"He's chasing us, run away, Old Seven! As long as you have the green mountains, you will never lack firewood!"
Zhao Wu shouted.
"Go!"
Zhao Laoqi didn't care about anything at this time and ran forward quickly.
The five Black Dragon Society masters threw Liu Rui away.
Even though the sword intent was two hundred miles away from them.
Just think about it, the powerful Xuanmen were killed by others.
Who would dare to meet this killing god at this time?
Several people restrained their breath and fled quickly.
After a stick of incense, Li Mu followed the remaining scent and found this place.
Li Mu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Liu Rui was fine.
He lightly tapped the rope with his fingers to untie Liu Rui, then carried Liu Rui and rushed forward.
"How cunning! You think you can survive by running away separately!"
After two sticks of incense.
There were five more corpses in Mang Mountain.
At this moment, Li Mu was standing on the top of a mountain holding Liu Rui.
A young man was sitting cross-legged on a stone to one side of him.
"Zhao Wu? Are you deliberately exposing yourself to buy Zhao Laoqi time to escape?"
Li Mu threw Liu Rui aside.
Ugh~
Liu Rui lay on the ground and vomited violently.
In just two sticks of incense, he was carried by the senior in front of him, whose face he could not see clearly, and ran for thousands of miles.
Even though she had a little bit of cultivation, she felt dizzy.
As I lay prone on the ground, the scenery around me kept changing. I wanted to look back and see the face of this senior, but I couldn't see anything clearly.
"I've already died once. I should have died in the Xuanmen. I never expected to be lucky enough to live until now, and to have my cultivation level break through to the Saint level."
Zhao Wu said calmly.
That’s right!
He exposed himself just to buy Zhao Laoqi time to escape.
"He broke through to Saint level in just a few days. I wonder how much blood of his fellow disciples he sucked?"
Li Mu said with his eyes narrowed.
In the underground palace, Li Mu found many Xuanmen disciples' clothes, swords and corpses.
Combined with the Black Dragon Society's cultivation methods and its cultivation growth rate.
This Zhao Wu must have relied on devouring the essence and blood of others to quickly become a saint.
"That's right! Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. If you hadn't called me here, I would have become a supreme master one day. Then I would seek revenge on you, and their deaths would have been well deserved."
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