I Am the Emperor

"Although you are powerful, I have a high-grade ghost weapon, Qingshan Cauldron, given by my master. You can never kill me!"

The magic weapon in the world is made of countless ancient runes of heaven and earth, and the great formation of heaven and earth.

Ordinary things, treasures, spirits, ghosts, kings, human treasures, authentic treasures, heavenly treasures, heavenly soldiers, and rulers.

A ghost weapon is extremely precious, whether it is the material or the ghost pattern in it, it is very difficult to find.

Unexpectedly, his master gave this Leng Qiutian a ghost weapon.

It seems that his master must have a high status.

"A small ghost weapon can stop me?" Li Mushen said.

He walked towards the cold hatred again.

Leng Choutian was in the Green Mountain Cauldron. After swallowing the healing holy pill just now, his physical injuries were recovering. Although he did not fully recover the injuries he suffered, he had at least recovered about 70% to 80%. .

"go!"

Leng Qi saw Li Mushen coming, his eyes were cold.

Without any hesitation, he gave a low drink and sacrificed the green mountain cauldron!

On the Qingshan Cauldron, countless ghost patterns flickered, and the cyan light was generous, and it slammed away to Li Mushen.

With the power of destroying the dead, the earth cracked and dented.

Suddenly, Qingshan Ding slammed down from the sky of Li Mushen.

Li Mushen stretched out his hand and grabbed Qingshan Ding.

From that green mountain cauldron, a tyrannical tiger power emerged!

This power of a tiger has even reached the power of thirty tigers or more!

Therefore, when Li Mushen blocked this green mountain cauldron, a terrifying giant force came over!

The ground under my feet cracked, and I felt great pressure on my body!

"It actually blocked it." As for Leng Qiutian, seeing Li Mushen blocking Qingshan Ding's attack, he was of course extremely shocked.

To know the power of this ghost weapon, it can burst out the power of thirty tigers, and even a warrior in the early realm of Tibetan God can't resist.

Is this Li Mushen really a small open-pulse martial artist?

Leng Qiutian's brows were furrowed, and he felt that it was not an easy task to get the "Sura Sovereign Art" from Li Mushen.

"A mere ghost weapon, delusional to kill me?"

Li Mushen grabbed the Qingshan Ding and shot a sharp cold light from his eyes!

I saw Li Mushen's body, the spiritual veins lying like a horned dragon!

Thirty-five spiritual veins were completely opened!

hoo hoo hoo! ! !

It seemed that there was an ancient fierce tiger roaring and roaring.

Thirty-five tiger powers, a complete explosion!

The terrifying power completely erupted from the body of Li Mushen!

He grabbed it hard, and the Green Mountain Cauldron smashed to the ground!

boom-

As the Qingshan Cauldron smashed to the ground, the entire ground shook!

"return."

Leng Qiutian pinched the handprint in his hand, wanting to recall the Green Mountain Cauldron.

But at this time, he saw Li Mushen bite his index finger.

You Yingying's blood flowed down her fingers.

Using his index finger as a pen, he quickly stroked the green mountain tripod.

In the blink of an eye, an ancient and mysterious blood color and ghost pattern appeared.

"Broken." Li Mushen sighed softly.

Immediately, the blood-colored and ghost-patterned rays of light soared, and they were completely integrated into the green mountain cauldron.

The blood-colored and ghost patterns almost turned into thousands of blood-colored silk threads, crisscrossing the entire Green Mountain Cauldron.

Soon, this green mountain cauldron will be completely covered!

"return!"

Leng Qiutian felt that his connection with the Qingshan Ding was getting weaker and weaker, his face was ugly, and he shouted.

With the slight tremor of Qingshan Ding, it completely returned to its original state.

"This……

Leng Qiutian was stunned.

"How is this possible."

This high-grade ghost weapon is a defensive magic weapon, and it was specially given to him by the master!

It contains the fourth-class ghost pattern of Kongtong Demon Gate.

However, he saw Li Mushen draw a **** and ghost pattern on the Qingshan Cauldron, and he actually controlled this ghostly Qingshan Cauldron like this?

How this made him feel unbelievable!

To be able to suppress the fourth-class ghost pattern of the Kongtong Demon Gate, he must have painted an existence above the fourth-class ghost pattern!

A holy son of a small Asura Holy Land, how could he have mastered the existence of the fourth-class ghost pattern or above? !

Leng Qiutian's expression was a little pale, and he looked at Li Mushen.

I always feel that today's Li Mushen has become so mysterious that it is impossible to see through him!

"Return the Qingshan Ding to me!"

Leng Qiutian was angry, and saw a cyan sword appear in his hand!

Holding the cyan sword, he killed Li Mushen.

Li Mushen's finger moved, and the Qingshan Ding burst into a **** light, soaring into the sky, ruthlessly suppressing the Leng Qiutian!

Leng Qiutian saw that Qingshan Ding came to suppress him, his face suddenly changed greatly, and he quickly resisted!

boom!

When Qingshan Ding suppressed the head of Leng Qiutian, there was a sudden aura of Taishan pressing the top!

Leng Choutian let out a groan, and all the bones in his body were making a clicking sound!

The pain he suffered was immense!

Even under the suppression of this Qingshan Ding, he couldn't breathe.

The whole body is shaking!

