A few moments of effort.

The Ling Xiao Knife had already flown for nearly a thousand miles, and its speed was amazing, not much worse than the speed of Yuanying Daojun.

"I survived with a broken arm......

"Song Dao is much more ruthless than I imagined."

When Xu Xing saw this scene, he was secretly surprised, and sincerely admired Song Dao, an old opponent.

At a critical moment, he made up his mind to give up his body and escape with Dao Dan.

This is something that many monks cannot do.

Although it is said that after cultivating the Dao Dan, the physical body is only the second life of the monk, but giving up the physical body is equivalent to giving up the ...... of further paths.

It's just a mediocrity.

For a Tianjiao like Song Dao, the consequences of abandoning his body are unimaginable.

"Looks like I'm pushing too hard."

Xu Xing shook his head, leaned over, and came to the vicinity of Song Dao's body, looking at this godless flesh shell. The flesh is still alive.

Breathing and moving are all fine, but the most critical soul is missing.

"You can try the Five Ghost Heavenly Curse."

"Song Dao broke his arm to survive, and with my speed alone, I can't catch up with him."

"You can only kill him with a spell!"

Xu Xing glanced at the two rune treasures that were fighting in the air, didn't care about these two rune treasures, and after collecting the array flag and the body of Song Dao, he quickly withdrew from the battlefield.

Although Song Dao abandoned his body and fled, he still left a part of his divine consciousness in the Lingxiao Sword Rune Treasure, manipulating this Rune Treasure to buy some time for himself to break off.

If Xu Xing withdrew the talisman treasure he had sacrificed, this Lingxiao Sword rune treasure would directly kill Xu Xing's body without any hesitation. And Xu Xing's rune treasure is not lacking in this one. If it is discarded, it is discarded.

Moreover, this giant sword rune treasure and the Lingxiao Sword rune treasure have fought and confronted each other, and the spiritual damage has been great, even if it is recovered, it will be useless.

And compared to the gains and losses of a rune treasure. Evacuate the battlefield. is even more crucial.

Although this sea area is uninhabited, but Song Dao is the first seat of the Flying Feather Immortal Palace, Xu Xing forced him into a desperate situation, how could he not ask for help from the sect and ask the sect to send rescuers.

……

……

Less leaning.

Lechuan is an offshore island, a temporary cave. Xu Xing crossed his knees on a futon.

In front of him, five drops of fist-sized blood were suspended, and underneath the blood was a palm-sized blood-colored puppet.

The puppet's appearance is generally the same as his, except that he has no clothes on.

It looks a little petite and delicate.

And this blood is not mortal. It was the five drops of natal essence blood he extracted from the "corpse" of the Song knife.

"The news of the death of the old man of the burial halberd, I have already notified the Hundred Treasure Pavilion through the token of my outer pavilion elder......

"When Song Dao was leaving, he took away the bag of his and the old man who buried him......

"This is evident."

"However, this trick can only be regarded as a backhand, and you can't hope for the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, even if the old man of the burial halberd has an extraordinary status in the Hundred Treasures Pavilion."

Xu Xing pinched the trick and said secretly in his heart.

Before he turned against Song Dao, he had already discarded Nanlu's bag on the way, and he didn't dare to stay on his body for a long time.

The Stygian Spring Sect must have left a positioning formation on Nan Lu, an important person.

It's like the purple ribbon gold medal of the Flying Feather Immortal Palace.

Of course, some of the treasures in Nanlu's bag, he naturally laughed at them.

Such a treasure as Renyuan fruit. It's worth the risk he takes.

And the old man of the funeral halberd, in terms of cultivation, is the pinnacle of Daodan, Song Dao is only the third turn of Daodan...... Song Dao Dao wants to break through the mana imprint of the old man of the funeral halberd, it is not a matter of a while.

In addition, before this, Song Dao also fought a fierce battle, and the mana and divine sense in his body had weakened a lot, and walking with him, the "enemy", Song Dao should not waste his energy and rush away the mana imprint stored on the old man's bag in the funeral halberd.

After all, the identity of the old man who buried the halberd was not as sensitive as Nanlu.

The old man of the burial halberd is more like a loose practice.

And Baibao Pavilion is the owner of the old man who hires the funeral halberd, and the relationship is not close.

After being killed. If the people do not report it, the officials will not be held accountable.

Therefore, according to Xu Xing's conjecture, Song Dao had not had time to discard the funeral halberd old man's bag.

However, due to Xu Xing's notice, even if the Baibao Pavilion no longer cares about the old man who is buried with the halberd, he will give an explanation for the stability of the pavilion and hunt down Yu Song Dao .......

