Chapter 497: Mu Mu Mili

The grand formation on Mount Wushan was originally laid out by Senior Duanmu Kui. It was a dignified Early Zifu-level Wushan formation, but unfortunately, after Senior Duanmu Kui died, Zhu Yue welcomed the Mount Qingchi Sect, and this formation had long since been offered to the Mount Qingchi Sect.

Later, Jiao Jiao Zhongzi obtained Mount Wushan and re-laid the formation, with a pitch-black light barrier covering the mountain tightly.

At the foot of the mountain stood a patch of corpses, and a blood pool was boiling. The High Priest was kneeling on the ground, trembling. A gray wind emerged from the mountain, gradually stopping before them and transforming into an old man in black robes. His eyes were eerie, and he looked coldly at the East Shanyue before him.

The High Priest finally received a response, both terrified and overjoyed, and stammered, "My lord! The vanguard... was defeated by the rebel army at the Liuzhen. All the generals were captured, and over five thousand men were killed or wounded. The rear guard was also broken, trampling each other, and all were driven into the Liuzhen. The Liuzhen surrendered at the first sight of the wind, and the enemy's spearhead has already reached the Northern Court..."

The East Shanyue Foundation Establishment cultivator's expression turned ugly upon hearing this, and he whispered, "Useless trash."

This person was naturally Mu Mu Mili. He smoothed his black robes, casually gathered the offerings on the ground into his pouch, rode the gray wind into the air, stopped, pointed a finger at his brow, and tilted his head to listen.

"Dahe Mingfang."

He was still cautious, listening carefully for a moment, only to find that the rebel army had stopped a hundred miles outside the Royal Court and was not moving. He could only curse, his heart filled with suspicion:

"Could it be that someone is trying to lure me out of the mountain? They happened to pinch the hundred-mile distance that is the limit of my immortal foundation's wonders..."

Thinking of this, Mu Mu Mili felt a sudden sense of unease:

"In this current world, 【Danger】 comes from the north, and the world is filled with the atmosphere of chaos. Wolf and tiger clans are feigning sleep at our side, and Senior Brother has not returned for many years. I must be careful."

Thinking this far, he intended to ride the wind back to ask more detailed questions, but suddenly felt a heat at the back of his head. The clouds in the sky suddenly scattered, and a brilliant golden light flew down. He heard a loud shout: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Mu Mu Mili broke into a cold sweat, his figure immediately blurring. Black smoke surged from the soles of his feet, and he prepared to flee, thinking in terror:

'Who is it?!'

He saw the golden light was bright in color, and white stone bricks emerged one by one, fitting tightly together to transform into a huge mountain pass gate. The gate was towering, and the two white gate pillars were carved with many patterns, bright and crystalline, looking very imposing.

Inside the gate, the light was flashing and hazy, as if facing a scorching sun. The radiance gushed out, washing away the gray wind at his feet. Mu Mu Mili was terrified for a moment, immediately shaking his sleeves, and two turtle shields flew out.

Only then did he see clearly that a person was sitting cross-legged on the bright pass, smiling, their Daoist robes flapping loudly in the air. The bright light illuminated the towns and rivers at their feet. The young man smiled: "Xi Ming is here by order to keep watch, and I have been waiting for a long time!"

Li Li Ximing had obtained the "Minghua Jinyang Huangyuan Scripture," which shared the same origin, and had long spent time converting his magic power. Although his immortal foundation was not as accomplished as the orthodox "Minghua Jinyang Huangyuan Scripture," it was even more wondrous, like a great sun hanging in the sky.

"Li Li Ximing?"

Mu Mu Mili had not expected it to be the Li family. For a moment, he felt it was unbelievable and regretted:

'I was too arrogant!'

Mu Mu Mili had not failed to consider that the Li family might attack, but he was clever in his own way, thinking that the Li family's temperament would surely be gradual. At the very least, they would have to consume the Yu family and the Fei family, who didn't even have Foundation Establishment cultivators, and finally the lone Huo Luo'e before reaching his own.

He only wanted to guard Mount Wushan for Jiao Jiao Zhongzi, and felt the Li family wouldn't come so soon, so he lingered and didn't leave, only now falling into the tiger's mouth.

