Apprentice of the Heavens

Chapter 115

In the dark hall after the gate of hell
Fallen leaves were falling outside, the hall was brightly lit, and dead bones were scattered among them. Zhu Youwen watched in astonishment as Li Ming dissipated like a flower in a mirror, and a large pit was corroded on the ground as the black air rolled in his hands.

"Not good!" Zhu Youwen murmured inwardly, and retreated more than ten meters in a flash, looking vigilantly at Li Ming who had gathered again. The silence in the hall was like the calm before the storm, and everyone outside the hall could not help but hold their breath and watch nervously. Silent palace.

Suddenly Zhu Youwen turned sideways in the hall, and then looked in shock at the stone chair that was silently broken in two behind him. If he hadn't sensed a little danger just now and turned sideways to dodge, his fate might not have been better than this chair.

After the blow, the hall returned to silence. Zhu Youwen could only raise his vigilance and use his true energy to guard against the coming attack. An invisible fluctuation enveloped the hall, and everything that the fluctuation passed exudes a soaring sword intent

Seeing this, Zhu Youwen couldn't help showing a dignified look in his eyes, and the true energy in his body was fully circulated, surrounded by a ghostly protective body
"Blade Field" Li Ming's mind moved, and everything in the hall burst out with saber energy to slash at Zhu Youwen. The accompanying saber intent made Zhu Youwen feel as if his mind had been cut open. pause

The cold sword qi touched the skin as if it would break through the skin and enter the flesh and blood in the next second. At the critical moment, a blood moon rose in Zhu Youwen's Zifu to resist the raging sword intent. Wisps of black air radiated around the blood moon, accompanied by ghosts and wolves howling , face after face roared crazily on the blood moon, but they still couldn't break free.

Suddenly Zhu Youwen's pupils lit up, he avoided the fatal blow with his feet, rubbed his brows and looked at Li Ming with lingering fear
Li Ming smiled slightly and commanded the sword energy to attack Zhu Youwen, and the sword energy turned into a torrent and rushed towards Zhu Youwen. In an instant, the whole hall seemed to become a world of swords

Zhu Youwen looked at the sword qi coming from all directions, and had no choice but to run the Jiuyou Xuantian Divine Art desperately, and ghosts appeared like a hundred ghosts walking in the night, howling and rushing towards the torrent of sword qi.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and the solid hall began to crumble, and the dust flew up inside the hall instantly. The people watching outside the hall could only see the sword light and ghost shadows flickering in the smoke and dust, and the sword energy shattered and ghost shadows dissipated between the collisions.

Chi Meng looked at the smoke and dust in the hall, and couldn't help showing worry in his eyes. Li Xingyun and the others had seen the battle of Jiaolan Temple, but they were not worried. Compared with the first battle, it was just a regular one. Now that Zhu Youwen hasn't won for a long time, I want to come It must be the reason why Li Ming kept his hand.

Our old Li is someone who has seen big scenes.

In the hall, Li Ming looked at Zhu Youwen who was already dripping with sweat and shook his head in disappointment. He thought there was something new, but it was nothing more than that
"Sacrifying the knife with your ghost king's blood is barely enough." After Li Ming sighed secretly, his true essence moved, a dragon chant came out from the knife box, and then a stream of light flew out of the box. Li Ming reached out and grabbed the handle of the knife. The knife shot up to the sky, and slashed at Zhu Youwen. The knife was as slow as an ordinary person swinging a knife at will.

Seeing this, Zhu Youwen was about to escape and suddenly felt a pain between his brows, the light in his pupils gradually faded, and the red moon in Zifu was cut in half by the knife intent, then slowly collapsed, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness.

Sword Intent

Li Ming cut off Zhu Youwen's head casually, and the Qiankun knife in his hand was bathed in blood, glowing red.The autumn wind blew the fallen leaves into the hall and landed on Zhu Youwen's body, as if burying him.

Li Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Zhu Youwen's corpse. After thinking for a moment, he waved his hand. A genital energy turned into a hot flame and ignited Zhu Youwen's body. Seeing Zhu Youwen gradually burning, Li Ming nodded in satisfaction. There was nothing wrong with being careful.

Seeing the end of the battle, everyone outside the hall entered the dilapidated hall one after another. Chi Meng ran in first, and heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Li Ming's clothes were not damaged at all, and then looked around as if nothing had happened.

"What did I say, but the ghost king is nothing more than a mere ghost king?" Li Xingyun held his head high and looked at the crowd with disdain, as if he was the one who killed the ghost king. Everyone couldn't help but roll their eyes

"The King of Ghosts is a small pot to kill, what are you talking about?"

Facing Chi Meng's questioning, Li Xingyun said shamelessly: "He is my brother, so what he kills is equivalent to what I kill."

Li Ming looked at Li Xingyun speechlessly, and shook his head helplessly, Uncle Yang taught him a good apprentice.

"Cough cough!" Li Ming coughed, interrupted Li Xingyun's bragging, and waited for everyone's eyes to gather before he said, "Now that the ghost king is dead, what are your plans?"

Li Xingyun and the others looked at each other and began to think. Wen Tao looked at the Longquan sword in Li Xingyun's hand and said tentatively, "Brother Li, there is only one step away from the Longquan treasure..."

Li Xingyun was taken aback when he heard the words, frowned and thought for a moment, then looked at Li Ming and asked him to make up his mind. Li Ming was really interested in the Rao Jiang Holy Gu in the Longquan treasure box, so he nodded and agreed.

Li Ming glanced at Zhu Youwen, who had been reduced to ashes, and sighed slightly, you are useless if you are given a chance

"Walk…"

Just when Li Ming was about to call everyone on the road, he sensed a familiar aura coming towards him, and he couldn't help frowning

"Why is she here?" Li Ming looked into the distance and muttered, everyone couldn't help but look into the distance curiously, and Chi Meng approached Li Ming and asked, "Who is it?"

Li Ming rolled his eyes and Chi Meng's expression was a little unnatural, and he secretly moved to the side. Chi Meng frowned, pouted and leaned over again. Just as Li Ming was about to move again, a charming and sweet voice came
"Hey, isn't this the emperor of our Huanyinfang? Why did you come here in this barren mountain? People who don't understand think that there is no one in our Huanyinfang to serve you."

The empress walked slowly in white clothes and holding the Zixiao sword in her hand. Although she was dressed in men's clothes, she couldn't conceal her peerless elegance. Everyone couldn't help being stunned when they saw it. Thinking of Chi Meng, he spoke first
"Wow, you look so good"

The corner of Li Ming's mouth twitched and pulled Chi Meng hastily. The empress squinted her eyes and kept looking at the lively and lovely Chi Meng, but there was no expression on her face, and she was silent for a while.
"Cough cough, King Qi was joking." Seeing this, Li Ming coughed and came out to smooth things over, but the empress greeted him with a charming look. Good thing you, Li Ming, provoked another woman without making a sound. I must let you know what it means to have no plowed fields, but only exhausted cattle.

As someone who came here, the empress saw something wrong in Chi Meng's eyes at first glance. Although she was a little annoyed, she didn't show up on the spot. She turned her head to look at the intact Ji Ruxue and nodded.

(End of this chapter)