Immortal Road

Gui Ling's heart was like a drop of blood. This blood pool had cost him many years of hard work, but now it was all destroyed by Shi Chuan.

For Gui Ling, this was an irreparable loss, and it also made Gui Ling lose the support for cultivation from then on. .

Anger, regret, despair... rolled in Gui Ling's heart.

"Fellow Daoist Shi, don't be so ruthless. I did have some disrespectful thoughts about you just now, but I didn't do it." Gui Ling's words were filled with some pleading.

Shi Chuan smiled coldly and said, "If I let you set up this formation, would I still have a chance to speak? Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!"

"You..." Gui Ling was a little furious, and he also understood in his heart that Shi Chuan had already known when the formation was set up just now, and was just waiting for this last opportunity.

"Could it be that you have already obtained the inheritance?" Gui Ling suddenly said in shock.

Shi Chuan did not answer this question. Shi Chuan vaguely felt that the appearance of Gui Ling and the mining pick treasure was not accidental, especially the mining pick treasure, which played a very critical role.

Ishikawa was also secretly glad that he did not let Guiling get the pickaxe treasure, otherwise it would not be so easy today.

Ishikawa is now focusing on the blood soul bead. The blood soul bead swallowed a lot of plasma, almost swallowed the entire blood pool, but the body shape did not change, but the color became extremely enchanting.

Moreover, this blood soul bead is not under Ishikawa's control at all. No matter what method Ishikawa uses, it is difficult to control it.

Guiling began to beg. But Ishikawa simply ignored it.

For such a vicious and cruel ancient cultivator like Guiling. Ishikawa will never give him any chance to live.

When Ishikawa was in the Qi training period, he had seen the means of Guiling. The cultivators of dozens of sects in Nanliang State died because of this person. Wulingmen was destroyed because of this person, and Qi Laozu also died at the hands of Guiling.

It was this person who made Ishikawa leave his hometown and go to Huolie State, separating from Qingchuan.

For such a person, he is not even a monster. Ishikawa would never tolerate a monster that used the blood of human monks to practice evil methods, and would never allow him to exist in this world.

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Half an hour later. The blood plasma in the blood pool was finally completely swallowed by the blood soul bead.

The ghost wailed in pain, and soon, the black clothes on his body fell off, leaving a skeleton-like humanoid monster that looked like no human, and the whole body was blood red.

However, as time went by, the blood red color on his body began to slowly fade.

Gradually, the ghost's voice became smaller, and finally it was a thin thread. It was inaudible.

After a while, the ghost seemed to have no vitality.

Ishikawa secretly relaxed in his heart, retracted the seal of his consciousness, and the blood plasma of the entire blood-colored formation began to flow back, from all directions, into the blood pool, and then through the blood pool, and finally became a part of the blood soul bead.

When these plasmas passed by the ghost, the ghost would desperately try to intercept some, but it was of no avail.

The Blood Soul Bead began to tremble slightly.

Ishikawa's consciousness suddenly moved slightly, as if something was calling Ishikawa, over and over again. The kind call was like something precious in Ishikawa's heart.

It made Ishikawa unable to let go.

This thing became closer and closer, causing Ishikawa's heart to fluctuate constantly.

At this moment, the ghost spirit was completely desperate. He no longer believed that any miracle had happened. From his consciousness that was closely connected with the formation, he knew that the entire formation began to slowly wither due to the reverse flow of plasma. Not long after, this formation would be completely destroyed.

Even if the ghost spirit survived, it would not be able to rearrange such a huge formation.

When the last drop of plasma was swallowed by the Blood Soul Bead, a shocking sound suddenly came from Qingyunmen. A huge pit appeared above the Qingyunmen Square, and the pagoda fell directly into it. At a glance, there was no end in sight.

All the Qingyun Sect monks were startled by the sound, and a few brave ones secretly looked at what was happening in the square.

They saw with their own eyes that Ishikawa actually killed the ghost.

Whether it was Ishikawa killing the ghost or the strangeness of the ghost's body, these monks were stunned, and at the same time, their fear of Ishikawa increased.

Ishikawa's cultivation was far beyond their imagination.

The ghost's body was still shrinking, shrinking little by little, and finally only an empty skin was left.

With a "bang!", the remaining flesh of the ghost exploded, turned into dust, and disappeared without a trace.

Where the ghost disappeared, a blood-red bead appeared, which was somewhat similar to the blood soul bead, but the blood soul power in it was much thinner.

Before Ishikawa could react, the blood soul bead instantly collapsed and turned into countless blood mists, which were completely swallowed up by Ishikawa's blood soul bead.

