Cultivation: I can reincarnate in the heavens

A few moments of effort.

The Lingxiao Sword had already flown nearly a thousand miles, and its escape speed was astonishing, not much worse than Yuanying Daojun's escape speed.

"I actually broke my arm to survive..."

"Song Dao is much more cruel than I imagined."

Xu Xing was secretly surprised when he saw this scene, and sincerely admired Song Dao, his old rival.

At a critical moment, he can make up his mind to give up his physical body and escape with Dao Dan.

This is something many monks cannot do.

Although after cultivating the Taoist elixir, the physical body is only the second life of the monk, but giving up the physical body is equivalent to giving up the further path...

Just a mediocre person.

For a genius like Song Dao, the consequences of abandoning his body are unimaginable.

"It seems I pushed too hard."

Xu Xing shook his head, jumped up, and came to Song Dao's body, looking at this godless shell. This shell of flesh is still alive.

Breathing and movement are not hindered, but the most critical soul is missing.

"You can try the Five Ghosts Heavenly Curse."

"Song Dao broke his arm to survive. I can't catch up with him just with my escape speed."

"You can only kill him with magic!"

Xu Xing glanced at the two talismans fighting in the air and ignored them. After collecting the formation flag and Song Dao's body, he quickly evacuated the battlefield.

Although Song Dao abandoned his body and ran away, he still left part of his spiritual consciousness in the Lingxiao Dao talisman. He used this talisman to cut off his queen and buy some time.

If Xu Xing withdraws the talisman he sacrificed, the Lingxiao sword talisman will directly attack Xu Xing's body without any hesitation. And Xu Xing's talismans are not lacking in this one. If it is discarded, it is discarded.

Furthermore, this giant sword talisman has been fighting and confronting each other with the Lingxiao sword talisman, and its spirituality has been greatly damaged. Even if it is recovered, it will be of no use.

Compared with the gain and loss of a talisman. Evacuate the battlefield. It's even more important.

Although this sea area is uninhabited, Song Dao is the leader of Feiyu Immortal Palace. Xu Xing forced him into a desperate situation, how could he not ask for help from the sect and ask the sect to send reinforcements.

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Lean less.

On the offshore island outside Wangchuan River, there is a temporarily opened cave. Xu Xing sat cross-legged on a futon.

In front of him, five drops of blood the size of a fist were suspended, and underneath the blood was a bloody puppet the size of a palm.

The puppet's appearance was exactly the same as his own, except that he had no clothes.

It looks a bit petite and exquisite.

And this blood is not a mortal thing. It was the five drops of natal blood essence he extracted from Song Dao's "corpse".

"I have informed the Baibao Pavilion through the token of the elder of my outer pavilion..."

"When Song Dao left, he took away his and the old man's bag..."

"This is clear evidence."

"However, this move can only be used as a back-up move, and you cannot place your hopes on the Baibao Pavilion, even though the old man Burying the Halberd has an extraordinary status in the Baibao Pavilion."

Xu Xing made a secret gesture and thought to himself.

Before he turned against Song Dao, he had already discarded Nanlu's bag on the road and did not dare to keep it on him for a long time.

The Netherquan Sect must have left a positioning formation on the body of an important person like Nanlu.

Just like the purple ribbon gold medal of Feiyu Immortal Palace.

Of course, he accepted some of the treasures in Nanlu's bag with a smile.

The Human Yuan Fruit is such a valuable treasure. It was worth the risk.

As for Old Man Burial Halberd, he is at the peak of Dao Dan in terms of cultivation, Song Dao is only at the third level of Dao Dan... Song Dao wants to break through the magic imprint of Old Man Burial Halberd's bag, and it won't be a matter of time.

In addition, before this, Song Dao had also fought a fierce battle, and his body's magic power and spiritual consciousness had weakened a lot. Walking with him as an "enemy", Song Dao would not waste his energy and rush to open the bag of the old man who buried the halberd. The mana imprint of the being.

After all, the identity of the old man who buried the halberd was not as sensitive as Nanlu.

The old man who buried the halberd was more like a casual cultivator.

Baibao Pavilion is the employer that hired the old man Burial Ji, and the relationship is not close.

After being killed. If the people don't repay it, the officials won't investigate it.

Therefore, according to Xu Xing's guess, Song Dao hadn't had time to throw away the old man's bag.