And the person who pursued the Song Dao, after seeing a Lingxiao knife at the level of a Dao Monarch and the gift bags of the two True Monarchs, ...... it was not certain whether they killed people and sold goods.

The treasure is moving!

Even if it is a Daojun, in the face of these treasures, he will be moved.

"Step by step."

"It's up to you to see if you can kill this opponent today." Xu Xing gritted his teeth.

As the words fell, an abnormal flush suddenly rose on his face, and he spat out a mouthful of golden blood and sprayed it on the blood-colored puppet.

In an instant, the Scarlet Wood Idol was alive, with a physical body, like a baby, stretching its muscles and bones in mid-air.

"Five Ghost Heavenly Curses!"

"The first curse is to curse your essence and blood to flow backwards, and you will be riddled with bad luck."

The blood-colored puppet was in the air, and the treasure sat solemnly cross-legged, his lips moving slightly.

A drop of Song Dao essence blood in front of it was swallowed into its stomach by it.

An ominous aura erupted in an instant.

Five Ghost Heavenly Mantras.

It is a special spell that Xu Xing obtained in the Xianzhi Gate of the Jindi World.

The special point of this spell is that it can be cast without cultivating into a ghost. It just takes the medium. to cast spells to kill.

In this battle with Song Dao, Song Dao broke his arm to survive, abandoned his body and fled, and the reason why Xu Xing did not chase was largely related to this spell.

……

…...

Lethe Sea.

The Inland Sea under the rule of the Flying Feather Sengu, the eastern sea.

Taking advantage of the Lingxiao Knife, Song Dao, who escaped from the siege formation, gradually slowed down his escape speed after escaping for tens of thousands of miles.

Thousands of miles is already a safe distance.

He abandoned his body and fled, relying on blood to escape, and the cost was not insignificant.

If it continues to be so. I'm afraid that his Dao Dan will be on the verge of shattering.

"Xu Xing, I have written down this hatred ......."

On the blue sea, the Ling Xiao Dao slowed down, and the spirit of the Song Dao walked out of the Dao Dan, with a grim look on his face.

This time, although it is said that it is a chess mistake, but when it comes to the fundamentals, his background is not as deep as Xu Xing.

If Xu Xing doesn't have so much financial resources, please don't bury the old man with the halberd, there is no ...... left behind by the Giant Sword Dao Jun. Who wins and who loses, it's not certain.

He calculated everything, but he didn't count that Xu Xingli lured the old man with the funeral halberd, let the old man with the funeral halberd go out, and took the lead.

"Oh no, this bag ......."

"This bag has a divine soul fluctuation, and someone is sensing it."

Song Dao was about to look for an island to rest when he suddenly noticed an abnormality in the bag in his hand. "It's the burial of the old man's bag...... "Damn Xu Xing, and this one backhand."

Song Dao grabbed the bag, his face kept changing, and he didn't know how to decide.

The old man of the funeral halberd is capable of being a scholar, and he is not young, and his net worth is definitely not expensive. That's why he took the risk and took the bag.

"The Jing'an Daojun of Qingsheng Island is about to arrive, and the Hundred Treasure Pavilion ...... What are you afraid of?"

"It's a big deal to reverse black and white, slandering that the old man of the burial halberd made a brazen attack in order to covet my Ling Xiao Knife........ "Song Dao thought about it and made up his mind. Wealth and danger are sought.

Now that he has lost his physical body, he needs resources to reshape his path.

The treasures of the burial halberd Dao Jun's bag must not be abandoned. Just do what you say. This matter cannot be delayed.

When the time comes, the two Dao monarchs will be together, even if he is reasonable, but the funeral of the old man's gift bag...... Whether it is left to him or not is different

It's set.

He began to divide the little divine consciousness and mana that he had left, to wipe out the mana imprint in the old man's bag of the funeral halberd.

Although he was very calm about the old man who was buried with the halberd, it relied on the inheritance of the Upper Sect and various means.

However, when it comes to the mana imprint on the bag, at this time, you can only look at the cultivation of the two parties.

The cultivation of the old man of the burial halberd is two small realms higher than him.

Therefore, it is not easy for him to directly break through the mana imprint on the bag. It can only be hard grinding.

But ————

Just half an hour after he made his move, an ominous aura enveloped his body, and his Dao Dan instantly withered a lot.

"The art of disgust?"

When Song Dao saw this scene, he was instantly shocked.

The art of disgust, which means "disgust and victory", is cast through curses.

More mysterious and unpredictable than ordinary conventional spells.

