Xiu Xian: I can reincarnate in the heavens

Chapter 217 Song Dao's Death

A few moments of effort.

The Ling Xiao Dao had already flown nearly a thousand miles, and its escape speed was astonishing, not much worse than that of Yuanying Daojun.

"To survive with a broken arm..."

"Song Dao is much more ruthless than I imagined."

Seeing this scene, Xu Xing was secretly surprised, and sincerely admired Song Dao, his old opponent.

At a critical juncture, make up your mind to give up your physical body and escape with Dao Dan.

This is something many monks cannot do.

Although it is said that after cultivating Dao Dan, the physical body is only the monk's second life, but abandoning the physical body is equivalent to abandoning the further path...

It's nothing more than mediocrity.

For a genius like Song Dao, the consequences of abandoning his body are unimaginable.

"It seems that I'm pushing too hard."

Xu Xing shook his head, jumped up and came to the vicinity of Song Dao's body, looking at this godless flesh shell.

The husk is still alive.

There is no hindrance to breathing and movement, but the most crucial soul is missing.

"You can try the Five Ghosts Heavenly Curse."

"Song Dao broke his arm to survive, and I can't catch up with him based on my escape speed alone."

"You can only kill him with a spell!"

Xu Xing glanced at the two talisman treasures that were fighting in the air, ignored the two talisman treasures, took away the formation flag and Song Dao's body, and quickly evacuated from the battlefield.

Although Song Dao abandoned his body and fled, he still left a part of his spiritual consciousness in the Ling Xiao Dao talisman, and manipulated the talisman to break his queen and buy some time.

If Xu Xing withdrew the talisman he had sacrificed, the Lingxiao Saber talisman would kill Xu Xing directly without any hesitation.

And Xu Xing's talisman does not lack this one.

Abandoned, also discarded.

Furthermore, this giant sword talisman has already fought and confronted the Lingxiao knife talisman, and its spirituality has been greatly damaged. Even if it is recovered, it will be useless.

Compared with the gains and losses of a talisman.

Withdrew from the battlefield.

is more important.

Although this sea area is uninhabited, but Song Dao is the head of Feiyu Immortal Palace, Xu Xing drove him into a desperate situation, how could he not ask the Zongmen for help and ask the Zongmen to send soldiers to rescue him.

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lean less.

An island off the coast of Wangchuan, a temporary cave.

Xu Xing crossed his legs on a futon.

In front of him, these five fist-sized blood drops were suspended, and under the blood was a palm-sized blood-colored puppet.

The appearance of the puppet is generally the same as his appearance, except that he has no clothes on.

It looks a little petite and exquisite.

And this blood is not mortal.It is the five drops of life essence he extracted from Song Dao's "corpse".

"I have notified the Baibao Pavilion of the news of the death of the old man who buried the halberd through the token of the elder of my outer cabinet..."

"Before Song Dao left, he took away his and the old man's bag of funeral..."

"This is proof."

"However, this move can only be regarded as a second move, and we cannot place our hopes on the Baibao Pavilion, even though the old man who buried the halberd has an extraordinary status in the Baibao Pavilion."

Xu Xing made a formula, secretly thinking in his heart.

Before turning against Song Dao, he had already discarded Nan Lu's storage bag on the way, and did not dare to keep it on him for a long time.

Mingquan Sect must have left a positioning formation on Nan Lu, an important person.

It's like the gold medal with purple ribbon of Feiyu Immortal Palace.

Of course, Nan Lu accepted some treasures in the bag, and he naturally accepted them with a smile.

Renyuanguo is such a treasure.

It was worth the risk for him.

As for the old man who buried the halberd, in terms of his cultivation base, he was at the peak of Dao Dan, and Song Dao was only three rounds of Dao Dan... It would not be a matter of time before Song Dao wanted to break through the mana mark of the old man's storage bag.

Besides, before this, Song Dao also had a fierce battle, and his mana and consciousness in his body were weakened a lot. Walking with his "enemy", Song Dao should not waste his energy, rushing to open the funeral halberd old man's bag Existing mana brand.

After all, the identity of the old man who buried the halberd was not as sensitive as Nan Lu.

The old man who buried the halberd was more like a casual cultivator.

And Baibao Pavilion is the owner who hired the old man who buried the halberd, so the relationship is not close.

After being killed.

People do not report, officials do not investigate.

Therefore, according to Xu Xing's guess, Song Dao hadn't had time to discard the storage bag of the old man who buried the halberd.

