I dream of immortality in Taixu Sect

Chapter 172 God-killing Spear

As the palace maids shouted, there was a slight panic at the banquet.

Fang Huaimin remained calm and said, "Stop the banquet and send the imperial guards from the palace to put out the fire."

"My dear ministers, don't panic. The fire can't reach here."

As Fang Huaimin appeased some officials, the situation gradually calmed down.

The head of the Bai family stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, such a fire must be caused by a thief. I, Bai Xu, am willing to follow your orders and find the thief."

Just then a burst of laughter was heard.

"Old Bai Gou, you are here to find me, don't bother, I am here!"

Eleven masked and cloaked Qi-refining masters descended from the sky, each of them having reached the stage of returning the spirit to emptiness.

Bai Xu's expression changed slightly when he saw the person coming.

"The Twelve Black Feather Golden Guards!"

Fang Huaimin snorted coldly: "How dare the remnants of the Yu Dynasty destroy my thousand-year celebration."

"Someone come and arrest them for me."

In an instant, countless secret guards appeared, raising their bows and arrows in unison and shooting at the eleven people.

The leader Ge Tianxing sneered: "What a trifle!"

With a wave of magic power, thousands of arrow feathers were returned.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

Bai Xu quickly took action to block the thousands of arrows that were flying back at him.

Ge Tianxing looked at Fang Huaimin with murderous intent and said, "You dog emperor, give me your life!"

The eleven men moved together and attacked Fang Huaimin.

Bai Xu's expression changed drastically.

He could only hold back one of the Twelve Guards by himself.

If the other ten people rushed towards Xuanhuang, Xuanhuang would be in danger.

Bai Xu gritted his teeth and stood in front of Fang Huaimin and said, "Your Majesty, please leave quickly. I will use a forbidden technique to temporarily improve to the state of Lianxu Hedao to hold them back."

Fang Huaimin patted Bai Xu on the shoulder and said, "My dear Fang, there is no need to do this."

In a moment, a team of mysterious guards appeared around Fang Huaimin.

In just a moment, these guards formed a formation and blocked the attack of the eleven golden guards.

Bai Xu said in surprise: "Your Majesty, could this be the legendary Xuanwu Guard?"

Fang Huaimin said confidently: "Yes, it is the Xuanwu Guard. With the presence of the Xuanwu Guard, even a Qi Refiner who has reached the state of Lianxuhedao cannot hurt me in the slightest."

Ge Tianxing and his companions became more and more anxious as they were unable to break through the Xuanwu Formation.

"Damn it, where did Sun Siming go? The eleven of us can't break through this turtle formation in such a short time."

"How dare the remnants of the Yu Dynasty break into the imperial palace."

Suddenly a majestic voice came.

Ge Tianxing's expression changed.

"Oh no! The royal family's Lianxu Hedao priest has taken action!"

A middle-aged man with a dignified look appeared in the air.

Bai Xu felt relieved when he saw this.

"With the help of the senior who has achieved the goal of Lianxu Hedao, these Twelve Black Feather Golden Guards are not worth mentioning."

A huge golden palm descended from the sky, trying to suppress Ge Tianxing and others in an instant.

At the critical moment, a cold voice was heard.

"It is a royal tribute, so majestic."

The ghost energy of the underworld burst out, and the golden palm was pierced through by a spear of the underworld.

The royal worshiper's expression changed slightly: "Ghost cultivator."

When Ge Tianxing and others saw the old man appear, they all saluted.

"See my lord!"

Looking at the old man in black who suddenly appeared, the royal attendant shouted, "Who are you?"

The old man showed a cold smile: "I am Tang Li."

"Die!"

As Tang Li waved his hand, endless ghostly aura from the underworld appeared.

The royal worshipper showed a look of horror, and was swallowed up by the ghostly aura of the underworld in just a few breaths.

The strength of the two is not at the same level at all.

Fang Huaimin's expression changed slightly when he saw this.

"This ghost cultivator must have survived several annihilation disasters. We need to invite a great priest from the royal family!"

Ge Tianxing reported to Tang Li: "Master Sun Siming is missing."

Tang Li narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard that.

"I temporarily sent him to deal with the Taoist priest in Zhiyun Temple. Now that he hasn't come back, it means the mission has failed."

"The descendants of Zhiyun Temple are not simple."

