Don't misunderstand, this Li Gongzi is from Tiandu." ”

"What?" said a few veterans in surprise, "is that true?"

Gu Shoumo said: "Of course it's true, I've seen the Tiandu Order." ”

The old Taoists bowed down in unison and saluted: "I have seen the envoy of the heavenly capital!"

Li Muchen raised his hand to show that he was exempt.

His body and mind have not recovered at the moment, especially the angry aura, even the Taoist priests have felt it, which shows how strong it is.

And this is exactly where the Taoist priests are puzzled, how can the heavens come to make it, how can they be full of anger?

"Li Gongzi, what's going on?

"Dead. Li Muchen said lightly.

"What?" all the old people were shocked, "how did you die?"

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

An old man who looked a little violent changed his face, but because he didn't dare to be angry when he heard the word Tiandu, he barely calmed down and said:

"Why do you want to kill my junior brother? Even if you are the envoy of Tiandu, you can't kill innocents indiscriminately! If you can't say that you are ugly, 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, and only thought it was related to the Pan family.

Li Muchen killed Yuan Dingyi like this, Gu Shoumo was also a little unhappy, Tiandu is the supreme immortal sect in the world, everyone respects you, but the immortals in Tiandu can't kill people casually, and they are not ancient emperors, let alone the emperor of heaven.

Gu Shoumo was afraid that the matter would make a big fuss, so he hurriedly persuaded: "A few senior uncles, there must be a reason for Li Gongzi to do this......

Before he could finish his words, the old man was furious.

Gu Shoumo is his junior, and his anger just happened to be sprinkled on Gu Shoumo.

"Hmph! Let you be the abbot of Wanfu Palace, acting as the head of Maoshan Sect, you are good, your own person was beaten to death, and you still help outsiders to speak, not to mention that this person is still your uncle! The abbot of Wanning Palace is in charge of Maoshan like you. is so weak, what qualifications do you have to be the head of Maoshan Mountain!"

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

Suddenly, Li Muchen said: "No need to explain." I killed Yuan Dingyi, and I killed the scum of the Daomen. What needs to be explained is your Maoshan Mountain. Raising such scum without knowing it, I think you veterans should all go to the wall and think about it!"

After that, Wuguang rolled up, took Ma Shan and Lang Yuwen, and flew away.

Several veterans were dumbfounded and wanted to chase them, but found that they couldn't catch up at all.

The old man stomped his feet: "Hey, I'll come to make it every day, bullshit! I'm going to Kunlun, I'm going to sue him!"

Suddenly, a disciple in the distance ran over, knelt down and said, "Back to a few senior uncles, then Li Gongzi is not wrong, just now the master ...... No, Yuan Dingyi, admit it personally, Kui Shizu was the one he killed......"

"Huh?"

At this moment, all the old ways and small ways were all frozen.

After listening to the disciples' narrations, the old Taoists knelt down in unison and bowed in the direction where Li Muchen disappeared.