Who wouldn’t make money now that they’ve all ascended?

Chapter 245: The hatred of the father and the hatred of the emperor
"father!!!"

Wang Henshui supported his shaky father, his eyes blurred, "How is it possible, how could you hurt him...?"

The young general covered the bloody hole in the general's chest, but found that the blood was thin and pale in color, trickling out from between his fingers like water, and he could not stop it at all.

"Haha, the road to immortality is not as simple as you think. Since we are all monks, if I don't act faster, am I waiting for him to kill me?"

There are intrigues and constant disputes among fellow sect members. This evil cultivator, who has so many lives in his hands, is not going to be killed and kept to celebrate the New Year?

"How...how, how, how could it be so fast?" Wang Minglang was still struggling with why he was attacked without any notice.

His complexion was different from the pale color of a normal person after blood loss. Instead, it was dark and dull.

Jiang Su looked at him indifferently and said calmly, "Because my cultivation level is higher than yours."

"I would like to give you a kind word, there is a big difference between monks. You are in the early stage of foundation building, haha, you are just one of the stepping stones on the road to immortality. Even if you are a general with a high official rank and hundreds of thousands of men under your command, You are so powerful that even the emperor is afraid of you."

"It's no use!"

"So what if you are a mortal?"

"You're still too young."

"Squeak-"

Jiang Su's eyes were not sarcastic, as if he was simply describing something that would take a long time to complete.

"Haha, cultivate your yin virtues well. In your next life, you will be blessed with immortality. Open your spiritual orifice to draw Qi into your body. Then you can ascend to the upper world and come to me to avenge your father's murder."

Jiang Su turned around, looked at him calmly, hooked his fingers, and the long knife in Wang Hen's sailor was taken away, flew towards her uncontrollably, and finally fell into her hand.

So what about the immortals!
He suddenly let go of his father in his arms, picked up the general's long sword that had already fallen to the ground, and when Jiang Su turned to leave, he slashed forward with overwhelming force and hatred, shouting angrily,
"Don't leave! So what if you are an immortal!"

"yes……"

Jiang Su said calmly, "You are a mortal."

Cervical vertebrae shattered.

"So what if I'm a mortal?! You hurt my father!"

Jiang Su did not turn around.

"You are not worthy of letting me draw my sword now."

No!

Wang Henshui's eyes were red, knowing that his father was about to die as he was now, and he saw the enemy who killed his father here, but because she was an immortal, he could do nothing.

The woman in green passed him and walked to Wang Minglang on the ground again. In front of the young general, she swung her long knife and cut off the murderous general's neck.

"You hurt my dad!"

She was so calm as water, which made Wang Henshui freeze in place.

Wang Henshui gritted his teeth, and all his calmness turned into anger after seeing his father's dying state, burning away his respect for the immortal king as a mortal.

A young girl in her prime mockingly mocks a middle-aged man with stubble, calling him tender is no different from stepping on his face.

The long knife struck an inch above the woman's head and could not fall further.

Jiang Su bent down and grabbed Wang Minglang's hair, lifting his head.

She waved her hand lightly, and the middle-aged man's dull face rushed towards the young general not far away.

Binocular confinement.

No more words.

Jiang Su stepped on his black and heavy sword, flew into the sky, and disappeared without a trace.

……

Wang Henshui looked stupidly at his father's headless body on the ground and slowly walked forward.

The cut section of the corpse's severed head was flowing with almost transparent "blood". The water was accumulated in the small pits on the stone slab, and shone in the sunlight.

It was all too sudden. He lost his father.

Even though he held a high position and was unparalleled on the battlefield, he was still in harmony with his mother after returning home and loved his father extremely...

There is no more in the world.

The mortal god of death died at the hands of an immortal.

On an ordinary afternoon, the young general fully understood what it meant to be different from immortals to mortals. The price was - losing the reliance he had relied on since childhood.

……

Jiang Su carried the head and went straight to the Thirteen Cities in the Northern Territory.

It's extremely cold above the clouds, and the wind blowing by my ears is always a bit more noisy and biting.

Buzzing.

"Hey, stop pretending."

She pulled Wang Minglang's hair and used his head as a pendulum to hit her heavy knife in disgust.

"Tell me, what do you mean?" Jiang Su said.

The originally dull face suddenly faded until a normal and bright skin color appeared.

Wang Minglang's head stood obediently on the heavy sword, and he looked at Jiang Su with open eyes, "Thank you, Immortal Lord."

"Don't worry, what's going on? You can communicate in secret, which means you don't have a complete understanding of the world of cultivation. Why do you ask me to accompany you in this drama?"

Just now Jiang Su got the gold and already wanted to leave. She had no intention of killing Wang Minglang. Does the hatred of evil have anything to do with her being a fairy who comes to work?

She wants to solve the problem of too many deaths recently, not three years ago. That is not within the scope of her work.

However, at a certain moment, she suddenly heard this person's secret voice.

Wang Minglang said that he was willing to spend a million taels of gold to ask Jiang Su to accompany him in a play.

The content of the play is - to kill me in front of my son.

Jiang Su said: It’s interesting and rich.

She thinks that her acting skills are very good, and she is more than enough to be an Oscar winner in the world of cultivation.

Wang Minglang sighed, his eyes full of tiredness, "Oh, it's time for me to go. As long as I stay in Yuzhou City for one day, the two of them will suffer for one more day."

"Immortal Lord, this mortal world is much harder than the world of cultivation. Lords and ministers, fathers and sons, neighbors, relatives, friends, money, life and power are all not easy things."

Jiang Suneng could guess the reason for his pain.

It's nothing more than those things that people have paid too much attention to in history: a big tree attracts the wind, a great achievement will overwhelm the master, a cunning rabbit will die, and a lackey will be cooked.

"Whether you killed those hundreds of thousands of people or not, people will eventually say that you did it." She affirmed.

The head on the heavy sword nodded obediently, "That's right. If you want me to die, I have to die. Fortunately, you, the Immortal Lord, are passing by at this time. Otherwise, I'm afraid in a few days, hundreds of thousands of lives will really have to be borrowed that day." For this reason, I will sacrifice my family to heaven.”

Wang Mingliang does have the opportunity to kill hundreds of thousands of people on the battlefield, but he won't do it just because he is a general.

When in a battlefield is a general going to fight with his sword? So what do the soldiers below do?
"Back then, during the battle with the Thirteen Cities of the Northern Territory three years ago, the young emperor who had just ascended the throne personally disguised himself, hid it from everyone, and appeared in my camp. He told me that when the war started, he wanted to see The majestic style of killing the enemy alone."

"I thought I had opened a spiritual aperture, and the spiritual power entering my body was different from that of ordinary soldiers, so I rushed into the barbarian soldiers with the sound of war drums and the idea of ​​​​showing my loyalty to the emperor."

"That day, I was red-blooded, and the determination of the bloodthirsty sword ran through my body a full 13,700 times."

"I also sold my blood 13,700 times."

"At sunset, the cold wind blows into my throat, and the lingering blood makes me smell like blood."

"At that moment, I woke up and realized that this was a battlefield for me alone. I stood in the mountains of corpses and sea of ​​blood, looking back at the old mountains and rivers. My fellow soldiers were all standing quietly in front of the tent. Look at me."

"The young emperor sat on the horse, waved his whip, and turned back to Yuzhou City without saying a word."

"Since then, I have become a god of death. A...god chosen by the emperor."