Invincible little uncle

Chapter 308 19. Blood Demon

The two figures intertwined and fell heavily.

The white-haired sword god knelt down in humiliation, finally admitted his defeat, raised his face, his expression was still piety and pale because the sword shattered the void.

Was he always so vulnerable in front of this man?

Chang Chuuxue looked up at King Shenwu, whose face was clearly close at hand, but so far away.

She has never felt such a huge pressure on a person.

A sword shattered the void, and even gained inheritance, and stepped into the half-step imagery.

But what's the use of this?

Xia Guang stretched out his big hand gently, and looked at the white-haired sword god quietly.

Chang Chuuxue sighed softly, raised her hand to hold the extended hand, and then was pulled up, standing very close to King Shenwu, she was a little inexplicably moved for a while.

Gujing Wubo's state of mind moved slightly, and the sword god melted like an iceberg, so he hurriedly took half a step back, "I lost, the Seven Mountain League of Sword Dao will offer all the inheritance, and then go to the capital to carry out what you designed For the record."

Xia Guang smiled and said, "I didn't design it."

The Sword God shot him a gouged look: "Ghosts will believe it."

After some fighting, the ice-cold Sword God warmed up, but she seemed to feel that something was wrong, so she returned to her icy face, raised her long sword upside down, and turned to leave.

"Hey"

A man's magnetic voice came from behind.

Chang Chuixue stamped his feet and turned around: "King Shenwu, what else is there?"

Xia Guang smiled: "When will I call Shang Lin Can, come to the capital again, I will treat you to a drink."

The sword god shook his head: "Lin Can has already shattered the void and headed to the upper realm. In a few days, I will also ascend."

Xia Guang asked, "What's so good about being a fairy?"

Chang Chuixue looked at this mortal prince strangely, although his strength was not like that of a mortal at all, "Water flows to low places, people go to high places, and the pursuit of the ultimate power, shouldn't it be soaring."

Xia Guang asked again: "Even if your strength has reached its peak, what can you do?"

He was very curious about this question.

Because only this question, he has no answer.

He didn't know what the point was.

I don't know why mortals, all existences, want to climb desperately to the height where they are, but even if they climb to eternity, they still can't see their own shadow.

But even if you have reached your own height, what's the point?

So, he looked at the former little sword fairy, now the sword god, waiting for an answer.

But Chang Chuuxue didn't answer him, but just gave him a strange look, "You are such a weirdo, I really don't know how you can be so powerful without longing to become stronger."

Xia Guang sighed softly: "I have a small dream, which is to become an ordinary person, to live a simple life, not to enter reincarnation after death, to fly away, and not to be reborn again."

Unfortunately, I can't do it.

The sword god "puchi" laughed, gouged out his eyes and said, "I still have a little dream, that is... I won't tell you."

The white-clothed fairy who melted for the second time made a sword formula and fled away under the watchful eyes of the soldiers.

A soldier on duty said with emotion: "It's amazing. I can't walk on the ground. If I can fly, then I can sell the horse directly. The silver is enough to beg my wife."

"Look at your virtue, no matter how powerful this sword god is, he is not as powerful as a lord. Your lord is really a god who blocks and kills gods, and a Buddha blocks and kills Buddha."

At this moment, an old woman with a smile said: "None of you can see that the sword god is interested in your lord?"

"Interesting? What's the point?"

"Damn it, they're all a bunch of little bastards who haven't eaten meat before."

The old lady looked at the fairy flying away in mid-air, and then at the general who turned around and dragged Fang Tian's painted halberd.

Which dignitary in this day and age doesn't have three wives and four concubines. Although the emperor's harem doesn't have three thousand beauties, there are quite a few. Your lord is the number one king of martial arts in the world, shouldn't you find another woman to be with you?
The news of Sword God's defeat quickly spread to the distant Qingya Bailu Mountain, and the Daoist Daomen's face was solemn.

Master Bailu looked at the sword god who was leading the team and was about to leave overnight, and couldn't help asking, "How many tricks did he use to defeat you?"

Chang Chuixue said: "When I pierced the void, he made the void close the white deer with a flip of his hand. You can't beat him, so surrender."

"How can the sword god be more majestic than others?"

Another chubby Taoist came out with a stern look on his face, "I taught Zhonghuo Zhongzi Daoist's kung fu method, and I have already gone to the palace with the wind, and I am afraid that I have already persuaded the emperor and ensured the orthodoxy.

