In the moonlight, the brilliance was scattered on the king's cold moon, and it looked particularly cold and strange.

Even if Li Mu God was beaten by the king's cold moon to spit blood, his face also seemed extremely flat.

He wiped the blood from his mouth and cut a sword when an eight-star Wu Xuan attacked.

The screams, the blood was splashed, and the eight-star Wuxuan was beheaded by Li Mu God like a cut vegetable.

With the seven-star Wuxuan cultivation as a joint beheading two people, whether it is the royal son or Wang cold moon are shocked again.

How is it possible?

“You’re not the god Li, who are you?”

"Of course I'm the god of Li."

Li Mu God's mouth glittered with a smile, under the last palm of Wang Cold Moon, the human spirit lake was finally opened up in the body.

At this time, the ancient spirit spirit came out from the human spirit lake, the meridian in circulation, Li Mu God the whole person in an instant the momentum increased, like a mountain lying here.

“That feeling.”

Li Mu felt the long-lost ancient spiritual force circulating his whole body, and the light of God shone in his eyes.

"It's a love affair."

“Go away!”

Wang cold moon pupil shrunk sharply, naturally felt the changes that occurred in Li Mu, as if in an instant to change the bones.

“Leave it all.”

The spiritual lake in the body provides a steady stream of power for Li Mu God, and although he cultivates it as a seven-star martial arts, the strength of the ancient spiritual power can be compared to this group of people in Wanzhou City.

Just a flash, Li Mu God stopped two of the royal children and Wang Yanyue in the house.

The two royal children looked at each other and held up their swords.

Li Mu God waved a sword, and the white light flashed in the empty night, and the two were directly beheaded by Li Mu God.

Crossing the body, Li Mu God held the blood-stained sword, came to the front of Wang Yanyue, and extended his hand to touch the cheek of Wang Cold Moon.

"Wang cold moon, we haven't seen you in a long time."

In a light voice, with a long distance.

Wang cold moon heart can not help but tremble, indifferent eyes actually with silk panic.

“Who are you?”

In the heart of Wang Cold Moon, Li Mu God is just a son of the royal family with a kind of innate treasure, and a little talented, has never been so strong.

Just now, four high-ranking Wu Xuan, but in front of Li Mu God, like a child was easily beheaded.

Li Mu God did not speak, sighing in his heart.

"Wang cold moon, ten years later, the cold moon fairy, today is just a little girl."In my past life, I was like an ant in your hand, and I did not expect the role to change today."

Touching the cheek of Wang Cold Moon, Li Mu God could feel the slight trembling of her body.

"You took my bones only to give the prince a gift, and your royal family wanted to cut the roots of me, and I stayed in the royal family for seventeen years, and I am also a royal family."Li Mu said, “You know?Your royal family should not provoke me.”

Li Mu God did not kill her, a hand was photographed, and the king fainted on the ground.

Stepping out of the house, Li Mu God killed all the royal children in the street, and no one escaped.

Looking at a royal son whose name fell in the pool of blood, Li Mu's eyes were calm.

He is not a bad man, but he is not a bad person.

Whether in previous life or now, whoever fights against him is the price of blood!

Leaving the broken house, the little beggar was fished out of the Ishii, the pale face, the body was cold, and there was no breath.

Touching the face of the little beggar, Li Mu God put the ancient spirit in her body into her body.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, the little beggar has not been saved, but for Li Mu God, as long as the little beggar is not dead, there is still a glimmer of life.

How could a little beggar be able to let the little beggar die for him?

The spiritual lake in Li Mu's body is turbulent, and a steady stream of ancient spiritual forces pour into her body.

With the passage of time, with the ancient spirit force in the human spirit lake pouring into the body of the little beggar, Li Mu's face was pale and breathing.

Under the control of Li Mu, the ancient spirit force, according to a specific trajectory route, runs in the body of the little beggar.

This is a cultivation route, and after dozens of weeks of operation in the body of the little beggar, the little beggar finally woke up.

“Cough...” The little beggar wanted to get up.

"Don't move."Li Mu said softly, "I feel that there is no force in the body, immerse yourself, and remember this power trajectory."

The little beggar nodded, after more than an hour, and finally in the human spirit lake is about to dry up, the little beggar fully remembers the hundreds of cultivation routes running in the body.

Li Mu looked pale as a paper and hugged the little beggar into the house.

"You are stupid."Lee Mu's God.

"You can't make people bother you."

The god Li sighed.

In his previous life, as a king of hell, killing ruthlessly, the bodies of people who died in his hands could pile up, but they were willing to spend a few days with a little beggar for a few days, and exhausted all the ancient spirits in the lake, just to save her.

"My name is Li Mu, and I have entered into your knowledge of the sea, and I should make up for you."

"I don't want to."The little beggar shook his head.