Immortal Sword Pavilion

Chapter 712 Qingyang Patriarch (for subscription, recommendation)

"The Wei family in Qingyang enslaves cultivators with mortal bodies?" Looking at the soul of the gray-robed Taoist in his palm, Zhou Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

"That's right, the people from the Wei family in Qingyang are domineering and unreasonable, but in the end they are just an ordinary family, and they will eventually provoke people who cannot be provoked.

But in this family, there are strange things.

Especially the Qingyang Patriarch, who seems to be just an ordinary person, but when I approached him, I didn't have the slightest resistance to him, so I was enslaved by him. "

The gray-robed Taoist said tremblingly, in his words, there was an unforgettable hatred for the Qingyang Wei family.

"No matter how domineering an ordinary person is, he won't offend a cultivator so easily.

What's more, the us you mentioned shows that this happened more than once. "

"Forget it, we still have to search for the soul after all." Looking at the remnant soul of the gray-robed Taoist, Zhou Yu shook his head.

"Senior, please spare my life and spare the life of this junior." Hearing Zhou Yu's words, the gray-robed Taoist was so frightened that he died.

His body has been broken, and there is no hope in this life.

If he is searched again, he may not even be eligible for reincarnation.

But the moment this person shouted, in his eyes, there seemed to be a colorful light in Zhou Yu's eyes.

In this light, the person's soul fell into a coma in an instant, and he no longer had a trace of consciousness.

"It seems that the Wei family in Qingyang is indeed extraordinary, but even so, it is not so easy to provoke me, Zhou, and it can be resolved."

Following this murmur, the spirit of the gray-robed Taoist immediately dissipated in Zhou Yu's hands.

The next moment, Zhou Yu took a step forward and disappeared into the small courtyard.

As a righteous person, he naturally has no interest in erasing the soul of a little Daoist monk.

The reason why this person's soul dissipated was not only because of Zhou Yu, but also when the person's soul was weak to a certain extent.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is a force of attraction in the dark, which extradites him.

Speaking of which, this is not the first time Zhou Yu has seen someone's fascination dissipate.

As early as decades ago, he used the cultivation base of Qi training to transform a group of villagers with magic power.

When the spirits of those villagers dissipated, he hadn't felt anything yet.

But now I really feel the power in the dark.

"If you want to verify whether this is the power of reincarnation, judging from this alone is not enough. It is better to solve the immediate matter first."

in the inn.

Wei Wuyang sat in the room drinking wine with a complacent expression. When he thought about it, a gray-robed Taoist appeared on the stage. Even if the owner of the tavern was extraordinary, he was no match for a monk in the Daoist realm.

After all, in the Daxia Dynasty, the monks in the realm of Daoji were already extremely powerful.

As for the sect of cultivating immortals?

Although Wei Wuyang is a bit arrogant, he also knows that the nearest Qingfengzong is more than seventy miles away.

As for the Qingfengzong, they Qingyang Wei family, it's not like they haven't met before.

But when people from this sect stepped into their Wei family, they still chose to calm down.

This is his confidence.

boom! !

At this moment, a sound of cracking suddenly came from Wei Wuyang's chest.

The sound made Wei Wuyang stunned, especially when he took out the broken jade slip, his face was even more ugly.

Yu Sui represented the gray-robed monk responsible for guarding him, who not only failed the mission, but was also beheaded and killed.

"The owner of the tavern has such abilities." Thinking of this, Wei Wuyang couldn't help feeling panic in his heart.

But just when he turned around and was about to leave this place as soon as possible, he saw a familiar yet unfamiliar young man beside the wine table.

That young man was an unremarkable host in the tavern during the day.

"Wine is good wine, the best Zui Hua Diao is not something ordinary people can afford to drink.

It's a pity that this wine was ruined in your hands. "Zhou Yu put down his wine glass, looked at Wei Wuyang, and said with regret.

"However, before you die, it is not a loss for you to be buried with you with this wine."

Hearing these words, Wei Wuyang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his previous demeanor disappeared immediately.

His whole body staggered back in panic, extremely unbearable.

"You can't kill me, if you kill me, the ancestor will not let you go."

"Just to see how capable the old Qingyang clan you are talking about is that they can capture Daoist monks for you mortals for you to drive."

As soon as the words fell, in Wei Wuyang's horrified eyes, a drop of clear wine emerged from the wine glass.

Although the drop of wine was only the size of a grain of rice, Wei Wuyang looked at it from now on, and an indescribable panic emerged in his heart.

It was like seeing the switch knife that beheaded his head.

call out!
The next moment, a drop of wine the size of a grain of rice flew towards Wei Wuyang.

hum!
But at the moment when the drop of wine was about to penetrate Wei Wuyang's eyebrows, the space in the room seemed to be still and stopped.

The drop of wine that flew in front of Wei Wuyang shattered in an instant.

"Fellow Daoist, can you spare the life of my unworthy junior?" At the same time, an old voice suddenly sounded from the room.

I saw a cyan brilliance blooming between Wei Wuyang's eyebrows.

In this light, an old man with white beard and hair wearing a purple robe suddenly emerged and landed on the other side of the wine table.

And the moment this person appeared, Wei Wuyang fell into a coma.

"Your Excellency is Patriarch Qingyang?" Zhou Yu said calmly as he saw the old man's appearance.

"However, it's just an incarnation of an idea, and it can only last for a cup of tea at most. If you want to stop me from killing people with this, I'm afraid it's not qualified."

"Give me a reason not to kill him." Zhou Yu put down his wine glass and looked at the old man in front of him.

Thinking about it now, the reason why the gray-robed cultivator in the Daoist realm was enslaved, and he didn't even know how to be enslaved, was because of this person.

"Because this junior is part of my transformation into a god." Qingyang Patriarch said lightly.

"Hua Shen?" Zhou Yu looked at the old man in Qingyang in front of him.

"That's not enough reason."

Bang!
The moment those words fell, Wei Wuyang's body exploded into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

"Fellow Daoist's murderous nature is too great." Seeing this scene, Patriarch Qingyang's expression suddenly became gloomy.

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished. This person provoked me twice and turned into a cloud of blood mist, which is already taking advantage of him." After finishing speaking, Zhou Yu said to Patriarch Qingyang.

"In addition, although this person is dead, the matter of fellow daoists enslaving monks has only just begun."

"That's it, I'll wait for fellow Taoist to come and talk about it." Patriarch Qingyang looked at Zhou Yu and said slowly.

The moment those words fell, Patriarch Qingyang's body suddenly dissipated, turning into star-broken light spots, and disappeared into the room.

(End of this chapter)