Chapter 806: Mo Xuan's Death

[Ding: I don’t know what kind of thing is this that is so arrogant?

How dare you chop off the host's head?

Can this be tolerated? !

The system issues a mission to kill those who want to chop off the host's head.

The mission is completed, the host’s cultivation level breaks through to the first level Dao Emperor!

Note: The system originally issued a mission to explore the secret realm of the ninth-grade Taoist. The host’s cultivation level was upgraded to the ninth-grade Taoist. The reward was changed to the third-grade Taoist! 】

The system prompts surprised Li Zhoujun.

"Your physical body is a little weird." Mo Xuan looked at the long sword in his hand that was flicked by Li Zhoujun's two fingers, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Mo Xuan was not panicked. He knew that since Qin Tianyi, Taoist saints were not allowed to appear in the Central Continent.

As long as this weird green-shirted young man is a half-step saint, as long as he is in the category of a ninth-grade Taoist emperor, his eye skills are invincible.

Mo Xuan was very confident about this.

"It's not weird, it's just that you are ignorant!" Emperor Beichen sneered at this moment, "Did Emperor Central, Emperor Xuannan die at your hands, right?"

Mo Xuan looked at Emperor Beichen who was speaking, smiled slightly and said: "I am ashamed, I am the one who took the heads of the two emperors. I also wanted to take your head, but you ran too fast.

But it doesn't matter, I will take the heads of the three people present, and none of them will be left behind. "

"You are so arrogant!" Mu Zhenhuang snorted coldly.

Mo Xuan ignored Mu Zhenhuang, but looked at Li Zhoujun and said, "Are you the Qing Emperor?"

"Exactly." Li Zhoujun nodded.

"Very good, I'm glad that you are also a ninth-grade Taoist emperor, so I can collect one more head." Mo Xuan smiled.

"Haha, your broken sword can't even break the Qing Emperor's skin. You still want to take the Qing Emperor's head?" Emperor Beichen sneered.

"I must have other means, otherwise I wouldn't be so confident." Mo Xuan chuckled.

"Really? Then look at this good man, do you want to accept it too?"

At this moment, a white-haired old man with an immortal spirit suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

I saw that with the appearance of the old man, although the aura on the old man's body was not obvious, it was like a calm sea, but it seemed that it only took a thought to stir up huge waves.

The person coming is not someone else.

It is the sage of green ink painting.

"Young man, I have seen the Qing Emperor!" The Qing Mo Painting Saint bowed to Li Zhoujun at this time.

Li Zhoujun nodded calmly.

The Qingmo Painting Saint was very happy because he could finally make a meritorious service in front of Li Zhoujun.

"Blue Ink Painting Saint?" Mo Xuan said in shock after seeing the Blue Ink Painting Saint, "Isn't the Central Continent not allowed to see Taoist Saints?!

Also, as a second-grade Taoist saint, why do you want to salute a Qing Emperor? ! "

After hearing Mo Xuan's words, Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang looked at Li Zhoujun in shock.

A second-grade Taoist saint actually saluted Li Zhoujun? !

Mu Zhenhuang had a guess in his mind. When Li Zhoujun said he wanted to fight the real mastermind behind the world in the crying painting, could it be the blue-ink painting saint?

It seems that Li Zhoujun should have kept the Qingmo Painting Sage in good hands.

This made Mu Zhenhuang couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

At the same time, the Qingmo Painting Sage looked at Mo Xuan with a sneer: "Are you a disciple of Yuanhun Mountain?

Yes, Taoist saints are not allowed to appear in the Central Continent.

But this saint is different. Because I am loyal to the Qing Emperor, I can stay in the central continent. "

"Why can I stay in the Central Continent by being loyal to the Qing Emperor?" Mo Xuan looked ugly.

Although he is powerful, he is still an ant when faced with a first-grade Taoist saint. What's more, the Qingmo Painting Saint is a second-grade Taoist saint. If the Qingmo Painting Saint really takes action against him, he will definitely die!