However, after being notified by Xu Xing, even if Baibao Pavilion doesn't care about the old man who buried the halberd, he will give an explanation for the stability of the pavilion and hunt down Yu Songdao...

And those who chased Song Dao, after seeing a Ling Xiao Dao at the level of a Taoist monarch, and the storage bags of two true monarchs..., it is not certain whether they will kill and steal.

The treasure is touching!

Even Daojun would be moved when faced with these treasures.

"Calculate step by step."

"It depends on whether this opponent can be counted as dead today."

Xu Xing gritted his teeth.

As the words fell, an abnormal blush suddenly rose on his face, and he spit out a mouthful of golden blood, which sprayed on the bloody puppet.

In an instant, the blood-colored wooden idol seemed to come alive, with a physical body, like a baby, stretching its muscles and bones in mid-air.

"Five Ghosts Heavenly Curse!"

"The first curse, curse your essence and blood to flow backwards, and you will be surrounded by bad luck."

The blood-colored puppet was in the air, and Baoxiang sat cross-legged solemnly, his lips moved slightly.

The drop of Song Dao's blood essence in front of it was swallowed by it.

An ominous breath erupted from it instantly.

Five ghosts curse.

It is a special spell obtained by Xu Xing in the Xianzhi Gate of Emperor Jin's world.

The special point of this incantation is that it can be cast without having to become a ghost or immortal.

Just need a medium.

To cast spells to kill.

In the battle with Song Dao this time, Song Dao broke his arm to survive, and abandoned his body to escape. The reason why Xu Xing didn't pursue him was largely related to this spell.

……

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Forget Chuanhai.

Feiyu Xiangong ruled the inner sea, the eastern sea area.

With the help of Ling Xiao Dao, Song Dao, who escaped from the siege formation, gradually slowed down his escape speed after fleeing tens of thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles is already a safe distance.

He abandoned his physical body and escaped by relying on blood escape, and the price he spent was not insignificant.

If it continues like this.

His Dao Dan is probably on the verge of breaking.

"Xu Xing, I have written down this grudge..."

On the blue sea, Ling Xiaodao slowed down, and Song Dao's soul walked out of Dao Dan with a sinister look on his face.

This time, although it was a bad move, but fundamentally, his background was not as deep as Xu Xing's.

If Xu Xing didn't have that much financial resources, please don't move the old man to bury the halberd, and there is no follower left by the Daoist Jujian......

Who wins and who loses is not certain.

He counted everything, but he didn't count that Xu Xingli lured the old man who buried the halberd, let the old man buried the halberd go out, and took the lead.

"No, this storage bag..."

"This storage bag has soul fluctuations, and someone is sensing it."

When Song Dao was planning to find an island to take a rest, he suddenly noticed the abnormality of the storage bag in his hand.

"It's the storage bag of the old man who buried the halberd..."

"Damn Xu Xing, there is still this backhand."

Song Dao grabbed the storage bag, his face was constantly changing, he didn't know how to make a decision.

The old man who buried the halberd is capable of being a Taoist gentleman, and he is not young, and his net worth is definitely rich.That's why he took the risk and took the storage bag too.

"The Daoist Jing'an of Qingsheng Island is coming soon, Baibao Pavilion... so why not be afraid."

"The big deal is to confuse right and wrong. The slander is that the old man who buried the halberd took action brazenly in order to covet my Ling Xiaodao..."

Song Dao thought about it and made up his mind.

Wealth is in danger.

Now, he has lost his physical body and needs resources to rebuild his path.

The treasures in the bag of Taoist Burial Ji can never be discarded.

Just do it.

This matter cannot be delayed.

When the two Taoist monarchs arrive together, even if he is justified, it is not certain whether the storage bag for the old man who buried the halberd...will be left to him.

He began to allocate the few remaining spiritual consciousness and mana to erase the brand of mana in the old man's storage bag.

Although he dealt with the old man who buried the halberd very calmly, he relied on the teaching inheritance and various methods.

However, when it comes to the mana brand on the storage bag, at this time, only the cultivation of the two parties can be seen.

The cultivation base of the old man who buried the halberd was two small realms higher than his.

So it was not easy for him to directly break through the mana brand on the storage bag.

Can only rely on hard grinding.

but--

Just half a quarter of an hour after he started, an ominous aura enveloped him, and his Dao Dan instantly weakened a lot.

"The technique of disgusting victory?"

Song Dao was shocked when he saw this scene.

