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Chapter 229 You, Han Xiangzi, cannot succeed with the imperial weapon; as soon as the edict is issued, all ghosts respond [Please subscribe]

After having a plan in mind, Han Xiangzi looked calm and showed no signs of panic.

He raised his hand slightly, and a green glow flew out of the top door.

In an instant, it turned into a long flag, and above the surface of the flag, green mist flowed, and the clouds and seals were golden.

As soon as this treasure came out, it immediately released the aura of thousands of layers of dust, which was blazing white. As soon as the black blood cloud between heaven and earth came into contact, it suddenly made a loud roar and turned into wisps of white smoke.

In less than a few breaths, the originally gloomy world suddenly became a little brighter.

At the end, the flag rolled up, and as he swallowed, the sky was filled with clouds and rays of light. The nine drops of demon essence and blood in this blood-transforming golden bell were gradually refined into nothingness in the unbelievable expression of the ancestor who turned his head!

"This...how is this possible?"

"The devil's essence and blood were smelted like this?!"

"What kind of magic weapon is that?"

"Isn't the imperial weapon successful?!"

The ancestor turned his head and was horrified, feeling shocked.

You know, even Jin Bifeng, the leader of the Dispersed Cult, admires this treasure!

I think it would take a lot of effort for an ordinary true king to break through those nine drops of demon blood.

This Dongxiao master is actually quite good, he just relied on a long flag to break through the nine drops of demon blood.

The ancestor who turned his head originally wanted to use this thing against Han Xiangzi, but now it seems that he is somewhat wishful thinking.

"not good!"

"I didn't expect that Master Dongxiao was so powerful that he broke through the nine drops of demon blood in the blood-transforming golden bell!"

"You can't stay here for long, everyone should leave quickly!"

the other side.

When the Sanxian Zhao Ruoxu saw that the Blood-Transforming Golden Bell's vitality was greatly reduced and its evil power was no longer there, he immediately noticed the clues and hurriedly communicated with everyone.

As soon as he finished speaking, while the ancestor turned around and was still confronting Han Xiangzi, he immediately drove up a ray of light to escape from this place.

Unexpectedly, the escaping light was less than a hundred miles away when it was suddenly covered by a colorful glow. Zhao Ruoxu, the Loose Immortal, thought he was still struggling, but in the blink of an eye, his figure turned into countless light spots and died immediately. remove!

"Brother!"

"What a great Master Dongxiao, if you dare to kill my senior brother, I will fight with you!"

Sanxian Qian Ling saw this and shouted urgently.

The next moment, his eyes turned red, his aura surged, he opened his mouth and spat out a simple and heavy tripod, and hit Han Xiangzi!
However, as soon as the treasure tripod appeared, it was fixed by a colorful ray of light. No matter how Qian Ling tried to move it, it was of no avail!
After a while, the cauldron was heard to emit a few deafening trembling sounds, and then it turned into the size of a palm. It disappeared in an instant and was taken away by someone unknown.

"This……"

Sanxian Qian Ling's pupils froze. His Hundai cauldron could contain more than 1000 grains of earth-like real sand.

One pill is worth more than a hundred thousand dollars!
Under the superposition of thousands of grains, even the giant spirit god sitting on the tower above the heaven, where King Li Tianwang was sitting, came and did not dare to take it hard.

Unexpectedly, I was still illuminated by the colorful rays of light and took it away.

At the moment when he was horrified, the Sanxian Qian Ling suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He felt that murderous intent was coming. Without any time to think about it, he bit the tip of his tongue, held up a blood shield, and fled to the north!

But after less than a thousand miles of escaping, his body was suddenly pierced by the colorful rays of light and turned into ashes, not even his soul was left behind.

Han Xiangzi killed the Sanxian Zhao Ruoxu and the Sanxian Qian Ling in the midst of lightning and flint.

This frightened Patriarch Tuantou, Zen Master Kongkong, and Su Baotong.

Almost without thinking, when Sanxian Qian Ling escaped, the three of them also tried their best to escape from this world.

Looking at this posture, Han Xiangzi is definitely more powerful than that Dragon Girl!
This time I hit the iron plate!
Thinking that everyone had planned to kill them all before, now it seems almost impossible!

Zen Master Kongkong is cunning and insidious. He is only a little bit worse than the Sanxian Zhao Ruoxu when he realizes that the situation has reversed.

Now, in a few breaths, he had fled thousands of miles.

Zen Master Kongkong also had a string of Buddhist beads on his head, and the Buddha's light emitted was quite strong, covering it and wrapping it very tightly.

He had seen the power of the colorful rays of light, and he was afraid that he would be caught off guard and this colorful rays of light would come to him.

But the more Zen Master Kongkong thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. Just when he was frightened, the colorful rays of light suddenly broke through the clouds and shone quickly from the sky.

Zen Master Kongkong was shocked.

When he raised his head, he saw a fairy basket with clusters of flowers and brilliant rays of light appearing above his head at some unknown time. In such a daze, Zen Master Kongkong had no time to let out a scream, and his whole body suddenly turned into ashes. !
"You...what kind of treasure are you?"

