Immortal life from eternal life by leek flower pickle

“Kill.”

Facing the four fleeing people, Meng Yuanqian not only did not pursue, but put away the machete in his hand, with a hideous smile on his face.

With a wave of his right hand, the soldier behind him controls the string and draws the bow.

”

Be careful.”

Zhang Jie looked at the arrows that were like rain, stopped his galloping, turned around and swung his knife to block.

Meng Yuan soldiers can be said to have lived on horseback since childhood, and their conquest of Eurasia relied on the unparalleled riding and shooting, how to block these hundreds of arrows and mortal fetus.

Snort~

A muffled sound, one of the arrows passed through the long knife block and shot into Zhang Jie’s right chest, Zhang Jie’s hand moved, the long knife was weak, closed eyes and waited for death.

Xiuxiu~

“Second brother.” Zhang Xing shouted in a harsh voice.

Zhang Qing, who was being supported, was also grief-stricken, and the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, and said sadly: “Second uncle.”

Zhang Jie took his last breath and said weakly: “Go, go quickly.” One

slow step, one slow step.

During this short stay, a large number of Mengyuan soldiers surrounded him, and the thousand-year-old on horseback looked condescendingly at the three people in front of him, and said in an indifferent voice: “Kill.”

“Lao Tzu fought with you.”

Zhang Xing roared angrily, waved the long sword in his hand, jumped up, and stabbed towards the thousand-year-old commander. “Hehe

, cowardly Song people.” The Thousand Soldier said disdainfully.

The scimitar slashed through a cold light, and the next moment Zhang Xing’s head was directly cut off and rolled to the side, and a pair of eyes full of hatred slowly lost their brilliance.

The head rolled in front of Zhang Qing, and the little girl who was being supported in her arms rolled her eyes and passed out directly.

“Third uncle.” Zhang Qing was overwhelmed with grief.

Looking at Meng Yuan’s tartar who was constantly surrounding him, the smoke of Zhangjiabao, where he had lived since childhood, was filled with gunsmoke, and the screams had gradually stopped, and the rich bloody qi rushed straight to his mouth and nose.

“Father, mother, eldest brother, Uncle Jie, third uncle, second uncle…”

A pair of eyes looked at the Mengyuan soldier in front of him with hatred, eager to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

Holding the unconscious little sister tightly in his arms, he raised his head to the sky and roared: “Hu Yu is cruel, the official family has no way, the people are like porpoises, flesh and blood are trampled, I hate it!” Hate!

“How much hate?”

“I can’t wait to eat its flesh and drink its blood.”

“So what price are you willing to pay?”

“I’m willing to give it all.”

“Good.”

Stepping on the pedal~

Fang Xuan, who was dressed in a feather coat, stepped under his feet with blood-stained soil, and his steps were unhurried, as if coming from the void.

“What people?”

“The one who killed you.”

As soon as his mind moved, a pale skull appeared in front of him, surrounded by black mist, and the magic cloud crisscrossed.

“Go.” The

pale skull let out a mournful cry, like ten thousand ghosts wailing, fierce ghosts roaring, and the black fog surrounding the surroundings even appeared grimaces.

Quickly shuttling through these Mengyuan soldiers, as long as they are contaminated by them, they will instantly turn into dry corpses, and the essence blood in their bodies will be devoured.

The pale skull is a magic weapon, and when it is shrouded in poisonous smoke, it will instantly turn into pus and blood, and it is filled with boundless resentment, it is best to suck human essence blood. The

magic weapons refined by the Demon Dao are generally practiced with human souls, and it is the most cruel, making good use of living people, infants, tigers, spirit snakes and other living soul sacrifice furnaces, but at this time, it can give full play to its role.

The screams, frightened sounds, endlessly, that Meng Yuan Qianfu saw such a scene was also angry, brandishing the scimitar in his hand and slashing towards Fang Xuan.

“Hmph!”

Fang Xuan snorted coldly, his mind moved, and the black smoke sprayed by the pale skeleton instantly wrapped it, and without even making a scream, it turned into pus.

“Demon, demon, run.”

“Is this the punishment of the Immortal Heaven for us?”

“Don’t eat me, don’t eat me.”

“Help!”

In an instant, thousands of Mengyuan soldiers turned into dried corpses, and the pale skeleton also returned to Fang Xuan’s palm.

The originally miserable white color was stained with a faint red halo at this time, looking like a piece of blood jade, and the constantly swirling black smoke at the beginning looked even more intense.

Sure enough, the magic path is the magic way.

The more you suck blood and devour the soul, the more powerful it is.

The same Zhang Qing looked at the scene in front of him in horror, but then laughed, laughing hysterically, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

After a long while, he stood up and sorted out the clothes on his body and the messy bun on his head, gently touched the little sister who was still in a coma, and then walked to Fang Xuan’s body and bowed.

“Zhang Qing has seen him and me.”

Fang Xuan frowned slightly, flipped his right hand, took away the pale skeleton, and asked, “Do you know my identity?”

“The moment I saw your face, I knew everything.” Zhang Qing said.

Fang Xuan’s pupils shrank.

Troublesome. Zhang Qing is

his own doppelgänger of himself and Fang Xuan is also Zhang Qing’s doppelgänger of him and me, and the two are mutual.

This also means that Zhang Qing can also kill himself and inherit everything.

If one day I meet someone who is stronger than myself, if I am not careful, I will change my attack and defense.

Just like in the movie “Savior”, everything that the villain did in the early stage finally became the protagonist’s wedding dress.

Fortunately, after killing him and my doppelganger, the energy is not evenly distributed, otherwise it is simply an enemy!

“Sorry.” Fang Xuan said in a deep voice.

Zhang Qing smiled and said, “It should be me saying thank you, can you help me again in the end.”

“Say.”

“Let Jing’er live.” Zhang Qing looked at the sleepy Zhang Jingdao on the side with pampering.

“Good.”

“Thank you.”

Fang Xuan flicked his fingers, and the internal force came out of his body and instantly shattered Zhang Qing’s heart.

Along with Zhang Qing’s death, an invisible energy floated out from his body and melted into his own body.

With the integration of this energy, Fang Xuan only felt that the flesh and blood of his whole body seemed to turn into a mass of flames, and the strong flames burned up, rushing upward to the brain, and suddenly the brain heavenly gate was illuminated by the essence blood flame and brightened again, and the spirit was unprecedentedly transparent.

At this moment, Fang Xuan seemed to see that the top bone of his head was transparent, like a crystal, and although the whole spirit was raised to a level.

The spirit has never been more awake, unprecedented penetrating the whole body, and it has been reborn again, like the molting of a dragon and snake, and it has been renewed.

Heaven and earth are in the mind!

Infinite amplification of the mind!

At this moment, Fang Xuan only felt that he had a spiritual will that no one could destroy, and the door of magical power in his mind seemed to quietly open a crack.

Psychic realm, accomplished!

Sensitivity increases, thousands of steps around, any wind and grass, even slight centipedes, spiders crawling, are reflected in the mind.

Nothing could be hidden from his eyes and ears.

Looking at himself internally, Fang Xuan could feel that as long as he operated his spirit, the bones and internal organs of his whole body were all visible, transparent and thorough.

The realm of psychic, which can be seen within.

The bones are distinct, like crystals. Physical cultivation to the fifth level of divine power is a

watershed, and to the ninth level of channeling is a watershed, because this is an important stage of the transformation of the body to the spirit, only after stepping into the realm of channeling, can there be hope to step into the secret realm of divine power.