Simuluo's wings fluttered rapidly to protect his body, the swords that formed the wings constantly alternating and shifting positions, attempting to block Qin Mu's attack, but in the next moment, the Drilling Sword Style pierced through the wing defense!
Simuluo was startled, his chest in pain. His golden body couldn't withstand the Drilling Sword Style. He immediately flapped his wings, creating a gust of wind.
Whoosh!
As the wind rose, Qin Mu immediately stepped onto it and moved. Fear appeared in Simuluo's eyes. Qin Mu's speed in the air was actually faster than his own flight!
The Cripple's Heaven-Stealing Legwork was unmatched in speed. If Simuluo hadn't flapped his wings to create the wind, Qin Mu would have had a hard time catching up to him in the air. But once the wind rose, for Qin Mu, the sky became flat ground.
"Go!"
Simuluo shouted, and golden swords flew out one by one from his wings behind him, stabbing towards Qin Mu, trying to prevent him from getting close. His wings were emptied in an instant, leaving only two golden-flesh wings.
His body immediately fell, and at that moment, blade light like a waterfall collided with the golden swords that were shooting towards him. With a hiss, a golden sword pierced through Qin Mu's waterfall of blade light and embedded itself in his left shoulder, exactly at the midpoint of the shoulder blade.
And Qin Mu's figure also arrived in front of Simuluo, passing by him, the bright blade light slicing across Simuluo's neck.
The blade light was very thin, seeming to cut into Simuluo, sinking into his neck and emerging from the back, but also seeming to cause him no harm at all.
Simuluo landed, and golden swords flew back one by one, returning behind him, forming two wings.
Those two golden wings spread open with a whoosh, radiating golden light.
"Senior brother Simuluo, well done!" a voice cried out in surprise and joy.
The other sorcerers were also greatly encouraged and shouted one after another: "Senior brother Simuluo, crush this slave from Yankang!"
"Yankang people are all two-legged sheep, only fit for cultivation, not fit to live in the world!"
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Qin Mu landed, and flying swords flew back one by one, successively falling into the sword case behind him.
The youth pulled the golden sword from his shoulder and threw it on the ground. His brocade robe remained intact. When the sword stabbed him, the robe blocked it a bit, but it still pierced into his shoulder blade together with the robe.
The so-called invulnerability to swords and spears actually couldn't completely block them. His robe made of six-winged golden silkworm silk, though it blocked the golden sword, couldn't prevent injury.
Below the Golden Stage, cheers shook the heavens, while Simuluo still stood with wings spread, majestic, seeming to enjoy the crowd's acclaim.
Qin Mu walked forward, and the cheers gradually subsided. Qin Mu raised his hand, sheathed his two blades back into the scabbard behind him, and came to Simuluo's side. But Simuluo remained motionless, still with his golden wings spread, offering no defense or resistance.
Qin Mu raised his hand, grabbed his hair, lifted lightly, and removed his head from his neck, throwing it down from the stage.
The cheers below the Golden Stage grew quieter and quieter. Only the sorcerers in the distance who hadn't seen this scene were still cheering, making it seem even more piercing. The head rolled down from the stage, rolling to the feet of the still-cheering sorcerers, and the noise gradually faded.
Simuluo, who had cultivated the Sorcerer Sovereign Louluo Sutra, the sect's foundational technique, was also dead. Just when he seemed to have victory in his grasp, he was beheaded by Qin Mu's blade.
Ling Yuxiu hurried forward, wanting to bandage his wound. Qin Mu waved his hand: "It's fine. I said I would crush their will, and I will do it. Just rest easy."
Ling Yuxiu frowned slightly, feeling that Qin Mu was somewhat overconfident.
"Cowherd, you're wounded on the shoulder, which means the weakness is greater. What if another great sorcerer who cultivates the Sorcerer Sovereign Louluo Sutra appears..."
As she spoke, suddenly in front of the sacred hall of the Loulan Golden Palace, another young great sorcerer with a golden body walked over, a smile on his face, and said softly: "Junior brother Simuluo was still too green, not steady enough, so he died. I am Danbaluo, at the Six Harmonies realm, self-sealed in the Six Harmonies Secret Realm."
Qin Mu's expression turned grave. Suddenly, his figure drifted backward, his feet tapping repeatedly, and with a whoosh, he leaped onto the roof of a golden hall.
Danbaluo laughed loudly, pursuing him like a shadow, holding a large hammer in his hand. The hammerhead was a massive skull, dark gold in color. The skull actually had seven bone spurs growing from it, each bone spur bearing a smaller skull, only fist-sized.
These eight skulls all had eyes in their eye sockets, quite terrifying and horrifying.
Though the hammerhead was large, the handle was short, barely able to be grasped in hand.
Danbaluo lightly shook the hammer, and the seven smaller skulls above immediately opened their eyes, their eyeballs rolling wildly, then opened their mouths. Plumes of black smoke sprayed from the skulls' mouths, seven streams of black smoke shuttling up and down like black dragons, heading straight for Qin Mu who had landed on the golden hall.
Flying swords shot out from Qin Mu's sword case, their tips flicking, severing the black dragons formed by the black smoke, but immediately the flying swords lost control and clattered to the ground.
Seven flying swords fell onto the golden hall, still clattering and jumping, with black energy dancing around inside them.
Qin Mu immediately felt his qi being polluted and was startled. The Sorcerer Sovereign Louluo Sutra was clearly like the Great Nurturing Heavenly Demon Sutra, all-encompassing, containing more than one type of technique. The one Simuluo had cultivated earlier was one type, following the path of sword arts and divine abilities.