The technique of weary victory, which means "victorious when we are tired of it", casts spells by cursing.

It is more mysterious and unpredictable than ordinary conventional spells.

"It was my body that was left behind on the battlefield, so Xu Xing used this to cast spells..."

Song Dao tightened his brows, and began to withdraw the spiritual consciousness and magic power left on the storage bag of the old man who buried the halberd, guarding his mind tightly to resist the ominous aura.

Dao Dan, the combination of spirit, energy and spirit.

Immortal cultivators also have Zi Mansion and Huang Ting to protect Dao Dan.

The technique of disgusting victory is still effective for low-level monks, but it is more than a little less effective for true monarchs and Taoist monarchs.

It's just that in the previous battle, Song Dao abandoned his physical body and escaped with Dao Pill alone, so he had very limited resistance to Xu Xing's Five Ghost Heavenly Curse.

"Barely resisted."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Dao glanced at the Dao Dan stored in the belly of the soul, and saw that it was bleak and sluggish a lot, a trace of heartache flashed across his face, but he felt a little relieved in his heart.

He began to wear off the mana brand on the old man's glove bag again.

It's still halfway there, and the treasure in this storage bag can belong to him.

You can't do it halfway.

however.

next moment.

Another ominous aura enveloped him, endlessly.

"No matter what kind of aversion technique, it will probably injure the enemy one thousand and self-injury eight hundred."

"I don't know where Xu Xing learned the technique of aversion to victory... Could it be possible to use it without injury?"

"By the way, he has a substitute death puppet. Use the substitute death puppet to perform it..."

Song Dao's eyebrows were tightly locked.

With his wisdom, he quickly guessed part of the truth.

"Don't worry, his aversion to victory, although it hinders me, is not fatal."

Song Dao continued to guard his mind, resisting Xu Xing's intrusion with Dao Dan.

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After half an hour.

Near the unnamed island where Song Dao retreated, an unexpected visitor came.

"Negotiating with the teacher is the most troublesome thing. The funeral halberd died, and I need to come forward..."

"Flying Feather Immortal Palace looks decent, but it's also very slippery. This is not a good job."

The old Taoist monarch wearing a crane cloak sighed while rushing like a turtle crawling.

He is the resident monk of Baibao Pavilion on Jumastiff Island, and his name is Daojun Qianhe.

This time, Xu Xing informed Baibao Pavilion of the death of the old man who buried the halberd through the token of the elder of the outer cabinet, and Baibao Pavilion held an emergency meeting to let him handle the matter with full authority.

There is only one requirement.

Don't let the casual cultivators who joined the Baibao Pavilion be chilled.

"That junior should leave."

Taoist Qianhe glanced at the cave on the nameless island and thought to himself.

With his Yuanying Taoist escape speed, if he broke out with all his strength, he should have arrived here in two quarters of an hour, but he was afraid of trouble, so he deliberately dawdled a lot of time on the road.

"Wu Na junior, but you killed the funeral halberd?"

"I advise you to get out of the cave quickly, accept surrender in front of this seat, and go to Giant Mastiff Island to plead guilty."

"Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Daoist Qianhe raised his voice and used his mana to shout loudly.

Once he saw the murderer who killed the old man who buried the halberd with his own eyes.

He could no longer stand by and watch.

So the shout at this time was intended to remind Song Dao to run away quickly and not let him run into him.

As Daoist Qianhe expected.

When the voice of his shout just fell.A silver light shot up from the nameless island, pierced the sky, and rushed towards Qingsheng Island in the north.

"The younger generation is very good. This Lingxiao knife is the magic weapon of Yuanying level. It is understandable that the old man can't catch up."

Daoist Qianhe saw the Ling Xiao knife of Song Dao's imperial envoy, and nodded slightly.

He flicked his big sleeves, turned his head and prepared to fly back, rushing to Jumastiff Island to die.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Not long after the Ling Xiao Dao flew out, a young man in purple blocked Ling Xiao Dao's path, reached out to hold the Ling Xiao Dao, and flew towards him.

"Qianhe..."

"You are so brave, you dare to hurt the head of my fairy palace."

The purple-clothed monk had a frosty expression on his face, and Song Dao's soul was restrained by his side, and asked Taoist Lord Qianhe.

"Mr. Jing'an?"

"But what's the misunderstanding?"

Daoist Qianhe heard the words, his face was a little surprised, he glanced at the purple-clothed monk, and then at the desperate Song Dao, as if he realized something.