"Damn it!"

He silently performed hand seals, and the two turtle shields emitted surging black energy, each propping up a gate pillar. He felt a scorching radiance rushing toward his face, causing the skin on his face to smoke as if it were about to fall off. He gritted his teeth and said:

"Your Li family is truly cunning and cautious. With so many Foundation Establishment cultivators gathered, you still use such means to lure me out of the mountain!"

Li Li Ximing silently drove his immortal foundation, suppressing it beneath the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass," and said softly, "Mount Wushan is the former residence of Senior Duanmu Kui. Even if a few of his methods remain, they would be enough to doom us small Foundation Establishment cultivators. Senior, your witchcraft is profound; do not belittle yourself."

Mu Mu Mili only felt as if he were trapped in a quagmire. The bright light within the pass was hazy, causing his robes to burst into flames. He only observed that Li Li Ximing's immortal foundation was likely of the Mingyang lineage and was good at suppression. Not knowing where Li Li Qinghong and the others were, he lowered his posture and said softly, "What Xi Ming seeks is only the land of the East Shanyue. Just let me leave... I will return to the mountain to clean up and never return... Why must we fight and kill!"

The suppression force within Li Li Ximing's "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" grew stronger, and he was happy to stall for time, only asking:

"Answer me, where is Jiao Jiao Zhongzi!"

Mu Mu Mili kept his mouth shut and remained silent, seemingly understanding that there was no possibility of the Li family letting him go. With a dark face, he took a wooden talisman from his sleeve and crushed it, saying coldly: "If it weren't for my Senior Brother being away, how would you dare to look north!"

Once this wooden talisman was crushed, Mount Wushan shook violently. A string of black clouds flew up from the mountaintop, making a rustling sound, rising and rushing toward where the two were.

"Boom!"

The "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" shook slightly, and the black clouds stopped gathering, transforming into a black-furred, long-tailed leopard beast. Its eyes were green and bright. It should have been Jiao Jiao Zhongzi's mount. It spoke in human language, like thunder: "Mu Mu Mili! Your mother, what kind of trouble did you stir up! You're in such a hurry to call Grandpa out."

Mu Mu Mili only cursed:

"Stupid thing... The Li family wants to plot against my Mount Wushan!"

The beast was terrified, rolling up like a cloud, trying to pull Mu Mu Mili out from under the bright pass, but saw a sheet of cold snow coming from the east. The wind and snow were fierce, blowing it out of the clouds.

Li Li Xijun, in white robes with a sword on his back, stepped on the snow and came. He had a refined and handsome face. He joined two fingers together, blowing a fierce cold wind. The young man nodded slightly with a faint smile:

"Greetings, fellow Daoist."

The Li family was famous for its swords. Li Li Xijun hadn't even drawn his sword yet, and the beast was already trembling with fear. The two brothers stood in the air, revealing the aura of a great immortal clan.

Mu Mu Mili had traded dozens of moves with Li Li Ximing on this side and had been unable to break free from the bright light. His face was covered in red spots, his lips were white, and his heart was filled with anger.

He could feel that the person in front of him had weak combat experience and didn't know any powerful spells, but his immortal foundation was terrifyingly strong. No matter how he intertwined his various witchcraft techniques, a single bright pass suppressed him firmly.

Moreover, this bright pass seemed to be naturally designed for suppression and grinding. He found it difficult to escape. Although Li Li Ximing couldn't do anything to him for a moment, Mu Mu Mili's magic power and blood energy were rapidly declining, and he was sinking deeper and deeper.

"Juwu, hurry and assist me!"

Mu Mu Mili was a veteran Foundation Establishment cultivator and saw at a glance that Li Li Xijun had just broken through. The despair in his heart quickly revived: 'It's not Li Li Qinghong with the Profound Thunder Dao foundation! It's just a kid who just entered Foundation Establishment... My chance of survival should be here!'

Mu Mu Mili was immediately invigorated. If he were truly facing Li Li Qinghong, who could catch thunder and lightning, they would truly have no way out. He hurriedly summoned the demon beast Juwu.