However, after being informed by Xu Xing, even if Baibao Pavilion no longer cares about the old man Burying Ji, he will give an explanation for the sake of the stability of the pavilion and hunt down Song Dao...

As for the people who were chasing the Song Dao, after seeing a Dao Lord-level Lingxiao Dao and the gift bags of two True Lords... it was not certain whether they were killing people and getting goods.

The treasure is so touching!

Even Dao Lord will be moved when faced with these treasures.

"Calculate every step."

"It depends on whether we can kill this opponent today." Xu Xing gritted his teeth.

As he finished speaking, an abnormal blush suddenly appeared on his face. He spit out a mouthful of golden blood and sprayed it on the bloody puppet.

In an instant, the bloody wooden idol seemed to be alive, with a fleshy body, like a baby, stretching its muscles and bones in mid-air.

"Five ghosts curse!"

"The first curse is to curse your essence and blood to flow backwards and bring you misfortune."

The bloody puppet was in the air, sitting cross-legged like a majestic treasure, its lips moving slightly.

A drop of Song Dao's blood in front of it was swallowed by it.

An ominous aura instantly erupted on it.

Five ghosts curse.

It is a special spell that Xu Xing obtained from the Xianzhi Sect in Emperor Jin's world.

The special point of this spell is that it can be cast without having to become a ghost or immortal. Just need a medium. Only then can you cast spells to kill people.

In this battle with Song Dao, Song Dao broke his arm to survive and abandoned his body to escape. The reason why Xu Xing did not pursue him was largely related to this spell.

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Forget the river and the sea.

Feiyu Immortal Palace governs the inner sea and the eastern sea area

Song Dao, who took advantage of the Lingxiao Sword to escape from the siege formation, gradually slowed down his escape speed after escaping for tens of thousands of miles.

Ten thousand miles is already a safe distance.

He abandoned his physical body to escape and relied on his blood to escape. The cost was not small.

If it continues like this. His Dao Dan may be on the verge of being broken.

"Xu Xing, I have recorded this grudge..."

On the blue sea, Lingxiao Dao slowed down, and Song Dao's soul came out of the Dao Pill with a sinister look on his face.

This time, although it was a one-touch move, fundamentally speaking, his background was not as profound as Xu Xing's.

If Xu Xing didn't have that much financial resources, he wouldn't be able to hire the old man Burying Ji, and he wouldn't have the backup plan left by Taoist Master Ju Sword... It is not certain who will win or lose.

He had calculated everything, but he had not calculated that Xu Xingli had lured Old Man Buried Halberd and asked Old Man Buried Halberd to go out and take the lead.

"No, this storage bag..."

"This storage bag has soul fluctuations, and someone is sensing it."

When Song Dao was about to find an island to take a break, he suddenly noticed something strange about the storage bag in his hand. "It's the storage bag of the old man who buried the halberd..." "Damn Xu Xing, and there is this back-up man."

Song Dao grabbed the storage bag, his face kept changing, and he didn't know how to make a decision.

The old man who buried the halberd was capable of being a Taoist master, he was not young, and his net worth was definitely high. This is why he took the risk and took away the bag.

"Taojun Jing'an from Qingsheng Island is coming soon, Baibao Pavilion...there is nothing to fear."

"The worst case is confusing right and wrong, and slandering the old man who buried the halberd. He took action brazenly just to covet my Lingxiao Sword." Song Dao thought about it and made up his mind. Wealth and wealth are found in danger.

Now that he has lost his body, he wants to rebuild his path and needs resources.

The treasures in the Taoist Burial Halberd's storage bag must never be discarded. Just do it. This matter cannot be delayed.

When the Taoist masters from both families arrive, even if he is right, it will be different whether the old man's bag... will be left to him.

deal.

He began to use the few remaining spiritual consciousness and mana to erase the mana mark in the old man's bag.

Although he dealt with the old man Burying Halberd very calmly, he relied on the inheritance of his superiors and various means.

However, when it comes to the mana imprint on the storage bag, at this time we can only look at the cultivation levels of the two parties.

The cultivation level of the old man who buried the halberd was two small realms higher than him.

Therefore, it is not easy for him to directly break through the magic imprint on the storage bag. You can only rely on hard grinding.

but----

Just half a quarter of an hour after he took action, an unknown aura enveloped his body, and his Dao Dan instantly withered a lot.

"The art of hating victory?"

When Song Dao saw this scene, he was instantly shocked.

