My Weird Life

The wrinkled face held in Su Wu's palm turned around at this moment, with his eyes open, looking at the red and white cloak wrapped around Su Wu, with deep fear in his eyes: "You are both With the blessing of Sui Huang's mark, my ancestor's fire can't stop you.

Let’s settle the matter now!

 You let me go back, and I will go find a way to survive.

 From now on, there will be no connection between you and me! "

 Song Xian directly ignored Su Wu's question and had no intention of answering his question.

Su Wu lowered his eyes and looked at the wrinkled face in the palm of his hand, his eyes burning with fire, shining with divine light: "Why did the Patriarch think that things can be resolved now?

 How can there be no relationship between you and me? "

The Patriarch of Yinxi Meridian, Song Xian, met Su Wu's divine eyes, and the expression on his wrinkled face did not change much. He said directly: "It is true that I did something wrong in this matter. I shouldn't have tried to take away your body, but naturally you didn't either. No matter what kind of damage you suffered, why should you worry about it so much?

I bear the fire of my ancestors. If I can live another life, I will be brave and diligent, and strengthen the 'Yinxi' - our Kitchen God Sect has always been a sect that has fought against the evil and evil to gain a foothold for the human race. !

 Now that I can contribute, it can be regarded as repaying the sins committed in the past.

 You let me go, which is equivalent to saving countless people! "

 Song Xian's words are right and correct.

 If there is a person with a weak will, he may really believe his fallacies after hearing what he said right now, and he will be let go immediately.

 However, Su Wu is not like this.

He looked at the face in his palm and said with a calm expression: "If the Patriarch lives again, let alone what achievements he will make in the future, but your real success in resurrecting will definitely mean that there is an innocent person in this world who died because of your taking away his body. The soul is lost and the person dies an untimely death.”

"I'm looking for those people who have committed serious sins to seize their homes!" Song Xian reacted very quickly and said on the spot.

Su Wu smiled faintly and suddenly said: "But I am not a generous person."

 “Wha, what?” Song Xian’s eyes narrowed.

“I said, I am not a generous person.

I am very small-minded and selfish. If anyone wants to kill me, I will crush him to ashes. Su Wu had no expression on his face and continued, "The Patriarch just now clearly wanted to destroy my soul, seize my body, and inherit all my current achievements -

Such a dove occupying a magpie's nest really makes me hate the more I think about it, and I can't control the murderous intention in my heart——"

Although Su Wu said this, Song Xian, who was held in his palm, did not feel the slightest trace of his murderous intention. Just listening to the words in his mouth, Song Xian couldn't help but feel a little hairy, and with a straight face, he interrupted sharply. Su Wu said: "But you have to think carefully - if you kill one of me, you will have to bear the name of bullying your master and destroying your ancestors!

Those who kill me will also cause countless people who have benefited from me to survive in the future to lose their chance!

 The Yinxi disciples who killed one of me and gathered in the name of "Yinxi" will no longer bear the righteousness! "

“The Yinxi pulse of today is no longer the Yinxi pulse of the past.

The Patriarch only gave a name, but we and other descendants have spent countless efforts and made countless sacrifices for this name - this name, is it that the Patriarch took it off when he said it, and disintegrated when he said it?

 Great justice has always been unyielding, and it has not changed even a little bit over the years. "Su Wu stared at the Patriarch of Yinximai in his palm, but the expression on his face became more and more restrained. He became more and more like a wood carving and clay sculpture. "Killing you is just killing you.

 You are gone, and all your subsequent causes and effects are also gone.

 Otherwise, according to the teachings of the ancestors, if someone kills a hen today, wouldn’t it be equivalent to killing the hen’s future descendants?

What's more, the founder of Yinximai has died long ago.           Today, there is just a ghost, resurrected through a dead body—”

“Deceive the master and destroy the ancestor, deceive the master and destroy the ancestor!” Song Xian screamed fiercely, inciting the ancestral fire to turn into fire whips, competing to wrap around and whip at Su Wu’s red and white fire cloak!