"It was my body that was left on the battlefield, so Xu Xing used it to cast a spell......

Song Dao tightened his eyebrows, and began to withdraw his divine sense and mana left on the old man's storage bag in the funeral halberd, guarding his mind and resisting this ominous aura.

Daodan, the spirit and spirit are all one.

Immortal Dao monks, and Zifu and Huangting are used to protect Dao Dan. The Victory Aversion Technique, for low-level monks, is still effective, but for True Monarch and Dao Monarch, the effect is more than a step worse.

It's just that in the previous battle, Song Dao gave up his body and escaped with Dao Dan alone, so he faced Xu Xing's Five Ghost Heavenly Curse, and his resistance was very limited.

"Barely resisted."

Half a quarter of an hour later, Song Dao glanced at the Dao Dan stored in the belly of the divine soul, and saw that it was bleak and languished a lot, and a trace of flesh pain flashed on his face, but in the bottom of his heart, he was also a little relieved.

He began to wear down the mana imprint on the old man's bag again.

There is still half of it, and the treasure of this bag will be owned by him.

You can't just give up halfway.

However.

The next moment.

Another ominous aura enveloped him, endlessly.

"Victory aversion, no matter which one it is, is probably a thousand enemy injuries and eight hundred self-inflicted damage."

"This Xu Xing learned the ...... of the Victory Aversion Technique, can it be performed without injury?"

"By the way, he has a substitute for the death puppet. To perform the ...... on behalf of the dead puppet," Song Dao Meiyu locked.

With his wisdom, he quickly guessed part of the truth.

"Don't worry, his aversion to victory, although it hinders me, is not fatal."

Song Dao continued to guard his mind and resisted Xu Xing's spell with Dao Dan.

……

……

Half an hour later.

Near the nameless island where Song Dao was retreating, an uninvited guest came. "Negotiating with the Upper Sect is the most troublesome, the funeral halberd is dead, and I have to come forward......

"The Flying Feather Immortal Palace looks decent, but it is also slippery. It's not a good job."

The old Daojun dressed in a crane lamented while hurrying like a turtle crawling.

He is the resident monk of the Hundred Treasure Pavilion on the Giant Mastiff Island, named Thousand Crane Daojun.

This time, Xu Xing informed the Hundred Treasure Pavilion Burial Elder of the death of the old man through the token of the Outer Pavilion Elder, and the Hundred Treasure Pavilion convened an emergency meeting to give him full authority to deal with the matter. There is only one requirement.

Don't let the casual cultivators who join the Hundred Treasure Pavilion chill. "That junior should have left."

Chizuru Michikun glanced at the cave of the nameless island and thought to himself.

With the speed of his Yuan Ying Daojun, if he broke out with all his strength, he should have rushed here in two quarters of an hour, but he was afraid of trouble, so he deliberately spent a lot of time on the road.

"That junior, but you killed the funeral halberd?"

"I advise you to get out of the cave as soon as possible, surrender in front of this seat, and go to the Giant Mastiff Island to plead guilty."

"Otherwise, Hugh blames this seat for being welcome."

Chizuru Daojun pulled his voice, used his mana, and shouted loudly. Once you see with your own eyes the murderer who killed the old man in the funeral halberd. He could not hold his sleeve

Hand watched.

So at this time, this shout was intended to remind Song Dao to let him escape quickly and not let him bump into him. As Chizuru Michi-kun expected.

As soon as his shout fell. A silver light rose up from the nameless island, pierced the sky, and rushed towards Qingsheng Island in the north.

"The junior is very good. This Lingxiao knife is a natal magic weapon at the level of Yuan Ying, and the old man can't catch up, which is understandable. 「

Qianhe Daojun saw the Lingxiao knife of the Song Dao imperial envoy, and bowed his head slightly.

He flicked his sleeves, turned his head and prepared to fly back, rushing to the Giant Mastiff Island to die. But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

I saw that not long after the Ling Xiao Knife flew out, a young man in purple blocked the way of the Ling Xiao Knife, stretched out his hand to hold the Ling Xiao Knife, and flew towards him. "Chizuru ......"

"You are so bold that you dare to injure the first seat of my Asgard Palace."

The purple-clothed monk had a frosty face, and the spirit of Song Dao was detained by his side, and he asked Qianhe Daojun.

"Jing'an Daojun?"

"But what misunderstanding?"

Hearing this, Qianhe Daojun was a little surprised on his face, and he glanced at the purple-clothed monk, and then at the desperate Song Dao, as if he realized something.

"The old man just happened to arrive here, and he came here to ...... to hunt down the murderer of my Hundred Treasure Pavilion Elder."

