There's something wrong with my immortal path.

After Li Yuer.

The second person to come back was Wang Sheng.

The leader of the Qi Taoist disciple, Bading Wangsheng.

Although Wang Sheng was delayed by Xia Ming's trouble making, some time was wasted.

However, Wang Sheng's luck is still quite good.

The right general, who was running for his life in a panic, plunged into Wang Sheng's arms.

The right generals have all arrived, and Wang Sheng will naturally not let them go.

In this way, the severely injured right general was directly taken advantage of by Wang Sheng.

People, I have to admit it sometimes.

Luck is also part of strength.

After handing over the right general's head, Wang Sheng slowly looked at the old scholar who was sitting upright.

"I'd like to ask the signing officer...if I have other credentials, can I get another identity?"

As soon as Wang Sheng said these words, Li Yuer frowned slightly.

As thoughts floated around, a look of shock gradually appeared in Li Yuer's eyes.

Other credentials?

Evidence that can shake the right general's position?
Is it possible that this guy killed Prince Jingtong?
how can that be!

Li Yuer couldn't see through Wang Sheng's strength.

She was able to kill the left general because of intelligence and calculation.

Of course, killing people with borrowed swords and beheading left generals are also Li Yuer's abilities.

While Li Yu'er was thinking, the old scholar's eyes quietly became profound.

"Whichever is more important between the two, if you can show it, I will naturally help you change it."

Wang Sheng bowed slightly to the old scholar and said nothing more.

When Wang was like this, the old scholar simply closed his eyes and rested his mind.

It was quiet around him, but Wang Sheng felt quite uneasy in his heart.

Wang Sheng will not forget that there are three severed fingers of Si Liuming inside the glass prison vessel.

If this move ends, will Wang Sheng be able to take the lead with three severed fingers?
By that time, he would be the city lord of Jingtong Shituo City.

As his thoughts floated around, Wang Sheng's lips curled up into a sneer.

Liansheng thirty-seven!

Liansheng thirty-seven!
Don't think I don't know what you're up to.

This time, I will prove to the bandits on the road that my master is the number one Yasheng!
As long as I step hard on you, Hun Daozi's prestige will be damaged!

How can people like the Soul Dao be worthy of such great responsibilities?
As a disciple of Qi Daozi, Wang Sheng knew a lot of inside information.

This time's plan to change the day seems to be a bandit on the road to seize Corpse City and establish a foothold in the Sea of ​​Bones.

But in fact, this operation is a change of power within the Dao Shang Pirates.

If you can come out on top in this operation.

Then he will definitely be able to steal in the future and rank among the elders.

Even if he achieves the name of a saint, it is still unknown!
Wang Sheng even felt that what he saw was just the tip of the iceberg.

Another day, another day... another day, another day...

The young saints who are stealing on the road may have other plans.

After Wang Sheng, the third person to come back was Lieutenant General Jing Tong.

The lieutenant general was speechless, but respectfully handed over an arm.

"The thief on the road, Ji Lun, can he be Lieutenant General Jingtong?"

【呱~】

After the verification was successful, Ji Lun sat down quietly.

From the corner of his eye, he looked at the extremely quiet Ji Lun beside him.

Wang Sheng's eyes became darker and darker.

This Lieutenant General Ji Lun is not simple.

After receiving a blow from Si Liuming, he was not injured at all.

Also...his surname is Ji.

This surname has a lot of history.

While Wang Sheng was thinking, the plan to steal the city slowly came to an end.

One after another, people continued to enter the hall.

The three generals on the left, center and right have already gathered.

Five of the six Yulin Governors have returned.

All eighteen of Jingtong's side military commanders returned.

At this point, Jingtong Shituo City successfully changed its blood.

All the immortal soldiers died.

Looking at the monks in the audience, especially the three generals on the left, middle and right, the old scholar slowly showed a satisfied smile.

The separation of the three powers is the only way to be stable, and only in this way can there be harmony. The future Jingtong City cannot be reduced to a single hall.

At this moment, Wang Sheng also showed a proud smile on his lips.

