Chapter five hundred and ninety-six paving the way for vitality
The winter ghost is working hard!
In order to pave a way for his son to survive, Donggui decided to freeze all the nearly 100 monks in the Dao Qi realm.
This is an impossible task, but sometimes, even though you know it's impossible, you still have to try. Winter Ghost has to use his own flesh and blood and his 1,200 years of life to create a possibility.
Nothing is impossible in the world of cultivating immortals!
The accumulation of one thousand two hundred years, once it blooms, will definitely be earth-shattering power.
However, Dong Gui faced Chang Xiao, and Chang Xiao would not give him a chance. At this time, Chang Xiao had a cold and heavy barrel in his hand. At this time, it was too late to use the propelling force of gunpowder to explode in Dong Gui.
Chang Xiao directly poured Yang Qi into the barrel, using the most violent breath in the world as the driving force, and with a roar, carrying the soul beads of the Tao Qi realm, he killed it before his own cultivation life.
The cannonball arrived in front of Donggui in an instant. It directly smashed the glazed bridge-breaking ax and blasted it in with one cannon!
There was a muffled sound, and all Donggui's defenses had no effect in front of this divine soul bead that could break all kinds of magic. Donggui's chest was directly blasted with a huge blood hole, but Chang Xiao seemed to have not stopped yet.
Meaning, there were three more divine soul beads in the Tao Qi realm in his hand. Chang Xiao released these three divine soul beads one after another. The muffled sound of a broken drum being pierced kept coming from Donggui's body, and blood flowed violently on Donggui's back.
The ground was splashing.
At this moment, Dong Gui can't use any of his explosive cultivation methods. Sometimes people just breathe. If this breath is held in the stomach and cannot come up, then all methods will be useless. It is obvious that Chang Xiao's Dao Qi
The divine soul bead of the realm not only suppressed Dong Gui's breath in his stomach, but also dispersed from the broken stomach. Chang Xiao stretched out his hand and took the shot of Dong Gui, who was pierced by the divine soul bead like a rag.
He took it into his hand and tightly grasped Donggui's neck.
"No!" Hu Fengdao let out a shrill scream. In this blood-like roar, the Yang Qi in Chang Xiao's palm spat out violently, pouring into the body of Winter Ghost. Winter Ghost immediately seemed like
It glowed like a lighted bulb, and then expanded, causing mist to rise all over the body. Waves of burnt aura dispersed in an instant.
Dong Gui's completely deformed and swollen head turned around fiercely, his eyes fixed on Hu Fengdao, and he opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a blazing Yang suddenly shot out from his open mouth.
Then the winter ghost was like a leather bag that was leaking everywhere, with bursts of Yang Qi spewing out from the holes all over its body.
The next moment it will turn into ashes, it will be the death of body and soul, it will be the death of spirit and soul!
Donggui has practiced Taoism for twelve hundred years, and what is left behind in the end is a bright and crystal divine soul bead.
After weighing this divine soul bead, Chang Xiao had to admit that this divine soul bead was the heaviest and largest among all the divine soul beads he had harvested. The weight of one thousand two hundred years is reflected in this.
Hu Fengdao's shrill screams suddenly stopped.
There is no one more unfortunate than him in the world. For him, his woman must humbly sacrifice her body as a slave to save his life. For him, his father must blow himself up to give him a chance of survival.
, but now, Donggui tried his best, but to no avail. Instead, he became the harvested fruit in Chang Xiao's hands. And his woman dedicated her delicate body and tender flesh, and it seemed that Chang Xiao didn't care about it.
Hu Fengdao was like a piece of broken stone, which Chang Xiao put under his feet and trampled hard, 10,000 times, 100 million times, non-stop, trampling him humbly and sinking deep into the dirty underground.
Hu Fengdao's whole body felt like it was empty. There was nothing inside his body, only a thin piece of skin was left. A gust of wind blew by, and Hu Fengdao's skin suddenly started to tremble, trembling violently.
In the hollow, a little spark was polished by the wind, and then a raging flame rose into the sky.
Hu Fengdao was furious!
How can you not be angry?
"Chang Xiao, I won't let you go! I want you to die miserably!" The shrill scream didn't sound like it came from Hu Fengdao's mouth, but rather like thunder exploding in the sky.
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"Why do you have that? It's impossible for you to even survive now!" Chang Xiao said lightly and nonchalantly.
Hu Fengdao's hair was flying at this time, and his clothes were making a sound as the aura around him was stirring. His eyes were extremely red, and two lines of hot blood tears flew upward. They were broken into countless fragments of mist by the violent aura overflowing from Hu Feng's body in the air, and Hu Fengdao was blown away.
All sides were stained red.
Hu Fengdao showed a trace of resentment on his face and gritted his teeth and said, "Just let me be the ghost!"
Immediately, a shrill roar burst out from Hu Fengdao's body, and the flesh of Hu Fengdao's body was shattered inch by inch.
Chang Xiao's eyes flashed, Hu Fengdao wanted to dissolve his physical body and join the ghost world to become a ghost cultivator.
Ghost cultivators are the same as demon cultivators. They are both choices made by monks as a last resort. To become a demon cultivator, ghost cultivators are destined to become slaves of the emperor of the underworld, and to be buried deep in the underworld and suffer endless pain.
, that would be a suffering that would never see the light of day. If the monks had not harbored deep hatred and unfulfilled wishes, and would rather die than die, they would never have chosen this path.
Obviously, it is absolutely impossible for Hu Fengdao to leave the palace alive at this time. Not to mention the nearly a hundred monks in the Dao Qi realm around him, he can't even deal with a Changxiao!