Leng Qiutian could not have imagined that after Li Mushen painted that **** and ghost pattern in the Qingshan Ding, he not only got the control of this Qingshan Ding!

At the same time, it has also increased the power of this Green Mountain Cauldron several times!

All of this is unstoppable by Leng Qiutian.

In his heart, a retreat has already sprung up!

intend to escape.

But how could Li Mushen let him escape.

From the Qingshan Cauldron, the power of repression has become more and more terrifying!

Countless blood and ghost patterns shine brightly on the Qingshan Cauldron.

A more terrifying power erupted from the Qingshan Cauldron!

Leng Qiutian couldn't bear it any longer, his legs sank, and he fell to his knees!

A powerful force crushed his flesh.

The flesh began to crumble, and there were cracks.

The dazzling precious blood flowed out along the crack in the flesh.

If it goes on like this, Leng Qiutian will definitely be crushed into a mass of minced meat by this green mountain cauldron!

In Leng Qiutian's heart, it was already full of absolute fear at this time!

Full of absolute fear!

He doesn't want to die!

Therefore, he hurriedly called to Li Mushen: "Li Mushen, you... you can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"Why can't I kill you?"

"I am the Qianlong-level disciple of the Kongtong Demon Gate, and my master is the holy son of the Kongtong Demon Gate! If you kill me, the Kongtong Demon Gate, my master, will not let you go!"

"Similarly, I won't let the Asura Holy Land go!"

"So, are you threatening me?" Li Mushen said lightly.

In the Green Mountain Cauldron, a tyrannical force was once again released.

Leng Qiutian opened his mouth to speak, but he spit out a mouthful of blood!

"You...you can't kill me."

The pale face of Leng Qiutian has become even weaker.

Li Mushen looked at him indifferently and said: "Kongtong Demon Gate, Kongtong Holy Son, let them come, they will know what the price of provoking the Shura Holy Land will be."

After a pause, Li Mushen said to Leng Choutian, "So now, I don't have time to play with you anymore, you can die."

After speaking, from the green mountain cauldron, the blood and ghost patterns seemed to have turned into the blazing sun in the sky, burning roaringly.

The blood-colored brilliance completely enveloped that Leng Qiutian.

Under the green mountain cauldron with the blessing of the ninth-class ghost pattern, Li Mushen believed that he could easily obliterate the cold hatred.

However, in the next moment, something unexpected happened!

I saw that Qingshan Ding suddenly trembled, as if being pulled by a force, and flew out directly, hitting Li Mushen.

Li Mushen stretched out his hand and easily blocked the smashing Qingshan Cauldron.

Qingshan Ding was suspended beside Li Mushen.

Squinting slightly, Li Mushen looked at Leng Qiutian.

I saw Leng Qiutian at this time, under the suppression of the Qingshan Ding, the flesh and blood of the whole body had collapsed, and the blood was flowing out, dyeing his clothes completely red!

The current Leng Qiutian has completely turned into a **** man.

However, looking at Leng Qiutian standing there, Li Mushen could feel that his temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.

A pair of evil eyes looked at Li Mushen coldly, as if to see through Li Mushen completely.

"Who are you?" Li Mu said.

He knew that the current Leng Qiutian had been controlled by others.

"I am his master, Son of Kongtong."

Leng Qiutian spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

"Is the world's number one supreme treasure book "Asura Supreme Secret Art" in your hands in ancient rumors?"

"Yes, in my hands."

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Leng Qiutian's mouth, and said, "Hand over the "Asura Supreme Art", I will spare your life."

"Spare my life?" Li Mushen said lightly.

"Little ants, how can they have such a treasure? It's a waste of money."

Li Mushen shook his head, no longer talking nonsense with this Son of Kongtong who occupied the body of Leng Qiutian.

He's out.

Stepping on the sky-level martial arts 'running across the sky', the whole person turned into a streamer, fast as lightning.

Almost in an instant, he was impulsive in front of that Leng Qiutian.

With his left hand, he grabbed Leng Qiutian's throat.

"Let me go." Son of Kongtong's icy voice came.

His eyes were secluded and he looked at Li Mushen.

Li Mu Shen said: "If you want to get the "Asura Supreme Art", it is better for you to come in person."

"You dare!" In Leng Qiutian's eyes, a cold light burst out.

The five fingers of his right hand are bent like sharp claws!

Violently grabbed Li Mushen Tianling Gai!

Li Mushen's expression was calm, and he didn't dodge the slightest bit when the cold hatred's five fingers grabbed it.

But force in the hand.

The powerful force immediately crushed that Leng Qiutian's throat!

Suddenly, the aura on Leng Qiutian's body turned into nothingness and turned into a corpse.

A cyan light and shadow rushed out from Leng Qiutian's corpse, and evolved the phantom of a man in front of Li Mushen!

This person is the Son of Kongtong!

At this time, the son of Kongtong had a gloomy expression on his face.

"You dare to kill me!"

"Why don't you dare."

"You wait for me, and I will pick it up with my own hands!"

"I am waiting."

Raising his hand and punching, the phantom of the Son of Kongtong was instantly blasted away by Li Mushen's punch!

At this very moment, the Kongtong Demon Gate is a million miles away.

The Son of Kongtong, who was in retreat, suddenly opened his eyes!

In the eyes, there is a cold light like electricity, bursting into the sky!

"Saint Son of Shura, Li Mushen!"