Lingyuan Immortal

Chapter 443: Broken Sword and Seal Throat
As Chen Mu was surrounded by blood, his skin became increasingly dull and lifeless, and it was obvious that his body had been severely damaged...

Seeing this, Wu Si'an frowned, somewhat puzzled as to why Chen Mu didn't cast a spell to avoid it.

"Are you crazy?"

Chen Mu's expression gradually became ferocious. He was unaware of his condition, but he could feel the strength in his body slowly dissipating. He estimated that within half an hour, he would not even be able to keep his balance.

If he were his usual self, he would definitely carefully consider how to respond next.

But at this moment, he was consumed by murderous intent, and the only thing in his heart was a strong murderous intent towards Wu Si'an...

"kill!"

He roared fiercely, and the blood all over his body seemed to be touched by it, flashing non-stop.

Half of the blade of the Quexie Sword was rusty, but it did not affect his ability to perform the Zhishui Rain Curtain attack technique.

Even because of the murderous intent here, the power is much stronger than before!
Looking at the bloody figure approaching with a sword, Wu Si'an was no longer complacent. His eyes were bloodshot and his mind was filled with horror.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the facts were enough to prove that he was afraid of such a crazy person who didn't care about his life...

"Senior brother, save me!"

The big-headed monk had a gloomy expression. He wanted to help, but he and Lingxin were evenly matched in strength, and the other party wanted to get involved, so how could he free himself?

"Fellow Daoist Lingxin, we accept our responsibility in this matter. We will give you an explanation later. Please..."

His heart changed and he could only plead with them kindly, hoping that they could stop fighting and go back to their respective places.

After all, compared with Chen Mu's life, he values ​​his junior brother more. The two of them entered the sect at the same time and have a deep relationship. He has finally gone through untold hardships to cultivate to the Golden Core realm. How could he bear to see his junior brother die with his own eyes.

"Brother, Master..."

Wu Si'an's panicked shouting came to an abrupt end, and all that remained was the "hissing" sound of blood flowing.

The big-headed monk turned around suddenly, only to see Wu Si'an with a dazed look in his eyes, his hands on his throat, trembling and shaking.

And that half-broken sword was accurately inserted diagonally into the neck...

"Junior brother!"

The big-headed monk was filled with anger and his face turned blood red in an instant.

Chen Mu ignored him, closed his eyes and took a deep breath!
The next moment, a pitch-black killing talisman emerged from Wu Si'an's body and immediately drilled into Chen Mu's body.

"Ho..."

Chen Mu moaned as if in great comfort, and the murderous intent in his heart slowly receded, as if it had never appeared.

The big-headed monk became even more furious upon seeing this, and he ignored Lingxin's attack and tried to kill Chen Mu.

"Beiyuan bastard, return my brother's life!"

Thousands of flying knives were separated into small groups, and they swept over with one end connected to the other. They were at an incredible speed and were in front of Chen Mu in the blink of an eye.

The flying knives came, each of them carrying a sharp edge that could instantly kill a foundation-building cultivator.

Ling Xin immediately shouted a warning: "Fellow Daoist Chen, retreat quickly!"

At the same time, he also separated a stream of energy and rushed towards Chen Mu to protect him, in case Chen Mu could not dodge in time.

"Dang Dang Dang..."

In a flash, dense noises suddenly rang out, and all that could be seen were black and white flying knives. Chen Mu's figure could no longer be seen.

The big-headed monk didn't bother to extend his spiritual sense to search, and hurriedly bit his tongue, spurting out his essence and blood to bless himself. The protective shield formed by the elixir light suddenly glowed with blood.

"boom!"

The spiritual river crashed down like a waterfall, and the shield flickered continuously. It only lasted for a few breaths before it shattered into pieces with a crisp sound.

The big-headed monk was struck by lightning and was washed down by the spiritual river, with no part of his body left intact.

If it weren't for the constant nourishment of the Dan Guang of the late Jindan stage, which made his precious body strong and resilient, he would have died by now...

He struggled to summon the Ten Thousand Swords Pot to protect himself, and his spiritual sense probed towards Chen Mu.

