God Killer

() The eldest grandsons of the Twelve Pillars have already arrived at the foot of the mountain, and they all have ugly faces. They have made preparations for this step, but from the beginning to the end, they never thought of actually using it.

And unexpectedly, Tu Jun was much better prepared than them in this regard.

And the eight immortal cultivators in the mountain who were releasing their spiritual thoughts to shuttle through the rocks to find a way out all opened their eyes, their faces were ashen ashes, the rocks above their heads were constantly cracking, and the explosion shook the whole world. The mountain, of course, made the precarious rock above their heads collapse at any time.

The silver-haired old woman suddenly turned her head to look at the one-armed Taoist holding a jade tablet, threw a crutch towards him and shouted, "Taoist Yinjiao, are you crazy? You reported it to the outside? You want us all to die here?"

Taoist Yinjiao never dodged or resisted, and was thrown flying directly. After landing lightly, he spit out a mouthful of blood, put away the jade tablet, and said with a wry smile on his gray face: "It is said that people are in Jianghu. No, but the Shenxian family can't help themselves, Yemei Jinliantu's family is bound to win, and the situation here must be passed back."

The silver-haired old woman shook her head and sighed: "We mortal politicians are just a stopgap measure. If your sect wants to pass on a solid foundation in this world without immortality, there are many difficulties, but you have really succeeded in cultivating immortality. Running dog, extremely pathetic!"

Taoist Yinjiao raised his eyebrows slightly, and said: "What do you mean by cultivating immortals and becoming a running dog? If I, Taoist Yinjiao, were not focused on the inheritance of my Wugu Daomen, I only wanted to think that the ancestors would return to this land one day. In the dojo, do you think I will come here to fight life and death? The world is so big, there is really no room for me, the Silver Flood Dragon, who is in the realm of alchemy?"

"Who doesn't know that the most taboo thing to cultivate to the realm of alchemy is to consume the power of vitality. At this time, all the power should be used to shape the great alchemy of humanity. I gave up the possibility of cultivating the Dao and the realm of stellar energy. Where did I come from? Mother of Lightning, Qiu Po, tell me, how can I become a lackey? Is there a lackey like me in the world?"

Taoist Yinjiao was obviously touched by the old woman's words of cultivating immortals and becoming a running dog, his voice was loud and his emotions were extremely excited.

Qiu Po, Mother of Lightning, sighed slightly when she heard the words, among the immortal cultivators present, who would like to be entrusted by ordinary people?Most of them came out of the sect because of the reason of the sect, including those cultivators who died outside, each of them gave up the dignity of the cultivator, compromised, and finally died. According to their sect, these people are all heroes, and it would be unfair to say that they are lackeys.

All the immortal cultivators present were touched, and they were speechless for a while, and an extremely oppressive atmosphere froze in the small space.

Fortunately, the cracked boulders above their heads no longer continued to crack, so they could take a breath of relief.

However, just after taking a breath, there was another rumbling noise from outside. The blasting team was going to blast the entire Cao Tomb into a big hole, leading directly to the Cao Wang Palace. Of course, it is impossible to achieve the goal with one or two blasts. , It takes layers of explosions to blast out a passage at the fastest speed.

The rocks that had stopped cracking on the heads of the group of immortal cultivators made a crackling sound again, and layers of rock fragments began to rustle down.

These eight immortal cultivators are at least in the realm of condensing alchemy. Although they have great supernatural powers, they can't compete with the power of a mountain. At this time, they can only smile wryly.

At this moment, the extremely pale grimace appeared again on the rock wall, and the eight immortal cultivators were taken aback for a moment, and Taoist Yinjiao couldn't help but be furious: "The matter has come to this, and you still come to take advantage of it, you really think we are mud Can't we make grass?"

Said Taoist Yinjiao was about to attack as soon as he waved his whisk, but mother of electricity, Qiu Po, frowned and stopped in front of Taoist Yinjiao with a cane.

That pale grimace slowly overflowed from the rock wall, like a thin piece of paper, floated to a corner of this small space, then sank slowly, fell into the ground, and disappeared there.

The eight immortal cultivators were stunned for a moment. The pupil-like immortal cultivator adjusted his glasses, and then he was overjoyed. He clasped his hands together in front of him, raised his index fingers to face each other, and spit out the word "broken stone." Flying out, it hit the place where the ghost face disappeared, and as the yellow light ball fell on the ground, the ground there began to crumble, and a big pit appeared in the blink of an eye.

There is nothing special about the appearance of a big pit.

They were in such a crisis because Taoist Yinjiao communicated with the outside world and informed Tu Jun of the situation, so he couldn't help but feel a little guilty. At this time, he directly released a divine thought, drilled into the ground, and explored the road. At this time, he had already taken care of Don't let that god-eating grimace set a trap to tear him apart.

Before, they each sent out their thoughts to sneak into the rocks and look for a way out, but the progress was slow, because they were guarding against the ghostly face from devouring their spiritual sense. They have lost the ability to attack and act, so they must be guarded against.

Taoist Yinjiao's soul dived tens of meters, and then floated up, with a look of disappointment, there was no way out below.

The pupil-like immortal cultivator was not reconciled, and continued to open his mouth to break rocks. He broke rocks four times, and went straight down 15 meters. Unblock it.

Under the big pit, there were lights and sounds, as well as a humid wind rushing up.

At this moment, the mountain trembled again, the rock on the top of the head suddenly shattered and fell down, and eight immortal cultivators scrambled to get into the big pit.