He had no intention of getting involved in the infighting of the Flying Feather Immortal Palace, and took a step back.

"Don't quibble!"

"If I hadn't arrived in time, I'm afraid Senior Nephew Song would have been brutally killed by you."

Jing'an Daojun snorted coldly, and there was an extra inkstone in his hand, which was smashed towards Qianhe Daojun.

This inkstone suddenly turned into a thousand zhang size, like a huge mountain, and the mountain appeared along the law and prohibitions, and the momentum was huge.

"Master Song's Nephew ......"

"You stay here and don't move, Uncle Shi will avenge you for this blood vengeance."

Jing'an Daojun took out a talisman from his sleeve and threw it on Song Dao's divine soul.

This talisman turned into a vajra cover, protecting the surroundings of Song Dao.

"Jing'an, the old man was just passing by, and he didn't plot to kill your disciples of the Flying Feather Immortal Palace."

Seeing that Jing'an Daojun was unrelenting, although Qianhe Daojun was extremely reluctant in his heart, he still tried his last hand to persuade Jing'an Zhenjun to stop.

"His offensive?"

Suddenly, Qianhe Daojun saw the aftermath of the battle between the two of them and led it to the vicinity of the Song Dao, and instantly understood something.

Jing'an Daojun wants to kill Song Dao!

"Let me go into the water, don't think about it!"

Qianhe Daojun rushed to the vicinity of Song Dao in an instant, and then threw out a mana at will, breaking Jing'an Daojun's imprisonment on Song Dao.

Song Dao got out of trouble in an instant.

"Is the old man's bag in your hand?"

"Hand it over?"

Although Qianhe Daojun intended to let Song Dao get out, he didn't want to be involved in the internal fighting of the Shangjiao.

But on his face, it is definitely not appropriate to rescue an enemy who killed the old man of the burial halberd.

So he thought about it and threatened Song Dao with words.

However————

An unexpected ending has emerged.

At the same time as he threatened, Jing'an Daojun actually rushed to Song Dao's side and secretly smashed Song Dao's Dao Dan.

"You're so bold!"

"Dare to destroy the first Dao Dan of my Immortal Palace and ruin his life...... "Jing'an Daojun was furious, and directly poured dirty water on Qianhe Daojun, without even the slightest hesitation.

"Good, good!"

"Jing'an, the old man remembered!"

Qianhe Daojun took a deep look at Jing'an Daojun, didn't say much, flicked his robe, and withdrew from the battlefield.

This place is located in the sea area under the rule of the Flying Feather Sengu.

If he stays for a long time, no matter whether he is justified or unreasonable, he will not be able to eat and walk around.

Perhaps, the Dao Monarchs of the Flying Feather Immortal Palace directly killed him and planted the blame on him, and there was no proof of his death.

"Master Song's Nephew ......"

"Uncle Shi is late, and it is Uncle Shi's fault that you are disabled so far."

Jing'an Daojun looked at Song Dao with a sad look on his face, and looked at Song Dao, who was dying soon, with regret.

Dao Dan is damaged, and although the monk will not die immediately, Shou Yuan will be on the verge of death because of this.

To put it simply, Song Dao at this time is like an old man in the twilight.

It's not a few days to live.

"Please also ask my uncle to take my nephew back to the sect, I have a few words to explain to my wife and children, don't worry, it's just some private matters."

Song Dao smiled reluctantly.

When he entered this retreat, he estimated that in less than a quarter of an hour, the Dao Monarch of Qingsheng Island would arrive. But on the contrary, Jing'an Daojun was late. Three quarters of an hour slower.

It was only after the appearance of the Thousand Crane Daojun that Jing'an Daojun revealed his figure.

If there is nothing greasy in this, he will never believe it.

Just now he Dao Dan was damaged, although he didn't know who did it.

But he knew that this account should be counted on the head of Jing'an Daojun. But the matter has come to this point, and there is no point in him pursuing it again.

"Private ......"

"Then Uncle Shi will give you a ride." Jing'an Zhenjun nodded.

……

……

Half a day later.

Feiyu Immortal Palace, one of the nine mountain giant rooms, is the residence of the Hai family, and a separate courtyard.

I heard that Song Dao was about to die.

His wife, Hai Shuzhu, hurried to the back of Song Dao with her young son. "Husband......

Inside the house, seeing Song Dao, who only had the body of an illusory soul left, Hai Shuzhu couldn't cry and choked speechlessly.

Although she wanted to reprimand Song Dao, why didn't she listen to her uncle's divination and insisted on going to the Lechuan Sea, so that she ended up in such a miserable scene.

