"Disciple Emperor Wuyou, pay homage to the master."
In a trance, a childish voice sounded in the ears of Taoist Kumu. The Taoist king in front of him no longer seemed to be the most powerful man who ruled the world, but a man with a combed hair. A child with braids and rags and linen clothes.
That was the scene two hundred thousand years ago when Taoist Kumu accepted the Tao King as his disciple.
Two hundred thousand years have passed, and things have changed.
Fu Yuan, the woman with red makeup, and the five men and women on the side stared at the Tao King on the ground, feeling a sense of horror and anger.
Having single-handedly created the evil act of killing his master and seizing the throne, what qualifications does he have to be called his master's disciple?
"You are no longer an old disciple."
Taoist Kumu closed his eyes and looked calm.
"But in the heart of the disciple, the master will always be the disciple's master." Dao Wang looked at Taoist Kumu, his eyes were sincere and not false at all, as if the person who killed the master was not him.
"Old Man has experienced many calamities in his life, all of which were near misses. But I never expected that a child that Old Man accepted with his own hands would become a calamity that Old Man could not escape." Taoist Kumu opened his eyes
, his gaze was chaotic, "Is the person above trying to kill me?"
Dao Wang nodded.
"Master, troubled times are coming. They need a capable person to clear the obstacles in the lower world. Your character is mediocre and not suitable for that sword." "
Disciple can do it."
"Even so, you don't have to kill Master! Fuyuan roared loudly and asked, "Why do you want to put him to death again?" He
glanced at Fuyuan, he was his nominal junior brother.
There was no emotion in Dao Wang's eyes, and he said calmly: "On the road to power, there must be no obstacles. The so-called concession can only breed more disasters." "
I cannot centralize power until Master dies."
"Today's Taihao Tianzong is already the top existence in the entire spiritual world. With just one word from me, I can move the wind and rain in the spiritual world, and with just a stamp of my foot, I can make the spiritual world tremble." "
Only I can do all this."
Taoist Kumu didn't say much.
He recognized Dao Wang's talent and wisdom, and even more admired his skill and strategy.
However, he still didn't expect that Dao Wang would be so persistent in putting him to death.
"Since you already have the power, why don't you let Master go?" Fu Yuan asked his soul again.
The Taoist King smiled softly and looked at Taoist Kumu, "Since you have already been burdened with the reputation of killing your master to seize the throne, why not follow through?" "
You... you are simply crazy!"
The woman in red makeup pointed at the Taoist King and was filled with anger. trembling.
Bang!
There was an explosion, and the red-makeup woman's fingers exploded, but from the beginning to the end, King Dao did not make any move.
The woman screamed miserably. She was a master at the pinnacle of quasi-emperor, but no matter how she used her magic power, she could not regenerate the broken finger.
"The only person here who can scold me is Master."
King Dao's eyes became extremely cold, "How dare a mere quasi-emperor disrespect me?"
"Second Junior Sister!" Fu Yuan rushed to the woman with red makeup, alert. looked at Tao Wang.
"Can you let them go?"
Taoist Kumu asked, his heart dying.
"Master, you know me."
Dao Wang grinned, revealing a bit of bloodthirsty murderous intention, "If you cut the grass without eradicating the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze. I will not leave any trouble behind." "
You If you let them go, I will not fight back and let you deal with them." Taoist Kumu said slowly.
"Master!"
Fuyuan and others all knelt on the ground, bursting into tears, "As long as Master can survive, the disciples and others will die without regrets. Please Master, please don't worry about our life and death."
Taoist Kumu's cultivation level, It is the middle stage of the Emperor Realm. If you go all out, you may not have a chance to escape from the hands of the Tao King.
The Taoist King smiled and said disapprovingly: "Master, you know my strength well. Even if you attack me, you can't change the inevitable situation." "
In this case, why should I leave trouble?"
"Are you serious ? Do you want to be so decisive?"
Taoist Kumu became angry and roared at the Tao King.
"Have you completely forgotten the relationship between master and disciple that lasted for more than 100,000 years?"
"I have not forgotten."
The Tao King took a deep breath, "That is why the disciple will personally come to send you on your way."
"I will fight with you. Come on!"
The youngest disciple, who has also reached the pinnacle of quasi-emperor cultivation, turned his palm and a golden divine wheel appeared. Dao patterns on the divine wheel flowed, and it turned out to be an imperial weapon.
He mobilized the emperor's soldiers and saw a total of three hundred and sixty-five gods sitting cross-legged in the void.
"All Gods Falun!"
There was a long roar, and the entire void was distorted.
The palms of the three hundred and sixty-five gods fell at the same time, and the dead wood hall was instantly shattered. The dazzling golden light annihilated everything and bombarded towards the Tao King.
"Seventh Junior Brother!"
Fuyuan's face changed drastically, and he was extremely sad.
This is sending death.
"Your courage is commendable."
Dao King smiled and waved his big hand gently in the air. As if turning a page of a book, the whole world took on a new look. Three hundred and sixty-five gods disappeared, and the seventh junior brother also disappeared.
Completely dead.
Everyone was horrified, they couldn't even understand the Tao King's methods.
"It's a pity that it's too weak."
The Taoist King sighed, "Which other junior brothers and sisters want to learn my magical power?"
The remaining six disciples were trembling with fear.
A despair that came from their bones deeply enveloped them.
At this moment, the disciples of the Deadwood Sect felt a terrifying aura resurrecting, and the web woven by the Tao King began to manifest little by little.
One Dao pattern appears in the sky, and each Dao pattern is like a magic weapon hanging in the sky.
Infinite divine light bloomed, and the heaven and earth seemed to be refined.
Countless people panic.
Disciples were running for their lives within the Deadwood Sect, but no one could escape.
They were trapped.
The Tao King not only wanted to kill Taoist Kumu and his seven junior brothers and sisters, he also wanted to bury the sect built by Taoist Kumu and many of his disciples.
Taoist Kumu's body was trembling.
What the Tao King did was outrageous.
"It's a pity that the old man was blind and taught a traitor with his own hands." Taoist Kumu's lips trembled with anger and self-deprecation.
"I can't believe that the calamity mentioned by Master was actually created by me myself..."
"After all, we can't escape destiny."
Taoist Kumu looked up to the sky and sighed.
Master?
The Taoist King frowned. Kumu Taoist's master was the previous generation's leader of the Taihao Tian Sect, but he had died 800,000 years ago.
The entire spiritual world witnessed his incarnation.
There's no way he's still alive.
Who is the master mentioned by Taoist Kumu?
"Could it be a motto left by Master?"
King Dao didn't think much about it.
No matter how smart he is, he never thought that Taoist Kumu's master was someone else.
"However, even if I die, I will make you pay the price."
Taoist Kumu's eyes narrowed, and murderous intent broke out.
The majestic breath was released from his body.
The emperor's majesty is so powerful that it overwhelms the heavens and the world.
The great road of heaven and earth respects me.
The Tao King smiled.
"Ninety thousand years ago, I killed you with a sneak attack."
The Taoist King murmured, "Ninety thousand years later, you are still standing still, but I am already at the top of the world."
He kowtowed to Taoist Kumu again. head.
"Master, I will send you on your way."