The old man raised his head and looked quietly at Wang Shimu across the long table.
The moment he raised his head, two invisible lights flashed out of the old man's eyes, like two sharp swords slashing at Wang Shimu across the long table.
Wang Shimu was once an elder of Shenlong Valley and had a late Mahayana cultivation level.
After the Valley Master and several Supreme Elders left, he became the Great Elder's butler in order to gain more rights in the Divine Dragon Valley.
With the great elder supporting him, how could he feel afraid?
Seeing the two slashing sword energies, Wang Shimu was shocked and angry, with a deep sarcasm on his face.
In his eyes, no disciple in Shenlong Valley would be so weak to the two sword energies.
I wonder if the old guy would rather die than bow his head? Waiting to be humiliated by yourself! So, let us help you.
Just when he was about to unleash his Mahayana cultivation and cut down these two weak sword energies.
In an instant, the sneer on his face turned into winter ice.
A high temperature that could burn out nine days spurted out from the two weak sword energy, instantly freezing Wang Shimu's late Mahayana cultivation.
That is a divine fire that is beyond the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon! Moreover, the divine fire condensed into two silk-like sword auras!
Wang Shimu seemed to see the raging golden flames flooding the Shenlong Valley, unrivaled wherever it went.
Two destructive sword energies pierced into his eyes like lightning.
In great horror, Wang Shimu, who was in the Mahayana realm, let out a shrill cry.
Only then did he realize that the sword energy shooting out of the old man's eyes was not ridiculous, but he was the one who was ridiculous.
The torn pupils suddenly closed tightly, trying to avoid the old man's two sword energy.
Just two sword energies that surpassed the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon had pierced into his eyes like lightning.
There was a popping sound, and two inaudible sounds resounded in the hall.
Two extremely thin blood holes appeared in Wang Shimu's eyes, and then the dragon's fire ignited in his eyes.
The two destructive sword energies not only pierced his pupils, but also drove straight into his divine sea!
In just an instant, two golden flames burned in Wang Shimu's eyes, and the blood splattered stained the long ironwood table in front of him red.
Huge pain, boundless darkness.
And the blazing flames in the divine sea instantly destroyed the late Mahayana, and it wouldn't take long to break through, as the great elder's steward's consciousness.
"Oh my God! What kind of sword energy are you doing!"
Wang Shimu covered his eyes and fell to the cold ground, writhing in great pain.
Like a dying monster, it let out screams of despair and death.
The old man took a cup of tea and took a sip of the spiritual tea. The spark in his eyes had been extinguished and he had regained his previous clarity.
Looking at Wang Shimu who was rolling on the ground, he said coldly: "I know that you have always wanted to cause trouble for me, and I also know that your master has always been very restless."
"My sword energy is not just the dragon's fire." Long Qingfeng put down the tea cup in his hand and said quietly.
Wang Shimu, who was covering his head and howling in pain on the ground, his eyes had turned into two black holes, and the divine fire gradually extinguished.
Long Qingfeng looked at him and said quietly: "I call him the God-Eating Fire!"
After saying these words, he waved his hand and a breeze swept Wang Shimu on the ground and flew towards the main hall, followed by a dull sound.
Two heavy doors were closed tightly.
...
On a summer night, Wang Shimu, the steward of the great elder of Shenlong Valley and a great monk in the late Mahayana period, was blinded by the divine fire of Long Qingfeng in Fuxian Valley.
Not only that, this mysterious fire also burned away Wang Shimu's divine sea, completely destroying his cultivation. He fell from the altar and became an ordinary mortal overnight.
Wang Shimu's head turned gray overnight and he saw that he would not live more than ten years.
Long Qingfeng was still practicing in the main hall. Xiaobai didn't even know that his master had killed the elders of the Dragon Valley in front of the hall while talking and laughing.
A few days later, the great elder who returned from his trip looked at the great elder who was kneeling under the pear tree outside the hall to greet him.
Looking at the butler's empty blind eyes, he couldn't help but frown.
"Is all this the doing of that old guy?"
The great elder said to himself, flicked his sleeves to help the housekeeper on the ground, and asked quietly: "Did you see clearly what sword he used?"
Wang Shimu shook his head and replied tremblingly: "The sword energy comes from his eyes..."
With a bang, the great elder felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
He couldn't help but frown and asked: "What happened? How dare he hurt your eyes and destroy your cultivation?"
Wang Shimu gritted his teeth and said: "My subordinate just followed the master's instructions and went to find Old Man Long and asked him to make a sword... Then he destroyed the subordinate and asked the master to make the decision for me."
Not willing to forge a sword for yourself?
The great elder frowned slightly, and the frost on his face became even colder.
Without the Divine Dragon Sword, he would not be able to ascend the throne of the Valley Lord justifiably. And his nephew doesn't know when he will come back.
He asked Wang Shimu to find Long Qingfeng, already expecting something to happen. However, he didn't expect that the other party would just slash out a sword energy from both eyes.
Then he destroyed his own confidants.
He looked at Wang Shimu and said in a deep voice: "You should go home and rest first. I will try to find a magic medicine for you to see if it can restore your cultivation."
"It's a gift that is grateful to the master."
Wang Shimu said expressionlessly: "Long Qingfeng is just an ordinary old man in the valley. He dares to be rude to the great elder. Isn't this the following offense?"
At the moment, Wang Shimu was only thinking about revenge, thinking about how the great elder could destroy Long Qingfeng's cultivation on his behalf.
Who would have imagined how shocked the great elder was at this moment.
The Great Elder said in a cold voice: "We will discuss this later. You go home and rest first."
Wang Shimu was speechless. If he couldn't do anything to the old man even with his beauty, what could he do as a useless person?
