Rebirth of the City Immortal

Chapter 1285 Alive Refining Ji Wutian
"Shut up!" Xia Jin stared at Ji Wutian with a ferocious expression, and cursed angrily: "As a monk of the righteous way, you not only practiced magic skills secretly, killing innocent lives, but also persisted in your obsession. Entering the way of the devil is a heinous crime, and a hundred deaths cannot atone for it, if it wasn't for Mo Daoist to kill you, I would have killed you right now!"

"What Fellow Daoist Xia said is absolutely true!" The great monk of Jingtu Temple glared like a diamond, staring at the eyes as big as copper bells, and reprimanded: "You wait for the devil, everyone can kill him, why do you have the face to speak nonsense here? Can't the old monk's golden bowl accept you?"

"I am equal to the righteous way, and it is only right and proper to make friends with each other. You devil, don't talk nonsense and sow discord!" The old Taoist Chongshan was righteous and righteous, and said with righteousness on his face: "The old Tao only regrets that he didn't discover you, the devil earlier, and killed innocent people." The person who was killed by you, alas~, the old man really regrets it!"

All the remaining projection avatars, none of them fell, all yelled at Ji Wutian with righteous indignation, and none of them showed the slightest blush because of what Ji Wutian said just now.

Just kidding, in the face of the opportunity to break through the shackles of the realm, what is a little face?If they can't break through the bottleneck, after a hundred years, they will eventually become a pile of dry bones. At that time, who can leave a trace of face?
Ji Wutian rushed to his heart, his face swelled into purple, he looked at the Nascent Souls who surrounded him in a circle and yelled at them with great resentment, wishing to tear these shameless guys into pieces.

However, he can only think about it, not to mention that he is seriously injured and dying, even if he is full of blood and blue at the moment, he will definitely be abused into scum by the flattering Nascent Soul Masters around him.

"Brother Changsheng!"

Mo Changsheng, who was a little dazed, was awakened by a gentle call, he nodded to Xiang Yu with tears on his face, ignored the hospitality of Zhongshan and others around him, and walked straight to Ji Wutian .

"You, what do you want to do?" Ji Wutian remembered his own situation now, he couldn't care less about other things, and screamed at Mo Changsheng: "You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, after the main world recovers, you will have no chips at all. Do you want your Xianming Mountain to bleed like a river?"

The threat of death made Ji Wutian's brain spin fast. Seeing that Xia Jin and others around him wanted to speak, he quickly said: "Don't pin your hopes on these guys, they just want to use you to help them It's just alchemy, once the alchemy is complete, they will immediately return to their respective sects, when that time comes, who can help you?"

After saying this, Ji Wutian was afraid that Mo Changsheng would not believe it, so he glanced around and shouted: "Whether their current promises or guarantees are all bullshit, I will only say one thing , you ask them, who dares to swear that they will invite the strongest true monarch of this sect to carry the sect's inheritance treasure to sit on the immortal mountain for a hundred years!"

"None of them would dare!" Ji Wutian proudly glanced at Chong Shan and the others who were embarrassed, and said with a sneer, "Let alone a hundred years, even 50 years is impossible!"

"You have to think clearly, they can only help you for a while, they can't help you forever, so leaving me to negotiate with Chengjianmen is your best choice!"

"Fellow Daoist Mo, don't listen to his nonsense. We really can't do what he said, but with so many sects of ours, we can still do it if we take turns sitting in charge for ten years!" Xia Jin patted his chest and promised.

"Ten years? Hehe, if during these ten years, the Xuanjiao Demon Tribulation happened to happen, would you still dare to make such a guarantee?" Ji Wutian sneered: "You all know the current situation of Master Xunfeng, as long as there is a trace Chances are, he will definitely kill the Immortal Mountain, if there is no treasure of the same level as the Slayer Sword, what do you have to resist?"

Xia Jin stopped talking, because what Ji Wutian said was indeed the truth.

Xunfeng old ghost's way has been cut off, and now he is absolutely insane, as long as there is a chance to take revenge on Mo Changsheng, he will never let it go, but he is the second-ranked Yuanying Zhenjun in Chengjianmen, and he is completely capable He also has the strength to use the Devil Slayer Sword at any time. The fact is that there is no room for sophistry.

Seeing that Xia Jin was speechless, Ji Wutian was even more proud, looked up at Mo Changsheng, and said: "The first elder of Chengjianmen is my direct ancestor, only he can prevent Uncle Xunfeng from using it." Demon Killing Sword, you can only negotiate with my master if you keep me, otherwise, Xianming Mountain will definitely not escape Master Xunfeng's revenge."

Ji Wutian felt that his rhetoric would definitely be able to reverse the situation. Maybe Mo Changsheng would not kill him now, but would find a way to heal his injury. Thinking of this, Ji Wutian was proud No way, a smile couldn't help showing on his face.

However, Mo Changsheng's next actions completely froze Ji Wutian's smile.

From the beginning to the end, the expression on Mo Changsheng's face did not change, no matter what Ji Wutian or Xia Jin said, it did not affect his movements at all.

One array after another was taken out by Mo Changsheng, and he kept throwing it into the array pattern he had just drawn. When the last array was submerged in the unknown array, Mo Changsheng directly urged his true energy and activated it. Array.

Colorful streamers appeared out of thin air, forming three cloud beds, one large, two small, and then, Mo Changsheng shook his hands, turning into two huge palms, lifting Lu Mingzhu and Huang Cuiling, and placing them on the two smaller cloud beds. above the bed.

The largest cloud bed was right in the middle of the two small cloud beds, and everyone present had a premonition in their hearts.

Sure enough, Mo Changsheng's next actions confirmed their guess.

"What do you want to do? Let me down, let me down quickly!" Ji Wutian cried out in panic, but he couldn't change the fate of being put into the big cloud bed at all.

"Although I can't cure the two girls now, as long as I refine you alive and inject all the refined life essence into their bodies, they should still be able to save their lives for a hundred years!" Mo Changsheng's voice was very flat, but his words The meaning is so cold.

The lifespan of a Nascent Soul cultivator is 500 years. It is conceivable how huge the source of life of a Nascent Soul is.

"Alive?!" Ji Wutian was startled, even literally, he could guess what Mo Changsheng wanted to do next.

"Are you crazy?!" Ji Wutian screamed hysterically: "Aren't you afraid of revenge from Chengjianmen? They guys can't help you at all!"

"I'll wait." Mo Changsheng said flatly, "As for them."

Mo Changsheng looked at Zhongshan and the others: "How did I ever say that Xianming Mountain needs the protection of others?"

(End of this chapter)