A seal of immortality

Chapter 660 Goodbye Junior Sister

As the head of the ten orthodox sects, Taiqing Palace is highly respected by other orthodox sects. However, in the eyes of the Mo Dao sects, Taiqing Palace is a thorn in their side, a thorn in their flesh. Zongmen is heinous, and it is their righteous responsibility to subdue demons and demons.

Both the righteous and the devil do not like each other. Although they will not fight, there is a lot of friction in private.

If the disciples of the righteous and the devil meet, they will definitely die endlessly.

On a desolate plain at the junction of Luzhou and Luzhou, the disciples of the righteous and the devil are fighting.

A dozen or so monks in black robes were directing dozens of bronze-armored corpse refiners, surrounding a dozen or so immortal cultivators with Tai Chi patterns on their clothes, and desperately attacking them.

The people wearing black robes are naturally disciples of the Demon Sect. Judging from the humanoid ghost patterns on their clothes, these people are clearly the head of the Ten Demon Sects, the Ten Thousand Demon Palace, and the immortal cultivators with the Tai Chi pattern on their clothes are obviously Tai Chi. Disciple of Qing Palace.

Dozens of corpses were lying on the ground, including people from Taiqing Palace and Wanmo Palace, most of them were from Taiqing Palace, and the dead Taiqing Palace disciples had blood holes the size of two fingers on their necks.
These bronze-armored corpses are invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, and the disciples of the Wanmo Temple also shot together. The number of Taiqing Palace disciples is getting smaller and smaller. They work together to prop up a golden light curtain several feet in size, barely blocking the bronze-armored corpses. attack.

In the sky, a white flood dragon with a length of more than ten feet scuffled with a giant python with two heads and a length of more than ten feet.

The breath of the white flood dragon was a little weak, and many scales on its body fell off.

"Junior Brother Chen, you take Junior Sister Li to escape, and I will break up with Junior Brother Zhou." A round-faced Huangshan woman ordered, holding a red conch shell in her hand and a bell in each hand.

"Senior Sister Zhao, Junior Sister Li and I don't have much mana left. We can't run very far. You might be able to escape by riding the Bihanjiao." A tall man in white shook his head and said in a deep voice .

"That's right! Sister Ling'er, ride the Bihan Jiao and escape for your life! If you drag on, none of us will be able to escape." A blue-shirted woman nodded in agreement.

Hearing this, the woman in the yellow shirt gritted her teeth and agreed, her expression moved, the white flood dragon shook its head and tail, shook off the two-headed giant python, and flew towards her quickly.

"Hmph, it's not so easy to run away." Seeing this, a tall and thin monk in black robes snorted softly and said with a sneer. As soon as his expression moved, the giant python with two heads chased after him. His speed was faster than that of the white flood dragon. Faster minutes.

At this moment, a huge green ghost claw suddenly appeared above the head of the two-headed giant python, and grabbed it down.

With a scream, the body of the two-headed python quickly shriveled up, turning into a mummy in the blink of an eye.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the white dragon twisted its body and flew back to the top of the Huangshan woman. It opened its bloody mouth and spewed out a large expanse of white cold air. The bodies of several bronze armored corpses froze quickly and turned into ice sculptures. Living.

"Who? Dare to destroy the good things of our Palace of Demons?" The tall and thin monk's face darkened, and he said coldly, turning his head to look around.

"If your Nascent Soul cultivator from the Temple of Demons is here, you can still talk to me like this, what are you?" A cold male voice suddenly sounded.

As soon as the words fell, the void space more than a hundred feet high fluctuated together, and a man in black with handsome features suddenly appeared. It was Wang Changsheng.

"This junior is the registered disciple of Daoist Master Shattering Soul of Wanmo Temple. I offended you just now, so please forgive me this time." Hastily opened his mouth to beg for mercy.

The woman in the yellow shirt and other Taiqing Palace disciples felt the spiritual pressure on Wang Changsheng's body, and their expressions also changed.

Wang Changsheng ignored the tall and thin man, turned his head to look at the woman in the yellow shirt and the white dragon below, pondered for a moment, and asked, "What's your name, the one with the conch in his hand."