Chang Xiao's pupils shrank. This sentence, "Kill the grass and root out the root", is the golden rule that Chang Xiao has always believed in, and it is also the most respected sentence in the immortal way.
Chang Xiao didn't even think about it, the Tu Miu in his arm suddenly came out, facing the wind and waves, and stabbed towards Hu Fengdao.
How fast was the slaughter? In an instant, they were in front of Hu Fengdao.
Just as he watched Tu Miu, he wanted to pierce Hu Fengdao's soul with his sword and kill Hu Fengdao completely!
However, Chang Xiao's sword suddenly stopped when it was still an inch away from Hu Fengdao's soul. No matter how Tu Miu swung and trembled and used his methods, it was difficult to move forward even a little bit.
On the top of Hu Fengdao's head, a big hole suddenly opened. No, it was not a big hole, but a huge eye opened, an indifferent eye with supreme majesty. This eye was extremely huge. Under such eyes, Hu Fengdao
It’s just an insignificant dot, even Chang Xiao and the nearly a hundred Taoist monks standing here are just small dots. Humble and insignificant, not worth mentioning!
With the appearance of this eye, layers of turbulent ghost energy surged out from it, and the sky across the capital suddenly became overcast with clouds and scattered snowflakes floated.
Chang Xiao's heart beat wildly when he saw this eye. This eye was no stranger to Chang Xiao. On the contrary, even now Chang Xiao would often recall this eye, the Emperor of the Underworld!
As this eye opened, countless ghost hands from the underworld emerged from this eye. These ghost hands from the underworld with a layer of white hair grabbed hold of Hu Fengdao's soul, and their sharp nails fiercely
He penetrated Hu Fengdao's soul ruthlessly, hooked his soul tightly, and with a fierce tug, the connection between Hu Fengdao's soul and his body was completely torn apart. Hu Fengdao's soul let out a shrill and extremely scream.
In addition to pain, there is also a hint of pleasure. It seems that for Hu Fengdao at this time, pain is the happiest thing!
Immediately afterwards, Hu Fengdao's spirit was pulled into the eyes of the Emperor of the Underworld.
At this time, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, which seemed to be the angry roar of dragon energy. The emperor of the underworld seemed to be afraid of the sound of thunder. The huge eyes closed suddenly and disappeared.
Tu Mi immediately regained his freedom and flew back into Chang Xiao's wrist.
Chang Xiao was really angry!
This is not the first time! The emperor of the underworld has repeatedly robbed his enemies in front of him.
Now in the world of the underworld, there is already a cuckold living Buddha, plus a cuckold Xitian Mingchen, and an eccentric Xin Chou old boy. Now with Hu Fengdao, the four of them can play mahjong!
Chang Xiao deeply feels that future enemies must be killed immediately, and they must not be given any chance to become demons. Chang Xiao is also puzzled now. He does not understand why these monks have to leave if they have a good choice of life, death, and Taoism.
Cultivation of ghosts and demons is such a tragic route. Isn’t this making things difficult for yourself?
Chang Xiao sighed, and then looked at Feng Xiaoqian, who was standing there alone.
Chang Xiao doesn't mind having another Taoist cultivator in his harem, but in Chang Xiao's eyes, an infatuated woman like Feng Xiaoqian who is willing to be a slave for her man might stab him in the back at some point.
With a knife, unless such a woman is imprinted with a divine soul by Chang Xiao, Chang Xiao would not dare to keep her by his side. However, asking Feng Xiaoqian to accept her divine imprint obediently is a little bit awkward no matter how you look at it.
A bit more shameless.
What should I say? Could it be that Chang Xiao said that your man has been forced by me to go to the underworld to suffer. This can be regarded as me giving him a way out, so you can just be my slave.
Just thinking about it often makes me feel a little shameless.
If you can't plant a soul mark and stay with you, you are an enemy. Cutting off the weeds and eradicating the roots is always the golden rule of immortality.
There is nothing that requires too much consideration, because Chang Xiao has no other choice.
At this time, Jin Yun, who was standing next to Chang Xiao, suddenly said: "Husband, please leave this Feng Xiaoqian to me."
Chang Xiao nodded when he heard the words. Jin Yun had never asked Chang Xiao for anything. Chang Xiao didn't even have any traces of Jin Yun asking him to do anything in his memory. Therefore, Jin Yun's request was made by just speaking.
He will definitely agree to it. As for leaving an enemy for himself, Chang Xiao doesn't care at all. Even if Jin Yun asks him to let go of a powerful figure like Dong Gui, Chang Xiao won't blink. If a man does this at this time
It’s so sad if you don’t have any responsibility!
Other women, Chang Xiao, ignored her, but the words of these close relatives around her were more important to Chang Xiao than anything else.
What is the most important thing in a person's life? It is not fame and wealth, dominance of the world, immortality, or even freedom in the fairy world. In Chang Xiao's view, the people around him are the most important. Without the company of the people around him, what is the point?
Fame, fortune, domination of heaven and earth, and freedom in the fairy world are all as boring as dung.
And the most important point is that Chang Xiao knows very well that Jin Yun knows the importance. Since she is willing to keep Feng Xiaoqian, she will naturally have her own way to restrict Feng Xiaoqian and prevent Feng Xiaoqian from harming her.
He always smiles.
Sure enough, Jin Yun took a step forward and said: "There are only two ways in front of you now. First, you are my husband's enemy and will definitely die. Second, become my slave and let me plant the mark of my soul on you.
This way you can live! You choose! I want to remind you that your husband is not dead."
Feng Xiaoqian's eyes swayed, and her emotions changed countless times in an instant. Finally, Feng Xiaoqian raised her head, revealing an elegant and white neck, glanced at Chang Xiao, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.