Liansheng thirty-seven!
You are really embarrassed this time!

I want to see how Hun Daozi succeeds this time!

You guys just wait to be whipped by Hun Daozi!

Before the smile on Wang Sheng's face stretched, the door of the meeting room opened directly.

Everyone looked around after hearing the sound and saw two elongated figures.

The leader has a smooth head and an evil smile on his face.

And behind him is a big man who looks like a black tower.

The black man was strong, covered in blood, and his aura was powerful and terrifying.

The moment he saw that shining forehead, Wang Sheng's heartbeat slowed down by more than half a beat.

Looking at the smile on Xia Ming's lips, Wang Sheng felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"What on earth am I afraid of!? Damn it!"

"The three generals on the left, center and right are no longer available!"

"What is this guy so proud of?"

"Did you take too much epilepsy medicine?"

"Did he kill Si Liuming? How is this possible!"

"Unless! Unless... Hun Daozi helps him!"

"He cheated!"

Under Wang Sheng's uneasy gaze, Xia Ming walked towards the old scholar step by step.

Xia Ming still remembered the scene that year. At that time, the light in the cave was dim. He looked up and the old scholar looked down.

But now, the situation seemed to be a little different. As he continued to get closer, the smile on Xia Ming's face began to become more and more "bright".

Maybe Xia Ming himself didn't realize that he was starting to look more and more like a certain person.

The things buried inside him began to wake up little by little.

In other words, Xia Ming is finding what he lost little by little.

……

Place a broken skull in front of the old scholar.

Looking back, Xia Ming looked around wildly.

Looking at the faces with different expressions, Xia Ming smiled.

This is the rising star of the road thieves!
I really want to get them all in one nest!
quack quack!
Facing Xia Ming's cold gaze, all the thieves straightened their backs.

What they were afraid of was not Xia Ming, but the person behind Xia Ming's identity.

The thief on the road is a sage!
Soul Daozi!
It can be said that without Hun Daozi, there would be no Daoshang Pirates today.

Ever since Jiang Chengzi offended the Immortal Zhidao, life for the Taoist thieves has not been so easy.

Expelled from Zhongji Tianye, all the immortals joined forces to kill him, and the thieves on the road met the same fate as the devil.

Many of the senior Taoist bandits were even forced to leave the Taoist bandits in order to survive.

Just when the Taoists on the road were almost destroyed, Taoist Soul and Taoist Qi appeared.

It was they who supported the road thieves again.

Qi Daozi refined the [Big Thief Heaven].

Hun Daozi re-explained the "Great Thief Sutra".

With these two, the bandits on the road can continue to grow in this bitter and cold place in the extreme north.

There are many disciples of Yasheng and Qi Daozi. After all, we always need helpers when refining weapons.

Unlike Qi Daozi who recruited many disciples, Hun Daozi had very few disciples.

There are only a few named disciples, but their presence is low and can basically be ignored.

There are only thirty-seven disciples of Hun Daozi in Liansheng.

Although Liansheng Thirty-Seven is very talented...

But this guy is really a troublemaker who is afraid of chaos in the world.

While all the cultivators were harboring their own suspicions, Wang Sheng looked at the broken head seriously.

This... this person seems to be one of the six Yulin Guards!

Yes, absolutely yes!

The moment he saw the person's identity clearly, Wang Sheng let out a cold snort.

"The disciples of Ya Sheng are so miserable!"

"It is an insult to Ya Sheng's majesty!"

It is normal for Wang Sheng to have resentment in his heart.

He originally disliked Liansheng Thirty-Seven.

Wang Sheng was not convinced.

Why?
Why can he, Liansheng Thirty-Seven, enjoy all this so casually?
And what kind of price will he have to pay if he wants to become a disciple of Ya Sheng?

After reaching this point, Wang Sheng almost gave up everything!
unfair!
When Wang Sheng snorted coldly, Xia Ming also looked at him.

Xia Ming is playing Liansheng Thirty-Seven, a disciple of Asia Saint!

This guy Liansheng... is not a good person!

