Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 51
Ancestor Hongjun looked at the empty list of gods, his eyes were full of astonishment.

He never expected that Ye Changqing would be so decisive, and directly chose to let his true spirit be annihilated.

Master Tongtian and Jiejiao Wanxian looked at him with hatred in their eyes, which made him frown.

This Ye Changqing was really calculating, and asked him to put on a trick before he died.

He suddenly had a bold guess.

"Could it be that Ye Changqing knows about the future apotheosis?"

As soon as this thought came out, his face immediately became extremely exciting.

Ancestor Hongjun broke out in a cold sweat looking at Ye Changqing's body, no wonder Tiandao was so afraid of him.

If this son does not die, sooner or later he will go against the way of heaven and disturb the prehistoric world forever.

He raised his head and glanced at the Dao of Heaven hidden deep in the clouds, and was about to leave as a puff of green smoke.

But it's clear someone doesn't intend to let him go...

Master Tongtian held the Qingping sword with a murderous look on his face, and all the immortals of Jiejiao sacrificed their magic weapons and waited for an order.

"Humph!"

Patriarch Hongjun snorted coldly, and an invisible pressure suddenly exerted on them.

As the spokesperson of the Dao of Heaven, he represents the authority of the Dao of Heaven.

These mobs still want to try to defy the sky?
Ye Changqing, who was lying there motionless, was a lesson for them!

Everyone was so overwhelmed by the coercion of heaven that they prostrated themselves on the ground.

Only the Master Tongtian still insisted on gnashing his teeth.

Although he is a saint, he is only under the Dao of Heaven and has no ability to resist at all.

He could only straighten his chest, like a sharp sword rather than bend it.

Ancestor Hongjun gave him a last meaningful look, and disappeared in place.

With the departure of Patriarch Hongjun, the coercion of heaven disappeared instantly.

The figure of Master Tongtian immediately appeared in front of Ye Changqing.

There were tears in his eyes, but he couldn't say a word, and his clenched fists were shaking because of too much force.

Ye Changqing lay on the cloud bed with a very calm face, as if he had fallen asleep.

San Xiao and the others couldn't stop their tears from falling, and stretched out their slender hands to gently caress his cheek.

"Big Brother!"

"Big Brother..."

Jiejiao Wanxian finally couldn't help calling his name, they still couldn't believe the fact that Ye Changqing died.

The wailing sounds on Jin'ao Island suddenly resounded throughout the prehistoric world.

On Kunlun Mountain, the disciples of Interpretation and Teaching gathered again in Yuxu Palace.

They even paid more attention to Ye Changqing's life and death than the Jiejiao disciples.

"Ye Changqing...is he really dead?"

Master Taiyi's murmur-like voice spread throughout the hall.

The main reason is that Ye Changqing left them with such a deep memory that they couldn't fully believe it for a while.

Could this be another conspiracy by Ye Changqing?
Taoist Ran Deng believed that Ye Changqing's death was an absolute fact.

After all, the presence of Tiandao and Patriarch Hongjun will definitely not be false.

It wasn't until then that the disciples of Chanjiao breathed a sigh of relief, and the dignified atmosphere instantly turned into joy.

"Hahaha, that guy is finally dead!"

"Ye Changqing, Ye Changqing, you have to calculate and calculate, but in the end it's all in vain..."

"Once Ye Changqing dies, it won't be a big deal to stop teaching the mob!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals of Interpretation and Education expressed their feelings one after another.

The mountain that was pressing on their heads completely collapsed, and they have no worries since then.

Yuanshi Tianzun's eyes penetrated through layers of barriers, looking at Ye Changqing's body, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In the Palace of Eight Views on Shouyang Mountain.

Lao Tzu, who was preaching to Master Xuandu, suddenly stopped listening.

He said to Master Xuandu: "Ye Changqing, dead!"

Master Xuandu was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

In his eyes, as the eldest disciple of Lao Tzu, the leader of the Sanqing, he should be the leader of the Sanqing.

Now that Ye Changqing is dead, he feels that he deserves his name.

What's more, Ye Changqing was so stunning that he, who felt mediocre, was extremely jealous.

He should have practiced the Way of Forgetfulness, but he was jealous, which was why he was unable to kill the corpse.

But he blamed Ye Changqing for all his mistakes.

Why does he still look like he is teaching a big disciple by himself?
Just like a villain's success!

In the western world, on Mount Sumeru.

A Meilun Meilun temple is shining with gold, like a rising sun.

Shining Buddha lights radiated like ripples, illuminating the whole world.

Compared with the barren western land, the splendor of the temple is particularly abrupt.

But the creatures in the western world saw the flashing of the Buddha's light, their eyes were full of heat, and they prostrated themselves on the ground facing the direction of the temple and worshiped devoutly.

"Hahaha, once Ye Changqing dies, we will be prosperous in the Western world in the future!"

Zhunti Taoist clapped his hands and said to the Buddhist disciples present with a smile.

"Goodness, goodness!"

"My Western religion will definitely surpass the Jiejiao, and make the prehistoric world full of temples."

Receive and lead the Taoist to nod in praise.

"But it's a pity that Ye Changqing..."

"If he can join my Western religion, why wait until a thousand years later!"

Although they sighed like this, the sneer at the corner of their mouths exposed their thoughts.

Not long ago, Ye Changqing drove Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva out of the Underworld, making them lose their great source of merit.

Moreover, they suffered a great loss at the hands of Empress Pingxin, and lost all face.

The Second Saint of the West wished for him to die a few years earlier. These words were just to cover up their ugly faces and hypocrisy.

In the Netherworld, Empress Pingxin stood on the Naihe Bridge, looking in the direction of Jinao Island.

As a saint, she is powerless to save her own people, so she has nothing to do!
Now she can only watch Ye Changqing die like this, she is even more helpless!

Naihe bridge, but what can we do?
She let out a long sigh and turned to leave. She could only quickly refine the authentic golden wheel and fuse it with the authentic, and then she would not be able to pay Ye Changqing's entrustment.

In the prehistoric world, in the Fire Cloud Palace.

Empress Nuwa, who was talking with the three emperors of the human race, suddenly felt sad.

The man they mentioned may have already arrived at the eternal world he mentioned at this moment.

"Where is the eternal world?"

She burst into tears, and murmured to herself with a sense of loss in her heart.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Human Emperor Fuxi hurriedly asked her.

Empress Nuwa didn't answer, stood up in a daze, and left without saying a word.

But the direction she left seems to be... Jin'ao Island!

Empress Nuwa regretted it unceasingly, she should have let go of her reserve a long time ago, so that she could stay by his side to see him off for the last time.

But it's too late to say anything now, he's already dead!

Empress Nuwa moved to Jin'ao Island after stepping out.

But there was still someone who was one step ahead of her, and Daoist Ran Deng had already arrived on the island with his disciples.

"I'm waiting for the disciples of Chanjiao to come to funeral for Senior Brother Ye!"

(End of this chapter)