Drunk Immortal Gourd

Taoist Songhe no longer paid attention to Hong Shenghe. He was just a lackey. What could he argue with him? Taoist Songhe turned his head and looked at Hu Xiaobei, saying, "You are Hu Xiaobei, the son of Hu Zhenheng, right? It is true that a tiger father has a dog son. Back then, I went to the secret treasure hunt with Monk Kongji and your five uncles. We almost died. After we came out, the immortal master only rewarded us with a knocking immortal order. I didn't expect that it would be yours in the end." Hearing Taoist Songhe mention the old things, Hu Xiaobei snorted coldly and said, "Taoist Songhe, it is precisely because of this friendship more than 20 years ago that I took the initiative to talk to you so much nonsense. Don't think that I will let you go if you mention these things." Taoist Songhe smiled and shook his head, saying, "I dare not hope that you will let me go. I said this to give you a reminder. Remember more than 20 years ago, the Tiger Gang suddenly rose and pacified Kaiyuan Prefecture in a very short time. Later, he wanted to expand to Xiping Prefecture, but something unexpected happened. The brothers of the Hu family died or were injured, and the Tiger Gang fell into decline. It can be seen that it was God's will. You are going against God like this, and I am afraid you will not have a good end. "

Hearing the words of the Taoist Songhe, Hu Xiaobei was immediately furious and said, "How dare you curse me?"

Hong Shenghe next to him also stepped forward and shouted, "Taoist Songhe, do you want to die? Those martial artists outside call you an old immortal, do you think you are really an immortal? In the eyes of us cultivators, martial artists like you are nothing at all, and it is effortless to deal with you. "

Taoist Songhe was not intimidated by Hong Shenghe's momentum. He laughed twice and said, "Really? In this case, why bother talking so much?"

"You..." Hong Shenghe's momentum suddenly stagnated.

Seeing that Taoist Songhe refused to respond, Hu Xiaobei also lost his patience. As a cultivator, he always regarded ordinary people as ants. He tried to persuade him with kind words, but the other party kept making excuses. He was really shameless. Since soft words didn't work, he would use hard words. Hu Xiaobei's expression suddenly changed, and he released his aura in his prime, and walked towards Taoist Songhe step by step with boundless pressure. Although Hu Xiaobei was only a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, his aura was fully released, and ordinary warriors could not resist it, especially since Hu Xiaobei was only targeting one person. At first, Taoist Songhe could still act as if nothing had happened, but soon he couldn't bear it anymore. He straightened his body slightly while sitting on the chair, and his expression became solemn. The boundless pressure was all applied, and Taoist Songhe felt like he was carrying a mountain on his body, which was extremely heavy. This pressure was everywhere, and it was almost suffocating. More than 20 years ago, before entering the secret place, Taoist Songhe had also seen the aura released by the foundation-building immortal master Xiying. He felt that his strength had improved a lot over the years, and Hu Xiaobei was obviously far inferior to that immortal master Xiying. With his own strength, he should be able to give it a try.

Now he realized that warriors still cannot compare with immortal cultivators. The reason why he had the illusion that he could give it a try was either because the immortal master Xiying showed mercy at the beginning, or because he had not met an opponent in these years and his heart was a little inflated.

After all, Hu Xiaobei was only a cultivator in the middle stage of Qi Refining, and the aura released was just a deterrent means, not a real attack. Although Taoist Songhe was under great pressure, he was still able to barely support it, but it was more difficult. Gradually, Taoist Songhe's forehead was sweating and his body was shaking.

Hu Xiaobei came to the Taoist Songhe step by step, his eyes emitting a fascinating light, staring at him and saying: "Taoist Songhe, do you surrender or not?"

Taoist Songhe raised his head with difficulty, smiled at the other party but did not speak, but from his eyes, it can be seen that Taoist Songhe had no intention of surrendering.

Xuanzhu saw that Taoist Songhe was struggling to deal with it, and could not help but whispered: "Taoist Songhe, why not surrender to them? Didn't you also say yesterday that if things can't be done, you can only obey. They are all immortals, and we mortals can't resist them."

The news that Hu Xiaobei was coming to pay homage to the mountain had spread a long time ago, and Taoist Songhe and his friends also found out Hu Xiaobei's background as an immortal, so they discussed it yesterday. If they really couldn't fight, they would temporarily obey the other party. Unexpectedly, when the time came, Taoist Songhe changed his mind.

Hearing Xuanzhu's words, Taoist Songhe smiled with difficulty and said, "Do you know why I changed my mind? Because I have a hunch that the little bastard will come back to see me. I am his master and I can't embarrass him at this time, so I can only hold on to the end."

Hearing that Qingyang was coming back, Xuanzhu was happy at first, and then said, "Master Songhe, are you saying that Qingyang is coming back? Qingyang is also an immortal master. He must have a way to come back, but we don't know when he will come back. What if the Tiger Gang starts a killing spree, we are not opponents..."

Xuanzhu wanted to say something else, but Hu Xiaobei couldn't wait any longer and shouted at the two of them, "I have done my best for you. Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being rude. Hong Shenghe, kill them for me."

Hong Shenghe was impatient to wait. Seeing that his master had issued an order, he flashed and prepared to take the life of Taoist Songhe. At this moment, Taoist Song He suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance and murmured: "He's back, he's back, I'm completely relieved."

"What? What did you say?" Hong Shenghe said angrily.

Old Taoist Songhe smiled and did not speak any more. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes. Then his body stiffened and he sat on the chair and never moved again. At this time, I was looking at Songhe Laodao. There was no life left in his body. He had obviously become an immortal and passed away.

Xuanzhu didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a while, and then seemed to remember something. Then he clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Songhe Lao Dao, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. The other monks seemed to understand what was happening, so they started chanting after Xuan Zhu. The sound of Sanskrit resounded all around, and there was suddenly a sense of solemnity in the entire hall.

In fact, this is not a surprise. Old Taoist Songhe is past the twilight years of Bai Fengzhu, and he has long been half buried in the ground. His survival to this day depends entirely on the blood lotus root that Qingyang sent back last time.

In recent years, Songhe Lao Dao has been exhausted and is just hanging on. Even if today's incident had not happened, there would have been only a few days to live. However, Hu Xiaobei's momentum and pressure only brought this result forward. Just a few days. Old Taoist Songhe had already expected this and had explained it to Xuanzhu and others, so no one was too surprised.