Chapter 221: The Three Great Hatreds of Life Since Ancient Times

"Hehe!hahaha......" After Zhang Zixiang spit out a mouthful of blood, he couldn't stop laughing wildly, describing madness, making people look sideways, and I don't know why he was laughing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Qinghe was stunned by Zhang Zixiang's strange behavior: "I don't know what Zhang Gongzi is laughing at?"

Zhang Zixiang stopped laughing, looked at Lu Qinghe's invincible face, and said softly: "I'm laughing at you." ”

"Laughing old man, what are you laughing at?" Lu Qinghe asked in a low voice.

Zhang Zixiang leaned over and whispered in Lu Qinghe's ear: "I laugh at you, a decent person who doesn't do it, but wants to be a dog in the heavenly court! Isn't this funny? hahahahaha......

Zhang Zixiang's body was bounced out violently, and after knocking down several big trees, it slowly slid down.

"You can only talk so fast!" Lu Qinghe changed his talent to a light and light, and his expression became hideous and chilling.

"People...... Raw ......" Zhang Zixiang fell to the ground, still saying something vaguely in his mouth.

"Anyway, it's just some foul language in the dying struggle!" Lu Qinghe flicked his sleeves, and a golden rope popped out of his hand.

"If you don't have Tianyi Shenshui, then you have to tie you with a fairy rope! You don't have to be so rude, it's really insulting to Sven, insulting to Sven!" Lu Qinghe slowly approached Zhang Zixiang with the rope, and was about to use a spell to tie him up.

At this time, a powerful and domineering huge spiritual power suddenly erupted from Zhang Zixiang's body, ejecting Lu Qinghe far away.

"The three major hatreds of life since ancient times!"

Lu Qinghe whirled around in the air and turned several times, and only then did he stand on his heels.

"Hate the world and leave it in chaos!"

Lu Qinghe, who had a firm foothold, was not easy, the huge spiritual pressure on Zhang Zixiang's body pressed straight down on him, but fortunately, with the immortal body reshaped after becoming an immortal, Lu Qinghe could barely withstand it.

"The two haters are not ancient!"

But the spiritual power on Zhang Zixiang's body is not very comfortable, Lu Qinghe is under heavy pressure, his body is no longer as chic as before, his hair is scattered, his clothes are disorderly, and the whole person has aged a lot.

"Three hatreds of heaven and no benevolence!"

And Zhang Zixiang's spiritual pressure can actually be increased. After Lu Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, the spiritual pressure on Zhang Zixiang's body suddenly increased to an unimaginable thickness, inside and out, back and forth, constantly squeezing towards Lu Qinghe. The skin on Lu Qinghe's body cracked for a while, and then recovered under the action of the immortal body. In this extreme pain of cracking and recovering, recovering and cracking, the immortal blood on Lu Qinghe's body was extracted.

"Gather in the old ministry for nine days!"

Lu Qinghe suddenly took out a golden pill from his arms and took it, violently broke free from this powerful spiritual oppression, and hurriedly ran towards the distance.

"All beings bow down to the peace!"

After getting out of the terrifying spiritual pressure range, Lu Qinghe was so tired that he fell to the ground and gasped for breath.

"All things return to the beginning and heaven and earth are united!"

Suddenly, Lu Qinghe's complexion changed, he turned over and kept scratching the wounds on his body that had just recovered, his expression was sad, and he couldn't stop crying.

"Qiankun revitalizes the avenue!"

There was no immortal Lu Qinghe on the ground, and only a bloody man with wounds all over his body remained.

"Your immortal body wasn't exchanged for a heavenly tribulation, is it? This kind of immortal body has a limit, you have been reborn so many times in such a short period of time, and the energy of the immortal body has long been exhausted. Now you're just an ordinary mortal!" Zhang Zixiang's eyes were neither sad nor joyful, and he looked at Lu Qinghe as if he was looking at a dead person.

"No! No!" "Bloody Man" Lu Qinghe let out a terrible scream and took out a handful of golden pills from his arms, "They promised me! As long as I take you back, as long as you die, I will be an immortal! I have an immortal status! I still have the nine-turn golden pill given to me by Taishang Laojun! I am an immortal! I am an immortal!"

"Trying to become an immortal in vain? Do you think they have any good intentions? Is your elixir really the Nine Turns Golden Pill? Are you sure, do you really have an immortal status?" Zhang Zixiang didn't let him go, pressing forward step by step, forcing him to be desperate and wake up from that self-deception.

"You...... You are not Zhang Zixiang! You are the Emperor of Donghua!" Lu Qinghe only reacted at this time, looking at Zhang Zixiang's eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

"You...... How did you wake up? How could you still have such power? They didn't say...... Haha! hahaha...... They lied to me! They lied to me!" Lu Qinghe's spirit was completely out of control, crying and laughing, without the slightest immortal wind at the beginning. Now he is just an ordinary mortal old man. His palms began to tremble uncontrollably, and those "Nine Turns Golden Pills" slipped from his hands one by one, falling into the embrace of the earth, stained with mortal blood and dust. After a while, Lu Qinghe's body suddenly stopped, and after a closer look, he was already out of breath.

"Zhang Zixiang" picked up the so-called "Nine Turns Golden Pill" that Lu Qinghe had dropped on the ground, sniffed it carefully, and then threw these pills on the ground in disgust, trampling them all into a mess of yellow mud.

"Sure enough, it's the 'Spirit Devouring Pill'! In order to kill me, these gods and Buddhas really took great pains!"

The "Elixir of Spiritual Eaters" is not an elixir, but a kind of alien insect between heaven and earth, which lives in the main body of the host and lives by devouring the spiritual power overflowing from the host on weekdays. And their power lies in their ability to stimulate the potential of the host at the expense of the host's life force and promote its power. Someone from Heaven gave the "Spirit Devouring Pill" to Lu Qinghe as the "Nine Turns Golden Pill", obviously not well-intentioned.

Suddenly, "Zhang Zixiang" felt dizzy.

"Is the time almost up? Hehe, boy, when are you going to be me? Don't be me every time I come out to save the day!"

......

"Master, Master, Wake up!"

Zhang Zixiang was woken up by a noisy sound, but when he opened his eyes, he saw He Ruobi's face with a flattering smile.

"Master, wake up, are you hungry? I'm going to get you something to eat right away!"

"Don't be in a hurry, tell me, what happened after I fainted, and where are we going?" Zhang Zixiang shook his head, which was still a little dizzy, and looked around, only to see that they were in a carriage, and there were no other people around, let alone so many soldiers.

"Master! What's that! It was the apprentice who was wrong before, the apprentice shouldn't have listened to Han Baohu's words, and joined them to murder you, the apprentice knew that he was wrong! The apprentice ......" He Ruobi's words had been stimulated again, making Zhang Zixiang's head even more dizzy when he had just gotten better.

"Stop, stop, stop, I forgive you, don't talk about those who don't have it, get to the point!" Zhang Zixiang waved his hand impatiently, interrupting He Ruobi's tirade.

"What, after that big battle, those who clamored to send you to Nan Chen, Master, are a bit empty. It just so happened that Lord Wei Wang (Yang Shuang was knighted) sent someone to pick you up and take you to Liangzhou, and they pushed the boat down the river and sent you over. The futile was not at ease, so he followed. After sending you to Liangzhou, the apprentice will return to Jiangbei. He Ruobi scratched his head and made a mess of things.

Zhang Zixiang's head was a little dizzy again, so dignified, why did he pull Yang Shuang again?

But he also knew that when he asked He Ruobi again, he couldn't ask anything, so he could only continue to take one step at a time.