But it was only after it had circled her throat that she swallowed it again.

People are dying, and there is not much need to criticize them again.

"Husband, what last words do you have to explain? Let's go to my uncle's! 「

Hai Shuzhu wiped the tears on her face, raised her eyes and glanced at Jing'an Daojun who was meditating with her eyes closed, and then said.

The great avenues of the Pan Palace basically belong to the master-apprentice lineage.

It has always been incompatible with the family.

Although she didn't know that Song Dao's death had a great relationship with Jing'an Daojun, she knew that in front of Jing'an Daojun, even if Song Dao had his last words, it was inconvenient to confide.

The divine consciousness of the low-level monks cannot be avoided by the high-level monks.

At this time, the Song Dao was even weaker than the Xianji monk.

"No need."

Song Dao shook his head, he stroked his wife's soft hair for a while, hugged his five-year-old son again, and sighed, "The last words I want to confess, I don't have to avoid Uncle Jing'an." That's it.

He pondered for a while, took out the Lingxiao Knife, and handed it to the young son, "This Lingxiao Knife was passed down to me by your ancestor, and it is a natal magic weapon that has been passed down from generation to generation in our Lingxiao lineage......

"Today, as a Father, I will give you this magic weapon."

"It's just...... The origin of this sword has been consumed by the Father, and it is no longer enough for your dependence." Song Dao lamented. Lingxiao is in the same vein, inherited for 10,000 years.

Growing to the step of Daojun can be regarded as truly inheriting a Dao system.

Back then, his master Ling Xiao Dao Jun divided the origin of the Ling Xiao Sword and made three rune treasures for him. The origin of the Lingxiao knife was greatly damaged.

If he becomes a Dao Monarch, he can also make up for the origin of the Ling Xiao Sword, just like his teacher. This knife is passed on to future generations of disciples as a inheritance.

But now, he is just a Dan Zhenjun.

"There are three great hatreds for your father, and if you have the heart and strength, you can repay them for your father."

"This first hatred is that Xu Xing broke off the dragon vein of his father, and he was definitely the way of his father's first grade Dao Dan, and then he despised me and insulted me."

"This second hatred is the unfair judgment of the former sect head Yuan Rui, who made his father suffer an injustice and go to the Black Fire for 50 years, wasting his time in vain."

"This third hatred is ......"

Song Dao held the palm of the young son's hand, his lips pursed, and when it came to the third hatred, he didn't do it for a long time

There are words spoken.

It's like there's been a big change.

A trace of black aura wrapped around his soul body.

He staggered back a few steps closer to the bed, leaning limply against the railing, looking up at the room.

"Original ......"

"Even if you don't meet Qianzuru Daojun, Song will inevitably die." Song Dao's face was ashen.

Once again, he felt the coming of foreboding. And this time, compared to the previous four, it is even more ferocious and unpredictable.

Even if he has not been damaged, he will be killed when he encounters this curse.

The soul of Song Dao, who collapsed on the bed, slowly collapsed, leaving only some black unknown gravel.

"Daddy!"

Song Dao's young son howled and cried, kneeling on the ground and wailing. The servants in the wing room also had a more sad color.

Although this Song Zhenjun is a true monarch, he is not big at all on weekdays, he is extremely kind, and he takes care of them a lot.

"Nephew ...... Seamaster"

"Uncle Shi has retired."

Jing'an Daojun, who was meditating on the side, opened his eyes, shook his head, and got up.

"This time, I thanked my uncle for rescuing my clumsy husband, and the concubine sent my uncle to ......," Hai Shuzhu said. No need."

Jing'an Daojun flicked his sleeves and disappeared into the Haijia station, disappearing without a trace.

"An'er, what did your father write to you in his third last word?"

Waiting for Jing'an Daojun to leave, Hai Shuzhu came to the young son who was kneeling and crying, flipped the palm of the young son's hand, saw that there was nothing, and hurriedly asked.

She intuitively felt that Song Dao's third hatred was not expressed, it should not be that Song Dao was about to die and could not say it, but that there was another deep meaning.

"Mother, Dad didn't write anything."

Song An was stunned for a moment.

Although he was four years old, he was the heir born after Song Dao Dan, carrying part of Song Dao's physique, and he was born and holy.

"What?"

"Didn't write anything?"

Hai Shuzhu frowned.

She paced around the room for a moment, thinking of messages in her head.

"So you killed my husband!"

"Jing'an Daojun!"

"The revenge of killing my husband, my Hai family has written it down, and I won't let it go easily."

Hai Shuzhu said coldly.