The Technique of Weisheng, which means "wearing and winning", casts spells through curses.

It is more mysterious and unpredictable than ordinary conventional spells.

"My body was left on the battlefield, so Xu Xing used it to cast a spell..."

Song Dao frowned and began to withdraw the consciousness and magic power left in the old man's storage bag. He guarded his mind and resisted this ominous atmosphere.

Tao Dan, essence, energy and spirit are integrated into one.

Immortal monks also have Zifu and Huangting to protect Tao Dan. The victory-wearing technique is still effective for low-level monks, but for true monarchs and Tao monarchs, the effect is much worse.

However, in the previous battle, Song Dao abandoned his physical body and escaped with Dao Dan alone, so he had limited resistance to Xu Xing's Five Ghost Heavenly Curse.

"Barely resisted."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Dao took a look at the Dao Dan stored in the belly of the soul, and saw that it was dim and sluggish. A trace of pain flashed across his face, but deep down in his heart, he was also a little relieved.

He once again began to wear away the mana brand on Old Man Burial Halberd's bag.

There's still only half of it left, and the treasure in this storage bag will be his.

Don't give up halfway.

However.

next moment.

Another ominous aura enveloped him, never ending.

"No matter which technique you use, you will probably injure the enemy a thousand times and injure yourself eight hundred."

"I don't know where Xu Xing learned the victory-wearing technique...could it be possible to perform it without injury?"

"By the way, he has a scapegoat. Use the scapegoat to perform..." Song Dao frowned.

With his wisdom, he quickly guessed part of the truth.

"Don't worry. Although his victory aversion technique is harmful to me, it is not fatal."

Song Dao continued to guard his mind and used Dao Dan to resist Xu Xing's incantation.

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Half an hour later.

An uninvited guest came near the unnamed island where Song Dao was retreating. "Negotiating with the superior is the most troublesome. Zang Ji is dead and I have to come forward..."

"Feiyu Immortal Palace seems to be decent, but it is also slippery. This is not a good job."

The old Taoist king wearing a crane cloak was hurriedly walking like a turtle crawling, while lamenting again and again.

He is the monk stationed in Baibao Pavilion on Giant Mastiff Island, named Qianhe Taojun.

This time, Xu Xing notified Baibao Pavilion of the death of the old man who buried the halberd through the token of the outer cabinet elder. Baibao Pavilion held an emergency meeting and gave him full authority to handle the matter. Just one request.

Don't let the casual cultivators who join Baibao Pavilion feel cold. "That junior should leave."

Taojun Qianhe glanced at the cave on the nameless island and thought to himself.

With his Nascent Soul Taoist speed, if he unleashed all his strength, he should have arrived here in two quarters of an hour, but he was afraid of trouble, so he deliberately spent a lot of time on the road.

"That junior, you killed Zang Ji?"

"I urge you to leave the cave as soon as possible, accept your surrender in front of me, and go to Giant Mastiff Island to plead guilty."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Qianhe Daojun raised his voice and used his magic power to shout loudly. Once I saw with my own eyes the murderer who killed the old man. He can't stand it

Hands watched.

So this shout at this time was intended to remind Song Dao to run away quickly and don't let him run into him. Just as Qianhe Daojun expected.

Just as he finished his shouting. A ray of silver light rose into the sky from the nameless island, pierced the sky, and headed towards Qingsheng Island in the north.

"Junior is very wise. This Lingxiao Sword is a natal magic weapon at the Nascent Soul level. It's understandable that I can't catch up."

Taojun Qianhe saw the Song Dao Envoy's Lingxiao Dao and nodded slightly.

He flicked his sleeves, turned around and prepared to fly back, rushing to the Giant Mastiff Island to die. But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Not long after the Lingxiao Sword flew out, a young man in purple blocked the path of the Lingxiao Sword, stretched out his hand to hold the Lingxiao Sword, and flew toward him. "Chizuru..."

"You are so brave, you dare to hurt the leader of my immortal palace."

The purple-clothed monk had a frosty look on his face, and with Song Dao's spirit at his side, he shouted to Qianhe Daojun.

"Jing'an Daojun?"

"But what's the misunderstanding?"

Taojun Qianhe was a little surprised when he heard this. He glanced at the purple-clothed monk and then at the desperate Song Dao, seeming to realize something.

"I just happened to arrive here by chance. I came here... to hunt down the murderer of my elder, Baibao Pavilion."

