Chapter 2481 Descendants of Nuwa

"Blood feud? Meow..."

The soft black cat of the black cat exploded, as if black thorns were inserted there upside down. If one did not listen to the sound or look at the head, it would be enough to make people mistakenly think that it was not a cat, but a Hedgehogs.

Its sharp cat claws flashed out, pointing at the shameless lunatic, the master of Wuming sect, with a sharp voice, as if it was covered with black thorns, so sharp and vicious.

"It's a shame you have the face to say such things, meow..."

"Obviously we have a bloody feud with you, okay? In the past, you damn mortals invaded my God's Domain and slaughtered how many people in my God's Domain? As for you, you deserve it! If you bloody invaders didn't invade my God's Domain, how could you be so miserable? What will happen? Meow..."

The head of the Wuming sect is not angry, after all, that bloody history has been completely distorted long ago.

How could these shameless Shenyu people admit to the heinous crimes they once committed?

But those shameless Shenyu people are the ultimate victors, and the victors have the right to write history, and naturally have the right to cover up or even distort the truth of history.

Winners often write themselves as the party of light and justice, and use all kinds of vicious words to smear the losers. This is equivalent to digging out the bones of the losers and soaking them in the ink, letting them blacken into the bone marrow. It is so dark to the depths of the soul that even if it is finally washed in the vast ocean, it may not be washed clean.

"In the past, it was Panlong who knelt down and begged us to 'invade' God's Domain with snot and tears. If you want to blame it, blame him." The master of the Wuming Sect looked at the ugly black cat with the eyes of a clown, Said such a fact lightly.

History will be distorted, but facts are facts and no one can change them.

"Oh, I really want to remember. In the past, when Panlong knelt in front of our Lord Nuwa and begged for an 'invasion', your cat seemed to be there too. You looked so pitiful, like a victim A bullying child needs an adult to help you avenge your hatred."

There was a trace of sarcasm on Wuming Sect Master's always dull face, and the words he said also carried sharp thorns, which was completely different from his previous dull image.

"You... nonsense! Extremely shameless! Extremely shameless! Meow..." The black cat became furious, its hair exploded, and its sharp claws showed, wishing to scratch a few bloodstains on the opponent's face.

The black cat is really angry, how can he hate this guy so much? How could he... tell the truth? Isn't this quite immoral, cutting open someone's scar to expose the dark meat inside, just throwing a handful of salt at the same time?

Doesn't he know that losers should have the consciousness of losers?

You deserve only to huddle in that fetid dark corner,

Wait for the day when we are in a better mood and trample you to death.

The black cat couldn't help but wanted to complain about Panlong, you said you can't kill those eight damn envoys first and then fall asleep?

Now, the eight envoys have become a huge headache.

What? Not a problem? Just die with them? Why don't you die? Meow……

Wuming Sect Master opened his mouth slightly and pointed to his own teeth: "I have teeth."

The black cat was so angry that its body was about to explode. It felt that it should do something, even if it didn't do anything, it should say a few harsh words to let the other party know that it was very angry now.

It said viciously: "I don't care if you come here to do it, get back to your Sumeria right now, or don't blame me for scratching your face, meow..."

"You don't have the guts." Wuming Sect Master said lightly, "You don't even have the strength."

There was no sarcasm or sarcasm in this reply, but rather plain, which meant that this was an iron-clad fact, and there was no need to add any adjectives at all.

"..." The black cat was so angry that he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, a beautiful butterfly broke through the air and flew to the black cat.

The black cat glared fiercely at the Wuming Sect Master. The cat held down the butterfly with its paws, and said viciously, "You'd better go back to your den of thieves! Meow..."

Then the figure disappeared there, as if it had never appeared before.

Mengdie brought the message, so he couldn't let this damned ignorance get it, so he had to stay far away.

After a moment of silence, the head of Wuming sect cast his gaze downwards, and then a strange scarlet cloud quickly drifted downwards.

...

Li Zedao's body paused, and his eyes became serious.

There were two more people in front of him, one was Old Man Kongshan, and the other was Daoist Changsheng.

These two old guys with terrifying strength appeared quietly, and they all looked at Li Zedao with calm eyes.

They don't have any strong aura on them, just like two old men with good spirits, but Li Zedao clearly feels that there are two more mountains in front of him, two insurmountable mountains, even more The frightening thing is that these two mountains are moving towards him little by little, as if they want to crush him.

"Young man, I'm afraid you are going to come with us." The old man Kongshan said straight to the point.

Such an outstanding young man has become the pawn of the demon who should have completely disappeared in the demon realm. It is really distressing.

