The visitor was an old man, dressed in a blue wide-sleeved Taoist robe and wearing a lotus crown on his head.

The long beard is fluttering, like a fairy wind bone.

"What, you're going to stand up for them?"

Song Heqing's eyes stared at him coldly, and the old man felt a little shuddered.

Busy smiled:

"Daoyou, after my deceased here, I was entrusted back then, and I should try my best to protect him at the critical moment, and I hope that Daoyou will give you two points of thin noodles."

Song Heqing did not reply, but continued to stare at him, for a long time, just when the old man was about to speak, he agreed:

"Okay, which one?"

The old man was overjoyed and pointed to the man in red in the crowd.

Song Heqing rolled up the man with a snake's tail and put it on the edge of the enchantment, and the old man who turned into a god also fell down and greeted him.

Just as Song Heqing let go of the exit of the enchantment, the old man suddenly slapped his sleeve, and an arrow rushed out, piercing into the snake's body at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye.

"Hmm!"

Song Heqing snorted, and the Hehuan Sect exclaimed:

"Ancestor, be careful!"

With Song Heqing's move, the enchantment also dissipated.

"Hehehehe......" Shi Shiran, an old man in the god transformation period, approached Song Heqing and said sarcastically:

"Snake demon, how does my soul arrow taste, even if you are a demon cultivator in the god transformation stage, you can't escape the end of the destruction of your soul."

Looking at Song Heqing's scales as smooth as white jade, he exclaimed:

"How many magic weapons can be refined by such a good demon body! Poor Dao will subdue demons and eliminate demons today, and eliminate harm for the world. ”

What the old man didn't know was that Song Heqing had no pressure on him, a magic weapon that specialized in divine souls.

In the Hehuan Sect, everyone was in a hurry.

Seeing that victory was in sight, but as a result, he made a trip to bite the gold halfway, and the ancestor was now in prison, how could he sit idly by.

"Ancestor, we're here to help you!"

At this moment, not only the people on the flying boat outside, but also the people in the sect are all flying towards this side.

"Stand down!"

Song Heqing roared, stopping their footsteps deeply.

The old man was a little surprised:

"Are you alright?"

The giant snake that had been silent, after being hit, actually slid back at this time.

"Huh."

The short arrow that had just pierced into it was forced out by Song Heqing, making a sound of breaking through the air, and piercing a big hole in the ground.

The snake pupils looked at the old man, as if looking at a dead object:

"I forgot to tell you, I'm different from other demon cultivators, I can't even help the ancient great array that consumes the soul, and just an arrow is nothing."

The old man already regretted it a little at the moment, but as a monk in the god transformation period, an old monster who had lived for more than a thousand years, he still had hole cards.

"Then let's see who wins and who loses!"

The old man took out a flute and began to play it.

The flute sound is melodious, but with a murderous aura.

Song Heqing said to the people in the flying boat:

"Hurry back to the sect and hide, so as not to hurt the innocent later."

This flute sound is indeed strange, after listening to it, the true element in the body actually became obscure and congested, and it was difficult to circulate.

Song Heqing raised his tail and whipped it towards him, but it turned out to be just a phantom.

The sound of the flute interfered with his search for the other party's true body, and Song Heqing directly used his natural powers.

Raising the head of the snake and opening its mouth, the dark clouds in the sky instantly made up for it, obscuring the sun.

It was as if it had entered the evening in an instant.

Lao Dao stopped playing, his expression was incredulous:

"Calling for wind and rain on such a scale?"

"No, it's lightning and thunder!"

As soon as Song Heqing's voice fell, the dark clouds were full of electric arcs, jumping, like spider webs.

The purple-blue arc slashed straight at the old man.

It was as if the sky had been split in half vertically.

The old man hurriedly played the flute to resist.

"Boom ......"

It's a pity that under the interference of thunder, his rhythm is completely messed up.

The song is out of tune, and the heart is chaotic.

In the face of the power grid Lei Ze arranged by Song Heqing, the old man had no choice but to retreat, and the key was that he couldn't run away.

He fell into the realm of Song Heqing's design.

Everyone in the Hehuan Sect couldn't take their eyes off it.

Thanks to the large mountain protection array, the movement outside seemed terrifying to them.

Hundreds of miles around, the hills were cut off and the land turned upside down.

Those who hadn't been eaten before had all turned to ashes.

The sky is full of thunder and lightning, forming a forest of electricity.

This kind of existence, which is comparable to heavenly punishment, makes everyone's hearts tremble, and also makes them understand the cruelty of the fighting of the god-transforming monks.

In the end, the old man was still not as good as Song Heqing, and after suffering more than a dozen purple thunders, the flute was broken, the natal weapon was damaged, and the defeat was decided.

The old man abandoned his body, Yuan Ying wanted to run, how could Song Heqing give him a chance, directly blocked the way, swallowed him in his stomach, and even swallowed the black corpse.

"It's a little burnt."

Song Heqing turned back into a human form and turned to the sect.

The crowd shouted in unison:

"Thank you Ancestor for your rescue!"

"Okay, get up, pack up, and set off to take over the industry in a few days."

"Yes!"

The two Yuan Ying walked in front of Song Heqing, they had seen me, and they were naturally extremely enthusiastic:

"Ancestor, where have you been all these years?"

"I went out to seek a breakthrough, but I was delayed when I encountered some trouble."

"It's okay."

Song Heqing didn't want to talk to them much, so he followed his memory and flew towards his mountain.

Dropped a sentence:

"Two hours later, call that Nangong Qingke over and look for me alone."

"The disciple obeys."

The two Yuan Ying looked at each other, not understanding what the ancestor was doing with Nangong.

"Senior sister, why is the ancestor looking for Ke'er, it can't be that kid who offended the ancestor, right?"

"I don't rule out this possibility, your apprentice doesn't know it, and he often messes with flowers."

"What then?"

"Don't worry, the ancestor doesn't eat people...... If you don't eat your own disciples, you will be punished at most. ”

"Yes, but I'd better advise Ke'er."

"Well, that's ...... right"

After more than 500 years, Song Heqing controlled the original body and returned to his dojo again.

Under the protection of the enchantment, everything here is the same as before, but a little dust has fallen, and the dust removal technique has been simply performed, and the scene has a new look.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Song Heqing began to meditate.

He had to digest what he had just eaten.

Those ordinary monks, swallowing and encountering gastric juices, quickly finished digesting it.

The body of a god and the primordial infant are not so easy to digest.

It's going to take some work.

"Please spare me! I'll give you whatever you want! ”

The old man's infant was still pleading.

Song Heqing didn't care.

Mobilize his qi and blood and begin to wear down his strength.

Slowly, the sound gets weaker and weaker, and finally it disappears.

Song Heqing breathed a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.

"It's finally digested."

It just so happened that Nangong Qingke also rushed to the door:

"Disciple Nangong Qingke, I was ordered to ask to see Elder Taishang."

"The door is unlocked, you can come in."

Nangong Qingke pushed the door in, his expression a little worried:

"Meet the Ancestor."

"Get up, do you know what I'm looking for you?"

"Disciple...... Ignorance. However, the master said that the disciple was born with charming bones and his qualifications were acceptable, so it may be that the ancestor wants to guide the disciple one or two. ”

Nangong Qingke lowered his head, trembling in his heart, before coming, the master told him:

In order to prevent the ancestor from slapping you to death with one palm, when you go in, first hint at your own importance.

Seeing this, Song Heqing smiled meaninglessly:

"I really want to teach you a few tricks."

Nangong Qingke raised his head suddenly:

"Huh?"