He had no intention of getting involved in the internal fighting in Feiyu Immortal Palace, so he took a step back.

"Stop making excuses!"

"If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Senior Nephew Song would have been brutally killed by you."

Daojun Jing'an snorted coldly, got an inkstone in his hand, and threw it at Daojun Qianhe.

The inkstone suddenly became a thousand feet in size, like a huge mountain. Along the mountain, a series of legal prohibitions appeared with great momentum.

"Senior Nephew Song..."

"Stay here and don't move. Uncle Master will avenge this blood for you."

Taojun Jing'an took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it on Song Dao's soul.

This talisman turned into a diamond shield, protecting Song Dao's surroundings.

"Jing'an, I was just passing by and did not murder any of your Feiyu Immortal Palace disciples."

Seeing Taojun Jing'an's reluctance, Taojun Qianhe felt extremely resentful, but he still tried his best to persuade Jing'an Zhenjun to stop.

"His offensive?"

Suddenly, Taojun Qianhe saw Taojun Jing'an leading the aftermath of the battle between the two to the vicinity of Song Dao, and he instantly understood something.

Taojun Jing'an wants to kill Song Dao!

"Leave me in the water, don't even think about it!"

Taojun Qianhe instantly hurried to the vicinity of Song Dao, and then threw out a burst of magic power, breaking Taoist Jing'an's restraint on Song Dao.

Song Dao got out of trouble instantly.

"Do you have Old Man Burial Halberd's bag in your hand?"

"Hurry up and hand it over?"

Although Taojun Qianhe intended to let Song Dao escape, he did not want to get involved in the internal fighting among the sect.

But on the surface, it would definitely not be appropriate for him to rescue an enemy who killed the old man who buried the halberd.

So he changed his mind and threatened Song Dao with words.

However----

An unexpected ending came to him.

While he was threatening, Dao Lord Jing'an rushed to Song Dao's side and secretly shattered Song Dao's Dao Pill.

"You are so brave!"

"How dare you destroy the first Dao elixir in my Immortal Palace and ruin his life..." Daojun Jing'an was furious and directly poured dirty water on Daojun Qianhe without any hesitation.

"Okay, okay!"

"Jing'an, I remember it!"

Qianhe Daojun took a deep look at Jing'an Daojun, and without saying anything else, he flicked his sleeves and left the battlefield.

This place is located in the sea area under the rule of Feiyu Immortal Palace.

If he stays for a long time, no matter whether he is reasonable or unreasonable, he will not be able to eat and walk around.

Maybe, the Dao Lords of Feiyu Immortal Palace would just kill him and put the blame on him without any evidence.

"Senior Nephew Song..."

"Uncle Master is here late and it is Uncle Master's fault that you are so disabled."

Taojun Jing'an looked at Song Dao, who was about to die, with a sad look on his face.

If the Dao Pill is damaged, although the monk will not die immediately, his longevity will be close to the end.

To put it simply, Song Dao at this time was like an old man in his twilight years.

I won't be able to live well for a few days.

"I also ask my uncle to take my nephew back to the sect. I have a few words to explain to my wife and children. Don't worry, it's just some private matters."

Song Dao forced a smile.

When he entered the retreat here, he estimated that the Dao Lord from Qingsheng Island would arrive in less than a quarter of an hour. However, Taojun Jing'an arrived late. Three quarters of an hour too late.

It was after Daojun Qianhe appeared that Daojun Jing'an showed his figure.

If there was nothing fishy in this, he would never believe it.

Just now, his Dao Pill was damaged, although he didn't know who did it.

But he knew that this debt would be placed on Jing'an Daojun's head. But now that the matter has come to this, there is no point in pursuing it any further.

"Private matters..."

"Then Uncle Master will give you a ride." Zhenjun Jing'an nodded.

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Half a day later.

Feiyu Immortal Palace, the residence of the Hai family, one of the nine giant houses, is a separate courtyard.

I heard that Song Dao was about to die.

His wife Hai Shuzhu and her young son hurried over to see Song Dao at the end. "Husband..."

In the house, seeing Song Dao with only an illusory soul left, Hai Shuzhu burst into tears and choked up speechlessly.

Although she wanted to scold Song Dao, why didn't she listen to her uncle's divination and insist on going to the Sea of ​​Forgotten River, thus ending up in such a miserable situation.

But the words only circled around her throat before she swallowed them back into her stomach.

