Longevity starts with learning

Chu Mu raised his hand, and the Minghong Sword, which was suspended in the air because of the loss of his opponent, seemed to be summoned, and the blade flowed and flew down.

The next second, the Minghong Sword was already in Chu Mu's hand.

At this moment, Zhao Tang, who was rushing at high speed, also stopped abruptly.

His face turned pale and blue, and finally, he forced a smile: "Daoyou, how about stopping this matter here."

"It's better to have one more friend than one more enemy. Zhao promises today..."

"Hehe..."

"If I don't kill you, Chu will be upset."

Chu Mu chuckled, his tone was very calm and firm.

"Daoyou, do you really want to fight to the death?"

Zhao Tang asked with a serious face.

Chu Mu didn't say anything. In his soul, the soul sword that had been calm for a long time seemed to be integrated with the Minghong Sword in his hand at this moment.

Illusion and reality, after several years, intertwined again.

Chu Mu didn't want to fight. As the legitimate son of the foundation building, who knows how many tricks he has.

Now that the trouble has been solved, a quick battle is the best way.

Then, the blade was raised.

The next second, the blade fell.

"You..."

Zhao Tang's face was gloomy, and then, as if he had noticed something, his face changed drastically!

"Hmph..."

Zhao Tang groaned, as if he was seriously injured, bleeding from all seven orifices, like a spring, staggering, screaming in pain, and actually fell to the ground.

Chu Mu also groaned, and his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, at this moment, all oozed a trace of blood.

The feeling of splitting headache also came again.

"Soul defense?"

Chu Mu gritted his teeth and held the Minghong knife tightly.

Zhao Tang is not dead!

When the knife was chopped down just now, he clearly felt that there was some kind of obstacle.

Although the obstacle was eventually broken, this knife was not fatal!

"Die!"

Chu Mu gritted his teeth and shouted, his forehead veins bulged, and he rushed out fiercely, and the blade was raised high again!

Clang!

There was another sound of metal clashing, but this time, Zhao Tang did not use his spiritual consciousness to control the magic weapon, but held up the shield tightly with his hands.

Chu Mu was like a madman, slashing down with his sword one after another!

The shield was intact, but under this terrifying force, Zhao Tang, who was holding the shield high, was directly smashed into the ground by this terrifying force.

"You can't kill me, my father is, my father is..."

Zhao Tang was full of fear and shouted in despair!

"Your father is me!"

Chu Mu grinned, and under the blood, this smile was unprecedentedly terrifying.

He raised his hand to grab the shield magic weapon that Zhao Tang relied on. With his soul severely injured, Zhao Tang could only control the magic weapon with his physical strength.

Although he also had physical strength and his soul was also injured, but... his body training was not weak!

The shield was opened, and Chu Mu grabbed Zhao Tang's scattered hair and pulled it hard, tearing off a piece of his scalp.

Zhao Tang was covered in blood, and his face was full of fear and despair. He tightly grasped a talisman, trying to fight back and escape.

Chu Mu wanted to swing his knife to chop it down, but when the blade was swinging, he suddenly raised his foot and stepped on it directly.

His head exploded, and red and white things splashed all over the ground.

Chu Mu raised his hand and grabbed a fleeing black shadow in his hand.

"Let me go, let me go..."

In the black shadow, the face of the person flickered, and the intermittent begging for mercy could be clearly heard.

Chu Mu turned a blind eye, and the exploding pain in his mind brought an increasingly hideous face.

He endured the pain, moved his fingertips lightly, and a flame appeared on his fingertips.

The next second, in the burning fire, the desperate wailing seemed to become more and more shrill.

It lasted only a few breaths, and then... the soul flew away!

Then, Chu Mu moved with the mess, collecting the spoils, and disappeared in the forest after just a few breaths.

Just a moment after Chu Mu left, several men in the robes of the Changsheng Sect had arrived at the mess.

Bloody and bumpy, but there was no sign of life.

What would happen next was not something Chu Mu would consider.

He did not stop at all, running desperately in the forest.

Until the next morning, it was already a long distance from the Jade Emperor Valley, and it was far away from the Jade Emperor Valley's sphere of influence. Chu Mu slowed down a little.

"We should have reached Luofu County..."

Chu Mu looked around the surrounding scenery, recalling the map he had prepared when he was in the secular world, and judging his current location.

The East Lake is vast. From Qinghe down, the surrounding counties are basically more or less adjacent to the East Lake.

Luofu County is named after Luofu Mountain.

The towering mountain is adjacent to East Lake.

Looking over East Lake, it looks like the towering mountain is suspended on the lake, hence the name Luofu.

According to what he learned in the Xiuxian world, Luofu County belongs to the sphere of influence of the Xie family in East Lake.

It should be said that in this area of ​​thousands of miles, except for a few families related to the Xie family and the Li family in Nanshan.