The ghost had already disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

This surprised Ishikawa. He had never thought that this battle would be so easy, and he had no chance to fight. Perhaps this blood soul bead was really extraordinary.

Ishikawa looked at the blood soul bead floating in the air and pondered in his heart. The power of this blood soul bead was far beyond Ishikawa's imagination, and more importantly, this blood soul bead could not be used by Ishikawa at all.

And Ishikawa could not drive it out.

In the blink of an eye, the blood beads began to spin crazily, and streams of blood flowed, seeming to completely envelop Ishikawa.

Ishikawa stared coldly, becoming more and more curious and uneasy about this blood bead.

At the same time, not far from the mountain behind Qingyun Gate, there was a deep valley covered in fog.

A strange light also appeared.

A charming woman with a soft face stared blankly at the blood-red appearance in front of her eyes, and her heart could not help but tremble slightly. Since the vision appeared here last time, this woman has never left here. What she does every day is stare at the place where the vision appeared.

Day after day, but strangely, the woman's appearance did not change at all, and she became even more delicate and charming.

This woman is what I love.

When Ishikawa left that day, he handed the sacred copper plate to Zhong Qing. Zhong Qing slowly understood some secrets from the copper plate, something she couldn't understand or understand. It was so deep. It was deeply imprinted in her mind.

Year after year passed, the residents of the entire valley completely worshiped Zhongqing as a saint, and Zhongqing also had absolute say.

But Zhongqing had no interest in this at all. Her heart had already followed someone far away.

Zhongqing thought of that dim evening and the shyness of the two of them countless times.

Nothing happened between the two of them, no promises, no promises, not even any ambiguous words. But those plain words, simple voices and smiles were deeply engraved in Zhong Qing's heart.

Love cannot be forgotten at all, and she will never forget it.

Seeing the vision appear again, Zhong Qing's heart began to get excited, tears welled up, and her eyes were slightly moist.

But the tears did not stay in the end.

Zhongqing didn't know how long she had to wait, but she could only wait and had no other choice.

My heart is filled with that person's position.

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This person is none other than Ishikawa.

The blood beads finally stopped spinning and quietly returned to Ishikawa's dantian, hiding again without giving Ishikawa any strange feeling.

Ishikawa knew that when the ghost died, the Qingyun Gate would also collapse.

Countless monks who had been forcibly improved by ghosts were already lying on the ground, wailing in pain, and the whole sound made Qingyun Sect feel like it was exploding.

When the few foundation-building monks saw this scene, the look of horror on their faces doubled. They didn't think they could escape Ishikawa's men. After all, Ishikawa's cultivation level is far superior to that of ghost spirits.

Soon, a dozen foundation-building monks flew over and knelt in front of Ishikawa.

"Junior accidentally went astray, please forgive me, senior!"

Ishikawa casually looked at the foundation-building monks in front of him. Their spiritual power was also extremely thin, and the bloody aura on their bodies was not strong. They did not seem to be murderous people.

Moreover, Ishikawa also knew that the entire Qingyun Sect was controlled by ghosts, and unless they escaped from Nanliang Kingdom, they would become the lackeys of the Qingyun Sect.

"Who among you has the final say?" Ishikawa asked.

"Reporting back to my senior, I have a slightly higher level of cultivation and still have a few words to say!" A monk in the late foundation building stage said respectfully.

"How many foundation-building monks are there in Qingyun Sect?"

"There are more than a hundred of them in total, all gathered from various previous sects. However, most of the foundation-building monks are not in Qingyun Sect, but are stationed in various places." The late-foundation-building monk said respectfully.

"From now on, the Qingyun Sect will be completely extinct. From now on, there will no longer be this sect!" Ishikawa said.

"Junior knows this. I will inform the other fellow Taoists immediately. I believe all fellow Taoists will be ecstatic when they learn that senior has rescued us from the control of Qingyun Sect." The monks in the later stage of foundation establishment never let go of the opportunity to flatter.

"Each sect still has priority in occupying the spiritual mines and spiritual veins of the past. The other sects are not allowed to snatch it, otherwise they will be killed without mercy." There was no emotion in Ishikawa's voice.

"Junior, please remember, we will definitely inform other fellow Taoists about these things. I wonder if there is anything else that senior wants us to do."

"Although the Wuling Sect split into five sects back then, the old site still belongs to the Wuling Sect. Ten years later, the Wuling Sect will revive the sect, so Wuling Mountain is not a land without an owner."

After Ishikawa said this, his figure flashed and disappeared completely from the front of these people.

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