C8 Unsullied immortal beauty meridian

Under the moonlight, the radiance shone on Wang Lengyue's body, making him look exceptionally cool and mystical.

Even though Li Mushen had beaten him until he spat blood, his expression was still extremely calm.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slashed at one of the Eight Star Martial Xuan s.

Miserable screams could be heard, and blood splattered everywhere. had actually killed the Eight Star Martial Xuan like cutting vegetables.

To consecutively kill two people with Seven Stars Wu Xuan and Cultivation Level, no matter if it was Wang Clan disciples or Wang Lengyue, both were shocked once again.

How is this possible?

"If you are not Li Mushen, then who are you?"

"Of course I'm Li Mushen."

The corner of Li Mushen's mouth curled into a smile. Under Wang Lengyue's last palm strike, the Human spirit lake finally opened up and took form within her body.

At this time, the Ancient spirit strength gushed out from the Human spirit lake, circulating through the blood channels in his body, Li Mushen's aura instantly increased, like a mountain lying on the ground.

"This feeling."

Li Mushen felt that the Ancient spirit strength that he had not felt in a long time circulated through his body, and a divine light flashed in his eyes.

"How nostalgic."

"Let's go!"

Wang Lengyue's pupils suddenly shrank. She naturally felt the change that had occurred to Li Mushen, as if she had been reborn in an instant.

"All of you, stay."

The Human spirit lake in his body provided with an unending stream of power. Although his Cultivation Level was in his Seven Stars Wu Xuan, the strength of his Ancient spirit strength was not something that the people in the Wanzhou City's group could compare to.

With just a flash, Li Mushen blocked the path of the two Wang Clan disciples s and Wang Lengyue.

The two Wang Clan disciples s looked at each other, then stepped forward with swords in their hands.

Li Mushen swung his sword, and in the middle of the night, a white light flashed. The two people were directly killed by Li Mushen on the ground.

Passing the corpse, Li Mushen held onto the long sword that was drenched in blood, walking up to Wang Lengyue, and touched his face.

"Wang Lengyue, we haven't seen each other in a long time."

There was a tinge of vicissitudes in his voice.

The bottom of Wang Lengyue's heart could not help but tremble, and her cold eyes actually carried a trace of fear.

"Who the hell are you?"

In Wang Lengyue's heart, Li Mushen was merely a Wang Clan disciples who had a bit of innate talent, and had never been this strong before.

But just now, the four high order were easily beheaded like children in front of Li Mushen.

Li Mushen did not say a word, sighing in his heart.

"Wang Lengyue, the Fairy Leng Yue ten years later, will only be a little girl today. In your previous life, I was like an ant in your hands.

As he caressed Wang Lengyue's face, Li Mushen could feel her body slightly trembling.

"You stole my precious bone just to give Wang Zifeng a present, and your Wang Family wants to cut the grass off from my roots. After staying in the Wang Family for seventeen years, I can also be considered a member of the Wang Family." Li Mushen said: "Did you know? Your Wang Family shouldn't have provoked me. "

Li Mushen did not kill her. With a slap of his palm, Wang Lengyue fainted on the ground.

Stepping out of the houses, Li Mushen killed all the Wang Clan disciples on the street, and no one escaped.

Seeing the Wang Clan disciples lying in pools of blood, Li Mushen's eyes was calm.

He was not a good man, but he was not a bad man.

Regardless of whether it was in his previous life or now, whoever went against him, would pay the price of blood!

Leaving the broken house, he fished out the Little beggar from the stone well. His pale white face was ice-cold, without a trace of his aura.

Touching the Little beggar's face, Li Mushen transferred the Ancient spirit strength into her body.

Perhaps others would think that the Little beggar was hopeless, but for Li Mushen, as long as the Little beggar was not dead, there was still a chance of survival.

How could he bear to let Little beggar die when he encountered all these for him?

The Human spirit lake in Li Mushen's body was in turmoil as an endless amount of Ancient spirit strength surged into her body.

Time continued to flow, minute after minute, second after second, as the Ancient spirit strength from the Human spirit lake poured into the Little beggar's body, Li Mushen's face turned pale as he gasped for breath.

The Ancient spirit strength, under Li Mushen's control, followed a specific trajectory, moving inside the Little beggar's body.

This was a cultivation route, and after the Ancient spirit strength circulated inside the Little beggar's body for several cycles, the Little beggar finally woke up.

"Cough, cough …" Little beggar wanted to get up.

"Don't move." Li Mushen said in a gentle voice, "Do you feel a surge of energy in your body?

Little beggar nodded. After more than two hours, when Human spirit lake was about to be exhausted, he had completely remembered the several hundred cultivation routes in his body.

Li Mushen's face turned pale white, he carried Little beggar into the house.

"You're stupid." Li Mushen said.

"You said we shouldn't let anyone disturb you."

Li Mushen sighed.

In his previous life, he was the king of hell and he killed mercilessly. The number of people that died at his hands was like a mountain high, but he was willing to exhaust all of his Ancient spirit strength in order to save her for the sake of a Little beggar that he had not known for more than a few days.

"My name is Li Mushen. I have already infiltrated into your Sea of Consciousness, and I will cultivate properly to compensate you."

"I don't want it." Little beggar shook his head.