"The old man just came here by chance, and came here... to hunt down the murderer who killed my elder Baibao Pavilion."

He had no intention of getting involved in Feiyu Immortal Palace's internal strife, and took a step back.

"Stop quibbling!"

"If I hadn't arrived in time, Martial Nephew Song might have been brutally killed by you."

Daoist Jing'an snorted coldly, got an extra inkstone in his hand, and threw it at Daoist Qianhe.

The inkstone suddenly turned into a size of a thousand feet, like a huge mountain, along which the mountains appeared along a series of forbidden laws, with a huge momentum.

"Nephew Song..."

"Stay here and don't move, the uncle will avenge your blood."

Daoist Jing'an took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it on Song Dao's soul.

This talisman turned into a vajra shield, protecting Song Dao's surroundings.

"Jing'an, the old man was just passing by, and did not murder your Feiyu Immortal Palace disciples."

Seeing Taoist Jing'an's reluctance, although Taoist Qianhe was extremely upset, he still tried his best to persuade Zhenjun Jing'an to stop.

"His offensive?"

Suddenly, Daoist Qianhe saw that Daoist Jing'an was bringing the aftermath of the battle between the two of them to the vicinity of Song Dao, and instantly understood something.

Daoist Jing'an wants to kill Song Dao!
"Take me into the water, don't even think about it!"

Daoist Qianhe rushed to the vicinity of Dao Song in a blink of an eye, and then threw out a burst of mana, breaking Daoist Jing'an's imprisonment on Dao Song.

Song Dao escaped in an instant.

"Is the storage bag of the old man who buried the halberd in your hands?"

"Hand it over soon?"

Although Daoist Qianhe intended to let Song Dao escape, he did not want to be involved in the internal struggle of the Shangjiao.

But on the surface, it is definitely not appropriate for him to rescue an enemy who killed the old man who buried the halberd.

So he changed his mind and threatened Song Dao with words.

however--

The unexpected ending appeared.

While he was intimidating, Daoist Jing'an rushed to Song Dao's side and secretly smashed Song Dao's Dao Pill.

"You are so brave!"

"How dare you destroy the first Dao Dan in my Immortal Palace, and destroy his life..."

Daoist Jing'an was furious, and directly poured dirty water on Daoist Qianhe without hesitation.

"Good good!"

"Jing'an, the old man remembers!"

Daoist Qianhe took a deep look at Daoist Jing'an, said nothing more, flung his sleeves and left the battlefield.

This place is located in the sea area under the rule of Feiyu Immortal Palace.

If he stays for a long time, no matter whether he is justified or unreasonable, he can't afford to walk around.

Maybe, the Taoist monarchs of Feiyu Immortal Palace directly killed him and planted the crime on his head without proof.

"Nephew Song..."

"It's the uncle's fault that the uncle came late and made you so disabled."

Daoist Jing'an looked at Song Dao regretfully, with a look of grief on his face.

Dao Dan is damaged, although the monk will not die immediately, but his life will be on the verge of end.

To put it simply, Song Dao at this time is like a twilight old man.

A few days to live well.

"I also ask my uncle to bring my nephew back to the sect. I have a few words to explain to my wife and children. Don't worry, it's just a private matter."

Song Dao forced a smile.

When he entered this place for retreat, he estimated that within a quarter of an hour, the Taoist Lord of Qingsheng Island would arrive.

But unfortunately, Daoist Jing'an came late.

Three quarters of an hour late.

It was after Daoist Qianhe appeared that Daoist Jing'an showed his figure.

If it is said that there is nothing tricky in it, he will never believe it.

His Dao Dan was damaged just now, although he didn't know who did it.

But he knew that this account must be counted on Taoist Jing'an's head.

But the matter has come to this point, it is meaningless for him to pursue it further.

"Private matters..."

"Then Master will give you a ride."

Master Jing An nodded.

……

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After half a day.

Feiyu Immortal Palace, the residence of the Hai family, one of the great houses in the Nine Mountains, is a separate courtyard.

I heard that Song Dao is about to die.

His wife Hai Shuzhu hurried over with her young son to see Song Dao for the last time.

"Husband..."

In the house, seeing Song Dao with only the illusory soul left, Hai Shuzhu burst into tears and choked speechlessly.

Although she wanted to scold Song Dao, why didn't she listen to her uncle's divination and insisted on going to Wangchuanhai, which led to such a miserable scene.

But after the words circled around her throat, she swallowed them again.