Seeing the tragic death of Zen Master Kongkong in the hands of Han Xiangzi, the turning ancestor did not run away.

Instead, he stopped, looked directly at Han Xiangzi, his lips trembled, and asked tremblingly.

He already understood that it would be difficult to return to Qinglong Pass alive today!
"This is a gift from the Queen Mother, a brocade basket with eight treasures!"

With a thought in his mind, Han Xiangzi came to the ancestor who turned his head in an instant and spoke indifferently.

"Western Queen?!"

Hearing this, the ancestor turned his head and his expression changed greatly. He never expected that Master Dongxiao could be appreciated by the Queen Mother of the West and be given a valuable treasure!
This eight-treasure brocade basket is just like the long flag from before, they are both top-quality and genuine!

Even the quasi-imperial weapon is uncertain!

If the purple-gold jade flute was added to the mix, the ancestor turned his head and was suddenly shocked. Only then did he discover a real person who was not an immortal. His net worth was almost as good as that of the leader of the scattered sect?
"Master Dongxiao, you are able to obtain such a valuable treasure before you become an immortal. This is probably more important than the old Taoist thought."

"If I had known that I would have to go through such a catastrophe when I went down the mountain, I would not have agreed to the agreement with Senior Brother Li and came to help his disciple Su Baotong. Now it is too late to regret..."

"You are helping the tyrants to commit evil and don't understand the general situation. Who can you blame?"

Han Xiangzi shook his head coldly. As he spoke, the eight-treasure brocade basket turned into a ray of light and flew over. It immediately dropped a beam of fairy light and shone on the turning ancestor, obliterating him!
After killing the Ancestor Tuitou, when Han Xiangzi looked up at the world again, he realized that Su Baotong had disappeared while he was talking to the Ancestor Tuitou.

Han Xiangzi was not depressed after failing to kill Su Baotong.

Right now, the calamity of dispersing the sect is not over yet, how can he die?

"receive!"

Han Xiangzi gave a clear drink, and the eight-treasure brocade basket suddenly burst out with a suction force, swallowing up the blood-transforming golden bell.

Now, without the blessing of the devil's essence and blood, this blood-transforming golden bell must have lost most of its power.

But it is still an immortal weapon and cannot be wasted.

……

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Qinglong Pass.

Thirty miles outside the city gate, there is the Pioneer Army Camp of the Tang Dynasty.

When Dou Yihu and Qin Han saw that Han Xiangzi had not returned and there was no movement in Qinglong Pass, they couldn't help asking worriedly:

"Master Lihua, Master Dongxiao has been away for a while, why haven't you come back yet? Is something going to happen?"

"Brother Dao Han will not get into trouble easily. Even if he loses to Su Thief and others, he can retreat calmly. You don't have to worry."

Fan Lihua chuckled.

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly raised her jade neck and saw Han Xiangzi standing happily on the cloud above everyone's heads.

"Brother Dao Han, why did you come so quietly?"

Fan Lihua's head was slightly stunned and she spoke in a daze.

Fan Lihua believed that there was not much difference between her and Han Xiangzi's cultivation, but now she didn't even know when Han Xiangzi came.

This had to make her feel a little confused.

"I recently started to practice Taoism and realized an escape method."

Han Xiangzi said warmly.

After saying that, the clouds fell.

"Fellow Taoist Lihua, what are the casualties of the vanguard army?"

Han Xiangzi heard soldiers whining and wailing all around, and asked with concern.

"More than 1000 people died and more than 5000 were injured."

Fan Lihua frowned and said. "The casualties are not small..."

Han Xiangzi sighed softly.

Clinker inadvertently raised his head and saw that in the mountains in the distance, corpses were towering into the sky, and there were many innocent souls. At a glance, there were no less than 8000 people.

"When war breaks out, the people who suffer are ultimately sentient beings."

Han Xiangzi said with some sadness.

The voice fell.

As soon as he thought about it, the nine-color treasure lotus in his soul suddenly exhaled a trace of pure essence, and a puff of smoke rose from the top door of Han Xiangzi.

At the moment, he held the purple gold jade flute, took the smoke and drew a Taiyi Rebirth Talisman in the void:

"All ghosts listen to this command and return to the underworld as soon as possible!"

At this moment, Han Xiangzi seemed to have the power of heaven's constitution in his mouth. As soon as the order was issued, the heaven and earth trembled, and everything responded.

As soon as he finished speaking, countless lonely souls and wild ghosts flew towards the Taiyi Talisman of Rebirth.

Seeing this scene, Han Xiangzi flicked his fingers, and the Taiyi Talisman of Rebirth floated straight to the nearest Zhouchenghuang Temple.

Seeing this, the group of ghosts stirred up a dark wind and followed him.

The cold wind blew through the people and was chilly. When passing by the vanguard army stationed here, many soldiers noticed a chill.

But after a while, I felt warm all around.

Looking for this warm current, all the soldiers saw the Dongxiao Master standing alone in the clouds, looking into the distance.

"It seems that Brother Han Dao not only inherited the Taiyi method, but also learned the compassionate heart of Tianzun."