This leopard-like demon beast peeked twice and spat out wind to chase after him, but saw the young man in front of him performing hand seals and chanting. With two fingers joined, dozens of white energy streams gushed out, Kui light fluctuating, transforming into cold snow as fine as pine needles mixed with wind, rushing toward his face.

"Hey! You..."

The demon beast only spat out one sentence before the cold, yin energy penetrated its entire body. White snow began to fall in the sky, and Juwu's figure immediately stagnated. Li Li Xijun calmly pressed his hand on his green blade and drew his sword.

"Clang!"

The bright white sword light jumped up. The Foundation Establishment magic sword 【Hanlin】 had been forged for over ten years and finally displayed its proper colors. The slightly slender sword body danced with fierce sword light, presenting a snow-like bright white.

"Moon-Que Sword Arc!"

A snowflake in the sky, above and below, left and right, shifted in unison by an inch. A cry like a wail erupted from Ju Wu's mouth as two short, thick, hairy fingers flew into the air.

Li Li Xijun had been picking up a sword since childhood, practicing in the mountains against the snow. Forty years had passed, and now, drawing his sword to see blood, he felt a sense of unbridled exhilaration.

Many in the Li family had mastered the Moon-Que Sword Arc over the past century. Li Li Xuanling had been quite gifted in the sword Dao, but unfortunately died young. Li Li Yuanjiao only treated the sword as a tool for killing, and his sword Dao cultivation was likewise not high. The Moon-Que Sword Arc of these few all appeared as a cyan-white light, all imitating Li Li Chijing's sword.

Only the Moon-Que Sword Arc in Li Li Tongya's hands back then was as large as a ship's sail, the sword momentum thick and substantial; that was Li Li Tongya's own sword. Now, as Li Li Xijun raised a sheet of snowy white, cruel and drifting, he could finally be considered to have broken free from those few lines of text.

"Three Parts Moon-Flowing Light!"

The long sword in his hand hooked back, flicking out three agile and cunning white lights. As Li Li Xijun maneuvered his sword, a thought flashed through his mind with a sigh: "The Sword Canon is exquisite, a lifetime is hard to exhaust. The ancestor held the sword for only fifteen years before compiling this book; a heaven-sent talent, nothing more than this."

His thoughts turned, but the sword in his hand never slowed. 【Slaughtering Jun Tujun Kuiguang】 was simply a match made in heaven with his sword technique. Ju Wu was restrained by this spell, making it difficult to cast his own, let alone defend against the sword technique; he was beaten until he spat black blood.

Ju Wu was terrified out of his wits. He was originally a monster, and having fallen to the point of becoming a mount, he was even worse than an ordinary rogue cultivator. How could he withstand this sword technique? He wailed, "Help your mother, Mu Mu Mili... I'm about to be slaughtered!"

Mu Mu Mili, on this side, had just fallen into a tug-of-war with Li Li Ximing. Hearing this, his heart turned cold, and he said coldly, "Leave quickly, go find Senior Brother!"

After he finished speaking, he swallowed several elixirs, and his Immortal Foundation suddenly operated with all his might. He took out a piece of bronze, his eyes faintly turning red, and grabbed his other shoulder with one hand, tearing off an arm with a crack.

Before the blood could flow out, he had already thrown this arm high into the air. Red light appeared, and in an instant, it transformed into a great ghost with a cyan face and fangs, fiercely pouncing toward Li Li Xijun.

"Finally, a proper witchcraft."

Li Li Xijun, however, let the monster run, knowing Kong Heng was waiting for it. He watched the cyan-faced ghost with interest and drew his sword to step forward.

Although Wushan was said to be a witchcraft inheritance, from top to bottom, including Senior Duanmu Kui himself, they all cultivated the Early Zifu Jin Dandao. Senior Duanmu Kui was suspected of having witchcraft cultivation, but he rarely taught these disciples, only tossing them some techniques to practice.

Therefore, most of the witchcraft used by these East Shanyue was half-immortal and half-witch, appearing neither fish nor fowl. Now, seeing a proper witchcraft for the first time, Li Li Xijun observed it carefully.