Under the whipping of the fire whip, the great cloak, which he called the 'Seal of the Sui Emperor', not only did not break, but became more condensed, and its color gradually changed from bright white at the base, edged with flame patterns, to deep red. Color!

Seeing this situation, Song Xian's eyes were filled with despair!

 The ancestral firewood he received was nothing more than a piece of fire taken from the "big stove" at the beginning of mankind.

But this Suihuang mark is the fire that the ‘Kitchen God’ left directly on someone’s body—such fire is on the same level as the ‘Ren Chu Da Zao’!

The mark on Su Wu's body is enough to prevent the ancestral fire from controlling his own accumulated fire.

If any other Yinxi disciples were here except 'Li Zhuer', Song Xian might have succeeded, and he would have taken away his physical body and inherited all his cultivation!

The reason why Li Zhuer can also block the control of the ancestral fire is because she carries the fire that fell off the dark figure - such fire is probably more powerful than the Sui Emperor's mark of the 'Kitchen God' A higher level!

 Su Wu’s accumulated firepower was not as strong as Song Xian’s ancestral firepower.

The other party has been accumulating firepower since the Song Dynasty. Every time all Yinxi disciples opened a temple, they had to contribute a share of firepower to Song Xian. After thousands of years of accumulation, the number is naturally extremely considerable!

This kind of ancestral fire has been condensed into a pure red color like blood, and the smell of the fire is extremely strong. Su Wu stared at the red fire whips that were hitting his cloak. His eyes suddenly turned to the Yinximai Patriarch and said in a loud voice: "I will save the people you want to save in the future;



I will kill the evil people you want to kill in the future!

Now, I ask the Patriarch to entrust all the fuel he has accumulated to his disciples.

 Invite the founder to die! "

 “What, what—”

When Song Xian heard this, he was immediately horrified!

But at this moment, Su Wu's hand suddenly loosened his grip - he seized the opportunity and immediately wanted to escape - before he could escape a step, a layer of colorful and illusory light wheels suddenly spun out from the shadows in all directions. , imprisoning that wrinkled face in the center of the heavy halo, unable to move at all!

 Beyond the numerous haloes and the king of eight consciousnesses!

Su Wu looked solemn and bowed to the founder of Yinximai!

 “Please give me the mantle of the ancestor!”

"I don't!

 I don’t ah ah ah ah—”

Amidst Song Xian's continuous screams, the face that was imprisoned in the King of Eight Consciousnesses was suddenly torn apart by a force descending from somewhere. Song Xian's sexual soul was torn apart by this mysterious energy. Machine-locked, like being hit by thousands of giant hammers on his sexual soul, his sexual soul was torn apart, crushed, shattered into ashes, and turned into nothingness on the spot!

The billowing crimson ancestral fire suddenly burst out, filling the wheel of the King of Eight Consciousnesses in a short moment!

Such an ancestral fire was forced to be bound to Wang Chuanzhen, and Wang Chuanzhen continued to squeeze it for countless years, but it is still so strong, with no sign of exhaustion!

 Boom, boom, boom!

The layers of light wheels suddenly rotated, continuously separating the rolling ancestral fire, and led to streams of crimson flames, leading to Su Wu himself. Su Wu opened his mouth - the stream of crimson flames was divided into several streams, Throw it into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, be absorbed by him, and be transformed into your own fire!

The red and white cloak covering his body gradually turned darker in color as he continued to consume the ancestral fire;

The layers of fire **** tablets standing on his heart chakra were competing to float out of the pores around his body, and they were continuously arranged around him, forming layers of hierarchies!

 The ‘Kitchen God’s throne’ turned into pure red and stood directly above his head.

 Various other divine statues were rotating around him, arranged layer by layer in colors of golden purple, golden green, and golden red. There were thousands of them spread out!

 All the gods are surrounding him!

 Beyond the ‘Zao Lord God’, there is no higher level ‘Origin God’.

The position that once belonged to the ‘Yinximai Patriarch’s Seat’ is now empty, with only a little dim halo gathering there!