Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

In the early morning, the mist was floating in the mountains, like a soft veil gently covering the winding path. The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on the wet ground in a mottled manner, adding a touch of warm color to this quiet path.

At this quiet and fresh moment, an elegant and vibrant scent of green grass quietly spreads, as if it is the most delicate brushstrokes of nature, lightly sketching on this landscape painting.

This fragrance is fresh and slightly sweet. It is not as strong and attractive as flowers, but it has a unique charm that makes people feel relaxed and refreshed. It quietly permeates the air, swaying gently with the breeze, sometimes seeming to touch the cheek, and sometimes like a whisper from the distant mountains, making people involuntarily slow down their pace, take a deep breath, and try to take this purity and vitality into their chest.

Zhou Li wanted to laugh when he thought about what would happen next.

“Aa ...

The goods given by Baicao Sect must be pure. If it weren't for the faint orchid fragrance that the Taoist priest has on his body, this bottle of aromatherapy would definitely be her treasure.

But fortunately, the Taoist priest had no use for this thing, and he was not very interested in such worldly things, so Zhou Li threw the bottle of pure ice behind him indifferently.

Normally, this wonderful fragrance would make people feel relaxed and happy, and make them feel as if their whole body is clear.

Stinky, extremely foul smell.

The stench is so stench that even immortals cannot stand it.

These monks instantly fell to the ground, covering their mouths and noses and vomiting continuously. The stench that went straight into their souls made them lose the ability to move instantly.

Because of anger, they forgot that cultivating immortals can close the five senses. Also because of anger, they forgot that vomiting will subconsciously inhale.

Breathe in and smell the stench.

Vomit.

Inhale subconsciously after vomiting.

Smells bad.

Vomit.

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With a wonderful and graceful brake, Zhou Li jumped off the Wuling Hongguang. He looked at the purgatory map behind him, sighed, and straightened the photo stone that had been attached to the car for a long time, and then said seriously:
"No one is allowed to say I blew up shit this time, because I didn't."

"If everyone thinks you did it, but you think you didn't, then according to the rule that the majority crushes the minority, your words are close to farting."

Tang Wan said.

"Then you did it too."

"Hey you?"

This move can only be described as a bit insidious. The attack methods in the world of immortal cultivation are all kinds of strange, including flying swords, spiritual arts, five elements Taoism, etc., but no one has considered things like biological and chemical gas bombs.

It's a non-toxic version.

In fact, using these people to attack Zhou Li was a very sinister move. As the boss of a famous and upright sect, Zhou Li could not face the young generation of other sects and kill them. He would chop them into small pieces and wrap them into buns. Even if these people were really controlled and wanted to kill Zhou Li, Zhou Li was indeed forced to fight back, but he would still be criticized and the reputation of the old master would be damaged.

Therefore, Zhou Li was helpless as he could not kill Ounei. Most of his current methods were to inflict a serious blow to the opponent, while others that could not inflict a serious blow were to make the opponent suffer a fate worse than death.

These monks in the red eye disease state will not be afraid at all, so even if Zhou Li comes to a fierce opponent, they will not be afraid. Even if Zhou Li really blows up, these people will rush towards Zhou Li with purgatory and let him die miserably.

"What's happening here?"

Zhou Li walked over to a male cultivator who was already choking on vomiting, with a hint of doubt in his eyes, "Are you anxious?"

"Let me see."

Jiang Li came over. She was well-informed and put her hand on the other person's forehead. She closed her eyes and began to sense. After a moment, she opened her eyes and said solemnly, "I can't tell."

Then you were solemn for a long time.

But Zhou Li and Tang Wan both knew that Jiang Li's words "can't tell" meant that there was really a big problem with these people.

Jiang Li's knowledge is beyond doubt, even the old Taoist priest cannot be compared with her. Therefore, if even Jiang Li can't tell what these people have encountered, then it is likely that others don't know what is going on.

The problem arises here.

"If these people died, something bad would happen."

Zhou Li stood in front of these people with his hands on his hips, and said with a headache: "They are all the next leaders of the major sects. If they all die here, even if it wasn't done by Longhu Mountain, it would be difficult for them to have a good ending."

"Then the question arises again."

Touching his chin and looking up, Zhou Li looked towards Qingyun Peak, which was taller than Dieshan Mountain. He frowned and asked softly:

"So where is the old Taoist priest?"
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Endless flames forged a purgatory. The old Taoist priest stood calmly on the lava, leaving faint traces of wind under his feet. He looked at the huge monster in front of him, sighed, and said, "Are you willing to pay such a painful price to kill him?"

The headless neck was flowing with dark magma like the vent of a lava volcano. The mountain-like giant was trapped in place by countless stone locks. A pair of blood-red eyes were engraved on his chest, staring at the old Taoist priest.

Why do you...protect him?

Shaking his head with a hint of regret, the old Taoist priest looked at the lava giant and said calmly, "Lu Anping is a good young man. What you are doing will only destroy the last glimmer of Dianhuo."

【I want to...kill him】

The words of the Fire Lord's remains were filled with absolute calmness. [The existence of the Sourceless Man will destroy everything. If you don't do anything, I will.]

"You know he is a person without a source. I know that, and the Spirit Master and Soul Master naturally know that too. But why don't they kill him, but insist on you killing him?"

The old Heavenly Master asked.

[Because, they are birds of a feather! ]

The remains of the Fire Lord suddenly became excited and roared hysterically: [A bunch of fools blinded by so-called emotions! They are not worthy of being the Three Lords! At this time, inaction means destruction! ]

The old Taoist priest looked at the remains of the Fire Lord in silence for a long time. Then he slowly said:

"There are many different accounts of the Fire Lord's death, but in the final analysis, everyone believes that the Fire Lord died in order to allow humanity to survive."

"So, is the Fire Lord a fool who is controlled by his emotions?"

The Fire Lord was stunned, but soon, the lava on his body began to release a terrifying temperature, and his body continued to expand like a ghost. For him, he only needed to trap the old master here to make everything settle.

If it was the old Heavenly Master in his prime, he might be a little bit afraid. But now the old Heavenly Master has split himself into several clones, so he naturally does not have the power he had before.

Therefore, the remaining body of the Fire Lord was confident that it could trap and restrain him.

As for the others...

Meaningless.

Zhuge Qing stared blankly at the Qingyun Peak where flames were shooting up into the sky, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

Is this also in your plan?
Master. (End of this chapter)