This cyan-faced ghost had a mouth full of fangs, was a full two zhang tall, and had a ferocious face. Various talismans were carved on its body, and there was no magic power fluctuation on it; instead, it had a faint cyan halo.

Li Li Xijun struck a few times and found that the cyan-faced ghost was quite soft, like cutting through mud, healing quickly, and appearing even more afraid of magic.

He pinched the Tujun Kuiguang and, sure enough, saw the cyan halo of the cyan-faced ghost greatly diminish. He then took out various magic talismans, tested them one by one, and secretly noted them down.

While Li Li Xijun was silently testing, Mu Mu Mili had exchanged more than a hundred rounds with Li Li Ximing and was gradually unable to hold on. He pinched a seal in his hand, tapped his storage bag lightly, and took out several skulls, throwing them hard into the air.

The black smoke on his body immediately crashed into the skulls, transforming into five or six pitch-black mountain ghosts that whistled over, wanting to follow the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" upward and pounce on Li Li Ximing's true body.

But just as these mountain ghosts climbed up, the four ancient talismans on the left side of Jinyang Huangyuan Pass suddenly shone, and the mountain ghosts were all repelled. Li Li Ximing laughed and said:

"To deal with such filthy things, although my Mingyang is not as good as Profound Thunder, it is still ranked high. Senior, do not harbor these little thoughts!"

Mu Mu Mili seemed to have expected this, but seeing the current scene, his face still turned pale. He had no choice but to summon these black-smoke-spewing mountain ghosts back to surround him, helping to resist the grinding and suppressing force.

His state was already declining, and he had broken his own arm to save Ju Wu. Various witchcraft self-rescue attempts had failed, and he soon fell into a predicament where both his magic power and blood energy were bottoming out.

But looking at Li Li Ximing, he was still calm and composed, using the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass" to grind down his cultivation bit by bit, driving Mu Mu Mili to a dead end. Seeing Li Li Xijun slash and destroy the cyan-faced ghost, he finally gritted his teeth and pinched a seal.

Several mountain ghosts swarmed up in an instant, crashing into the hazy brilliance in the middle of the Ming Pass with a boom, emitting a violent roar.

"Boom!"

This Immortal Foundation was originally one with Li Li Ximing. He felt a bit unsettled for a moment, feeling a tightness in his chest and abdomen, and the suppressing and grinding force he had been maintaining finally slackened.

Mu Mu Mili was waiting for this opportunity. His entire cultivation, along with his physical body, burned instantly, transforming into a streak of blood light. He then pinched several talismans and struck them onto the "Jinyang Huangyuan Pass," emitting a series of violent explosions.

Under the superposition of multiple means, the suppressing and grinding force finally slackened for a moment. Mu Mu Mili hurriedly seized the time, fighting for his life, and rushed out of the Ming Pass in one breath.

Li Li Ximing took a heavy breath before recovering. Watching him escape for several miles, he sneered and flicked his sleeve lightly. The remaining huge, bright, majestic pass immediately transformed into a streak of white flowing light, rapidly chasing after him, attempting to absorb that streak of blood light.

"Want to leave now? You underestimate my Ming Pass!"

Just as he released the Ming Pass, Li Li Xijun, for the sake of caution, had also chased after him early. However, he saw a figure appear in the distant clouds, who gathered their sleeve and enclosed the red light.

Li Li Ximing frowned and stopped, staring intently, and was immediately stunned, watching helplessly as this person flew over slowly, stepping on a flying shuttle of white porcelain brilliance.

"This..."

The man looked somewhat weathered and aged, his brow gentle, his eyes deep and face long, his beard and hair all white, mixed with spots of gray. He wore long white cloud-sleeved robes and stood with his hands behind his back.

He had several medicine pouches hanging on his body and held that streak of red light in his hand, letting it flow however it wanted, unable to escape. He looked over slowly and said softly:

"Ming'er."

Li Li Ximing stared blankly for a moment, then hurriedly bowed, choking with emotion as he said respectfully:

"Li Ximing greets Master!"

Li Li Xijun reacted immediately, followed suit, and replied:

"Greetings, Senior Xiao!"

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