Murong Fu landed slowly.
Wanwan trotted over, grabbed Murong Fu's arm, glanced at Ning Daoqi, whose life or death was unknown in the deep pit, and said mockingly, "This is the number one person of the Daoist sect? He has utterly disgraced the Daoist sect!"
Ning Daoqi's aura surged, and in a fit of rage, he unleashed a palm print that almost solidified into a tangible phantom, blasting it out of the pit.
Murong Fu was prepared; the Tai Chi pattern instantly took shape, deflecting the palm strike back.
"ah!!"
Ning Daoqi screamed in agony, and there was a strange feeling of him trapping himself in a trap.
Unable to get out, Ning Daoqi could only endure his injuries and quickly dig into the ground, trying to escape through the earth.
As the number one figure in the Taoist sect, he has been famous since childhood. When has he ever been so disheveled!
After this, we will surely kill all the evil traitors in the world!
Wanwan continued to mock, "Ning Daoqi, so you're the rat who digs holes in the ground? No wonder you look so shifty."
Ning Daoqi dared not make a move easily this time; the harder his palm strike, the stronger the rebound.
Since it was just a few curses, I'll just pretend I didn't hear them.
Ning Daoqi's escape technique was excellent, and he instantly arrived several hundred meters away.
only.
When he poked his head out of the ground, he saw Murong Fu's smiling, handsome face.
Another attempt.
As before, Murong Fu haunted him like a ghost.
"Kid! What exactly do you want?"
Ning Daoqi's face was contorted with rage as he growled and asked.
Murong Fu shrugged indifferently: "Daoist Ning, you're not even willing to call me a fellow Daoist."
Ning Daoqi tilted his head indignantly and said, "Those scoundrels of the Demonic Sect, this old Daoist disdains them!"
Murong Fu said earnestly, "In that case, let us send the Daoist to see the Three Pure Ones. May the Daoist cultivate well in his next life and never encounter the evil scoundrels of the demonic sect again."
The words were spoken in a very calm manner, yet they made Ning Daoqi's heart pound wildly.
Murong Fu made his move.
Canhezhi!
The finger force, silent yet exceptionally sharp, arrived in front of Ning Daoqi in an instant.
Ning Daoqi instinctively wanted to dodge.
But suddenly he realized that there was an invisible hand pressing down on his body, and he could only watch helplessly as the force of the finger penetrated into his brow.
Ning Daoqi's eyes widened, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, staining his five strands of white beard red.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
"He just died like that?"
Wanwan was somewhat incredulous that the number one person in the Daoist sect had died so easily.
Murong Fu smiled slightly and pinched Wanwan's cheek: "Remember this truth: when a person is killed, they die."
Zhu Yuyan walked over, her face full of excitement: "My husband is right, a person dies when they are killed! No matter if you are the number one Taoist or... the number one Buddhist, you will all die!"
After saying this, Zhu Yuyan turned to look at Fan Qinghui and the four holy monks.
Fan Qinghui had considered escaping, but after witnessing Murong Fu's agility, she abandoned the idea; escaping would only hasten her death.
"My lord, please release my master. She meant no harm."
Shi Feixuan approached Murong Fu and made a pleading gesture.
Fan Qinghui took a deep breath and said resolutely, "There's no need to beg him! What's there to fear if it's just death?"
The four holy monks exchanged a glance and said in unison, "Qinghui, you go, we'll cover you!"
The words fell.
The four people exerted their power simultaneously.
A phantom image of the Buddha appeared in mid-air, with a thousand hands, each forming a different mudra.
This is the Thousand-Handed Tathagata Palm!
"I'm here to help you!"
Fan Qinghui not only didn't leave, but also infused them with internal energy to increase the power of her palm strikes.
Countless palm prints, densely packed like a net, bombarded Murong Fu.
Murong Fu raised an eyebrow. Such a wide-range attack really couldn't be countered with the "Shifting Stars" technique.
But it's not a big problem.
Murong Fu raised his sword, its sharp edge seemingly capable of cleaving the sky.
"Watch closely, learn carefully, this sword is called: Celestial Immortal!"
Murong Fu turned to the women and said something. Suddenly, his figure floated up and descended from the sky.
In that instant.
Like an immortal descending to earth, all is silent.
Even the illusory image of Buddha froze, its eyes seemingly sparkling as it looked up at the celestial beings descending from the heavens.
Unlike Ye Gucheng's fairy dance, Murong Fu's celestial being is his own image.
Murong Fu's phantom, holding a folding fan and smiling, descended step by step from the horizon. Though seemingly close, it appeared before them in just a few steps.
"Sword, come!"
The ethereal figure opened its mouth, but no sound came out; however, the two words could be discerned from its lip movements.
A silver sword slashed through the sky.
Four heads flew off.
The Four Great Monks! Died!
puff!
Fan Qinghui was struck by the backlash of the internal force, coughing up blood and collapsing to the ground.
"Master!"
Shi Feixuan rushed over to help Fan Qinghui.
Murong Fu did not absorb their internal energy for a simple reason: more internal energy is not necessarily better; it is best to absorb it from people of the same origin.
Otherwise, one will end up like Shi Zhixuan, who was forced to grow too fast and remained at the early stage of Grandmaster for his entire life, making him arguably the weakest Grandmaster.
They are also prone to mental illness and developing heterosexual personalities.
Furthermore, Murong Fu needs to transfer the absorbed internal energy away in a timely manner; otherwise, if it remains in his body, he will have to constantly suppress the restless internal energy.
Therefore, in most cases, unless absolutely necessary, Murong Fu would prefer to kill directly to save trouble.
"You scoundrel! Kill me!"
Although defeated, Fan Qinghui was not afraid. She closed her eyes and said loudly.
Shi Feixuan said anxiously, "Master, as long as you plead with my husband, he won't kill you."
"Feixuan, you've changed!"
Fan Qinghui opened her eyes and glanced at Shi Feixuan.
Shi Feixuan lowered her head, her eyes reddening. She had changed, but she didn't want to. Her heart was filled with Murong Fu.
Murong Fu and Fan Qinghui are the two most important people in her life, and she doesn't want to give up either of them.
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