Honghuang: How can I be invincible after death?

Chapter 52
The appearance of the disciples of Chanjiao immediately annoyed the disciples of Jiejiao who were present.

Especially the two words "funeral" mentioned by the people of the Lantern Road.

The irritable Bi Xiao was about to strike immediately, but was stopped by Yun Xiao.

After all, there is Master Tongtian here, so it is not their turn to speak.

"Eldest brother, he is not dead, he will return after stepping through three thousand worlds someday in the future!"

Although Bi Xiao didn't make a move, he said so.

What she said was Ye Changqing's last wish, and also the most important last wish.

At that time, only the three of them and Zhao Gongming were present. Although the last wish had been fulfilled, only a few of them knew about it.

"Junior Sister Bixiao, is what you said true?"

Taoist Duobao asked in a trembling voice.

Bi Xiao nodded and said, "This is what the big brother said before he left!"

Hope was rekindled in the hearts of the Jiejiao disciples, and they looked at Ye Changqing as if they had seen a god.

Empress Nuwa froze for a moment, then left Jinao Island without saying a word.

Since she could meet again in the future, she didn't want to say goodbye to him today.

She also needs to integrate humanity as soon as possible, and she must give him a surprise when they meet next time.

"Hahaha, how ridiculous!"

"Death is like a lamp going out, the body dies and the way disappears, Ye Changqing's true spirit is gone, how can he be resurrected?"

"You must be overly sad and dizzy, right?"

The disciples of Chanjiao didn't know if they had taken the courage to speak sarcasm at this time.

The Second Saint of the West, who had been paying attention to the situation on Jinao Island, couldn't help but frowned.

"Brother, do you believe Ye Changqing's words?"

Taoist Zhunti asked suddenly.

If one day Ye Changqing really came back, what would they do?
The leading Taoist could only comfort himself: "This is just Ye Changqing's nonsense before he died, don't worry about it!"

The disciples on Jin'ao Island were still chattering harsh words that stimulated Jiejiao Wanxian's sensitive nerves.

There have long been rumors in the prehistoric world that Ye Changqing made many great wishes before his death.

Unexpectedly, these fools who intercepted the teaching really believed it.

Qingxu Daodezhenjun looked at the clear sky, and said with disdain and contempt: "Didn't someone say that after he died, the sky would weep blood for him, and all spirits would mourn for him?"

"It's such a pity that the weather is so good..."

Daodezhenjun doesn't talk about morality, and he was interrupted by thunder before he finished speaking.

The originally clear sky at noon began to change color, and the entire prehistoric world turned bloody.

Such a change made the great masters who were secretly observing Jin'ao Island frowned.

Is this a coincidence?
"I do not believe!"

Immortal Cihang yelled and jumped into the sky, using his powerful magic power to disperse the clouds and mist.

The disciples of Jiejiao, including the leader of Tongtian, looked at the scene in front of them coldly. How could Ye Changqing's words be changed by a little Da Luo Jinxian?

No matter how Daoist Cihang stimulated his mana, he couldn't dissipate even the slightest cloud of blood.

His face became ugly after practice, but he still refused to believe in this evil.

He sacrificed the mutton fat jade bottle to inject his whole body's mana into it, and immediately there was a huge suction force from the mouth of the bottle.

The bloody cloud seemed to move, which made him smile triumphantly.

They came this time to dismantle Ye Changqing's will and make him fall from the heart of the disciple of Jiejiao to the altar.

Finally, a cloud of mist slowly entered his mutton fat jade bottle.

"I'll say it's all fake!"

Immortal Cihang laughed smugly in mid-air.

"Good job!"

Daoist Ran Deng had a happy expression on his face, and secretly sent him a voice transmission to praise him.

The other disciples of Chanjiao also breathed a sigh of relief, as expected, Ye Changqing was just a paper tiger.

Fortunately, they also regarded him as a great enemy.

Believing in a dead man's nonsense made them suddenly feel ashamed.

Click click!

The sudden crisp sound made Master Cihang's heart tremble, and his smug smile froze on his face.

He looked at the suet jade bottle in his hand in disbelief, and there was a crack on its body.

You must know that this spirit treasure is an innate spirit treasure given to him by Yuanshi Tianzun, which can contain water from all corners of the world.

But it just absorbed a trace of the bloody cloud, and it tended to burst.

What is the origin of this bloody cloud?
Immediately cold sweat broke out on Master Cihang's forehead, and hurriedly urged Lingbao to release the bloody cloud.

But things are already out of his control!
The blood-colored mist that was originally unwilling to enter the suet jade purification bottle began to pour into it frantically.

This terrified Master Cihang.

"Do not……"

Amidst his unwilling wailing, the mutton fat jade bottle suddenly turned into powder, and there was no possibility of recasting it.

Immortal Cihang's talisman was destroyed, and he suffered serious backlash on the spot, with blood gushing out of his mouth as if he didn't want money.

This wasn't too miserable, most of his body was covered by the blood mist that he looked down upon at first, and melted into it silently, becoming a part of the blood cloud.

"Teacher save me!"

Seeing that the bloody cloud was about to swallow his only remaining body, he finally couldn't help calling for help.

Taoist Ran Deng frowned tightly, he was not willing to risk his life at all, but he couldn't let his life die.

He had no choice but to order Filiusun to use his immortal rope to pull Daoist Cihang back at a critical moment.

"What exactly is this?"

Immortal Cihang, who had just escaped from birth, asked with a trembling voice.

However, the disciples present at the scene were collectively silent, unable to give an answer.

Even if they were beaten to death, they were unwilling to admit that Ye Changqing's words were true.

On the contrary, Master Tongtian and Jiejiao Wanxian were all excited with tears in their eyes.

This is more venting than them taking action to teach disciples a lesson!

In the Chaotic Purple Night Palace.

The ancestor Hongjun who had just left was in disbelief.

Tiandao suddenly sent him an inexplicable sadness, which made him cry sadly.

How terrible is it that can affect the power of heaven?
After all, he still underestimated Ye Changqing!
woo woo woo woo woo

At some point, the sky and the earth were completely red with blood, and a strange wind blew inexplicably, making a desolate cry.

As soon as that voice appeared, a feeling called sadness arose in everyone's heart, and they couldn't help but began to cry.

Whether it was the quasi-sage Almighty or the ordinary creatures of the prehistoric world, they shed tears for Ye Changqing's death.

"wrong!"

Taoist Ran Deng was the first to wake up, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and his face changed drastically in an instant.

He was actually affected by this force!
Looking at the tearful disciples of Chanjiao beside him, he quickly cast spells to wake them up one by one.

If he was a moment later, they would have become Ye Changqing's dutiful sons and grandsons.

When the disciple of Chanjiao who came back to his senses looked at Ye Changqing's body not far away, his eyes were extremely complicated.

Seeing the different phases between heaven and earth, listening to the wailing of all spirits, Master Taiyi couldn't help shivering.

"Is this the heaven weeping blood, all souls mourning?"

(End of this chapter)