With a smile on his lips, Xia Ming spoke.

"It's a dog! Who are you? Qi Daozi has so many disciples, who are you?"

As soon as Xia Ming said these words, Wang Sheng's veins popped out and his eyes turned red.

Obviously, Xia Ming's words touched Wang Sheng's pain point.

Before Wang Sheng could speak, Xia Mingji shouted arrogantly again.

"My master is Soul Daozi!"

"You... all told me the truth!"

"My master! Soul Daozi!"

The sound echoed, and there was deathly silence in the hall.

Even the old scholar who signed the lottery slowly frowned.

……

At the same time, at the highest point of the Thief Heaven. Several figures with their bodies covered and shrouded in mist were quietly watching the scene in the hall.

When they heard "My master, Soul Daozi", everyone looked at one of the hazy figures in unison.

The figure was somewhere between reality and reality. Although his body was illusory, his eyes were terrifyingly deep.

What was a little surprising was that there was no hint of anger in those eyes.

Not only were there no signs of anger in those eyes, but there was also a hint of joy.

It seemed that he liked this sentence very much.

……

"The main hall is quiet, please don't make any noise."

With a scolding, the old scholar dipped his pen in blood and fed it directly to the paperweight toad.

Glancing at Xia Ming from the corner of his eye, the old scholar also murmured in his heart.

[Is this guy a donkey? 】

[After being detained for so many years, he still remains stubborn. 】

[That is to say, Yasheng is merciful. If it were me, I would have killed this guy long ago. 】

[Forget it, forget it, I can’t afford to offend this guy. 】

[Hurry up and finish the job. 】

With his thoughts clear, the old scholar began his inquiry.

"Jing Tong, Qidian Cultivator, the number one Linwei, Yu Wenhuan?"

【Quack. 】

"When this person dies, his soul perishes?"

【Quack. 】

……

Finally, the old scholar Fang looked at Xia Ming again.

"Liansheng thirty-seven."

"Confirmed? I'll write your name on it."

Before Xia Ming had time to answer, Wang Sheng beside him could not suppress the anger in his heart.

He was originally a Qi Daozi who brought him to forge weapons, and his anger was not ordinary.

Horsey!
Bone Burial Sea insulted me like that!
My king is also a disciple of Pirate Saint on the Tao!

I'm not a soft persimmon!

So what about your master, Hun Daozi!
With his thoughts clear, Wang Sheng spoke directly.

"Are you worthy of being a disciple of Ya Shenghun Taoist disciple?"

"How can you handle a mere Yulin Guard?"

"Are you insulting Ya Sheng?"

As soon as Wang Sheng said these words, there was a sudden silence in the hall.

The two saint disciples attack each other...

The nature of this matter has become somewhat different.

Hearing the sound and looking towards Wang Sheng, Xia Ming's smile became more ferocious.

Raising his hand to take a picture of the broken head on the table, Xia Ming threw it directly to Po Liuhan.

"There is a labor certificate written on his body."

Before he finished speaking, Xia Ming stepped onto the long table in the main hall.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone, Xia Ming walked towards Wang Sheng step by step.

Seeing Xia Ming like this, Wang Sheng directly spoke angrily.

"Here's the signature, how dare you be so presumptuous!"

"Is this Ya Sheng's disciple? So unruly!"

"Do you still see thieves on the road?"

Standing on the high ground of rules, Wang Sheng would not spare Xia Ming.

His words became sharper and his tone became extremely cold.

At the end of the day, Wang Sheng was at a loss for what to do.

"today!"

"I will discipline you well on behalf of Saint Ya!"

Wang Sheng is the Bading.

The battle against Liansheng Thirty-Seven was easy.

It's a pity that Wang Sheng is not facing Liansheng Thirty-Seven at this moment.

The moment Wang Sheng was about to stand up, he felt a fierce murderous intention.

In a daze, Wang Sheng seemed to see a biting eye!

The vortex connects and twists everything.

At this moment of confusion, Xia Ming had already arrived in front of Wang Sheng.