"It's okay, I'll kill Xuan Huang first."

Fang Huaimin said sternly: "Tang Liwu has informed the masters in the palace. You can't escape."

Tang Li sneered: "Xuan Huang was talking about several great priests. Don't worry, I have made some arrangements. I'm afraid they won't be able to come here in a short time."

Fang Huaimin's face darkened when he heard this.

If this is true, he would be in danger today. Although the Xuanwu Formation can resist the Qi-refining masters who have achieved the state of Lianxu Hedao.

But it can only resist the general Lianxu Hedao, and Fang Li in front of him can definitely not resist it.

“It’s so lively here.”

Meng Bai's voice came from a distance.

Fang Huaimin was delighted when he saw this.

How could I forget about Senior Meng? With Senior Meng here, he will definitely be able to deal with the ghost cultivator in front of him.

Meng Bai glanced at Tang Li and said, "It's rare to find a ghost cultivator who has survived five annihilation disasters. You remind me of someone."

Tang Li said gloomily: "The successor of Zhiyun Temple."

"It's just right that I will kill you today to avenge my ancestors!"

The ghostly aura of the underworld on Tang Li suddenly erupted and transformed into a ghostly spear that was thrown towards Meng Bai!

Although Lianxu Hedao, who has survived five catastrophes, is powerful, in Meng Bai's eyes today, he is no different from an ant.

Meng Bai used his finger as a sword and slashed out with one blow.

The sword energy instantly shattered the Spear of Hell.

Meng Bai raised his eyebrows slightly: "Spear of the Netherworld! You are the descendant of the Ghost Calculator! A descendant of the royal family of the Yu Dynasty."

Tang Li laughed sinisterly.

"Zhiyun Temple is still as powerful as it was a thousand years ago, but I, Tang Li, will not lose this time!"

"Damn Taoist priest, have a taste of the power of my God-killing Spear!"

As Tang Li took out the God-killing Spear, murderous aura burst out from the Spear.

Meng Bai felt a palpitation when he saw this gun.

Meng Bai's expression gradually became solemn.

You have to know that he is now in the immortal realm. How can a mere weapon make him feel so scared?

Even a top-grade killing magic weapon would not be like this, unless the gun in Tang Li's hand was not a magic weapon but a Taoist weapon!

Tang Li said arrogantly: "With the God-killing Spear in hand, I am invincible in the world!"

"Suffer to death!"

Tang Li waved the God-killing Spear and rushed towards Meng Bai.

Fortunately, it was only a momentary palpitation, and Meng Bai quickly reacted and unfolded the vast mountain and sea domain.

Although the God-killing Spear in Tang Li's hand is sharp, Meng Bai's strength is hundreds of times stronger than his. Even with the God-killing Spear in his hand, Meng Bai can easily dodge it.

Moreover, Meng Bai also discovered that Tang Li had stolen the fortune of the previous dynasty and integrated it into himself.

This is even more cruel than what happened to the Ghost Calculator. The Ghost Calculator only temporarily integrated into the Dragon of Luck, while Tang Li devoured the luck of the Yu Dynasty and brought all the luck of the dynasty to one person.

No wonder the Yu Dynasty collapsed so quickly after the death of Gui Suanzi a thousand years ago. It turned out that someone stole all the remaining luck of the Yu Dynasty.

After failing to hit Meng Bai for a long time, Tang Li angrily said, "Damn Taoist priest, is all you can do but hide?"

Meng Bai said calmly: "Using the power of luck to control the God-killing Spear is indeed powerful, but every time you use it, you will permanently consume a portion of your luck. How much luck do you have available?"

Tang Li's expression changed when he heard this.

"I didn't expect you to discover the secret of the God-killing Gun."

"That's right. To drive the God-killing Spear, one needs to consume a certain amount of luck permanently. This is also the reason why our ancestors did not carry this spear thousands of years ago."

Tang Li said slightly crazily: "But I am different. As long as I can kill my enemies and destroy the Xuan Dynasty, it doesn't matter if I give up my luck."

In an instant, Tang Li integrated nearly half of his luck into the God-killing Spear.

The God-killing Spear was thrown out by Tang Li and locked onto Meng Bai tightly!

Tang Li sneered and said, "Heir of Zhiyun Temple, go to hell!"