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Chapter 672: Immortals descended

Hong Shenghe and Hu Xiaobei didn't know about the situation of Songhe Old Taoist, and they were immediately confused by the scene in front of them. This old Taoist priest was just fine, but why did he die? They had long heard that this old Taoist priest was full of tricks.

, couldn’t he have deliberately faked his death?

Hong Shenghe took a few steps forward and reached out to grab the body of Master Songhe. He wanted to check whether the other party was really dead or fake. How could Xuanzhu let the enemy touch the body of Master Songhe casually? So he ducked and blocked the body with other monks.

In front of the Hongsheng River.

Being blocked by a few warriors, Hong Shenghe became furious and immediately slapped Xuanzhu with his palm, preparing to teach these monks who dared to offend the majesty of the Immortal Master a profound lesson.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the hall, and someone shouted: "God, the God has come down to earth, everyone comes and comes to see it."

Some people also shouted: "There really are gods. Even real gods have come to Qinglong Temple. Senior Songhe is saved. Everyone, come and worship the gods quickly."

I don't know when, a huge gourd has flown over the Qinglong Temple, and on top of the gourd, stands a young Taoist priest with fluttering clothes, handsome figure, and full of aura. This way of appearing.

, what is it if it’s not a fairy?

The person who came was none other than Qingyang. He hurriedly and slowly arrived at Qinglong Temple at this time. He saw many warriors gathering outside the main hall. Hu Xiaobei should be here, so he didn't care about exposing his body and directly faced this.

Faces of many people descended from the sky.

Qingyang ignored the people kneeling outside and fell to the ground, then casually put away the wind-controlling gourd and entered the main hall.

Hu Xiaobei is also an immortal cultivator. He immediately felt that the person coming was extraordinary, especially the scene where the other party jumped from the gourd, which frightened him even more. Flying to control objects is at least a method for establishing the foundation stage.

How could such a master come to Qinglong Temple?

He rushed towards Qingyang to greet him and said: "This senior, disciple Hu Xiaobei is polite."

Qingyang was too lazy to pay attention to him. Instead, he glanced around and saw Old Taoist Songhe sitting opposite him. The master was getting older and thinner. If he didn't look carefully, he would be almost unrecognizable. The master was still there.

So clever, knowing that something can't be done and yet pretending to be dead.

But...but why doesn't he have a trace of life force in his body? Without life force, doesn't he die? How is it possible? How could the master die? Qingyang doesn't want to believe it, but the scene in front of him has to believe that the master is really dead this time

, and can never be resurrected.

The old liar is dead, the old liar who is omnipotent, the old liar who once shielded him from wind and rain, the old liar who taught him countless principles of dealing with things and the experience of the world, the old liar who could even hide the truth from the immortal master.

, this time he finally did not hide it from the God of Death, he was really dead. Qingyang hoped that the old liar was deceiving him this time, but the monk's intuition told him that this time the old liar did not deceive him, and he was really dead.

One step too late! One step too late! Qingyang hated himself deeply. Why didn't he take action earlier when he found out that the Jinsha Gang was in danger? Why didn't he directly kill the Tiger Gang after rescuing Ni Qiurong? Why couldn't he drive the Yufeng Gourd faster?

, so much so that I now have this lifelong regret.

Kill, deserve to be killed, everyone should be killed, everyone present should be killed. Suddenly, Qingyang's eyes turned red, and his aura suddenly changed. The whole hall was suddenly filled with evil energy, and the others couldn't help but shudder.

, looking at Qingyang with a shocked face.

At this time, Hu Xiaobei also felt that something was wrong. The foundation-building senior in front of him was actually related to Songhe Laodao.

Even knowing that he would not have a good outcome, he did not dare to escape easily, because he knew very well the gap between Qi Refining monks and Foundation-building monks, and he could not escape at all.

Qingyang suddenly turned around, staring at Hong Shenghe, who was closest to Songhe Old Road, with a pair of scarlet eyes, and said: "Did you kill my master?"

How could Hong Shenghe, who was only in the Pulse Opening Realm, be able to hold on while being stared at by the Foundation Establishment monks? He plopped down on the ground and shouted: "It wasn't me, senior. I really didn't kill him. He died before I had a chance to do it."

, You can’t blame me for this, senior, please spare your life.”

Qingyang didn't seem to be interested in hearing his explanation at all. He slapped Hong Shenghe on the head and said: "Whether you did it or not, you are an accomplice in this matter, and you deserve to die."

After slapping Hong Shenghe to death, Qingyang's expression did not change at all. He turned to look at Hu Xiaobei and said expressionlessly: "Are you the main messenger of this matter?"

Hu Xiaobei's performance was not much better than Hong Shenghe's. He collapsed on the ground and said: "Senior, please forgive me. I didn't kill Songhe Lao Dao at all. I just used some momentum and he died. How could he, a top expert, do this?"

Die easily? There must be something fishy going on."

Qingyang was unmoved, and slapped Hu Xiaobei on the head again, saying: "If it weren't for your coercion, how could anything happen to my master? You will not be punished."

When the foundation-building monk took action, the monk in the middle stage of Qi Refining had no chance to dodge. Hearing a bang, Hu Xiaobei's head shattered and he died immediately.

Qingyang had killed Hu Xiaodong and Hu Xiaozhong in Kaiyuan Mansion before. Now Hu Xiaobei is also dead. Without these backbones, the Tiger Gang has completely disappeared. This is exactly what Song He said before.

In other words, the tiger's filial piety must go against heaven's will, and sooner or later it will not end well.

After killing two monks in a row, Qingyang looked at the last female monk and said: "You are also their accomplice, I will not spare you."

The female cultivator was quite stubborn. Although she was forced by Qingyang's momentum and couldn't stand up, she held her neck and shouted: "Senior, you can't kill people without asking questions. I'm just a follower. I haven't done anything. What's more?"

You didn't kill the master by us at all, but by himself. What you are doing is completely frivolous."

Qingyang ignored the other party's talk of porcelain, and without even a trace of hesitation, he directly slapped the female cultivator to death. Since she followed Hu Xiaobei, she was an accomplice in this matter and had to bear the consequences of its failure.

, Qingyang will never let her go.

After killing three monks in a row, the evil aura in Qingyang's eyes did not lighten much. He suddenly turned around and walked towards the monk of Qinglong Temple. He stared at Xuanzhu with a pair of scarlet eyes and said: "My master is in your Qinglong Temple."

, but you just watched him being forced to death, and the monks of Qinglong Temple refused to save him, so they will all be buried with the master."


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