As long as he returns with the imperial decree in hand, the thirty thousand cavalry will retreat, and the King of Divine Martial Arts will not be able to do anything since his master is unknown. "

Chang Chuuxue recalled the man's appearance, frowned and said, "Isn't it embarrassing for you to do this? You can't win head-on, and you just use this little trick?"

The real person sneered and said: "Sword God's words are wrong, why is it distasteful? A group of mortal forces, I think highly of him when I go to Daomen, if it is different from ordinary times, I still need the emperor to come to my mountain to pay respects."

Chang Chuixue looked at the immortal who had descended from the upper world in front of him, and felt a little confused.

King Shenwu's sentence "What's so good about being a fairy" couldn't help but recall in her mind.

Seeing this person's words and deeds at this time, I feel that I have gone to the upper realm, but I just started from the beginning in a different place, climbing up from the bottom, and it is also a conspiracy.

For a moment, her soaring heart suddenly became a little weak.

Daoist Bailu waved his long sleeves, "Sword God, why don't you stay for two more days, the old Taoist has already made up his mind, then I will gamble with the King of Divine Martial Arts, if he wins, my Taoist sect will admit defeat, so there will be no If you are involved, please rest assured."

Chang Chuuxue thought for a while, then stopped, and ordered the accompanying elite disciples, as well as the future pillars of the Seven Mountain League of Sword Dao, to go back to the house for now, and then leave when things are done here.

One is to allow the disciples to increase their experience.

Secondly, she was thinking that either she would wait until King Shenwu won the battle, and then she would follow him back to Chang'an. Anyway, he said that he would buy her a drink, so it wasn't considered a shameless follow-up.

Seeing the sword god in white taking the disciples of the Sword Sect back to the small house in the mountain, Master Bailu and the chubby Taoist glanced at each other, both showing serious expressions.

The chubby Taoist said: "Master Bailu, are you really going to fight? You know that Yun Xiaozi will never return. The power of this King of Martial Arts has far exceeded our estimate. I suspect that he is possessed by a devil."

Bailu shook his head: "More than ten years ago, all the devils were blown up into a blood mist, so possession is impossible unless the boundary between the devil's land and the human world is penetrated.

But this world's god and martial king, I really think it's weird. "

The slightly fat Taoist said: "Really Bailu is really going to surrender and offer up my Taoist inheritance? In this way, what will be the face of my immortal? If I return to the upper realm, won't I be laughed at by others? My Jiufeng Taoist sect will never in this way!"

Bailu said helplessly: "Then how do you treat it?"

A cold light flashed in the fat Taoist's eyes: "Could it be that the real person has forgotten the one who was still imprisoned in the mezzanine space of the back mountain at this time. We only need to lure the Shenwu King to go over and let them bite the dog.

Even if King Shenwu can get out of it by luck, we just need to set up a killing array outside the mezzanine space. His mere mortal body will not wear Lu Jin at the end of his strength.

What's more, he shouldn't be able to get out! "

that one! !

A blood-red figure suddenly flashed in the mind of Master Bailu.

Ordinary people only know the demons in the heart, and only think that the heart of the Tao is not strong, so they can let the demons take root and sprout.

But I don't know the power of the magic thought.

The person in the mezzanine space was originally the strongest Taoist priest in the lower realm this time, the Daoist Changqing, but he was planted with a demon seed by someone, and entered a state of madness. He walked in blood and was extremely terrifying. He was called a blood demon.

This is the fairy heart becomes a demon, and the strength increases sharply.

Later, it was several real image realm experts from the upper realm who subdued him and imprisoned him in the mezzanine space. That space has a one-way entrance, and he can only enter but not exit.

At that time, if the King of Divine Martial Arts is introduced into the mezzanine space, let him fight with the demonized Changqing real person, it doesn't matter who wins or loses, because as long as he enters, he will not be able to come out again.

"Reverend Bailu, have you thought about it yet?"

The chubby Taoist quietly looked at the real person.

The latter hesitated for a while, although he felt that the matter was not fair enough, this Nine Peaks Taoist sect is worthy of being a conspirator, and there are many ghost ideas.This is the case regardless of this person or the fire neutron.

But Master Bailu finally made up his mind, and nodded emphatically: "It's about the honor of the Daoist sect, and I'm not sure of defeating him, so I can only do this."

Turning my head again, the sky is already bright, and there are fireworks curling up in the distance. I think it is [-] cavalry cooking, and the army is about to start. It is about noon, and it is time for the curtain to rise.

(End of this chapter)