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Chapter 1109 What I Give You Cannot Be Rejected

Faced with the sword energy that pierced the sky, the old monk finally changed color.

He didn't dare to take the sword head-on.

I'm afraid there are not many people in this world who dare to take it head-on.

As the saying goes, the sword of a common man can cut off the neck or the liver.

The swords of the princes should follow the round sky to follow the three lights, follow the square earth to follow the four seasons, and harmonize the people's will to bring peace to the four regions.

The Emperor's sword is unrivalled in its height, unrivalled in its application, and unparalleled in its use. It cuts through the clouds above and destroys the earth below.

These are Zhuangzi’s three theories on sword.

In his early years, Li Changan attempted to assassinate the emperor of the previous dynasty three times, and then retired from the underworld and hid in the streets of Tianmen. With one man and one sword, he guarded Tianmen for fifty years.

There has never been any legend about him in the world.

In the eyes of the top powers from all over the world, the northern port of the ancient Eastern Empire is a man-eating black hole.

This road is blocked.

Even with the old monk's unpredictable strength, he was unwilling to confront this sword energy head-on.

He came here sincerely to recruit disciples and didn't want to get into such a difficult trouble.

The sword energy penetrated the heaven and earth, and even the entire moat dimension was torn into a huge crack, revealing the scene of the real world.

The old monk's skinny body did not struggle at all and was instantly annihilated in the sword light.

Wang Yunxiao's right hand was covered in blood. At the moment of crushing the walnut, his five fingers were almost cut off at the root, and the flesh and blood were peeled off, leaving only the remaining bones.

If it weren't for the unreasonably powerful physical recovery ability of the Palace Soldier Method, this hand of his would have been completely disabled.

Yet he still frowned.

It seemed like a powerful enemy was killed, but in fact, this sword energy was completely wasted.

For those who have reached a certain level of strength, all kinds of magical powers and secret methods will emerge.

He himself possessed an almost immortal body of diamond, while the opponent had obviously used a technique equivalent to that of an incarnation.

If Li Changan himself were here, then this old monk would definitely not get any benefit.

Wang Yunxiao's forced sword energy only destroyed one of the opponent's incarnations, and then he lost the ability to search for the enemy.

The sudden disappearance of Li Mumu's breath behind him made Wang Yunxiao even more anxious.

No matter how big the gap in strength is, it shouldn't be so that we are completely powerless to resist, right?
What is the origin of this old guy?
Before he could turn around to see Li Mumu's situation, he saw everything in front of him suddenly go dark, and the ground beneath his feet disappeared in an instant, causing him to fall into the infinite void.

Inside the moat, an exquisitely and elegant golden cabinet's phantom fell from above Wang Yunxiao's head. The cabinet door closed, and Wang Yunxiao's figure disappeared on the spot.

The old monk standing in front of Xu Huange lowered his head and smiled, "Don't you want to learn the method of this palm-mounted Buddha Kingdom?"

In the blink of an eye, his great-great-granddaughter and grandson-in-law disappeared. In the endless ruins of the buildings, only the little girl and the old monk were left, face to face and looking into each other's eyes.

Xu Huange thought about it and shook his head, "This is not the Buddha Kingdom on the Palm, and you are not the Buddha."

"I won't be fooled by you!"

The smile on the old monk's face froze for a moment, and he whispered, "Are you waiting for your grandma to come and save you? She can't come. I came here today, of course, I have made all the preparations."

As if to verify his words, just as he finished speaking, a thunderous roar was heard in the distance.

The experts from the Secret Service have already entered the moat, but due to the interference of some unspeakable forces, they are all restrained in the distance and cannot reach the scene for a while.

Xu Huange pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved.

"My grandfather is not here, so you are going to bully me?"

The old monk wanted to open his mouth to explain, but after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "That's right."

"Your grandfather is your grandfather, and you are you. Even a lion cub will be killed by hyenas when it is out of the protection of the lioness." "If Angelica had brought you with her, I would not have dared to show up. But she let you go out alone, which gave us the opportunity to take action."

"If I don't even dare to enter this city, how can I be qualified to teach you?"

Xu Huange burst into tears.

The old monk squatted down, put the two glass bottles in his hands aside, turned his ten fingers inside out, and dozens of glittering golden gem rings appeared on his fingers.

“A love of gold is a beautiful quality.”

"You can take your pick."

"Wow--"

Xu Huange burst into tears.

"Tears are a cover-up for the weak and are worthless."

The old monk slowly took off a red gold ring inlaid with a ruby ​​and handed it to the little girl: "Take it, it is given to you by me, you cannot refuse it."

"I do not want it!"

Xu Huange cried and screamed.

A trace of anger flashed across the old monk's brows, but at this moment, a sound so faint that it was almost imperceptible caught his attention, and his eyes fell on the glass bottle next to him.

That was the sound of glass breaking.

There was a loud bang and the glass bottle exploded on the spot, with countless blood shadows bursting out.

The old monk silently stood up and took a step back, looking around, and saw dozens of girls with exactly the same appearance falling around him.

Red clothes, white hair, and a feathered cape.

"I see……"

The old monk's mind moved, and he sighed softly, "Why do we have to do this?"

Dozens of blood-red eyes opened at the same time, casting cold glances at him.

The moment he was put into the glass bottle, Li Mumu tried every possible means, but was still powerless.

This glass bottle was like a world of its own, sealing her inside. All her moves were in vain, hitting the air.

However, as a veteran gamer, Li Mumu is best at finding loopholes in the game's mechanism. After exhausting all her methods, she also noticed something unusual.

Why should Winstie and I be put in two bottles?

Could it be that this broken bottle of yours can only hold one person at a time?
So she reached out and took out two heads from the void.

If someone else discovered this loophole, they might not be able to solve it, but Li Mumu happened to be a woman with a flexible mind.

Flexible in every sense of the word.

The two heads opened their eyes at the same time, and the crampedness in the bottle suddenly doubled, squeezing Li Mumu so hard that she couldn't breathe.

But she was not surprised but happy.

The answer is yes, but the price I paid is not enough.

The old bastard had obviously anticipated the possibility that the prisoner in the bottle would summon a pet or a contracted demon.

Even with two heads in hand, it was still not enough to burst the bottle.

The sound of Xu Huange crying loudly came from above his head, and Li Mumu's eyes turned cold.

How dare this shameless old man bully a child?
Well, I have owed Lady Jie Yin so much karma, it seems that today is the day to pay it back.

Li Mumu picked up the scalpel and stabbed it hard into his carotid artery.

(End of this chapter)