Shen Fu hugged his arms in front of his chest, looking down at the bottom, his mercury-like body was cold and smooth.

It pointed Hu Xiaodao with one hand.

As the buzzing sounded, the knife on Hu Xiaodao's back flew out, and white cloth splashed and exposed a five-foot knife inside. It was pitch black all over, with a blade as white as silver, and a hole on the head of the knife.

The sword flew into the air and twisted its form in an instant, turning into a black light and tangled towards the gods.

The God's Fu turned into a silver practice, and fought against each other with the black light, and started a fight.

"It is a good sword to be comparable to the "Dingya Knife". Hu Xiaodao looked into the air, his face full of praise: "I wonder what magic weapon it is?"

Wu Qi was observing Hu Xiaodao: "The gods are far superior to thousands of miles."

"It turns out that they are both magic weapons in "The Record of Ancient and Modern Swords". No wonder they fight each other when they meet."

Hu Xiaodao smiled and then returned to Wu Qi: "Fellow Daoist Wu, Taoist He and Ji Zhan are fighting magic. They are divided and resolved, and there are many changes. They are not decided so quickly. However, you and I have magic weapons and physical bodies come out together. If you and I have to do something, they may die in an instant, but it is difficult to enjoy it."

Wu Qi glanced at him.

Taoist He and Ji Zhan both disappeared into the air, and could only feel the continuous and violent fluctuations of spiritual energy, but could not see the person.

"Fellow Daoist Hu."

Seeing that the other party was not in a hurry, Wu Qi followed his words: "I don't know why I set up an ambush to attack Nu Dao and fellow Taoist Ji? Do you kill someone and grab treasure? A Jianyouwei Sheren and a Qingcheng Mountain Taoist disciple are too risky."

The other party ignored his question and asked, "Fellow Daoist Wu thinks, what are the practices?"

"Seeking immortals and asking for the way, and attaining immortality."

"good."

Hu Xiaodao nodded: "No matter how the creatures in the world practice, their goals are the same. They seek immortality in immortality and reach the top to ask for the Tao."

"Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism are just different paths."

"Have you ever thought about why thousands of creatures, who have reached the extreme practice, have the word "immortal"? No matter what ghost immortal, human immortal or demon immortal, they are all immortals."

Wu Qi understood what the other party thought: "There are different paths and the same ends with thousands of creatures, and the race in the past will no longer be important. Is this what fellow Taoist meant?"

"Fellow Daoist Wu really understands it at one point."

Hu Xiaodao smiled: "It's a pity that there is no wine and meat. I really want to have a few glasses of wine with fellow Taoists and have a chat."

"And kill me again?"

"I heard that the truth is going to die in the evening. When I drink, I have to drink. Life is short and the future is unpredictable. After a glass of wine, I will talk about life and death."

Hu Xiaodao touched the scar under his left eye: "There are fewer people who can drink, and even fewer after Xi Yan died."

"oh?"

Wu Qi's eyes narrowed.

"Fellow Taoist do not misunderstand it. The death of Shin-chan has nothing to do with me and Taoist He. Maybe he doesn't believe it, but it was indeed his devil's body burning and his death."

Hu Xiaodao smiled a little self-deprecating: "In this world, the most terrifying thing is death, but the inability to control his own life and death. Sometimes even if you want to die, you have to find the right time."

Wu Qi frowned: "Who are you?"

"Abandoned disciple in the Hanging Temple."

Hu Xiaodao seemed to feel something, moved his shoulders and made a crackling sound: "There is an unwritten rule in the world of Posa. If you can become an immortal, everything you have done before will be correct."

"Immortals are transcendent, and the way of heaven is difficult to limit."

"Does fellow Taoist understand this?"

He grinned and smiled softly: "That is, as long as you can become an immortal, you can write down anything you have done before. An immortal is the right way, and it must be the right way!"

The word Dao was spit out from his mouth, and a purple pupil condensed from Hu Xiaodao's pale left eye. The blue veins around his eyes burst out, and his muscles suddenly swelled and shattered, revealing the knotty muscles like stone armor.

Hu Xiaodao was nearly one meter tall at this time, with long hands and long legs. A palm covered with scales grew on each of his arms, just like a branch of a tree trunk, his five fingers were as sharp as a gun blade, and a thick tail emerged behind him.

He became half demon and half human, his eyes were fierce, and his aura surged.

Wu Qi just silently pulled out the Taoist talisman.

In the clouds and mist, the red-eyed boy appeared.

He was originally a combination of Chongyang and Xiao Zhang. Xiao Zhang incorporated the magic weapon "Green Girl Flute". After regaining the memory of Ye Qixiu in his previous life, his cultivation level has reached the early stage of the Demon General. Although it is still incomparable to Ye Qixiu's heyday, it is the same as Chongyang.