Basically, it belongs to the sphere of influence of the Xie family in East Lake.

This so-called sphere of influence is naturally different from the sphere of influence in the traditional sense of the secular world.

The sphere of influence of the Xiuxian world is based on spiritual veins and resources.

With the spiritual veins as the core, the city is built, and then all the surrounding secular or spiritual material resources of the Xiuxian world are controlled.

As for the secular towns and population, they are basically meaningless to the world of immortal cultivation.

Chu Mu rubbed his head, and the bursts of stabbing pain undoubtedly proved that his soul was injured.

He had no regrets. In life, all he wanted was to have a clear mind.

He was cautious in order to cultivate with peace of mind and not to cause trouble.

But if he was beaten up, he would still compromise.

That would not be cautious, but stupid!

The only pity was that he did not dare to leave Zhao Tang's soul because he was concerned about the foundation-building expert behind him.

Otherwise, he could squeeze out some useful things.

Moreover, it would be too easy for him to die like this.

As his thoughts turned, Chu Mu looked at the secular city on the plain below the mountain.

According to the map in his memory, if nothing unexpected happened, this city should be Luofu County City.

Feeling the stabbing pain in his mind, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, and his body shape changed into an ordinary person. Looking around, Chu Mu couldn't help but have a little more worry in his eyes.

His identity has been completely exposed, and he killed several disciples of Changsheng Sect. It is inevitable that he is wanted and Zhao Tang's father is thinking about him.

He himself does not have too many concerns.

He went through several black markets and spent thousands of spirit stones.

He has no shortage of cultivation resources. Even if he returned to Yuning Town before, there was no such thing. He must have been at ease for a while, turning his gains into knowledge and cultivation.

The only worry is Xu Yuan.

Although he had given him a lot of spirit stones, elixirs, magic tools and talismans, these means of self-defense, he also got some for him.

When he fled, he also sent a message to him and agreed on a place to meet.

But his cultivation is not high after all.

Outside the market and inside the market are two completely different worlds.

His thoughts were flowing, but in the end, he could only hide his worries deep in his heart.

The only means of contact was the sound transmission talisman, and the sound transmission talisman he purchased had a very limited transmission distance.

Now he was quite far away from the Jade Emperor Valley, and the sound transmission talisman was completely useless.

"I hope so..."

Chu Mu let out a long breath and stopped struggling. This time, it was really his problem.

...

Walking down the mountain, Chu Mu changed his appearance, and the robe on his body was also hidden and dim, like secular clothes.

When he arrived at the city gate, he was blackmailed by the gatekeepers. Chu Mu realized that he had no money...

He really didn't have secular banknotes!

Chu Mu's mouth twitched slightly, and he took out a stack of banknotes from the soldier's arms with a casual touch, took out a piece, and handed it to the blackmailing soldier.

"Okay, okay, hurry in!"

The soldier sniffed the banknotes, turned his head and looked at the next target.

Chu Mu didn't care, and followed the flow of people into this secular city.

"Sir, are you dining in or staying overnight?"

When he walked into an inn on the street, the waiter immediately came to greet him.

"Stay overnight."

Chu Mu threw out a few banknotes and glanced at the diners in the hall. They were all ordinary mortals, without any abnormality.

"Okay, sir, please follow me."

The waiter led the way.

When they arrived at the room, the waiter left. Chu Mu looked around, then closed the door, laid the partition and prohibition, and sat cross-legged in the room.

The illusory long sword in his soul was undoubtedly used for the second time.

The first time he used it, he took more than half a year to recover completely.

And now...

Just a rough observation, Chu Mu's eyebrows appeared with a haze.

The injury to his soul this time was much more serious than the last time.

A large hole was torn in the soul, and even the illusory long sword seemed to be slightly damaged. It was originally illusory and looming, and now it was almost transparent.

Under such an influence, it seemed that even the tempering fluctuations at that time were slowed down and weakened a lot.

If he had not still had the cultivation of body refining and a strong body, Chu Mu was almost sure that his end would not be much better than Zhao Tang at that time.

Killing a thousand enemies, he almost also lost a thousand of his own!

Recalling the resistance he felt when the soul sword chopped down, and Zhao Tang who was bleeding from all seven orifices but still alive, Chu Mu could not hide his fear at this moment.

If Zhao Tang's mental defense was stronger, he would not be a lose-lose situation, but he would be directly hit by the backlash!

"Soul defense magic weapon? Or some kind of treasure?"

Chu Mu checked the messy spoils of war, and did not seem to find any items of this nature.

At that time, he stepped on it and crushed its head directly...

"So it is... a one-time existence?"

Chu Mu was thoughtful and alert in his heart.

The soul sword in the soul, at least for now, can only be the last trump card.

Otherwise, if he slashed it with a knife, others would be fine, but he himself would be severely injured by the backlash, which would be a huge joke...

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