"I want the immortal seed to return to its original state..."

"It will take at least a few years... A few years..."

"What do you think... It fell short..."

Xishen grinned, looked at Su Yang, and smiled.

Blood spilled down the corners of his mouth.

But his face was full of pride.

"A few years..."

"I can wait."

But Su Yang's next words made his smile freeze on his face.

Years...

Can you wait for a few years?

"You killed me!"

"Even if you imprison me, I will destroy the immortal seed, and in the end you won't get anything!"

Xishen's face was contorted, and he roared madly.

The next second...

The scalpel ran through his throat.

Blood splattered.

Su Yang silently drew the knife, wiped off the blood on the scalpel with his happy clothes, and carefully put it away.

And Xishen was still wide-eyed, completely unexpected, Su Yang would be so aggressive.

"Thanks... Thanks..."

At the end of his life, his emotion towards Su Yang was not anger, but a relief.

It was as if death had happened to him, more like relief.

The power of the immortal spirit in the body of the god of joy was finally exhausted at this moment.

He lowered his head slowly, his breathing stopped.

Su Yang stood in front of him and watched calmly.

Until the god of joy dies completely.

Rays of light spilled out of its body, and finally formed a miniature version of the 'Joy God' in the void.

"Today's hatred, come to Japan Immortal, and you will come to the door to ask for advice."

Xishen's miniature figure looked at Su Yang and sneered, without any fear at all.

The immortal book is in the register, and the soul is blessed by the immortal court.

A mortal can kill his body, but he can't imprison his soul!

Behind him, standing, is the entire Immortal Court.

So he has nothing to fear.

"Perhaps, you can try to destroy my soul."

"But before my soul dissipates..."

"You will definitely be shattered by the coercion of the Immortal Court!"

"Even if it's through the ages!"

Xishen said slowly with a little provocation.

As the voice fell, he turned around directly and floated into the distance, completely defenseless against Su Yang.

Cultivators, why do they all want to have immortal books?

is just to keep his remnant soul in exchange for his life in this situation.

But...

Su Yang silently raised his palm at this moment.

The power of the soul pulses.

A suction force came, pulling the god of joy in mid-air.

"You... What are you doing? ”

"Do you really want to challenge the authority of the Immortal Court?"

"Lest I go to seek revenge on you!"

After seeing Su Yang's move, Xi Shenshen's soul thought did not have any fear, but became expectant.

Suddenly, there was a wisp of coercion from heaven and earth!

The basement shook slightly.

Su Yang snorted, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The fairy sound is faint.

But it was like a reprimand.

But Su Yang still had no intention of stopping.

The next second...

A phantus of a 'door' suddenly appeared at the center of his eyebrows, emitting a faint glow in the dark basement.

"Huh?"

The god of joy was stunned.

The coercion that arose between heaven and earth dissipated out of thin air with the appearance of the 'door'.

"Quick!"

"Open a gap and lock him in!"

"We'll help you!"

"That's right!"

"Xiao Yue Lao only has a trace of soul thought left, open the door wider, let's help you solve it together!"

"Amitabha!"

Voices loomed in the void, looking very excited.

There are a few of them, and Xishen inexplicably feels a little familiar.

But for a while, I couldn't remember it.

And then...

"Shut up."

"I can pretend to be stupid, but you can't really be stupid."

Su Yang said lightly.

In the next moment, a soul power turned into a streamer, wrapped around Xishen's body, and slowly dragged it towards the position of the door, and finally dragged it into his sea of consciousness.

In the vast sea, Su Yang was holding a rope in his hand, and the other end of the rope was tied to Xishen.

"What are you doing?"

"Why didn't the coercion of the Immortal Court annihilate you?"

"What is this place?"

"That door... Again... And what is it? ”

Xi Shen was at a loss and at a loss.

This moment can be regarded as a real fear.

The death of the physical body, for the immortals, although the loss is heavy, and even the waste of decades, hundreds of years of penance, but at least, the person is still alive.

But when the soul dissipates, it is really dead.

And it's the kind of soul that flies.

"Knowing the sea."

"Xianmen."

Su Yang said lightly, and little by little he dragged Xishen to the front of the Immortal Gate.

Eventually, it was tied outside the fairy gate.

The terrifying oppression of the immortal gate directly bound the god of joy within ten meters of himself, and the god of joy couldn't go far if he wanted to.

"Raise it first..."

"If you don't need immortal seeds in the future, you need soul thoughts, and you can be regarded as having storage."

"You..."

"On average, every three days, you have to kick this door."

"If you don't kick, you'll die."

Su Yang stood in front of the door and calmly instructed.

The next moment, the pot exploded directly inside the door!

Loud voices penetrated one after another, and there was anger and insult in the words.

But Su Yang didn't seem to hear it, and after explaining, he turned around and left, leaving Xishen standing alone in front of the door, at a loss.

"Kill me..."

"Or don't kill me..."

"If you don't kill me, leave a door..."

"At least, anyway... At least I'm alive..."

Xishen whispered softly, and for a while he didn't know whether to be helpless or happy.

The gray patch of the sea looks like it gives people a sense of depression.

The light emitted by the 'door' is already the only spiritual sustenance here.

"Why did you want me to kick the door..."

Xishen looked at the door curiously, and slowly raised his feet.

"Presumptuous!"

"You dare?"

"Just a little fairy, dare to make a mistake in front of us?"

"Believe it or not, the deity goes out..."

Hearing the scolding in the door, Xishen was stunned for a moment.

These people have now been tortured by Su Yang, but happy God... This kind of guy of their time, they still despise it in their hearts.

Words are not polite.

"I was bullied when I was alive..."

"Now I'm dead..."

"Still being bullied?"

"I don't care who you are, I kicked the door and got in your way?"

Xishen muttered aggrievedly and kicked on the door.

The door trembled slightly.

Xishen covered his head and screamed miserably.

And the screams of the immortals inside the door were even more miserable, accompanied by a curse on the god of joy.

"The deity went out and stripped you of your immortal book!"

"I was a dog to that group of people at the beginning, and I claimed to be righteous, but now I am not the same as me, my heart is turbulent, but I am wronged!"

"I'm just a dog in this life!"

"Damn it!"

Hearing the insults of these people, at a certain moment, Xishen was a little stunned.

No wonder the voice sounds familiar.

Originally...

There are some, acquaintances...

It's still the kind of high up, on weekdays, I can only look up... Acquaintance.