I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 130: Jin Chan became the wise teacher of universal salvation?
The ten-inch thick flesh pillar pierced through the golden cicada.

The frantic Li Tai seemed to have not yet calmed down, and immediately picked up the golden cicada and lifted it into the red cloud above the Daming Palace.

It was torn right in half.

"grown ups!"

"Golden Chan!"

The An Ziying and Li Yingtai watched as the golden cicada, which was split into two, fell from the sky into the city of Chang'an.

exclaimed at the same time.

"kill!"

Instead of becoming leaderless because of Jin Chan's "death", the members of the An Zi Camp were filled with anger and grief.

The Black Water Dragon of the Qin Dynasty made them fearless, and the weapons in their hands became able to break metal and stone.

The Qianniu Guards, who originally still had the strength to fight, were instantly defeated.

"Sister, that bastard is dead. Can you promise me now?"

I don’t know if it was the influence of these five “Five Qis Converging to the Origin” flesh pillars, but Li Tai’s face kept twitching, like an old man in his seventies or eighties who had lost his ability to move, and saliva kept flowing from the corners of his mouth.

At this moment, Li Yingtai didn't want to answer him at all.

She pointed the Zhuyun Tang sword in her hand toward the sky and commanded the people in the Anzi Camp to kill Li Tai together with her in an orderly manner.

The golden phoenix on the sword blade kept spinning around his body.

this moment.

This was the first time in history that the Golden Phoenix of the Tang Dynasty and the Black Water Dragon of the Qin Dynasty joined hands to meet the enemy.

the other side.

The upper and lower halves of the golden cicada's body fell into a pile of corpses with their spleens removed in Chang'an City.

Here, about 200,000 people had already died.

The mountains of corpses on the ground were as terrifying as the mass graves.

The entire land was covered with red, sticky plasma, as if a sea of ​​blood had risen.

Not only disgusting but also smells fishy.

“Is this the Master of Purdue?”

Because this morning, the news that Jin Chan pretended to be Master Pu Du and entered the Daming Palace had already spread widely.

As a result, everyone in Chang'an knew that Master Pu Du had come to the Tang Dynasty in person to teach and answer the questions of the King of Tang.

"It's the wise master who has come to save us! It's the wise master who has come to save us!"

Someone suddenly shouted.

And then there was a roar like a tsunami.

All the people who were still alive seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope. They immediately knelt down in a pool of blood, knocking their heads with a bang, and kept shouting: "Master Pudu, save all living beings, save the suffering, and be merciful."

Even if the spleens of the people around them were dug out one by one, they still knelt for a long time without getting up.

All hopes of survival were placed on Master Pudu.

"Heh, a little brat who loves his sister."

The golden cicada, which had grown half of its body back, stood on the high pile of corpses.

He muttered to himself while twisting his neck to take off the damaged thousand-man skin.

The people below were a little surprised when they saw that the Master Pu Du wearing the Guanyin cape was actually a man, but they did not dare to question him.

at the same time.

Among the rotten arms that emerged from the ground, one of them was so blind as to reach into the cicada's belly.

However, a slight scratch from the fish's belly chopped the rotten but hard hand into several sections.

"Master, Master has come to save us!"

The devout believers shouted continuously.

But on the contrary, the guards on the side drew their bows and shot arrows at the golden cicada.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh
Hundreds of silver arrows fell like raindrops.

However, before the arrows got close, the Qingtan on the ground stretched out a thick tentacle to help Jinchan block the intensive attack. It seemed that ordinary weapons did not work against Jinchan.

These guards from the Lantian camp tore off their flesh and skin, and turned into ugly-looking mandrills with long mouths and sharp teeth, just like the ones they met on the plateau a few days ago.

"really!"

When passing by Lantian Camp yesterday, Jin Chan felt something was wrong.

However, these mandrills are no match for the golden cicada, and even the wronged souls in their bodies can nourish the qingtan.

"Go ahead, it's your turn!"

Jin Chan let out a light chuckle and at the same time, he slammed the sword in the fish's belly towards Qingtan.

Hearing the crisp collision sounds, Qingtan seemed to have sensed the order, and waved his tentacles to string these mandrills together like candied haws.

Just like before, after the mandrill's stomach was ripped open, some wronged souls would crawl out.

However, these wronged souls did not gain freedom for long. Their fate was without exception to be absorbed by the Qingtan and then fed back to the Golden Cicada.

In just a few seconds, all the guards who turned into mandrills were wiped out.

The people who regained their freedom seemed to have fallen into madness. They ran around desperately, trying their best to stay away from this horrible slaughterhouse.

From time to time, screams and shouts of fear were heard from the crowd, and people were pushing and shoving each other, fearing that something unexpected would happen if they fell behind.

Each of them had only one thought in their mind, which was to escape from here as quickly as possible and stay away from this bloody nightmare.

"I must paint the picture of the virtuous master and hang it in every temple in the Tang Dynasty so that everyone can admire the true appearance of the virtuous master."

Looking at the golden cicada's back as it walked farther and farther away until it disappeared.

Among the survivors was a painter named Wu Daozi, who imprinted the image of the golden cicada deeply in his mind.

After returning home, Wu Daozi stayed indoors and devoted himself to painting, painting day and night as if he was tireless.

He didn't put down his brush until he finished the 500th portrait of Jin Chan wearing the Guanyin cape.

A few days later.

These five hundred portraits of the golden cicada quickly became popular once they were released, and soon spread throughout the streets and alleys of Chang'an.

Various imitations and copies are emerging in an endless stream.

In less than a few months, these paintings had spread to the other six countries in the Central Plains and caused a sensation.

At the same time, Wu Daozi also became famous and was praised by the world as the "Painting Saint" of Central Plains.

Even after a few months.

His paintings became increasingly popular, to the point where even princes and nobles would have difficulty obtaining a painting of a golden cicada by Wu Daozi himself, even if they spent a fortune.

The other side at this time.

Because of Li Tai's mutation.

The Daming Palace had already been in chaos.

Jin Chan returned to the square of the main hall with almost no effort.

"The master is not dead after all!"

The people in the Anzi Camp were overjoyed.

They thought that Jin Chan also survived by relying on the "magic medicine" of Master Pudu.

"Jin Chan, hurry up! Stop these abominable demons for me. I will deal with Li Tai myself!"

Li Yingtai stepped forward alone, intending to personally end this ridiculous dispute.

However, what she did not expect was that the fifteen Taoists suddenly appeared like ghosts and blocked her way forward.

However, this group of people did not kill Li Yingtai, but relied on strange Taoist methods to deal with him and delay time.

"How can you still be alive?"

Seeing that Jin Chan was still alive, Li Tai was undoubtedly the angriest person here.

　Chapter 126 and 128 were quietly deleted by the backstage, and now they have been changed back. (Words like "sister", "marry", and "open your heart" have all been deleted)

　　In Chapter 126, the word “嫁” is not written here, please understand the meaning.

　　I am truly sorry to those readers who found the reading process difficult.

　　
　
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