"Junior Taiqing Palace Zhao Ling'er." The woman in the yellow shirt said bravely, with a very nervous expression.

"Zhao Ling'er?" Wang Changsheng revealed a look of reminiscence when he heard the words, and then asked: "What is your father's name? Which cultivating family does your mother come from?"

"My father, Zhao Qingshan, and my mother are from the Li family in Guanning County, do the seniors know the junior's parents?" Zhao Linger asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng nodded his head, his face relaxed, he slapped the body bag on his waist with his palm, and Ye Mingyue flew out of it.

"Kill them all." Wang Changsheng stretched out his hand and pointed at the disciples of Wanmo Temple, and ordered coldly.

Hearing this, the tall and thin man and the others changed their expressions and hurriedly dispersed and fled, not even wanting their own refined corpse.

Ye Mingyue flicked her sleeves, and a jet-black command flag flashed out. The command flag swelled against the wind, and a large black mist gushed out. A miserable ghost cry suddenly sounded, and the wind gusts.

After the black mist rolled and surged for a while, it split into more than a dozen strands, and quickly swept towards the fleeing disciples of the Wanmo Temple, and soon caught up with the disciples of the Wanmo Temple, and the black mist engulfed their bodies.

There was a scream, and the black mist quickly shrank back, leaving only bones on the ground.

This ghost Luofan has absorbed the spirits of thousands of monks. In addition to the spirits of hundreds of monks in the foundation building period, there are also a few spirits in the alchemy period. The power is no less than that of ordinary ghost magic weapons.

Ye Mingyue opened her mouth and spewed out a red glow, covering the bronze armored corpses that were attacking Zhao Linger and the others. Black air emitted from all the bronze armored corpses, all of which were sucked into the mouth by the glow.

The bronze-armored corpse, which had lost all its body aura, stopped immediately. Under the sunlight, a puff of blue smoke rose and turned into a puddle of foul-smelling black liquid.

Ye Mingyue licked her red lips, with a satisfied expression on her face, she looked at Zhao Linger and the others.

Seeing Ye Mingyue looking over, Zhao Linger and the others turned pale.

"Okay, you've just advanced not long ago, so go back to raising body bags!" Wang Changsheng ordered, and after speaking, he said to Zhao Linger and the others: "Except for Zhao Linger, everyone else go!"

Ye Mingyue responded, turned into a ray of red light and flew back into the body bag.

"Our Taiqing Palace disciples are by no means greedy for life and afraid of death. If you want to take Senior Sister Zhao away, you must first step on our corpse." The man in white put on an appearance of not being afraid of death, and said righteously.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng frowned, and his lips moved a few times.

Zhao Linger's ears moved, her eyes were full of doubts, she pondered for a while, and she said, "Junior Brother Chen, you go! I can just stay, don't worry, I will be fine."

"But..." The man in white wanted to say something else.

"It's nothing. I'm the co-rudder master. Listen to my order and leave immediately. Be sure to deliver the things to the destination on time." Zhao Ling'er glared at the man in white and said unceremoniously.

"Yes, Senior Sister Zhao." The man in white hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and agreed, and left with the other fellow students.

Wang Changsheng flickered and landed in front of Zhao Linger with a melancholy expression.

"Senior is really my sixth senior brother?" Zhao Linger asked cautiously, with a very disturbed expression.

"If it's fake, I gave you this Bihan Jiao! And the conch in your hand, I brought it back from overseas. I was imprisoned in the Law Enforcement Palace back then, and I asked you to help me give it to you!" Senior Sister Murong delivered the letter! Have you forgotten all of this?" Wang Changsheng said with a light smile.

After hearing these words, Zhao Linger's face became cloudy and uncertain.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng frowned, and slapped the spirit animal bag on his waist with his palm, and Xiao Hei flew out of it immediately.

"Do you remember it? When you were a child, you flew into the sky in it! I remember you set fire to several bamboo buildings owned by Uncle Li. I've said so much, don't you believe that I am your sixth senior brother?" Wang Changsheng He said slowly, with a faint smile on his face.

"I believe you are my Sixth Senior Brother, but Sixth Senior Brother, are you a demon monk now?" Zhao Linger nodded with a complicated look on her face.