When a person is about to die, there is no need to criticize him harshly.

"Husband, what are your last words? Let's go to my great-uncle!"

Hai Shuzhu wiped the tears from her cheeks, raised her eyes and glanced at Taoist Jing'an who was meditating with his eyes closed, and then said.

All the great masters in Pan Palace basically belong to the master-disciple lineage.

He has always been at odds with the family lineage.

Although she didn't know that Song Dao's death was closely related to Daojun Jing'an, she knew that it was inconvenient for Song Dao to reveal his last words in front of Daojun Jing'an.

The spiritual consciousness of the lower level monks cannot avoid the higher level monks.

At this time, Song Dao and She were even weaker than Xianji monks.

"No need."

Song Dao shook his head. He stroked his wife's soft hair for a while, then hugged his five-year-old son, and sighed, "There is no need to avoid Master Jing'an for the last words I want to convey." After finishing his words.

He pondered for a while, took out the Lingxiao Sword, and handed it to his youngest son, "This Lingxiao Sword was passed down to me by your master. It is the natal magic weapon passed down from generation to generation in our Lingxiao lineage..."

"Today, as a father, I will hand over this magic weapon to you."

"It's just that... the origin of this sword has been consumed by my father, and it is no longer enough for you to rely on." Song Dao lamented. The Lingxiao lineage has been passed down for thousands of years.

Only when you grow to the level of Dao Lord can you truly inherit the lineage of Dao.

Back then, his master, Lord Lingxiao, discovered the origin of the Lingxiao Sword and made three talismans for him. The origin of Lingxiao Sword was greatly damaged.

If he becomes a Dao Lord, he can also make up for the origin of the Lingxiao Sword, just like his master. This sword is passed down as a legacy to future generations of disciples.

But now, he is just a pill master.

"My father has three major hatreds in my life. If you have the heart and strength, you can avenge me for my father."

"The first thing I hate is that Xu Xing cut off my father's dragon veins and cut off my father's first-grade Taoist elixir, and then he underestimated me and insulted me."

"The second hatred is the unfair sentence of the former sect director Yuan Rui. My father suffered an unjust injustice and was sent to the Black Fire Hell for fifty years. His time was wasted in vain."

"This third hatred is..."

Song Dao held the palm of his youngest son's hand and pursed his lips. When he talked about the third hatred, he still didn't say it.

There are words spoken.

It seems like a big change has occurred.

A trace of black aura entangled his soul.

He stepped back a few steps, approached the bed, leaned limply on the side of the bedrail, and looked up outside the room.

"turn out to be……"

"Even if he didn't meet Daojun Qianhe, Song would still have died." Song Dao looked gloomy.

He felt the ominous air coming again. And this time, it was more fierce and unpredictable than the previous four times.

Even if his Dao Pill has not been damaged, he will die after encountering this curse.

After a while, Song Dao's soul collapsed on the bed, slowly disintegrating, leaving only some unknown black gravel.

"father!"

The youngest son of Song Dao cried loudly, kneeling on the ground and wailing. The servants in the wing also looked more sad.

Although Song Zhenjun is a real king, he is not very arrogant at all. He is extremely kind and takes good care of them.

"Master Hai's nephew..."

"Uncle Master has resigned."

Daojun Jing'an who was meditating beside him opened his eyes, shook his head, stood up and said.

"This time, I would like to thank my uncle for rescuing my humble husband, and I will send you to my uncle..." Hai Shuzhu said politely. "No."

Daojun Jing'an waved his sleeves and disappeared into the Haijia residence without a trace.

"An'er, your father gave you the third last words, what did he write?"

After Daojun Jing'an left, Hai Shuzhu came to the young son who was kneeling on the ground and crying. He turned over the young son's palm and saw that there was nothing, and asked quickly.

She intuitively felt that Song Dao's third regret was not that Song Dao was about to die and could not express it, but that there was another deeper meaning.

"Mom, dad didn't write anything."

Song An was startled.

Although he is four years old, he is the heir born after Song Dao Dao Dan. He carries part of Song Dao's physique and is congenitally holy.

"What?"

"Nothing written?"

Hai Shuzhu frowned.

She walked around the room for a while, thinking about the messages in her mind.

"It turns out you killed my husband!"

"Jing'an Daojun!"

"My Hai family has recorded the revenge for killing my husband and will not let it go easily."

Hai Shuzhu said coldly.