Chapter 8: Unsullied Immortal Beauty Sutra
Under the moonlight, the brilliance shone on Wang Lengyue's body, looking extraordinarily cold and miraculous.
Even though Li Mushen was beaten by Wang Lengyue and vomited blood, his expression was extremely dull.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and when an eight-star Wuxuan attacked, he slashed with a sword.
With screams and blood splashing everywhere, the eight-star Wuxuan was beheaded by Li Mushen like cutting vegetables.
With the seven-star Wuxuan cultivator being able to kill two people in a row, both the Wang family's children and Wang Lengyue were once again shocked.
How can it be?
"You are not Li Mushen, who are you?"
"Of course I am Li Mushen."
There was a slight smile on Li Mushen's mouth, and under Wang Lengyue's last palm, Renling Lake finally opened up in his body.
At this time, the ancient spiritual power spewed out from the Renling Lake, circulating the meridians in the body, and Li Mushen's whole body increased in momentum in an instant, lying there like a mountain.
"It feels."
Li Mushen felt the long-lost ancient spiritual power flowing through his body, and his eyes flashed.
"Really nostalgic."
"go!"
Wang Lengyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and she naturally felt the changes in Li Mushen, as if she was reborn in an instant.
"Let's all stay."
The human spirit lake in the body provides Li Mushen with a steady stream of power. Although his cultivation base is in the Seven Stars Wuxuan, the ancient spiritual power is powerful, which is not comparable to this group of people in Wanzhou City.
Just a dodge, Li Mushen stopped the two Wang family disciples and Wang Lengyue in the house.
The two Wang family disciples looked at each other and went up with their swords.
Li Mushen swung his sword, and white light flashed in the dark night out of thin air, and the two were directly beheaded by Li Mushen to the ground.
Stepping over the corpse, Li Mushen held the blood-stained long sword, came to Wang Lengyue, stretched out his hand and touched Wang Lengyue's cheek.
"Wang Lengyue, we really haven't seen each other for a long time."
In a light tone, there is a vicissitudes of life.
Wang Lengyue couldn't help trembling in her heart, and there was a hint of panic in her indifferent eyes.
"who are you?"
In Wang Lengyue's heart, Li Mushen was just a child of the Wang family with innate treasure bones and a little talent, and he had never been so powerful.
But just now, the four high-ranking Wuxuans were easily beheaded like children in front of Li Mushen.
Li Mushen was silent and sighed inwardly.
"Wang Lengyue, Fairy Lengyue ten years from now, is just a little girl today. I was like an ant in your hands in my past life, but I didn't expect the roles to change today."
Touching Wang Lengyue's cheek, Li Mushen could feel the slight tremor of her body.
"You took my treasured bone just to give Wang Zifeng a gift, and your Wang family wants to cut the weeds out of me. After staying in the Wang family for seventeen years, I am also a member of the Wang family." Li Mu said: "You know what? Your royal family shouldn't provoke me."
Li Mushen didn't kill her, but with a palm shot, Wang Lengyue fainted to the ground.
Stepping out of the house, Li Mushen killed all the children of the Wang family on the street, and no one escaped.
Seeing a Wang family disciple whose name fell in a pool of blood, Li Mushen's eyes were calm.
He's not a bad guy, but he's not a bad guy either.
No matter in the past life or now, if anyone opposes him, it will be the price of blood!
Leaving the broken house, he fished out the little beggar from the stone well, with a pale face, his body was cold, and there was no trace of breath.
Touching the face of the little beggar, Li Mushen put the ancient spiritual power in her body.
Maybe in the eyes of others, the little beggar is helpless, but for Li Mushen, as long as the little beggar is not dead, there is still a chance.
The little beggar suffered all this for him, how could he bear to let the little beggar die.
The human spirit lake in Li Mushen's body was turbulent, and a steady stream of ancient spiritual power poured into her body.
Time passed by, as the ancient spiritual power in the Human Spirit Lake poured into the little beggar's body, Li Mushen's face was pale and his breathing was slightly panting.
Under the control of Li Mushen, the ancient spiritual power runs in the body of the little beggar according to a specific trajectory.
This is a cultivation route. After the ancient spiritual power circulated in the body of the little beggar for dozens of weeks, the little beggar finally woke up leisurely.
"Cough cough..." The little beggar wanted to get up.
"Don't move." Li Mushen said softly, "I feel that there is no power in my body, immerse myself, and remember this power trajectory.
The little beggar nodded, and after more than an hour, it was finally about to be exhausted in the human spirit lake, and the little beggar completely remembered the hundreds of cultivation routes running in the body.
Li Mu's face was as pale as paper, and he carried the little beggar into the house.
"You are stupid." Li Mu said.
"You can't let anyone bother you with what you said."
Li Mushen sighed.
In his previous life, as the King of Hell, he slaughtered ruthlessly, and the corpses of those who died in his hands could pile up like mountains, but he was willing to exhaust all the ancient spiritual power in the Renling Lake for a little beggar who could only get along for a few days. to bring her back to life.
"My name is Li Mushen, and I have already penetrated into your sea of knowledge, the "Wugou Xianyanjing", a collection of martial arts.
"I don't want it." The little beggar shook his head.