Amidst a burst of dust and gravel, the eight immortal cultivators rolled out in a panic, and then fell into the river with a plop, which turned out to be an underground river.

Taoist Yinjiao fell into the river, and only then did he suddenly realize that there is a restriction to confuse the spiritual thoughts in that cave, otherwise he would not be able to find the passage only ten meters away if he dived tens of meters.

Although he fell into the underground river, the rocks above his head were still falling. Taoist Yin Jiao and other immortal cultivators quickly jumped up from the water, pushing aside the falling boulders while walking in the air.

Compared with being trapped in the cave, helpless, they are much more relaxed now, and each of them finally sees life, and their spirits are excited.

They were about to go down the river, but there was a howling that pierced into the soul suddenly. They turned their heads and saw the grimace suspended in the air, glanced at them, and then went upstream.

These immortal cultivators immediately turned around and went upstream.

At the foot of Caofen Mountain, there is a spring, which is dry in winter and full in summer. In summer, it is a small lake, but now it is a flat and dry grassland.

With a loud bang, several figures rushed out of the dry land amidst the flying mud.

Yinjiao Taoist, Xianmiao, Dianmother Qiupo, golden jade boy Curan with a schoolbag on his back, Hammer Yanji, who wears a vest in winter and shows his towering chest muscles, is blind, his eyes are white, and an old man in white clothes with a sword hanging from his waist White Swordsman, after these six people fell to the ground, they were still in shock.

Mother of Lightning, Qiu Po ​​showed a wry smile on her face and said, "Two more were buried in the ground. We lost a bit too miserably this time."

Xianmiao wiped the sweat from her temples and said: "We didn't lose to Lin, but to this Caofen. Lin just used the power of Caofen to suppress us. If it is true If we start a fight, can't we kill that grimace? Wu Huo's three soul-absorbing techniques can deal with him."

The white swordsman in white with white hair and white eyes sighed hoarsely: "What's the use of saying this now? In the end, we were pointed out a way out by that surnamed Lin, otherwise, we would have been buried at the bottom of the mountain. A puddle of mud!"

At this time, the white swordsman's pale eyes looked at the Caofen mountain.

The rest of the cultivators also had to look over.

Seeing that the majestic Caofen Mountain is constantly collapsing at this time, the rumbling sound can not be heard, and there are more than ten military planes circling in the sky. At this time, the method of blasting people has passed. Those ten military planes were firing artillery shells uninterruptedly to blast the mountain and clear the way.

The roar of the avalanche deeply shocked these immortal cultivators. Although the immortal cultivators are superb in supernatural powers, compared with this human firearm, at least they, immortal cultivators above condensed core, have almost no power to fight back against the human firearm.

Who said that all ordinary people are ants?In front of this firearm, they are ants.

All the immortal cultivators fell into such emotion, and felt a little lost for a while. Immortal cultivators have always been aloft existences, overlooking all living beings, but now their status is extremely embarrassing. This feeling of falling from the highest to the mortal world, Really uncomfortable.

Dianmu Qiupo's words about cultivating immortals to become lackeys not only stimulated Taoist Yinjiao, but also stimulated all the cultivators present, even Dianmu Qiupo herself.

Seeing such an attack power at this time, every immortal cultivator felt disheartened. This is just a very common method among mortal weapons. If it is really that kind of huge warhead, let alone What kind of nuclear bombs, hydrogen bombs, and all kinds of conventional missiles are not something these cultivators can compete with.

These immortal cultivators have been abandoned by Twelve Pillars, at least when the grandsons of Twelve Pillars started breaking down the mountain, the eldest grandsons of Twelve Pillars never considered their life or death.

But they didn't expect that these guys who were born with the diamond key would have any human emotions, and they never regarded themselves as part of the twelve pillars, obeying the twelve pillars, but they It just needs the many conveniences of the twelve pillars.

So they will not have any disappointment.

There is no point in continuing to stay. Deputy Director Lin saved their lives at a critical moment. He has no shame in looking for Deputy Director Lin to compete for the lotus seeds of the Yemei Golden Lotus. These immortal cultivators have not given up their own. Smooth and thicken the skin.

The remaining six immortal cultivators looked at each other, said goodbye to each other, and then went their separate ways.

However, Xianmiao didn't move, she just stood there in a daze, several immortal cultivators who had already left came back to Xianmiao, followed Xianmiao's somewhat empty gaze, it was the The trembling Cao Fen.

A group of immortal cultivators couldn't help feeling strange, and looked at Xian Miao, who was called the dictionary of immortal family life.

Xianmiao suddenly said: "According to the legend, King Cao was beheaded by a mortal, and the mortal shattered the stele of King Cao, but a piece of the stele disappeared. Comparable to an immortal, he always has all kinds of means to survive. Therefore, there are rumors that a spirit of King Cao is hidden in the broken body of the stele, and has been lurking at the bottom of Cao's grave, in a deep sleep. This legend is true or false."

Taoist Yinjiao frowned slightly and said: "If it's true? King Cao already existed a thousand years ago, and after a thousand years of grinding, there may be very little left of a soul."

Mother of Lightning Qiu Po ​​also nodded and said: "That's right, even the existence of the realm of casting monuments does not have a physical body..."

Mother Dian said that there should be no slight pause here.

Xianmiao said: "That's right, that's what I'm worried about. King Cao may not have a physical body. It may even be reincarnated in a thousand years."

Cao Village!

The Cao family village is all in the blood of King Cao, and the existence of the casting tablet realm has been able to be reborn from the shell, and for King Cao, the best object of rebirth is naturally the inheritor of his own blood.