"This is not something you, an ant, can know." The Qingmo Painting Saint sneered, "You just need to know that if you dare to collide with the Qing Emperor, you will definitely die."

"I am a disciple of Yuanhun Mountain. If you kill me, Yuanhun Mountain will definitely not let you go!" Mo Xuan wanted to suppress the Qingmo Painting Saint with the power behind him.

But the Qingmo Painting Sage smiled: "Is a small Yuanhun Mountain worthy of being so arrogant in front of the Qing Emperor?

Even your mountain master, a sixth-grade Taoist saint, will die without a burial place if he dares to set foot on the Central Continent! "

If it were in the past, Qingmo Painting Sage would definitely not care about Yuanhun Mountain. After all, Yuanhun Mountain has a sixth-grade Taoist Saint sitting in charge.

If you encounter one, you have to go around it.

But these days are different.

Being loyal to the Qing Emperor is like embracing Qin Tianyi's lap!

Who is Qin Tianyi?

Even a ninth-grade Taoist saint cannot compete with it!

Yuanhun Mountain is nothing?

"Qing Emperor, just tell me how to deal with him!" The Qing Mo Painting Sage said nothing, turning to look at Li Zhoujun and cupping his fists.

"Kill him." Li Zhoujun nodded.

"Understood!" The Qingmo Painting Saint laughed.

Mo Xuan's face was extremely ugly: "Sage Qingmo Painting, do you really dare to kill..."

Uh-huh!

He didn't wait for Mo Xuan to finish his words.

The blue-ink painting sage used his finger as a sword and directly cut off Mo Xuan's head.

Before Mo Xuan died, his eyes were still looking at Li Zhoujun with disbelief.

He really doesn't understand.

Why did the Qingmo Painting Saint kill himself for Qing Emperor even at the risk of offending Yuanhun Mountain?

With the death of Mo Xuan, Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang both breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Zhoujun's cultivation has also directly reached the realm of a first-grade Taoist emperor.

And at the same time.

Far outside the Central Continent, there is a place called Yuanhun Mountain on the Soulle Continent.

There are five figures that seem to have existed forever, sitting in the main hall.

"Elder Hunyan, your disciple Mo Xuan's soul token has been broken and his life has fallen.

It is the disciple of Elder Hungu, Bai Wuya, who will become the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain."

Among the five people, the person at the top of the hall, who is also the master of Yuanhun Mountain, Yuanhun Ancient Saint, looked at the four elders of Yuanhun Mountain in the hall and announced so.

The elder named Hunyan looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. At this time, he seemed calm, but his aura was like the calm before the storm.

"The Central Continent does not allow the appearance of Dao Saints. It is really a shame that Mo Xuan lost his life there!

He is not qualified to become the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain, let alone the opportunity for my disciple to kneel down." The elder named Hungu is a skinny old man. At this time, he was saying to Hunyan with a face full of sarcasm.

"Elder Hungu, congratulations."

In addition to the two elders Hungu and Hunyan, the other two elders of Yuanhun Mountain, Hunxue and Hunrou, all congratulated Hungu at this moment.

Soul Eyes' face was grim: "My disciple is invincible in the same level, it is impossible for him to fall so easily in the Central Continent, there must be something strange on the Central Continent!"

"Haha, after Qin Tianyi, which Taoist Saint dared to step into the Central Continent after eating enough?" Soul Bone sneered, "If you have the ability, go to the Central Continent and see if you can find the cause of your disciple's death."

Yuanhun Ancient Saint snorted coldly: "If you want to quarrel, get out and quarrel, don't bother this mountain master, get out!"

"We'll leave!"

As Yuanhun Ancient Saint's voice fell, the four elders of Yuanhun Mountain disappeared.

"The cause of death of this Saint's disciple, this Saint must find out!" Soul Eyes was standing by a small river at this time, looking at the gurgling water, and seemed to have made up his mind to go to the Central Continent.