Seeing Wang Shimu leave silently, the great elder felt a shocking wave of emotions in his heart.
Just a sword energy from his eyes crippled Wang Shimu in the late Mahayana period. What kind of terrifying cultivation level does this require?
"This is definitely not the power of Shenlong Valley."
Looking at the direction where Wang Shimu disappeared, the elder said to himself in a daze.
…
Li Xiuyuan, who was far away in Luoshui Town, didn't know that a sudden change had occurred in the distant Shenlong Valley.
After waking up one night and tidying up, he took Xiao Hei to the inn for breakfast.
The two planned to have breakfast and then set off to the desert place Xiao Hei mentioned to find their chance.
"Oh, look at the situation, the two young masters are leaving!"
The proprietress of the inn came over with a pot of tea, looked at the two of them and greeted them with a smile, her eyes clearly showing that she was reluctant to let the two rich men leave so soon.
Li Xiuyuan looked up and saw the honest shopkeeper sitting at the counter. It seemed that the guy yesterday was indeed a fake.
"Now that we have rested, we two brothers naturally want to go out and play."
Li Xiuyuan picked up the kettle and poured it for Xiao Hei. He picked up a cup and said with a smile.
The landlady sat down next to the table and asked with a smile: "I wonder what you two want to eat? Our inn has porridge and noodles, I will keep it to your satisfaction."
"Xiao Qi, cook two bowls of beef noodles for the two young masters, and cut two pounds of soy sauce beef."
The shopkeeper sitting at the counter said, "I'll invite you two gentlemen. I surprised you yesterday."
After saying that, the shopkeeper in a green shirt came out from the backstage, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "I just went out for a walk yesterday, but unexpectedly a killer came to the store, scaring the two gentlemen."
"Sir, why are you out here?" The landlady looked at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Our shopkeeper is not in good health these days, so I asked him to rest at home."
"It seems that we have disturbed you." Li Xiuyuan put down the teacup in his hand and said calmly.
"We are open for business, and everyone who comes is a guest... It was my fault yesterday. If I had been here, this trouble would not have happened." The shopkeeper said with a smile.
Xiao Hei glanced at Li Xiuyuan and said, "Brother, Xiao Hei is hungry."
The shopkeeper clapped his hands and said appreciatively: "Xiao Qi tells the cooks in the back to hurry up and don't let the two young masters starve!"
Li Xiuyuan put his hand on Xiao Hei's shoulder, patted it, and said with a smile: "Xiao Hei, you are a foodie, the shopkeeper has given you the order."
"I know, brother, where were those bad guys yesterday? Why didn't you see them today?" Xiao Hei thought of the man in black who was beaten up by Li Xiuyuan.
"Those three guys left early this morning!" The proprietress poured a cup of tea into her hands and said with a smile.
"Thank you to the boss lady and the shopkeeper. My brother is out for a walk... maybe he will come back another day." Li Xiuyuan was not willing to take advantage.
Regardless of whether this is a white shop or a black shop, he still has enough money to eat.
While he was talking, the waiter Xiao Qi came over with steaming beef noodles, looked at Xiao Hei and laughed and said: "Brother, hurry up, Xiao Hei is going to starve to death."
…
The spring sun was shining brightly. Before leaving Luoshui Town, Li Xiuyuan took Xiao Hei around the market and the two of them bought clothes and boots.
Xiao Hei simply bought a bunch of snacks, saying that he was very hungry after spending all his money a few days ago.
Meeting Li Xiuyuan was something he never imagined. After all, he had been looking forward to this day for several years.
"If Xiao Hei meets another brother again, he plans to go to the desert to have a try."
Riding on the horse, Xiao Hei still had a bunch of candied haws in his mouth and kept chattering excitedly.
In Li Xiuyuan's eyes, he felt faintly sad.
Xindao was kicked out of Shenlong Valley by his master. He had no relatives in Shenlong Continent, so he was wandering outside alone.
In order to be afraid of being chased, he had to turn into a crow. He thought that he had suffered enough, but he didn't expect Xiao Hei to be even worse.
From Xiao Hei, he even saw the shadow of the Loulan Wang family chasing him.
My heart couldn't help but be filled with rage, and I thought to myself, "Don't let me meet the killers from Shenlong Valley. I will kill every one I see, without mercy."
"When I go to Shenlong Valley to meet the master, you can leave here with me."
Li Xiudi didn't want to say more, but he believed that his master would not reject him when he took Xiao Hei away from the Dragon Continent.
After all, the old Taoist priest even took the big guy Zhu Yan away with him, so what if there was one more little Hei?
If you think about it carefully, Master also has many of his friends around him.
First there was Xiao Long'er and Long Hongchen, and then there was a big guy named Yan, and there might be another Xiao Hei in the future.
Looking at the long road ahead, Li Xiuyuan is full of confidence.
Just when he was lost in thought, Xiao Hei suddenly asked: "Brother, I haven't seen you for many years, why are you darker than Xiao Hei?"
Li Xiuyuan was stunned, looked at him with a wry smile and said, "It's a long story. I'll tell you slowly some other time, brother."
The two were chatting happily, but before they knew it, they had left Luoshui Town fifty miles away and entered the desert.
The two horses suddenly screamed and pulled back together, refusing to move forward.
Li Xiuyuan was startled. When he looked up, he saw nothing but perfect weather. A gust of scenery blew up from the flat ground. The overwhelming yellow sand obscured his sight. Even if he used his spiritual consciousness, he could not tell the direction.
If it were any other monk, this group might have fled long ago.
Xiao Hei jumped off the horse, looked at Li Xiuyuan and said nervously: "Brother, come down quickly, this is the desert scenery."
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