The Master Goes Down The Mountain: I Am Not A Son-In-Law

Li Muchen stood on the stage and accepted congratulations from everyone.

His eyes passed through the crowd and fell on a person.

This person bent his body, and like others, bowed slightly, congratulating him, but his mouth did not move.

When Li Muchen's eyes fell on him, he seemed to feel it, and began to back away quietly.

Li Muchen shouted: "Tong Hao, come out!"

When everyone was astonished, the man suddenly turned around and was about to leave.

Li Muchen had been prepared for a long time, and kept staring at the man, calling out Tong Hao's name on purpose, just to see his reaction. Turning around and fleeing, it shows that even if this person is not Tong Hao, he is inseparable from Tong Hao.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the Xuanming sword inserted on the stage was held in his hand.

A black sword energy, carrying the breath of death, got into the crowd.

Tong Hao's speed is extremely fast, but not as fast as Jianqi. People have not yet left the crowd, but the sword energy has arrived.

He casually grabbed the two people next to him and threw them out against the sword energy.

Seeing that the sword energy was about to tear the two of them apart, Li Muchen quickly withdrew the sword energy.

Tong Hao laughed out loud, grabbing with both hands, and the martial arts masters around him flew up in pieces.

"Hahaha, Li Muchen, you are such a benevolent woman, what kind of martial arts leader! I see how many you can save, hahahaha..."

Silhouettes danced in the air.

When these people were thrown out by Tong Hao, they exerted magic energy, if they were allowed to fall to the ground, they would be either dead or disabled.

With a wave of Li Muchen's hand, a gust of wind lifted these people to the ground gently, and at the same time dissolved the magic power on them.

But in the blink of an eye, Tong Hao had already turned into a little red light and flew out.

Both Zhu Xiaoyuan and Xiao Sheng felt very anxious, but they were only at the top of martial arts and could not fly yet, so they could only go to see Li Muchen, but they were surprised when they saw Li Muchen on the stage, it was already empty, and they didn't know When did he leave.

At the same time, two monks, Haikong and Jingquan, also disappeared.

Tong Hao flew out of Zhumen Town, turned around and saw no one was chasing him, he was complacent, and thought to himself: Li Muchen is nothing more than that! I just saw how powerful he was when he broke Huangfu Fan Hunjian, but it seems that I overestimated him!

At this moment, the void in front of him suddenly flickered, and a purple cloud appeared.

Tong Hao said inwardly that he was not good, and suddenly stopped and suspended in the air, shouting: "Who? Dare to block the way of this deity!"

Suddenly, a beautiful woman appeared in the sky, stepping on a purple cloud, holding a purple ruyi in her hand, looking at him with a smile.

"You are Tong Hao?"

"and who are you?"

"My name is Lin Manqing. Of course, you can also call me Mrs. Li."

"Mrs. Li..." Tong Hao was startled when he heard this, his triangular eyes narrowed, his murderous look flashed across, "You're courting death!"

Suddenly, he jumped straight, like a big roc, with his arms like wings, raising a strong wind that filled the sky. In the strong wind, he flipped his palms and shot out two balls of flames.

Lin Manqing giggled: "Well done!"

Standing on top of the purple clouds, the wind does not move, and with a wave of the hand, a cloud belt is released, wrapping the two flames, and the other hand points forward, and the void suddenly changes layer by layer, as if many crystal spaces are formed , Trapped Tong Hao in it all at once.

Tong Hao turned pale with shock: "Tianwu Ziyun, Linglong Space! Who are you? What is the relationship between Baishan Goddess and you?"

"Then it has nothing to do with you!"

As Lin Manqing spoke, she snapped her fingers lightly, and the layers of exquisite space were shattered.

A huge force engulfed him and rolled him in the air, almost tearing Tong Hao apart. When he fell to the ground, his clothes had been torn into pieces, and the skin on his body had many cracks, like crawling on the ground. Bloody spider silk.

"Don't do it, we are ourselves..."

Before he finished speaking, a black sword appeared in front of him and pressed against his throat.

"Tong Hao! Did you kill my Grandpa Youquan?"