Seeing all the ghosts leaving this land with the Taiyi Talisman of Rebirth, Fan Lihua felt something in her heart and said.

"It's just a matter of course."

Han Xiangzi shook his head and didn't care.

Even if Han Xiangzi didn't send these ghosts away, within a few days someone would come to pick them up.

His move was just a small favor to those undercover people.

It is worth mentioning that the Taiyi Rebirth Talisman is made from the energy of Taiyi in the nine-color lotus. I think the city god will definitely be frightened when he sees it!
"When I came, I saw Zen Master Kongkong and others chasing you. Now that you are back safely, what's going on with those people?"

Fan Lihua changed the topic and asked.

"died!"

"Only Su Baotong escaped..."

Han Xiangzi replied seriously.

"Once this thief Su leaves, Qinglong Pass will no longer have a coach in charge!"

"I can enter the city later."

Hearing this, Fan Lihua's eyes lit up.

Now, after the two chatted for a few words, Fan Lihua rode the clouds back to the main army in the rear and informed Xue Dingshan and others about the death of their ancestor.

As for the vanguard army in front, Han Xiangzi was in charge, digging into the city and breaking through the barriers!

……

There is currently no cultivator at Qinglong Pass, and Marshal Su is nowhere to be found. For a moment, people are panicked and the morale of the army is scattered.

Therefore, when they learned that the Nanman army was coming, they were all frightened and at a loss.

Several men sent by the deputy commander went out to meet the enemy generals, but were easily picked off by Luo Zhang and Qin Ying.

Then, Han Xiangzi flew in the air, and with just a wave of his sleeves, the Qinglong Pass city wall collapsed.

Seeing Han Xiangzi and other Xuanmen masters displaying their power in front of the formation, the generals in the camp did not dare to fight anymore.

Now that Marshal Su has disappeared, those who are interested will definitely understand that it was some Xuanmen masters of the Southern Barbarian army who beat him away.

Even death is not certain.

How can we all, mortals, compete with such immortal figures?

Earlier, eight thousand elite soldiers had just died. Wasn't this bloody lesson enough?
Therefore, after Han Xiangzi, Xue Dingshan, Fan Lihua, Ao Jiao and other practitioners entered the city one after another, these millions of soldiers unanimously chose to surrender!
So ever.

On that day, Xue Rengui, Cheng Lao Qiansui and others led a million-strong army of the Tang Dynasty and entered Qinglong Pass with great joy!

……

……

After Yan Su Baotong escaped from Han Xiangzi, he did not dare to go back to Qinglong Pass for fear that Fan Lihua and others would catch him.

Now, Patriarch Tuitou, Zen Master Kongkong, and the Five Great Sanxian Immortals are all dead, and he can only return to the sect of his own master.

only.

Just when Su Baotong was in mourning, he drove Fayun to the master's door.

Suddenly, a black corpse cloud flew towards him not far away.

Seeing this posture, Su Baotong didn't dare to meet him, so he had to turn his head and fly west.

"Little friend, go slowly!"

At this time, a sickly voice stopped him.

Upon hearing this, Su Baotong felt that this person did not mean any harm. After hesitating for a while, he turned around.

When I turned around, I saw a cloud couch falling from the sky.

Through the floating curtain, Su Baotong saw a Taoist with a handsome appearance and thin lips, sitting on the cloud couch. On both sides were several women with black hair like waterfalls and skin like snow serving him.

"I wonder if senior asked me to stay here, what instructions do I have?"

Seeing that this person was so dignified and powerful, far superior to the ancestor Tuitou, Su Baotong's heart suddenly changed. He did not dare to offend him and hurriedly bowed his head.

"Do you know the way to Qinglong Pass?"

The man opened his mouth and said.

Say it.

Su Baotong's face changed slightly and he couldn't help but look at this person a few more times.

Think more inwardly.

In his opinion, this person's whole body was extremely corpse-like inside and out. At first glance, he was not a serious member of the Taoist sect.

On the contrary, it is quite similar to the yin energy of the white-haired old mother.

Thinking of this, Su Baotong asked tentatively:
"Xiaodao knows, but I wonder why senior went to Qinglong Pass?"

"To be honest, I am Su Baotong, the fourth generation disciple of Sanjiao disciple."

As soon as he said these words, the Taoist sitting on the cloud couch opposite opened his eyes. He was busy with a beautiful maid, sat up straight, and said softly:
"Oh, so you are the disciple that Junior Brother Li mentioned?"

"I am the Master of the Corpse Book of the Yinshan Sect!"

Hearing this, Su Baotong's face lit up with joy.

Su Baotong had often mentioned the name of Master Corpse Brother from his master Li Daofu.

Although this person is a third-generation disciple of the Yinshan Sect.

However, his cultivation level has long been comparable to that of the second generation disciples, and he is quite loved by the ancestors of Yinshan Mountain.

A body of magic, very mysterious!

"It turns out that Uncle Corpse Calligrapher is here. Xiaodao almost didn't recognize him."

Su Baotong laughed, and his words became more familiar.

"Senior Nephew Su, my uncle saw that you looked downcast and your escape was hasty, but what happened?"

(End of this chapter)