What is even more distressing is that so many Tianjiao were killed by him, which is a great loss for God's Domain.

However, the old man Kongshan is still willing to give this young man a chance to be a man again, otherwise there would be an extra horrible corpse on the ground.

Li Zedao didn't ask the word "why" so stupidly. If he guessed correctly, the eagle-eyed old ghost might have already fought with these two terrifying strong men, and was even killed.

This can be seen from the slightly pale complexions on the faces of these two people. It is obvious that they are both injured.

And at this time, the only one who can fight them is the eagle-eyed old ghost.

With the insidiousness of the eagle-eyed old ghost, it is natural to throw the black demon and himself out before dying.

After all, no matter whether it was the old man Kongshan and the real Changsheng who were wiped out, or the black demon was wiped out, this is what the eagle-eyed old ghost would like to see.

From the eagle-eyed old ghost's point of view, he was subordinate to the black devil, so these two old men made trouble for him.

Li Zedao slowly pulled out the soul sword on his back, his face was dignified but fearless, and the fighting spirit on his body became stronger and stronger.

He was like a moth about to bravely pounce on the candle flame.

Old Man Kongshan and Daoist Changsheng frowned. They couldn't figure out why this young man would make such a superfluous and stupid move.

To express his courage? Or was he really, really stupid? Or, does he really think that he has the strength to draw a sword and fight?

Or, what kind of black demon is helping him to sweep around here?

In fact, Li Zedao was about to cry. He wasn't showing his courage at all, and he didn't think he had the strength to draw a sword to fight. He just had to make such a superfluous and stupid move in his opinion.

When he was in that area, he didn't need to worry about the Wuming sect master seeing anything, so he could just dig out the heart of the corpse, he could also be a hero to save the beauty, and he could even tease that beautiful woman.

But now, who knows where the Wuming Sect Master is watching?

So now he can only draw his sword, at least to show it to the ignorant sect master who doesn't know if he is in the dark, even if he meets the terrible Lingxianjing strongman, there are still two, and he has no fallen Nuwa bloodline In honor of the prestige, he bravely showed the sword in his hand.

As for whether he will die, it depends on whether he is willing to let himself die.

At the same time, Li Zedao had to intentionally release the blood aura of the Nuwa clan on his body.

Li Zedao deliberately released the well-hidden aura, and it was a last resort.

He had to let the two strong men in the Spirit Fairy Mirror in front of him know that he was a descendant of Nuwa!

The reason why Li Zedao still covered up this bloodline aura before was because although the rich aura in that area had dissipated, the remaining prestige was still there.

That remaining power made it difficult for the old man Kongshan and others who entered that area to breathe, which was enough to make a strong person like the master of Wuming not dare to approach, so Li Zedao was not afraid of being caught by him.

Of course, if Li Zedao knew that at the moment when the hunting battle was over, the head of Wuming Sect would forcibly resist the terrible coercion brought by the remaining prestige in that area. The pig's hand took the opportunity to mop up the little girl's chest, he was afraid he was going to cry.

Old Man Kongshan and Master Changsheng admired Li Zedao's action of drawing his sword, and were secretly wary of the dark demon hiding around. They really didn't feel the strange blood aura on Li Zedao's body for a while, and they looked at each other.

"Are you coming?" The two spoke at the same time.

"Let's go together." The old man Kongshan said immediately.

Although it seems quite embarrassing, there is no doubt that this is the safest way.

No matter how you look at it, this young man is at the top of the Spiritual God Realm. With this kind of cultivation, he can kill a person with just a single slap.

But the courage shown by this young man is so weird, so weird that Old Man Kongshan, a formidable strong man, has no confidence at all.

"Then let's go together." Daoist Changsheng said, he also had no confidence.

Mainly, with the lesson learned from the eagle-eyed old ghost, they were all worried about whether this young man had that terrible poison in his hands.

I was even more worried that the Dark Demon would suddenly appear.

If they were poisoned, would they become slaves of the Black Demon like the eagle-eyed old ghost?

The muscles on Li Zedao's face twitched wildly, his brain roared violently, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

In other words, don't they think too highly of themselves?

Being so valued, Li Zedao didn't feel the slightest sense of pride, but felt that it was extremely absurd, and felt that these two strong men were really... shameless.

At this moment, Immortal Changsheng and Old Man Kongshan finally felt the strange breath of blood deliberately released by Li Zedao, and then they frowned suddenly.

"This is..." Master Changsheng looked at Li Zedao's eyes and changed again.

"Are you a descendant of Nuwa?" Old Man Kongshan's complexion suddenly darkened.

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