He was determined to kill Chen Mu even at the risk of his own life. Under the thousands of flying knives, there was no chance that Chen Mu would survive.

"Junior Brother Wu, I'm here for you..."

Tears welled up in his eyes and he suddenly stopped muttering to himself and looked over in disbelief.

The flying knives slowly dissipated, revealing Chen Mu's figure. The imagined death did not occur on the spot, and even no particularly obvious injuries were seen.

"Impossible, impossible!" The big-headed monk was shocked.

His Wandao Pot is a mid-grade magic weapon. After he wielded it in the late stage, its power was no longer something that an early Jindan cultivator could withstand.

Moreover, he didn't see any signs of thunder magic just now, which showed that Chen Mu didn't have much magic power left. How could he be safe and sound?
"Could it be that I saw a ghost?" Lingxin was also full of doubts. She looked at Xiliu who was not able to help much and remained silent for a long time.

Chen Mu slowly opened his eyes, his expression extremely ugly.

Others don't know what's going on, but he knows it.

The moment he regained his clarity of mind, he saw thousands of flying knives coming at him.

Without bothering to find out the situation, he hurriedly used the Dan light to protect his body, but he found that his precious body was damaged and the blood light around him could not be driven away, causing the Dan light he summoned to be far less effective.

In desperation, he could only take out his only magic weapon, the gilded fish dragon plate obtained from the Xuantian secret land, and destroy the magic weapon's spirit in order to resist the flying knife attack.

In the end, he managed to block it, but his gilded fish dragon card was also severely damaged and collapsed and became useless...

This is a magic weapon, one piece is worth hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, not to mention that it is a fine product obtained from a secret place.

"What's the matter?"

Chen Mu felt baffled. He didn't know why he was in such a dangerous situation, and why he was stained by blood...

All these doubts instantly disappeared when he looked at the Quexie Sword at Wu Si'an's neck.

"Killing Talisman..."

His brows were furrowed, and his consciousness sank deep into his sea of ​​knowledge.

Two killing talismans hung quietly in the air, looking harmless, and it was impossible to associate them with killing talismans.

"One more." His heart sank as he guessed what was going on.

"Even after taking every precaution, I still fell into the trap without even realizing it..."

Chen Mu sighed secretly, and his understanding of the danger of the killing talisman became more profound.

Under the erosion of murderous intent, he had no consciousness at all, just like a puppet controlled by murderous intent.

Such uncontrollable things are always what he worries about the most.

"Is Fellow Daoist Chen all right?"

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Lingxin asked in an awkward manner.

The eldest princess sent him to protect Chen Mu, but he repeatedly asked the big-headed monk to withdraw his hand. If this person was not Chen Mu, he would have died on the spot.

As for Chen Mu's murderous behavior just now, he chose to ignore it.

Everyone has his own secrets, including his, so he naturally wouldn't ask rashly.

Chen Mu came back to his senses and nodded.

"I'd like to ask my fellow Daoist to deal with this person."

Ling Xin immediately agreed: "Of course, fellow Daoist, please heal your injuries first..."

After saying this, he turned to the big-headed monk and shouted, "Leave quickly!"

The big-headed monk's face was as gloomy as water, and his bloodshot eyes flashed with unwillingness, but the situation was clear at the moment. He alone could not break free from the restraint of the spiritual heart and kill Chen Mu.

After much thought, he sighed and snorted coldly, "I will remember your gift today, but there is still a long way to go. In the future..."

"call out!"

Before he could finish his harsh words, a golden spiritual light suddenly appeared, sharp and swift, shooting towards the pale Chen Mu like an arrow.

The sudden change shocked the three people present and they reacted differently.

Chen Mu naturally didn't dare to stay, and tried to use his damaged body to dodge.

Ling Xin reacted just as quickly, and hurriedly waved out the River Map to try to block the golden spiritual light for Chen Mu.

It was a pity that the big-headed monk regained hope, and thousands of flying knives showed their sharpness again, desperately trying to slow down the torrent of the long river...

(End of this chapter)