She lived in the Taiqing Palace since she was a child, and she was taught to subdue demons and eliminate demons, and not to join forces with demons. Even if Wang Changsheng was her sixth senior brother, she would not be able to accept it for a while.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng looked a little disappointed, sighed, and asked solemnly: "If I say yes, are you going to do justice for the heavens and kill me?"

"I won't, because you are my sixth senior brother and my father's most important disciple, what about you! Will you kill me and refine me into a zombie?" Zhao Linger shook her head, bit her red lips tightly, asked seriously.

"Master's great kindness and virtue back then, I will never forget it. You will always be my little junior sister. Senior brother loves you before it is too late. How could he kill you!" Wang Changsheng shook his head and said every word, with an extremely serious expression.

"Senior Brother Six, why did you betray Taiqing Palace back then? Do you know that Uncle Murong has been looking for you all these years?" Zhao Linger asked after hearing this, her expression softened and she hesitated for a moment.

"Master Uncle Murong? You mean Bing'er?" Wang Changsheng's pupils shrank when he heard this, his face was full of shock.

"Yes, Master Murong is now the law enforcement elder of the Law Enforcement Palace. She has been looking for you all these years, and she almost dug Da Song three feet into the ground." Zhao Linger nodded and said with a complicated expression.

Murong Bing's search for Wang Changsheng is well known in the Taiqing Palace. People who don't know think that Murong Bing is looking for Wang Changsheng. Those who know know that Murong Bing is looking for Wang Changsheng. Xin, naturally know the relationship between the two.

"Bing'er, is she married?" Wang Changsheng asked with a gloomy expression when he heard the words, and was silent for a while.

"No, I've been single all this time. I heard that Uncle Yang Qian from Qianjian's lineage came to ask for marriage, but was kicked out by Uncle Murong directly." Zhao Ling'er shook her head.

"Hmph, Yang Qian, he still has the face to propose to Bing'er." Wang Changsheng snorted lightly, sneered, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. ,

Wang Changsheng had an intuition that Yang Qian might have participated in the massacre of the Wang family. Of course, this was just his guess. Whether Yang Qian was involved in the tragedy would not be known until Wang Changsheng checked. Wang Changsheng would definitely not let Yang Qian go for the grievances and grievances in Xingchenhai.

"Senior Brother Six, are you planning to return to the sect?" Zhao Ling'er hesitated for a while and asked.

"Do you think I can go back? I'm afraid the Law Enforcement Hall hasn't withdrawn its pursuit of me!" Wang Changsheng shook his head and said sarcastically.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, no matter what I become, you will always be my little junior sister, you accept these things, it is a gift from my sixth senior brother, you used to ask for things when you met me Yes." Wang Changsheng said with a chuckle, and after speaking, he took out a storage bag from his arms and handed it to Zhao Linger.

Zhao Ling'er's heart warmed up, her eyes were reddish, she took the storage bag, opened it, her face was full of shock, besides some pills, there were also a few gleaming magic weapons and a pile of spirit stones.

"By the way, you are not allowed to tell others that you have seen me, especially Bing'er, you understand?" Wang Changsheng warned.

"Senior Brother Six, don't you think doing this is cruel to Master Murong?" Zhao Linger hesitated for a moment, then said cautiously.

"If Bing'er knows that I have become a monk of the magic way, it will hurt her even more." Wang Changsheng sighed, his face extremely complicated.

"Let's not talk about that, where are you going? I'll give you a ride!" Wang Changsheng asked with a smile on his face.

"I want to go back to the main helm, are you going?" Zhao Linger asked after pondering for a while.

"Chief helm?" Wang Changsheng murmured to himself, took a deep breath, nodded and said, "Go, why not go, come up."

After finishing speaking, he patted the storage bag on his waist with the palm of his hand, and a small black boat flew out of it, swelled against the wind, and hovered at a constant high above the ground.

Wang Changsheng jumped up immediately, and Zhao Linger followed suit.

Wang Changsheng made a tactic with one hand, and a black light curtain suddenly emerged, covering the entire black flying boat.

"Let's go." With Wang Changsheng's low shout and a "whoosh", the black flying boat flew towards the sky, and disappeared into the sky after a few flashes.

(End of this chapter)