At this time, Li Muran had already sacrificed several Vajra Talismans, which turned into a golden light shield worth more than ten feet in size, just covering the white shadow.

Bai Ying could not rush out of the light shield, and Li Muran took the opportunity to sacrifice a few more Sanyan Talismans and exploded at the golden light shield.

"Boom!" Another loud noise, the golden light shield was completely shattered, and the white shadow inside also made a harsh scream, then dissipated into a wisp of blue smoke, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Junior Brother Zhao, what are you doing? Why are you killing Junior Sister Fang?!" Qing Yunzi and others were shocked and asked sternly.

The other Yuanfu Sect disciples also retreated one after another and looked at Li Muran with great vigilance.

"That's not Senior Sister Fang, Senior Sister Fang has long been dead! She was possessed by a ghost, and that white shadow is a ghost!" Li Muran explained casually, but there was no time to explain in detail.

It was this moment of delay that the young disciple of Daming Temple who had fallen to the ground had already stood up again. He glanced at Li Muran, and it happened that Li Muran also looked at him. He couldn't help but show a hint of fear and hurriedly turned his eyes to him.

However, after such a look at each other, Li Muran had already become suspicious. He immediately sacrificed the talisman and was about to attack the disciple!

"Haha, Zhao Wuming, it's time to calculate the account between you and me!" A sneer came into Li Muran's ears, shocking his heart.

"Fang Jianqiu!" Li Muran complained secretly in his heart.

Because of Li Muran's actions, everyone had gradually retreated to their respective defenses, but more than ten sword spirit cultivators led by Fang Jianqiu had already secretly surrounded and blocked Li Muran from front to back.

If Li Muran wants to attack the disciple of Daming Temple, he must first bypass Fang Jianqiu's level, but Li Muran has no confidence in this.

"Listen to all fellow Taoists!" Fang Jianqiu suddenly said loudly: "Now the old Taoist Cangxia is dying and will die at any time! The order in the Four Sacred Valleys is no longer the final decision!"

"Tsk tsk, the wealth of a monk in the Divine Travel Period is probably more than ten times that of a disciple in the Qi and Medium Stage! And this old man Cangxia has been the head of the Yuanfu Sect for decades. The value of the treasures in his storage bag is unimaginable! It is very likely that it is more than a hundred times that I have waited for! Are you not tempted by such a large treasure?"

When everyone heard this, a shiny light flashed in their eyes. Some people had already begun to stare at the storage bag on the waist of Taoist Cangxia lying beside Li Muran with malicious intentions.

"Fang Jianqiu, what do you mean!" Qing Yunzi and other disciples of Yuanfu Sect said furiously.

"Mr. Fang's meaning is very obvious. Those who follow me will prosper, and those who go against me will perish!" Fang Jianqiu shouted coldly, raised his hand with one hand, and suddenly countless fine thunder arcs and lightning lightning flashed, and the thunder sword broke out of the air and was then taken into his hand!

Fang Jianqiu pointed forward in his hand, and the target was Li Muran beside Taoist Cangxia!

Fang Jianqiu shouted to the more than ten Yuanfu Sect disciples present: "If you don't want to die, just get away and find a place to hide! Those who are willing to help me kill Zhao Wuming and Cangxia of Yuanfu Sect, Fang is willing to take out all the wealth of Cangxia and divide it equally together! The four sects of Kuanglu have already had rules, and no life or death fights in the Four Sacred Valleys must be pursued! If you miss this opportunity, you will no longer have to imagine getting the treasures of the head of a sect!"

As he said that, Fang Jianqiu shook the thunder sword in his hand, and an electric arc rushed into the sky, crackling and bursting in the air, turning into countless electric arcs and falling down everywhere, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, with an amazing momentum!

"If you don't want to get involved in this matter, you will get out of the Valley of Death immediately!" Fang Jianqiu shouted, and cooperated with the momentum of his previous sword, and immediately calmed down the situation here.

When Danxin Sect and Daming Temple heard this, several disciples retreated one after another. After retreating dozens of feet away, they immediately flew away on a crane and left this place far away!

"Master, I'm sorry!" Qingyuezi said vaguely, and even retreated in fear. Several Yuanfu Sect disciples left with him. At this critical moment of life and death, it was obvious that it was better to save their lives.

"A group of ungrateful people!" Qingyuanzi scolded angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

Now, only he and Li Muran and five or six Yuanfu Sect disciples were guarding the side of the Cangxia Taoist, and more than twenty people were surrounding them!

Most of these people are disciples of the Sword Spirit Sect, and there are five or six disciples of the Danxin Sect and Daming Temple, all of whom want to take this opportunity to get a share of the pie.

Li Muran noticed that the young disciple of Daming Temple who had just had a strange situation had also left quietly. Unfortunately, he was now targeted by Fang Jianqiu and could not get out for the time being.

However, he had already secretly remembered the other party's appearance and identity. As long as he had the chance, he would kill this son to prevent future troubles!

More than 20 cultivators surrounded five or six Yuanfu disciples, and the other party had powerful figures like Fang Jianqiu, and the situation was extremely different.

"You all leave, ignore me!" Taoist Cangxia had already woken up slowly and murmured.

"Master!" Qing Yunzi and others were anxious: "What's going on? Master, why are you so seriously injured? What about other brothers?"

Taoist Cangxia woke up and made Fang Jianqiu and others' faces change slightly, but they were not very worried when Taoist Cangxia was not speaking smoothly.

