In the world of cultivating immortals, people can have a 50/50 relationship with anyone

[Ding: I wonder what this thing is that is so arrogant?

Dare to chop off the host's head?

Can this be tolerated? !

The system issues a task to kill anyone who wants to chop off the host's head.

Mission accomplished, the host's cultivation level broke through to the first-grade Dao Emperor!

Note: The original system-issued task, exploring the secret realm of the Ninth-Rank Dao Saint, was changed to a Third-Rank Dao Emperor as a reward for the host's cultivation to the Ninth-Rank Dao Emperor! 】

The system's prompt surprised Li Zhoujun.

"There's something strange about your body." Mo Xuan narrowed his eyes as he looked at the long sword in his hand that was flicked away by Li Zhoujun's two fingers.

Mo Xuan was not panicked. He knew that since Qin Tianyi, no Taoist Saint would be allowed to appear in the Central Continent.

As long as this strange young man in green is only a half-step Taoist Saint, as long as he is within the realm of the ninth-grade Taoist Emperor, his pupil technique will be invincible.

Mo Xuan was very confident about this.

"It's not weird, it's your ignorance!" Emperor Beichen sneered at this time, "The Central Emperor and the Xuannan Emperor died in your hands, right?"

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

But it doesn’t matter, I will take away the heads of the three of you present, not one will be left behind.”

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

Mo Xuan ignored Mu Zhenhuang and looked at Li Zhoujun and asked, "Are you the Green Emperor?"

"That's right." Li Zhoujun nodded.

"Very good, I'm glad that you are also a ninth-grade Taoist emperor. This way, I have one more head to collect." Mo Xuan said with a smile.

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

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

"Really? Then take a look at this good head of mine, do you want to take it too?"

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

With the appearance of this old man, although the aura of the old man was not obvious, it was like a calm sea, but it seemed that it only took a thought to create huge waves.

The person coming is not someone else.

It is the Saint of Qingmo Painting.

"This old man greets the Green Emperor!" The Green Ink Painting Saint bowed to Li Zhoujun.

Li Zhoujun nodded calmly.

The Qingmo Painting Saint was very happy because he could finally show his merit in front of Li Zhoujun.

"Blue Ink Painting Saint?" Mo Xuan was shocked when he saw the Blue Ink Painting Saint, "Doesn't the Central Continent prohibit the appearance of Dao Saints?!

Also, as a second-grade Dao Saint, why are you bowing to a Green Emperor? ! "

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

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

Mu Zhenhuang had some guesses in his mind. When Li Zhoujun said he wanted to make the world in the painting cry, could it be the Qingmo Painting Saint?

It seems that Li Zhoujun should have completely subdued the Blue Ink Painting Saint.

This made Mu Zhenhuang couldn't help but gasp.

At the same time, Qing Mo Painting Saint looked at Mo Xuan with a sneer on his face: "You are a disciple of Yuanhun Mountain, right?

That’s right, the Central Continent does not allow the appearance of Taoist Saints.

But this Saint is different, because this Saint is loyal to the Green Emperor, so he can stay in this Central Continent."

"Why can I stay in the Central Continent just by being loyal to the Green Emperor?" Mo Xuan looked grim.

Although he is powerful, he is still an ant facing a first-grade Taoist Saint. What's more, Qingmo Painting Saint is a second-grade Taoist Saint. If Qingmo Painting Saint really attacks him, he will surely die!

"This is not something an ant like you can understand." Qing Mo Painting Saint sneered, "You only need to know that if you dare to offend 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 use the power behind him to suppress Qingmo Painting Saint.

But the Blue Ink Painting Saint laughed: "A small Yuanhun Mountain is worthy of being so presumptuous in front of the Green Emperor?

Even if you are a mountain master of the sixth rank Dao Saint, if you dare to set foot on the Central Continent, you will die without a burial place!"

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

If you encounter it yourself, you have to avoid it.

But these days are different.

Being loyal to the Green Emperor is almost like clinging to Qin Tianyi's thigh!

Who is Qin Tianyi?

Even a ninth-rank Taoist Saint cannot contend with this existence!

What’s Yuanhun Mountain?

"Emperor Qing, just tell me how to deal with him!" Without saying anything, the Qingmo Painting Saint turned his head and looked at Li Zhoujun, clasping his fists.

"Kill him." Li Zhoujun nodded.

"I understand!" Qing Mo Painting Saint laughed.

Mo Xuan's expression was extremely grim: "Qingmo Painting Saint, do you really dare to kill me..."

Swish!

Without waiting for Mo Xuan to finish his words.

The Blue Ink Painting Saint used his fingers as swords and chopped off Mo Xuan's head.

Before Mo Xuan died, he looked at Li Zhoujun with disbelief in his eyes.

He really doesn't understand.

Why would Qingmo Painting Saint risk offending Yuanhun Mountain and kill himself for the sake of Qing Emperor?

And with Mo Xuan's death, Emperor Beichen and Mu Zhenhuang both breathed a sigh of relief.

Li Zhoujun's cultivation also directly reached the first-grade Dao Emperor realm.

And at the same time.

Far away outside the Central Continent, on the Soul Music Continent, there is a place called Yuanhun Mountain.

There were five figures that seemed to have existed forever, sitting in the hall.

"Elder Soul Eye, your disciple Mo Xuan's soul token has been broken and his life has been lost.

"The disciple of Elder Soul Bone, Bai Wuya, 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 Sage, looked at the West Great Elder of Yuanhun Mountain in the hall and announced so.

The elder named Hunyan was an ordinary middle-aged man. He seemed calm at this moment, but his aura was like the calm before a storm.

“The Central Continent does not allow Dao Saints to appear, and Mo Xuanneng lost his life there. It is truly a shame!

He is not qualified to be the Holy Son of Yuanhun Mountain, let alone make my disciples kneel down. "The elder named Hun Gu was a skinny old man, who was looking at Hun with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Elder Soul Bone, congratulations."

At Yuanhun Mountain, apart from the two Western elders, Hungu and Hunyan, the other two Western elders, Hunxue and Hunrou, all congratulated Hungu.

Hunyan's expression was grim: "My disciple is invincible in his level, there is no way he could fall so easily in the Central Continent, there must be something fishy going on in the Central Continent!"

"Haha, after Qin Tianyi, which Taoist Saint is so full that he dares to set foot in the Central Continent?" 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."

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

"I'll take my leave!"

As the ancient sage Yuanhun finished speaking, the figure of the Yuanhun Mountain West Great Elder disappeared.

"I must find out the cause of death of this Saint's disciple!" Hunyan was standing beside a small river at this time, looking at the gurgling water. He seemed to have made up his mind to venture into the Central Continent.