When a person is about to die, there is no need to be harsh.

"Husband, do you have any last words to say? Let's go to my uncle!"

Hai Shuzhu wiped the tears from her face, raised her eyes to look at Taoist Jing'an who was meditating with her eyes closed, and said.

The Daoist Lords of Pan Palace basically belong to the master-student lineage.

In the same vein as the family, they have always been at odds.

Although she didn't know that Song Dao's death had a great relationship with Taoist Jing'an, she knew that even if Song Dao had a last word, it would be inconvenient for Song Dao to reveal it in front of Taoist Jing'an.

The spiritual consciousness of the low-level monks cannot avoid the high-level monks.

At this time, Song Dao was even weaker than monk Xianji.

"No need."

Song Dao shook his head. He stroked his wife's soft hair for a while, then hugged his five-year-old son, and sighed: "I don't have to avoid Master Jing'an for my last words."

Finished.

He pondered for a while, then took out the Ling Xiao knife, and handed it to the youngest son, "This Ling Xiao knife was passed down to me by your ancestor, the magic weapon of our destiny passed down from generation to generation by Ling Xiao..."

"As a father today, I will give you this magic weapon."

"It's just that... the origin of this knife has been consumed by the father, and it is no longer enough for you to rely on."

Song Dao lamented.

Ling Xiao's lineage has been passed down for thousands of years.

To grow up to the stage of Daojun is to truly inherit the lineage of Taoism.

Back then, his master Ling Xiao Taoist divided the origin of the Ling Xiao Dao and made three talisman treasures for him.The origin of the Ling Xiao knife was greatly damaged.

If he becomes a Taoist monarch, he can make up for the origin of Ling Xiao Dao, just like his teacher.Pass on this sword as an inheritance to younger disciples.

But now, he is just a Dan Zhenjun.

"There are three major hatreds for my father in my life. If you have the heart and strength, you can avenge your father."

"This first hatred is that Xu Xing cut off his father's dragon veins and his father's first-rank Taoist alchemy path, and then he belittled and humiliated me."

"The second hatred is the unfair sentence of Yuan Rui, the former head of the sect, which caused my father to suffer unfair injustice, and went to Hell for 50 years. It was a waste of time."

"The third hate is..."

Song Dao held the young son's palm and murmured with his lips. When he talked about the third hate, he didn't say anything for a long time.

It seems that a big change has been encountered.

A trace of black breath wrapped around his soul body.

He kicked back a few steps, approached the bed, leaned limply on the side of the bed rail, and looked up at the outside of the house.

"turn out to be……"

"Even if I don't meet Daoist Qianhe, Song will not be able to avoid this death."

Song Dao's complexion was gray and defeated.

He once again felt the ominous coming.

But this time, it was more ferocious and unpredictable than the previous four times.

Even if his Dao Dan has not been damaged, he will die after encountering this curse.

After a while, Song Dao's soul collapsed on the bed, and slowly collapsed, leaving only some black unknown gravel.

"father!"

Song Dao's young son wailed loudly, knelt down and wailed.

The servants in the wing room also had a more mournful look.

Although this Song Zhenjun is a true emperor, he is not a big airs on weekdays. He is extremely kind and takes good care of them.

"Nephew Hai..."

"Uncle Master has retired."

Daoist Jing'an who was meditating at the side opened his eyes, shook his head, got up and said.

"This time I thank my uncle for saving my humble husband, and I will send my uncle off..."

Hai Shuzhu gave a speech on etiquette.

"no need."

Daoist Jing'an flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the Hai family's residence without a trace.

"An'er, what did your father write in your third will?"

When Taoist Jing'an left, Hai Shuzhu came to the side of the young son who was kneeling and howling, turned over the palm of the young son, saw that there was nothing, and asked quickly.

She had an intuition that Song Dao's third hatred didn't come out because Song Dao was about to die and couldn't say it, but because he had other deep meanings.

"Mom, Dad didn't write anything."

Song An was taken aback.

Although he is four years old, he is the heir born after Song Dao Dao Dan, carrying part of Song Dao's physique, congenital and holy.

"what?"

"Nothing written?"

Hai Shuzhu frowned.

She paced in the wing room for a while, thinking about messages one by one in her mind.

"So you killed my husband!"

"Jing'an Taoist Lord!"

"The revenge of killing my husband, my Hai family has recorded it, and I will not let it go easily."

Hai Shuzhu said coldly.

(End of this chapter)