Chapter 177 Qingxuan Wants to Kill Futu
Qingbao was stunned.
He looked down in disbelief at the big, handsome head in his arms.
"Jing Heng, you...you've come back to life! That's wonderful! Once you become the Corpse King, you'll be another powerful general under this overlord!"
Xia Jingheng: ...
"save……"
"Don't worry, I will definitely help you become a powerful Corpse King!"
"Help……"
"Once you become the Corpse King, together with the Great Vengeful Ghost Fu Tu, the three of us will divide the Three Realms, ensuring that all the wicked cultivators die without a burial place!"
"Hey? I'm not dead...!"
Qingbao: ? ? ?
He's not dead?
She threw him down, stood up, and patted herself on the back. "You're not dead, so stop acting all sentimental."
"You ruined all my plans, my Corpse King!"
The Corpse King's plans are ruined!!!
Xia Jingheng vomited blood and fainted.
I should have kept quiet.
When Qingbao fell ill, he didn't benefit from it either.
Tang Chen sighed and rubbed his forehead in exasperation, "Really..."
She reached out, picked up Xia Jingheng and Qingbao from the ground, and disappeared into the fire in an instant.
*
The servants' quarters had been burned to ashes.
Fortunately, the barrier made of the umbrella separated them, which saved the building next door.
Qingxuan was standing on the rooftop at this moment, without any magical artifacts in his hands. He could only put one hand behind his back, exuding the air of an immortal.
Inside the courtyard.
Si He was placed in the pavilion, and a large robe gently fell down, enveloping her slender body.
Fu Tu floated away, turning his gaze away to look at the rooftop.
As their eyes met, the scorching heat of the Nine Suns Explosion had not yet subsided, but the night grew even colder because of their gaze.
"Qingxuan, is this your method?" Fu Tu's tone was somewhat disdainful.
Even the most miraculous methods are nothing more than this.
Qingxuan smiled and said, "To rid the world of evil, the means are not important."
Besides, didn't Qingbao and Futu also use methods to kill his junior brother and then seriously injure him?
Fu Tu chuckled lightly.
“We will kill you without harming innocent mortals, but if your fire had no means of containment, the entire population of the capital would have been burned to death, and all living beings would have become vengeful ghosts, to be killed by you again… You immortals, you truly have some clever methods.”
"Say what you will." Qingxuan smiled. "I only want Qingbao dead."
Are ordinary people innocent?
Are their hundreds of disciples from Tianxian not innocent?
They were just going to Aishan to set up an array to deal with Qingbao, but Qingbao actually killed them all.
What's this?
Cultivators' lives are inherently more precious than those of mortals. Qingxuan hasn't even settled accounts with them yet, and they're already worrying about mortals.
Even if 100,000 mortals died, it wouldn't bring back the lives of those hundred-odd cultivators!
Fu Tu looked at the raging fire next door, his gaze deep, "You won't succeed."
"Shall we bet?" Qingxuan asked.
"Why should I gamble with you?" Fu Tu said with disdain.
Qingxuan pointed at the crossbow in his hand, "If you repair it and Ruo Qingbao dies, and I win, then you must return it to me."
Fu Tu looked at the crossbow in his hand; it fit him perfectly and was very comfortable to hold.
His compass was broken, so he finally managed to capture a handy magic weapon.
"I'm not betting with you." With a whoosh, Fu Tu put away the crossbow.
"This is mine, what's it to you, you discarded thief!"
"You didn't care when you lost it, but now that I've fixed it, you want it back? Dream on!"
"If I were this crossbow, I would curse your entire family for eighteen generations! You heartless, ungrateful wretch, hypocritical gentleman!"
Qingxuan's face twitched.
These younger generation, how come they don't even have this much courage?
Never mind, he decided not to argue with him.
Once news of Qingbao's death arrives, he will avenge his junior brother in one fell swoop.
Right now, I'm not sure...
soon.
A beam of white light burst forth from the flames, spinning rapidly without leaving the umbrella before closing and retracting.
In the blink of an eye, it fell into the hands of the aloof woman.
In the darkness, she was frighteningly pale, and her face was expressionless.
"Qingbao is dead," Tang Chen said. "You can put the fire away now."
Qingxuan gave a cold laugh.
Without much hesitation, he delivered another powerful blow to the courtyard engulfed in flames.
boom--
Smoke billowed, and the ground caved in.
The body was indeed photographed.
His palm strike would obliterate not only corpses, but even Qingbao without the Book of Life and Death to protect herself.
The flames were extinguished, and black ash floated on the ground, mixed with ashes.
Qingxuan withdrew his palm in satisfaction.
Fu Tu's pupils dilated. "Qing Xuan, you despicable thing."
"What's wrong with eliminating harm for the common people? This time, you can't pull any tricks, can you?" Qingxuan said smugly.
Since Tang Chen sealed off the barrier, he has been personally overseeing the situation from outside.
There is absolutely no possibility that even a single breath could escape.
Now that the barrier has been removed, he delivered the final blow with lightning speed. No matter how tough Qingbao's life is, she will only die!
Fu Tu's eyes were bloodshot, and his body erupted with resentment, becoming incredibly terrifying.
"I'm going to fight you to the death."
The immense resentment transformed into countless sharp blades, relentlessly stabbing towards Qingxuan.
Qingxuan stepped back slightly. "Your cultivation level is indeed enough to fight me, but if you face my disciple, you're doomed. Tang Chen, why aren't you making a move?"
Tang Chen raised her umbrella, which conjured a huge umbrella-shaped shield, easily blocking Fu Tu's resentment.
Fu Tu took out the Breaking Formation Crossbow, and resentment condensed in his hand as he fired arrow after arrow.
Tang Chen's umbrella was teetering on the brink of collapse, seemingly about to be shattered.
"This is a magical artifact made by the Grand Elder, yet he uses it with such ease." Qingxuan's face showed jealousy.
They were all exceptionally talented individuals, so why couldn't they become his disciples and serve him during their lifetimes?
In that case, perhaps the entire Guamen sect wouldn't have been wiped out.
"Tang Chen, don't hold back, kill him," he ordered softly.
Tang Chen's gaze turned cold, and the tip of the umbrella transformed into a sharp blade. She raised the umbrella handle and stabbed fiercely at Fu Tu.
moment.
The weather changed dramatically, and a white light suddenly appeared in the darkness, blinding mortals.
The oppressive aura of a half-step Mahayana practitioner startled the person who had been knocked unconscious.
Fu Tu could not withstand it either. He resisted the enormous force and kept retreating, shattering the wall behind him.
Tang Chen truly lives up to her reputation as the strongest in the Heavenly Realm.
She was holding back; otherwise, if she unleashed her true power, the entire Great Xia Dynasty would be affected.
Fu Tu was slammed to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. His soul was in excruciating pain, and he was just one step away from death.
Tang Chen withdrew her hand, looking down at him with an air of ethereal grace, "He has no power to resist!"
Qingxuan stepped forward and laughed, "Junior brother, I will use Futu's soul to commemorate your demise!"
Having said that, he raised his palm and concentrated his energy.
The air distorted, awakening the woman in the pavilion.
Si He frowned deeply, surrounded by a surge of resentment, and his clothes turned black.
Suddenly.
She opened her eyes, filled with extreme anger!
"Qingxuan! I'm going to kill you!"
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