Li Muchen thought of Grandpa Youquan, with a murderous look on his face.

This murderous aura made Tong Hao, who had killed countless people, feel the chill.

"Hehe, Li You is overwhelmed and wants to kill me. No wonder I am. Li Muchen, you should know who you are. You are born of a saint, so you should be on our side. Your parents are the ones who were killed by those Righteous people forced you to death! Your Li family was also destroyed by them!"

"You still want to lie to me?" Li Muchen sneered, "If I hadn't investigated it, I would have almost believed your words! Li's family is destroyed, and those famous sects are responsible. Anyone with blood on their hands, I will find out one by one, who can't escape. But you sowed right and wrong, deliberately induced Zhengdao to attack the Li family, reaped the benefits of the fisherman, and finally destroyed my family. Tantaiyu and Lu Xian have been killed by me, and their spirits and souls are gone. Ye Xianlin, Gong Xian and you Tong Hao are left, don’t even try to escape!”

When Tong Hao heard him mention these names, his heart trembled slightly, and finally he was a little scared.

"You... how do you know?"

"If you want people not to know, you have to do nothing!" Li Muchen said, "Tell me, where are Ye Xianlin and Gong Xian?"

Tong Hao shook his head and said: "I don't know, unless there is an order from above, the five envoys of the Demon Sect always come and go alone."

"Is there an order? Which one?" Li Muchen asked.

Tong Hao knew that he had missed something, so he kept silent.

Li Muchen sneered: "Don't think I don't know, tell me, is it Nether King? Or Xifu Lu?"

Tong Hao's complexion changed drastically, and he laughed suddenly: "Li Muchen, since you know everything, why bother to ask? It's useless! So what if you kill me? When you go to the Black Tortoise secret realm, Death will take care of you !"

"The servant said that you are the reincarnation of Heavenly Demon, hahahaha, how ridiculous! Master Nether King is the ruler of the three realms! You kill, kill me! As long as Lord Nether King is here, why not my soul go to the underworld? Nether King Master King will save me! You can't kill me! Hahaha..."

puff!

The black Xuanming sword pierced Tong Hao's throat.

A breath of death entangled his body and also entangled his soul.

Tong Hao struggled, his eyes filled with pain and disbelief.

"This...this is...heavenly...devil...death...qi..."

He choked out these words from his throat, and his body and soul melted together in the black dead air, and finally disappeared without a trace.

"Amitabha!"

One on the left and one on the right, two Buddhist chants sounded, and two monks appeared.

"Benefactor Li, you have too much demonic heart, and you have been unclean through calamities. I'm afraid it will be extremely difficult in the next calamity!" Haikong clasped his hands together and said, "For the sake of that bowl of belly noodles and half a salted duck, I will I can help you once, you follow me to Mount Putuo, enter the secret place of Zizhu, and stay in the mountain for three years, you will be able to wash away the demon heart, and there will be no disasters and calamities from now on."

Jingquan on the other side said: "The sword in the hands of the benefactor is a good sword, but the evil energy is too heavy, and there are sounds of injustice from hell. Why don't you follow me to Mount Jiuhua, wash away the evil energy, and return to your true nature."

Li Muchen clasped his fists at the two monks: "Masters, thank you very much. Buddhism teaches dependent origination and emptiness, and everyone has their own karma. Whether it is Putuo or Jiuhua, it is not my karma. Good intentions Got it!"

After finishing speaking, she turned around, took Lin Manqing's hand, stepped onto Ziyun, and left in a hurry.

"Master, if you are interested, see you in the Black Tortoise secret realm." Li Muchen said in the air.

Looking at Ziyun disappearing into the sky, Jingquan sighed: "Oh, magic is not magic, Tao is not Tao!"

Haikong touched his bald head, which had grown half an inch, and said, "A monk is not like a monk!"

The two looked at each other, laughed, and took steps on the left and right. Suddenly the space shook, like a dream bubble, and the two disappeared in the bubble.

Only the bright sun is shining, the insects are chirping, the heat is still there, and the cool breeze is starting to rise, and it is the beginning of autumn in the world.