Just then.
A cold voice suddenly rang out in Zhou Mu's mind.
"The system has detected that the host is near death and has initiated a system lottery."
To him, that cold, emotionless voice sounded incredibly beautiful at that moment.
A colorful roulette wheel appeared before my eyes.
Compared to before, it looks much more flashy and gaudy.
At this moment, space itself had come to a standstill.
The sharp blade was less than an inch from his skin. He could see Wang Wu, who was close to the ground, and clearly see the ferocity on his face when he looked down.
He's a man who lives on the edge of a knife; when he strikes, his angles are incredibly ruthless and cunning. If you're even half a step slower, your happiness for the rest of your life will be completely ruined.
He could clearly see the patterns on Du San's dark fingernails, which were filled with a thick, fishy stench, like the saliva from the mouth of a Crimson Flame Nine-Headed Dragon.
Good heavens, this is highly poisonous!
At this moment, the roulette wheel started spinning.
Finally, the pointer stopped in a yellow area.
He squinted and looked over.
When he saw it clearly, his eyes widened in surprise.
Because it clearly says "Six Sons on the First Rank" on it.
He gasped slightly.
Unexpectedly, this turned out to be a pleasant surprise.
Then, a warm, smooth line swept across my palm, and a picture appeared in my hand.
Boom
The moment it unfolded, a vast amount of spiritual energy burst forth, rushing towards Wang Wu and Du San like a silver river from the heavens.
The space had thawed by now. For Zhou Mu, a few seconds felt like an eternity, but for the two of them, time seemed to stand still.
What was supposed to be a sure thing turned into an unexpected turn of events. Wang Wu and Du San felt a sudden threat and their expressions changed instantly.
"Retreat quickly!"
Du San reacted extremely quickly, and having already kept a secret weapon, he retreated swiftly.
The silvery light struck him heavily, like a hammer blow. With a loud bang, half of his body was mangled and bloodied, his tattered clothes mixed with eerie green blood, emitting a strong, pungent stench.
In contrast, Wang Wu was not so lucky.
The stream of light almost completely enveloped him, and in an instant it felt as if countless mountains were pressing down on him. The blood in his limbs and bones instantly congealed, his tendons and veins shattered, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.
The light seemed almost tangible, followed by a loud bang, dust filled the air, and on the ground, Wang Wu's figure was smashed into a small, human-shaped hole.
There was no breath left.
Even the divine soul was reduced to nothingness by the overwhelming power.
He died a clean and thorough death.
Not far away, Du San was half-bent over, barely able to kneel on the ground, panting heavily, veins bulging on his forehead, and a hint of fear in his eyes.
He was, after all, a Xuanling Realm martial artist, which was more than one level higher than the small Dao Palace.
But ironically, the power this guy displayed was even stronger than his.
If he hadn't been so careful, he would be the one lying on the ground.
Zhou Mu was somewhat stunned by the power he felt.
That's impressive!
However, there was an unexpected surprise: after the crisis was resolved, the Six-Piece Jade Diagram in his hand did not disappear, but remained intact in his hand.
Overjoyed, he gently stroked it, feeling the slightly rough texture, before his gaze slowly fell on Du San, and he slowly grinned.
With an innocent smile, rosy lips and white teeth, bathed in sunlight, he looked like a sunny boy next door.
But in Du San's eyes, it was the King of Hell who was bringing him to his death. He subconsciously gasped, his face filled with terror. A chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to his brain, and the half of his body that was soaked in blood foam suddenly went limp. With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.
Although he was still clinging to life, he was exhaling more than he was inhaling.
At this moment, Gu Yun heard that there was no more movement behind him and assumed that it was over. He then said loudly, "Finish it quickly. I can't bear to see blood. That thing looks creepy."
As he spoke, he held his hand, turned around leisurely, and looked completely calm and collected.
But when he saw the bloody scene, his brows immediately furrowed.
He said with a hint of disgust, "Didn't I tell you to clean it up? Did you ignore me? Or are my words no longer effective? You..."
Before he could finish speaking, he realized that the two figures on the ground looked somewhat familiar.
He rubbed his eyes.
Upon seeing it clearly, his expression suddenly froze.
Isn't that person in the pool of blood Du San? And isn't that person deeply embedded in the ground Wang Wu?
Both of them were lifeless.
Zhou Mu, on the other hand, stood on the ground completely unharmed.
She was looking at him with a mocking expression.
His face froze instantly.
His pupils suddenly contracted.
A sudden surge of turmoil welled up inside me.
He understood the strength of these two. Let alone a martial artist in the Profound Spirit Realm, even a martial artist in the Dharma Aspect Realm would probably be unable to do anything to these two.
Otherwise, why would his father have these two people protecting him so closely?
But what was happening before my eyes was too shocking.
Zhou Mu was only at the Dao Palace level, far inferior to these two.
But what did he see...?
At this moment, the compass in Gu Yun's arms vibrated violently.
He took it out and saw that the pointer was shaking rapidly, with an unprecedented amplitude. Even when he discovered the thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, the behavior was not as intense.
But at that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.
He slowly raised his head.
Zhou Mu seemed to know the purpose of the compass. After gathering the painting, he handed it to Gu Yun and said, "Do you want this treasure?"
As he spoke, he grinned.
The boy with rosy lips and white teeth smiled, his expression reminiscent of a scene of lush greenery and vibrant life.
Gu Yun swallowed hard, pointed at the two corpses on the ground, and stammered, "Those two were you..."
Zhou Mu nodded honestly, "It's me, but it's not me either."
Compared to Gu Yun's fear and terror, he strolled around with his hands behind his back as if taking a leisurely walk. "You know, I'm only at the Dao Palace level. Let alone these two, I can't even beat you, who is at the eighth level of the Dao Palace."
Gu Yun listened, stunned.
Zhou Mu pointed to the scroll in his palm and continued, "Therefore, these two are masterpieces created by my superior spiritual artifacts."
He paused for a moment, then a mysterious smile appeared on his lips as he asked, "Do you want it?"
Gu Yun quickly shook his head.
Our biggest asset is gone.
Facing Zhou Mu, who was like a god of death, he didn't dare to breathe loudly.
After all, even experts at the Immortal Realm can be killed without hesitation, let alone a martial artist at the Dao Palace Realm.
At this moment, he was nowhere near as spirited and ambitious as he had been before.
“This is your treasure, I… I, I dare not.”
Gu Yun is also a ruthless person; when it's time to back down, he shows no backbone whatsoever.
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