Then, Xia Ming opened and closed his hands, and a head appeared out of thin air.

Looking at the head placed in front of him, Wang Sheng was stunned.

This……

He seems to have seen this head before!
This……

Isn’t this the one who is riding the horse, Si Liuming, the crown prince of Jingtong?

Do not!
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!

In an almost instinctive reaction, Wang Sheng spoke sharply.

"You! You cheated! How could you kill Si Liuming!"

"He is the Lord of the Eight Cauldrons! He also has quasi-immortal weapons! Immortal magic!"

"How could you possibly kill him!"

Seeing Wang Sheng who was already in a state of confusion, Xia Ming slapped him in the face.

With the physical body in full swing, Wang Sheng could not avoid Xia Ming's slap.

Snapped--

Xia Ming's slap was not merciful at all.

The left side of Wang Sheng's face was bloody and bloody, his teeth were broken, and Xia Ming's right hand was dripping with blood.

According to Liansheng Thirty-Seven’s personality before, he would also slap this slap.

But Xia Mingda had a deeper consideration.

Soul Taoist is already difficult enough.

There is actually a Taoist with that weapon among the thieves on the road!
If he can cause some trouble for Taoist Soul... maybe he can fish in troubled waters.

Only when the snipe and the clam fight can the fisherman profit!

His right finger was stained with blood, and Xia Ming poked Wang Sheng's forehead hard.

Again and again, extremely contemptuous.

"I didn't kill Si Liuming."

"It's okay to tell you, this head was stolen from me."

"I stole it as soon as I stole it. Are you angry?"

"As a disciple of Ya Sheng, you dare to make rash decisions? Who gave you the courage?"

"Where do you put Lord Dian Dian?"

"In your eyes...are there any thieves on the road?"

"Do you still have Ya Sheng in your eyes?"

Hearing Xia Ming's words, Wang Sheng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Anger attacks the heart and has nowhere to go.

Then, Wang Shengkuang vomited a large mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Xia Ming threw Si Liuming's head directly to the old scholar.

Not daring to delay, the old scholar licked his pen, dipped it in blood, and immediately fed it to the paperweight toad.

Accompanied by the crisp croaking sound.

There was dead silence.

Straightening his spine little by little, Xia Ming's smile grew crazier.

"My master! Soul Daozi!"

The same sentence sounds completely different to everyone.

When Xia Ming first said this, everyone thought he was an ignorant second-generation ancestor.

He himself has no ability, but he has an elder with an astonishing background.

Because of the existence of this elder, everyone could only endure it.

But now when everyone heard this sentence again, they heard a new flavor.

yes……

He is Hun Daozi's disciple.

If the master is so strong, can the disciple be simple?

really!

The rumors are not credible!
This Liansheng Thirty-Seven is so well hidden!

If he doesn't make a sound, he will be a blockbuster. Hun Daozi is worthy of being a sub-sage!

Ya Sheng's eyes are extremely vicious!

Liansheng Thirty-Seven can kill the prince, so wouldn’t Taoist Soul be as good as an immortal?

……

During this time, the thief is at the top of the sky.

All the figures looked at Hun Daozi one after another, under the gaze of everyone.

Hun Daozi's eyes were indifferent, as if everything was as expected.

"The scoundrel is so naughty, all fellow Taoists are laughing at him."

As soon as Hun Daozi said this, the cultivators said nothing more.

Then, next to Hun Daozi, Qi Daozi, who was surrounded by twinkling sparks, spoke.

"That's it for Jingtong."

"The matter of the Bone Burial Sea can also be put on the agenda."

"That respectful device down there...it's time to touch it."

"If he doesn't move, neither can we."

Having said this, Qi Daozi looked around, and all the cultivators nodded silently.

His eyes turned, and Qi Daozi's voice became a little colder.

"Luoxian Ridge is a lesson for us."

"This is a difficult road, so we have to be more cautious."

"Qianyuan's eyes...Zhidao's sword bone...Jingtong's body..."

"The Dantian of Daguan...the blood of Daye..."

"We all have to want it." (End of chapter)