Rakshasa played the pipa, and countless sound waves were gently caressed from the strings. They turned into invisible swords and stirred the air in the space.
As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of illusion, the terrifying sound waves are trembling and beating in the space, and the aura exuding is terrifying, like a mountain falling, and like the bleak fallen leaves in autumn.
In short, at this moment, thousands of tiny tears appeared on everyone's clothes, and their bodies seemed to be cut and pierced.
Death truly came at this moment.
However, suddenly.
The smile on the face of the purple rat demon Lu Xiu suddenly froze, his pupils shrank, and he looked up at the corner of the sky with a confused expression.
There was a cloud floating there.
It is white and flawless, with a strange glow on the edges, like glass, very dazzling.
There is a person standing in the clouds, wearing a lotus crown on his head, cloud boots on his feet, a heavenly silk robe that is impervious to water and fire, and holding a fly whisk in his arms.
"This person is..."
Before Lu Xiu could react, who was that Taoist, his heart suddenly shook, and then there was a dazzling white light flashing through, carrying a roar like thunder, and directly hit that person. The Rakshasa monster playing the lute was crushed.
"Pfft!"
Lu Xiu suffered backlash and spit out a mouthful of blood.
He didn't hesitate at all, with a horrified look on his face. Purple energy surged out of his body, and his body instantly shrunk and transformed into the appearance of a big rat. It was just like his name on the list of villains, the Purple Rat Demon.
After seeing the appearance of the man in the cloud, this feared demon cultivator showed up in his strongest form without any hesitation, but instead of preparing to fight, he wanted to escape.
On the rugged mountainous terrain, almost in an instant, he drilled out a thousand-meter-long protrusion. It was like a gopher digging a hole. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. It was so fast that even the person who was about to die a second ago No one in the audience reacted.
Lu Xiu fled wildly underground, digging desperately deep into the ground.
He doesn't need to know who the Taoist priest wearing the lotus crown is, and he doesn't need to think about it carefully, just because that outfit is not suitable for ordinary Taoist practitioners. Look at the terrifying aura and the thunder flowing from the fingertips. He knew that the other party must have at least touched the threshold of the Seventh Realm!
As for how strong it was, he didn't dare to analyze or explore it at all, because somewhere in the dark, he could feel that there was an aura on the Taoist's body that had locked onto him from afar.
What's even more terrifying is that no matter how deep he burrows into the ground or runs out for thousands or tens of thousands of meters, he can't get rid of the Taoist's lock.
In the dark, the purple rat demon Lu Xiu, who was under the distant mountain, suddenly felt a little itchy between his eyebrows.
He subconsciously raised his eyes, but suddenly saw a dazzling white light.
He didn't know what it was, but subconsciously knew that this white light was very dangerous, so he wanted to defend himself, but he had no time to react.
Then he died.
Even his consciousness was completely obliterated and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
He didn't know how he died, but other monks thousands of meters away saw the whole picture completely.
It was a thunderbolt.
Truly, a pale white thunderbolt as thick as a willow tree fell from the sky, carrying unstoppable and unparalleled power and sound. It fell on the earth tens of thousands of meters away, stirring up a violent wind and the mountains and forests. The ground kept shaking.
Everyone in the venue was stunned when they saw this scene.
So even if they didn't see the body of the purple rat demon Lu Xiu, they knew that the latter would definitely not survive.
"You dare to commit murder in public in broad daylight. You really think that there is no one in our sect."
Above the glazed clouds, the old man in Taoist robes holding the lotus crown on his head slowly descended. He spoke with some disdain and slowly untied his two fingers.
The thunder that day came from him.
"I haven't paid my respects to Master Muyuan yet!"
All the elders and disciples of the Taoist temple were frightened. They looked at the descending old man and had no idea what to do. Then they suddenly heard a familiar voice.
Everyone looked up and saw a middle-aged man with white eyebrows and white hair walking out from behind the clouds, opening his mouth for them to salute.
"It's Elder Xu Shi!"
Xu Shi was recognized, and the identity of the Taoist ahead of him who could trigger the thunder would be revealed.
That is the great cultivator of Nine Heavens Immortal Palace!
"I've met the real Mu Yuan!"
"Thank you so much for coming to the rescue!"
Many Taoist disciples in the field, and even other monks who were almost affected by the battle, knelt down tremblingly and kowtowed respectfully.
"It's just a matter of convenience. Even without you, if I see such a monster, I will take action."
Master Mu Yuan waved his whisk and motioned for everyone to get up.
"Elder Zeng Jian, I haven't seen you for three years. How are you doing?"
At this time, two more young disciples walked out from behind the colorful clouds. One of them had an extraordinary temperament and a smile. He was wearing a pale golden Taoist robe and had a red bird standing on his shoulder. He walked over slowly.
"Chishou!"
This person was Qin Zhishou, the Taoist genius who was the number one genius in the Beijun area back then, and who was later admitted to the Nine Heavens Immortal Palace to practice.
When Elder Zeng Jian, who was kneeling on the ground with wrinkles on his face, saw the visitor, his face instantly showed excitement.
Unlike Qin Zhishou's master Xu Shi, Qin Zhishou was loved by everyone in the Taoist temple.
The young man is young and energetic, neither humble nor arrogant. He knows etiquette and knows how to advance and retreat. He can do what he teaches. His talent is first-class. Most importantly, he has a sweet mouth. There is no one in the whole Taoist temple who dislikes him. There are even many seniors who do not like him. Zeng lamented that it would be great if Qin Zhishou was his biological son.
Now, after three years of separation, Zeng Jian was naturally very happy to see Qin Zhishou again.
The eyes of the other disciples also lit up, and they hurriedly called out to their senior brother. Under the double joy of escaping from death, they smiled brightly.
But no matter how excited and happy everyone was, and wanted to jump up and give Qin Zhishou a hug, they did not dare to make any move, because the great master of Nine Heavens Immortal Palace was still there and did not give an order to let them get up.
Seemingly realizing this, Qin Zhishou shook his head, smiled, and quickly helped Zeng Jian and others stand up:
"Fellow disciples, please get up quickly. My master does not have such etiquette. Don't be too polite."
"Master!?"
A disciple caught this sensitive word, his eyes lit up, he looked at Qin Zhishou in shock and excitement and asked:
"Senior Brother Qin, are you saying that the Taoist disciple in front of you, who has an unearthly temperament, an immortal spirit, an ageless appearance, can summon thunder, and kills the demon in an instant from ten thousand meters away, is actually your master!!?"
This long list of sincere and exaggerated flattering descriptions instantly stunned Qin Zhishou.
Mu Yuanzhen, who was standing behind him, showed a trace of a teachable expression on his face. He immediately maintained his appearance and stood there holding the fly whisk.
Qin Zhishou smiled and looked back at the old man, but did not try to discredit him.
"If the junior brothers knew that Master drinks and plays cards on weekdays, and was almost expelled from the Taoist sect for visiting a brothel in the mortal world, they would definitely be so shocked that their jaws dropped to the ground!"
