The frail old man took off the wine bottle from his waist, struggled to unscrew the stopper, poured the wine on the ground, and took another sip himself.
"Cough cough cough!" The old man coughed violently, and his old and damaged lungs were like a broken bellows.
"Why are you crying!" A shout suddenly came from the crowd not far away.
The two of them looked at the sound.
But he saw the soul of a middle-aged man, relying on a jade pendant, scolding a young man.
"I just lost my body, but my soul is still there." Cui Chengwang, the master of Qinghe Mansion, only had a fluttering soul left, but he was still full of energy. "Even if I die..."
"Dad, you are indeed dead." The young man answered subconsciously.
Palace Master Cui raised his hand and slapped his son on the head, but the familiar blow he expected did not appear, and his hand passed through his son's head.
Cui Chengwang twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you die, you can die. If you die, you can still go to Taoist Brother Xiao Li. Bah, you can also go to Yin Tianzi to find an official position. Isn't it necessarily worse than living in the human world?"
"You brat, if you keep crying and embarrassing our Qinghe Mansion, I will have you killed and make you a ghost too!"
As soon as these words came out, the young man immediately wiped away his tears and forced a smile.
Cui Chengwang, who had only a trace of his soul left, was furious and kicked him, "Your father is dead, and you still laugh! You treason! Let me see if I don't beat you to death!"
The fourth-level immortals around him were all stunned.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal shook his head, not knowing whether to be sad or happy.
In the past, after the death of a fourth-level immortal, his soul would dissipate in three to five days, or as long as several years.
But as Li Xiang revives the underworld and restarts reincarnation, the dead souls can live in the ghost city and the underworld for a long time, and they can also be reincarnated.
It is also for this reason that both ordinary soldiers and returnees dare to fight on the front line.
Being made such a fuss by Palace Master Cui, the gloomy atmosphere of many immortals around them disappeared, and instead they watched the excitement with interest.
But at this moment, a returnee hurriedly broke into the crowd.
"Report!"
The man flew past the Long-Eyebrow Immortal, and the rich smell of blood dispersed.
The long-browed immortal looked solemn.
The monk had a white crane embroidered on his sleeve, and he was from the White Crane Fairy Palace.
He hurriedly came to a woman, knelt down on one knee, carefully took out a strand of hair from his arms, raised it respectfully over his head, and said in a hoarse voice, "Palace Master, Young Master..."
Immortal White Crane is the only woman among the thirty-six immortals. A flash of panic flashed in her eyes, "Finish your words!"
The monk then swallowed and said, "Young Master, he died in battle, and his soul also dissipated."
Fairy White Crane swayed, staggering and almost falling. She trembled, grabbed the bloody hair in the monk's hand, and held it tightly in her hand. After a long while, she stabilized her body, her eyes became stern, and she shouted
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"My son was on the battlefield, did he ever retreat?"
The monk gritted his teeth and said, "Young Master led the 100,000 disciples of the Immortal Palace, from the third line of defense, through three passes and five mountains, all the way to Luofeng Valley in the Demon Realm, without ever taking a step back!"
"My son is on the front line, how brave is he in fighting?"
"In the twenty-eight battles, the young master took the lead, slashed seven demon kings, and killed thousands of demon clans. In the battle of Luofeng Valley, he fought with the third level against the fourth level, and died together with a demon king! Unbelievably brave.
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Immortal White Crane slowly raised his head and looked northwest, "In this case, my son died a worthy death."
After the words fell, the woman's hair turned into white hair.
"Have a good trip, Young Master White Crane." Immortal Long Eyebrow came up, stood next to Immortal White Crane, and poured a glass of wine on the ground.
Immortal Laojun stepped forward, turned his spiritual energy into a wine glass, and poured wine on the ground.
Xiao Kun, the head of Tongzhou Mansion, stepped forward and said, "This cup is dedicated to Young Master Baihe."
Divine fortune teller Wu Yong stepped forward with a solemn expression, "Congratulations to my old friend and go slowly."
Zhou Chengzhi, the head of the Wanzhou Prefecture, stepped forward and poured the wine into the wind, "Fellow Taoist Lou, go away."
Lu Qiuping, the general of the Zhenxi Army, stepped forward and said, "Uncle, my nephew is here to give you a ride."
One by one, the palace masters, the immortals, and the generals all faced the north and poured down glasses of wine.
It is for memorial and farewell.
"You humans are so hypocritical."
But at this moment, a voice came from the north.
Many fourth-level powerful men glared angrily.
There is a northerly wind.
The sky is full of demonic energy.
Everyone's gaze passes through the Hengduan Valley.
On the vast land, I saw a child with braids, holding a human bone flute, slapping his palms leisurely, and when he opened his mouth, the sound traveled dozens of miles and entered the 108 four-person hall under the Conferring God Stage.
In the ears of powerful people.
"People are dead and their souls are gone. Can they drink your wine?"
"Who do you do these things for?"
Lu Qiuping, the general of the Zhenxi Army, shouted loudly, "What kind of little monster dare you to speak such arrogant words!"
"Kill the demon!"
Behind Lu Qiuping, a big sword flew out like a rainbow, instantly passed through the Hengduan Valley and struck the child.
The boy waved his hand gently, and a demonic energy wrapped around the big sword. In just a moment, the big sword broke into dozens of pieces.
The little boy looked at the many fourth-level atavisms under the altar of gods from a distance, smiled sinisterly, puffed up his cheeks and blew.
Dozens of pieces of the great sword disappeared from the spot.
Almost at the same time, Lu Qiuping and the dozens of people standing in front summoned defensive formations one after another.
Ping ping pong pong.
The fragments of the great sword hit the magic circle, shattering it into pieces.
There was a muffled hum.
A bloody hole appeared on Lu Qiuping's left shoulder. The wound was filled with evil spirit and could not heal quickly.
In addition, there were more than ten immortals or palace masters who were hit by the fragments of the big sword, and they all looked solemn.
The opponent turned out to be a demon king.
One hundred and eight fourth-level masters from Kyushu gathered in Shanhaiguan to become gods.
The demon clan finally couldn't help but show its face.
The child put his finger in his mouth and whistled.
Rumble.
The earth shook.
A huge green bull walked over the mountains, crossed rivers, and arrived in front of the Hengduan Mountains.
The child turned on the back of the cow, sat cross-legged, and played the human bone flute horizontally.
The sound of the flute is melodious.
A huge coffin hundreds of meters long emerged from the ground, the coffin board was pushed open, and the Bone Lady Shi Shiran walked out.
A nearby hill suddenly collapsed, and countless rocks and clods of soil turned into yellow sand and flowed. From the yellow sand, the female King Ba, who looked like a mummy, came out.
A tornado came from the north, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky. In the tornado, the face of a huge mink appeared and disappeared.
Amid the sound of the flute, a demon king appeared.
Immediately afterwards, a black cloud floated over and enveloped the entire northern sky.
If you look closely, you will see that they are not dark clouds, but countless black three-eyed crows.
A three-eyed crow landed on the child's human bone flute, flapped its wings and shouted: "Kill, kill them all!"
There are a total of sixteen demon kings, and their momentum is overwhelming.
But at this moment, a figure, carrying a large knife like a door panel, fell outside Hengduan Mountain.
Wang Po faced the sixteen demon kings directly, and his troops rose into the sky: "I've been waiting for you for a long time."
The three-eyed crow cackled and said, "Just you?"
The voice fell.
Another figure fell from the sky, followed by two, a third, a fourth...