And this Danbaluo cultivated another type, following the path of magical arts and divine abilities. Though both practiced the Sorcerer Sovereign Louluo Sutra, they followed different paths.
Qin Mu's steps shifted, and the golden tiles beneath his feet exploded with a crash. Streams of black smoke like black dragons drilled in and out of the golden hall, attacking him.
Their figures rose and fell like rabbits and hawks, running across the golden halls, even moving on the walls as if walking on flat ground.
Suddenly, Qin Mu's body sank, falling into that golden hall. Danbaluo sneered, swung his large hammer to break open the golden hall, and charged in.
Boom!
A figure shot up into the sky, waving flying swords that stabbed backward one after another, while Danbaluo burst out right after, stepping on a stream of black smoke that surged and rolled forward, carrying him towards Qin Mu to kill him.
Qin Mu crashed through another golden hall with a boom, diving into the hall to avoid Danbaluo's attack. Danbaluo followed him in, his momentum fierce, making the sorcerers and great sorcerers of the Loulan Golden Palace feel elated, sweeping away their earlier dejection.
The two of them raced across the golden halls on the mountain, striking deadly blows at each other, moving further and further from the mountain gate.
Danbaluo's confidence grew stronger, his attacks becoming fiercer. When Qin Mu fell into a golden hall, he charged directly in, but what greeted him was a magnificent landscape.
Sword Treading Mountains and Rivers.
Danbaluo felt as if he was rapidly shrinking, falling into that landscape, and couldn't help but feel panicked.
In front of and behind the mountain gate, everyone stared tensely at the golden hall where the two had fallen. After a moment, suddenly a golden figure leaped out from the golden hall, standing on the roof, one hand gripping the bone hammer, the other hand raised high holding a head.
The people of the Loulan Golden Palace cheered, deafeningly. Ling Yuxiu's face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she was at a loss. The Green Ox was also stunned, and Hu Ling'er was also stunned.
"Cowherd is dead..." Ling Yuxiu's mind went blank.
In front of the sacred hall, the few sorcerer kings of the Loulan Golden Palace rarely showed smiles, exchanged glances, and nodded lightly.
"Danbaluo is quite good, ruthless and yet very steady. A great talent, beyond just talented."
An elderly sorcerer king asked in surprise: "Why doesn't he return to the sacred hall?"
"Danbaluo" jumped back into the golden hall below with the head, not returning to the mountain gate. Another sorcerer king smiled: "Probably because he's also injured. Danbaluo is by nature cautious. After being injured, he will definitely heal immediately, not leaving any hidden troubles. This is also something to look forward to. Now only this little girl remains, and she'll die soon. I wonder how the battle is going on the other side of the mountain?"
The sorcerer kings wanted to go to the snowy mountain to see the battle situation, but they were ordered to stay here and guard the sacred hall, unable to leave.
Inside that golden hall, "Danbaluo" tossed the head aside, took out a scroll, gently unrolled it, and examined it carefully.
"The treasure vault of the Loulan Golden Palace is right next to this main hall. I haven't come to the wrong place."
He closed the geographical map of the Loulan Golden Palace, stood up to leave, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He hurriedly took out a jade bottle from his chest, glanced at it, then put it back in his sleeve pouch: "Almost took out the Lost-Fragrance Incense..."
He took out another jade bottle, carefully extracted some dragon saliva, and applied it to the wound on his shoulder. The wound quickly healed, and the pain subsided.
"Danbaluo" put back the jade bottle, thought for a moment, took the Shao Bao Sword in hand, walked out of this golden hall, and in a few steps arrived at another great hall.
In front of that great hall, a Gold Tortoise-Man with a turtle shell on his back stood guard there. He had a frog-like mouth, a golden turtle shell on his back, and was powerful and strong. Seeing him approach, he asked in surprise: "Danbaluo, what are you doing here?"
His gold color was richer than "Danbaluo's," but paler than those sorcerer kings. His status and strength should be inferior to the sorcerer kings.
"Your disciple killed the villain who came to block the door and obtained a precious sword. Not daring to hide it, I intend to offer it to the Holy Sect."
"Danbaluo" presented the Shao Bao Sword with both hands, smiling: "I don't practice the sword. Though this sword is good for me, it's useless. So I also want to use this treasure to exchange for another treasure."
The tortoise guard took the Shao Bao Sword, drew it with a clang, and had to squint against the cold light. He exclaimed: "A fine sword! In our Golden Palace, there are few treasures that can match this sword! That you've obtained this treasure, the Sorcerer Sovereign will surely reward you greatly!"
He pushed open the hall door. "Danbaluo" quickly asked: "Can your disciple also go in to select a treasure?"
The tortoise guard thought for a moment, smiling: "Very well. You've rendered such a great service and presented such a heavy treasure. The Sorcerer Sovereign's reward to you will surely be excellent. But if you come in, you can only look at the treasures our Golden Palace has collected. You can't take any. Only when the Sorcerer Sovereign rewards you and lifts the seal can you take it away."
"Danbaluo" was overjoyed and hurriedly followed him into this golden hall.
The tortoise guard stood in the hall, carefully opened several seals, took two steps forward, then lifted several more restrictions, walked forward a few more steps, and took out a talisman treasure. It was a square, fourteen-faced, twenty-four-cornered paper treasure folded from runes. Qi was infused into it, and the talisman treasure began to float and gradually light up.
The talisman treasure grew brighter and brighter, constantly rotating, projecting the runes on each face into the air.
"Danbaluo" immediately saw that before them, the air gradually changed from colorless and transparent, becoming many translucent cubes. Each cube contained a fist-sized little person, with fierce expressions, pacing anxiously within the cubes, seeming to want to break out and eat people.
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