"Let's go quickly, Wuming, you can go too!" Taoist Cangxia ordered sternly. The sentence was too strong and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

"Master, his main goal is me, but he has implicated you!" Li Muran smiled bitterly and said softly.

"Senior Brother Qingyun, you go quickly, I'll protect my uncle!" Li Muran said lightly. He had seen Fang Jianqiu's strength and knew that Qingyunzi and others would have little meaning to stay here, and he would just give up his life in vain.

"No, I want to stay too!" Qingyunzi said resolutely.

"Yes, we all want to stay!" Several other Yuanfu disciples also said, quite determined to be dead.

Taoist Cangxia struggled to sit up and said, "How dare you not listen to my orders! My former head of the sect commander ordered you to wait, leave quickly!"

"This, Master..." Qing Yunzi and others were hesitant.

Li Muran also said, "Let's go! Senior Brother Qingyun, if my uncle and I cannot leave the Four Sacred Valley alive, someone will have to seek justice for this deep revenge in the sea of ​​blood!"

"Okay, let's go!" Qing Yunzi held back the tears in his eyes, took the other people, bowed to Taoist Cangxia, and then slowly retreated.

Fang Jianqiu signaled to the other disciples that none of these people went to intercept Qing Yunzi and others, but made a way out and asked them to withdraw dozens of feet away and then left on a crane.

In the valley of death, green mountains and clear waters, birds singing and flowers blooming.

In this pleasant environment, more than 20 cultivators were eyeing each other with malicious intentions surrounding Li Muran and the seriously injured Taoist Cangxia around him. Everyone's faces were full of greed.

Fang Jianqiu's lips curled slightly, and she sneered with smugness, obviously very satisfied with the current situation.

The soul-attached technique on his body has been activated once, and the remaining power is not much. However, there are more than 20 people here. Can't we kill this cunning disciple of the Yuanfu Sect who took away the Drunken God Fruit from his nose?

Li Muran looked up at the sky. The sun was in the west and the red clouds were everywhere. About an hour later, it was night time.

The surrounding enemies are about fifty feet apart, which is relatively safe. When the magical powers of disciples in the Qi and Mechanism stage are usually weakened a lot and the threat is not great. Generally speaking, the magical attack range of disciples in the late Qi and Mechanism stage is about ten to twenty feet.

Everyone surrounded him but did not attack, and Li Muran was not in a hurry, calmly confronting the strong enemy.

But after a moment, Fang Jianqiu was unwilling to wait any longer. He shouted "Kill!" and then took the lead in rushing towards Li Muran.

All the disciples responded and rushed towards Li Muran. After reaching more than twenty feet by his side, they took action one after another. Suddenly, various dense sword lights and fire balls of golden blades attacked him like a storm. In just one round, it was enough to kill him!

At this moment, eighteen shining spiritual lights suddenly shot out from Li Muran’s chest and neck. These spiritual lights burst into pieces in an instant, turning into countless light shuttles, and burst out densely like raindrops!

"Flying shuttles all over the sky!" The almost desperate Taoist Cangxia was shocked when she saw this scene, "How could the heirloom of Master Yan's family heirloom be in Wuming's hands? Could it be that Wuming and his only daughter have married?!"

These countless light shuttles covered all the dozens of feet around Li Muran, not only blocking and resolving the sword light golden blades that the disciples hit, but also many light shuttles counterattacked the enemies!

The disciples were shocked and hurriedly used defensive means to resist. However, there were still a few unlucky guys who rushed too fast and were hit by too many light shuttles. They could not resist it. They were bombarded by the light shuttle and smashed to pieces by the light shuttle!

All the disciples retreated one after another, and then retreated fifty feet away!

The joint attack of the crowd just now not only did not kill this Yuanfu Sect disciple, but instead killed five people in one move, leaving only seventeen or eighteen people!

Everyone was suddenly frightened. They had never seen such a powerful method as a flying shuttle before, and it was so sudden that there was no sign of signs and there was no way to deal with it!

"Don't be afraid!" Fang Jianqiu was also shocked, but he quickly calmed down and comforted his disciples and said, "He can only use this method once, and it will not work next time!"

The disciples were skeptical, but they did not dare to step forward to attack Li Muran for a moment.

"Come on, come and kill me!" Li Muran shouted loudly, and the golden talisman in his hand shook, turning into a giant sword, hanging in front of him!

"If you are not afraid of death, come here!" Li Muran said loudly: "As long as you wait for those who are not afraid of death, you will definitely kill me. However, before I die, I will use this sword-transforming talisman to fight my life, and I will definitely kill several of you!"

"Whoever is not afraid of death will rush up first!"

Li Muran's voice echoed in the valley and never fell for a long time.

Indeed, the situation was very clear. Li Muran could never be the opponent of the remaining 17 or 18 disciples. As long as they rushed forward, they would definitely be able to kill Li Muran.

However, Li Muran has the sword transformation talisman in his hand. If he fights to the death, he will fight back. I am afraid that no disciple is confident enough to take his sword!

These disciples besieged Li Muran because of their greed. They all have selfish intentions and want to divide up treasures, but they also do not want to become unlucky people who were counter-killed by Li Muran.

A young man from Yuanfu Sect, a sword-making talisman and a wounded old man, silently confronted seventeen or eighteen greedy monks. For a moment, the valley of Death was silent.

"Don't be in a hurry!" Fang Jianqiu sneered and said, "With his cultivation level, it takes a lot of magic power to control the sword transformation talisman, and the vitality of the sword transformation talisman has also been lost very quickly. Let's wait patiently to see how long he can last!"
Chapter completed!