Even Wei Andong, who is very resourceful, never dreamed that the first battle of the allied forces would result in such heavy losses.
The first wave lost some [Heaven Breaking Rexes], Slave Immortals, and Flying Immortals, all of which were merely low level combatants, and were not considered to be anything if they didn't hurt the fundamentals.
But this second wave, having lost twelve advance squad leaders, Wei Andong also had some toothache.
The blame, in the end, must be on him.
Of course, this is all an afterthought.
But the most important thing in front of him is that Wei Andong obviously felt that after successive setbacks, the eyes of the other advance squad leaders around him, looking at himself, have vaguely changed, and no longer as obedient and submissive as before.
The prestige he had managed to build up was broken by Li Mu.
This damn Li Mu.
Wei Andong's eyes were like knives as he looked towards the Taixuan
The strongest of the remnants of the various races within the Taixuan Academy, the Quasi-Emperors, were considered to be the top new generation of powerhouses of the various races, and had since seen the mighty pressure of the Emperor of the Martial Dao. At this moment, this overwhelming aura was none other than the aura of the Martial Emperor. Many powerful people did not connect it to Li Mu at the first moment. It was because Li Mu's performance earlier in the day was just too amazing. Kill Immortals and be invincible. Almost everyone had subconsciously regarded Li Mu as an Immortal-level cultivator. Only a few people who knew the inside story, feeling this majestic and vast pressure, immediately reacted to what had happened, and their hearts immediately felt some relief. Beyond the Quiet Room. The two women, Wang Shiyu and Hua Wanyong, who had been waiting in agony, also breathed a sigh of relief. Li Mu all t
Wei Andong looked weak and unwell, indeed he was no longer fit to go out on the battlefield. In order to peek at the Taixuan Academy's formation breaks, he slapped his chest palm after palm, spitting out his heart's hot blood, almost whacking himself to death with severe attrition. But the other chiefs of the advance party had their hearts on fire at that moment. According to the previously discussed rules, when attacking the Taixuan Academy, each person would rely on his or her own abilities, and any proceeds would be theirs. All the Exiled Immortals were eyeing the dark golden blade in Li Mu's hand. This sword is of an unpredictable grade and has infinite power. In the hands of a lower realm cub like Li Mu, he could defeat a half-step Banished Immortal. Then if it fell into the hands of an exiled Immortal, would it be possible to kill even a True Immortal? Fine thoughts. Think carefully ...... The fire of gree
The words 'bodily death' had a cruel icy coldness to them, and all of a sudden, it was as if it caused everyone in the great hall to have their hearts frozen. "Since you can sense the aura and power within this ball of light, choose for yourselves, fuseit and raise your cultivation, and only then will you be able to guard the eight channels of this formation." The old clergyman said. At this time, Li Mu could finally be certain that the Old Godly Cleric and the Master of the Dao Palace, the Sword Monarch, and the others, had non-small plans, and were only afraid that they had already deduced and anticipated today before the advance forces of the Immortal Realm had even descended. "Elder, my big brother he ...... really ......" Sword Epilepsy's voice trembled. Ever since that day, when the Sword Monarch fought against the heavens with his sword and killed the Immortal World Passage, there was not a single day when the Sword Immortals of
The eye of the formation seems to be a small world. The Dui Zi passageway that Li Mu had chosen was located in the western part of the Taixuan Academy's formation shield. Entering it, it seems to have entered another world, the scenery in front of me is illusory, the academy and the immortal forcesoutside are all gone, in front of me is a mountain range with continuous Bodhi trees, seemingly an underground dragon, toward the endless west. This mountain range was the passageway to the [Hidden Sky Formation] Tui Zi Formation Eye. In order to break the formation, one would need to pass through this mountain range, and destroying a thousand meter tall old Bodhi tree at the beginning of the mountain range would be tantamount to breaking one of the formation's eyes. Jun Wu Yao was one of the last remaining heirs of the Holy Land of the Moxiang Book and Sea. That day, Li Mu knocked out hundreds of scholars from the Sea of Moxiang Books and br
Damn. How did this lower realm creature from the small Chaos World suddenly have such strength? The sword light flashed. The three green mountains were directly split apart and turned into a sky full of rubble. The green light was silent and dimmed. The three green-colored immortal pills, appearing in form, lost their previous color and dimmed in light, and returned to the hands of the [Tracing Gold Taoist Master]. Especially one of them, a hairline sword mark appeared on it. This caused [Tracing Gold Taoist Master] to feel a fleshly pain in his heart. "True damn it, it will take at least a year to fully warm up and mellow out." The three green dan, is his life cross cultivation of the establishment of the weapon, countless years with the spirit of the yuan nourishing nourishing, comparable to the life of the weapon, is the most important thing Dan cultivator. Although it is not the first time that scars appear,
"Li Mu, I'm not going to die with you." The high-crowned young man was in a state of madness. He had thought that after careful preparation and the assistance of many high-quality Immortal Weapons and Immortal Dans, he would definitely be able to win the battle when he encountered Li Mu again. Who knew, instead, it was worse than the last time. Last time, he was just being counted on, resulting in the Green Immortal Lance being taken. This time, he was straight up hung. That long, dark golden blade, in Li Mu's hands, had infinite greatness, and with one slash, heaven and earth synergized, completely suppressing him from the very beginning of the battle. Li Mu's strength was unknown how many times stronger than the last time they fought. At this moment, the tall-crowned, magnificent young man was covered in blood. A scar cut by a flying knife was like being lynched. Immortal blood, spilling over the Bodhi
"How come?" White clouds are like mountains. The sword minister of the One Sword Sect stood at the top of the clouds, no longer having the immortal style and moral integrity he had before, and was in quite a state of disarray, looking at a sword mark on his body with an embarrassed expression. Not deep. But there has been bleeding. He couldn't accept that he had been injured by two lowly and vulgar sword cultivators from the lower realms who had injured his noble immortal body. Opposite. The two people, Sword Epileptic and Sword Idiot, had both lost their sanity in general, with crazy hot blood amazons burning in their eyes. The immortal artifact longswords in their hands were also all suffused with a color of killing blood that was different from the previous sword qi true essence. "Some sort of elixir that catalyzes the life essence?" Jian Chen looked at this pair of lower realm sword cultivators.
What's going on here? The Sixteenth Prince was stunned. This woman, the power ...... in her body seems to be the power of the ...... immortal world? How could a mere mortal from the lower realms have such power? That layer of purple halo shroud, radiating a mysterious and arcane luster, as if it was an enchantment from the topmost king of the Immortal Realm, exuding a lofty pressure amidst the uncontested world. This kind of power aura was something that the 16th Prince had only ever seen on the bodies of a handful of True Immortal level Immortal Realm powerhouses. An illusion? Hallucinations? The Sixteenth Prince reacted and struck again. The sword light flashed. Ding ding ding! The Immortal Sword chopped on the purple shield, emitting a crisp sound of metal clashing. A shroud that was like substance. There was only a hint of ripples in reaction, and no cracks appeared. I