The Akatsuki boy's cultivation level of the two has increased, and he has become the early stage of the Nascent Soul, just like the evil dragon.

Wu Qi ordered in his heart: "Abolish his cultivation."

The boy Achievely held the Jing Zhen sword in his hand, and faced the demonized Hu Xiaodao who was coming, and pinched the trick: "Wooden Blade·Three Thousand Eight."

Jing Zhen's sword turned into small swords, and all pierced Hu Xiaodao who was coming towards him.

Hu Xiaodao protected his head with his arms, carried the group of swords to sprint. The demonic hand on his arms stretched out, and his claws rushed straight to Wu Qi's face. He suddenly stopped one foot away from Wu Qi's nose, but he couldn't move forward at all.

The boy with a red eye pinched the sword technique and then said softly: "Mu Blade·文典彩票"

The wooden sword that pierced into Hu Xiaodao's muscles had already drawn into thousands of threads, tied him up and locked him up, and even the demonic hands growing on his arm were also entangled.

Hu Xiaodao's body shivered slightly, but his face was very excited: "What kind of spell is this? It's really good!"

He roared and stepped forward, his body was broken by the net of a snail, and blood was flowing.

The demon claw finally landed on the flesh and blood body.

However, the landing point was not Wu Qi's head, but the five fingers of the red-eyed boy, the five fingers of the young man and the five claws of the giant.

"It's really presumptuous."

The red-eyed boy had a surging spiritual power.

Bang!

Hu Xiaodao's arms were blown into powder.

He took a step back with his arms broken, and smiled madly on his face: "Nasty Soul Demon King? Awesome, amazing... Sure enough, spiritual power turned into magic power, far exceeding before..."

"But that's not enough."

Granulation on the broken shoulders squirmed, and countless flesh strips condensed into a new arm, with some transparent mucus.

Hu Xiaodao grinned: "How long can you last for the summoned Nascent Soul Demon King?"

Wu Qi smelled an unusual smell.

In addition to the surging spiritual energy, Hu Xiaodao also had a dark and gloomy thing, just like some kind of dark light in the darkness, quietly invading every gap that could reach.

The Netherworld Aura.

He is filled with the power of ghosts.

Then here...

Wu Qi looked around and felt familiar.

It turned out to be the underworld, but it was hidden very well by the talisman of He Taoist.

The red-eyed boy had his palms facing each other and had a seal of mercy: "The grass and trees are all soldiers and take root."

The net of thorns wrapped around Hu Xiaodao changed again, and wood whiskers pierced under Hu Xiaodao's skin and penetrated into bones, blood and muscles. More wood whiskers fell to the ground and formed trees, and soon towered into the clouds, turning into a large stretch of forest in the cave.

Hu Xiaodao ignored this and punched his chest and grabbed a bloody organ.

The heart is still beating violently in the claws.

Hu Xiaodao threw his heart to the ground, and his organs broke and splashed out pus and blood.

The blood soaked in the water like ink, and it instantly penetrated the place where the eyes could reach.

Small buds grew on the blood-colored ground. These buds were like snake tails, squirming and curling gently in the air, exactly the same as the tail of Hu Xiaodao's demon body.

Hu Xiaodao was crazy at this time, with blood seeping from his seven orifices: "Killing a demon king is more exciting than killing a hundred wastes!"

The red-eyed boy pinched the Five Mountain Seals with his hands: "The grass and trees are all soldiers, and the fallen leaves know autumn."

Thousands of leaves fell one after another, turning into gray-brown hands, shaking Hu Xiaodao's body.

More big hands slapped the ground, and blood sprouts shattered everywhere, but in a moment they grew out again and killed them endlessly.

Wu Qi's face was solemn.

The strange blood snake tail on the ground had some weird power, and it could compete with the giant trees, which were all soldiers. After being strangled, it quickly resurrected, and continued to spread and climb along the giant trees, as if it could not grow without it.

Hu Xiaodao, who was strangled by his big hand, showed a strange smile, trying hard to spread the twisted and deformed upper and lower jaws, making a hoarse sound.

"Come on, fellow Taoist, have passed the grudges and virtues of mortals, and live and die together!"

"The flesh and blood are weak, and only Tai Sui is eternal and immortal!"

The blood-colored ground began to squirm and tremble, as if something was recovering from it.

Wu Qi knew that he could not take risks, so he ordered: "Kill him."

The boy with a red-eyed eyes made a ghost-subdued seal with his hand and said solemnly: "Three Scenery of Plants and Trees, and the Secluded Path."

The surroundings suddenly fell into thick and boundless darkness.

There was a white candle in the boy's hand, and the flames were shining.
Chapter completed!