There's something wrong with my immortal path.

Chapter 58 It’s dark...

While Xu Xuan was proud, Taoist Zi Lei's face became increasingly pale.

Squinting his eyes slightly, he actually saw a dazzling golden light under the vast sword light!

That golden color... seems to be broken scales, and also like a drop of blood split by the sword light!

Without any warning, Taoist Zi Lei felt a chill running straight down his spine.

That feeling... was like a big cold hand holding his old spine!

"The thunder formation rises! The jade thread talisman rises! The golden bell talisman! The golden body tactic! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

It is no exaggeration to say that there is a sense of crisis in the dark, Taoist Zi Lei even wants the Nascent Soul to leave the body!
But...he is too old.

It is so old that the Nascent Soul cannot live without this body.

Under the urging of Taoist Zi Lei, the thunder swords burst out with bright thunder light.

The thunder and light are connected with each other, and the boundless thunder sea boils the people!

……

The sun is setting in the distance, the setting sun is shining coldly, and the thunder is like the sea.

Such a scene is quite majestic.

However, Taoist Zi Lei was destined to have no intention of watching.

All his attention was focused on the surging thunder sea in front of him.

do you died?
really dead?

Opening his cloudy eyes, Taoist Zi Lei carefully searched for the figure of the Black Blood Dragon.

How could that beast survive such a thunderous blow?

After all, it is just a hybrid between a dragon and a dragon...

Taking a long breath and looking at his slightly trembling fingers, Taoist Zi Lei showed a helpless smile.

Everyone in the world knows that the ancestor is strong. No matter how strong the ancestor is, he is still a human being.

How many years has it been, how many years has it been since I felt this kind of fear?

Really... As people get older, they become less timid.

As Taoist Zi Lei sighed, a suppressed sound of blood spurting suddenly reached his ears.

Something is wrong!
This is!

Looking around Xun Sheng, Taoist Zi Lei saw the dark purple blood mist at the bottom of the thunder sea.

That beast is not dead yet!

How can it be!

In the horrified gaze of Taoist Zi Lei, a golden snake as thin as a long needle flew directly out from the bottom of the thunder sea.

Its speed is extremely fast, unimaginably fast!
One moment he was in the sea of ​​thunder, and the next moment he was in front of the ancestor.

Ding!
It hit the golden bell, and after a brief pause, Taoist Zi Lei recognized its true form.

Continuously burning essence and blood, squeezing out potential, the black-blood dragon actually took a crucial step.

It...has awakened its bloodline!

What appeared in front of Taoist Zi Lei was a golden thunder dragon!

Lei Qiu continued to fight, and then the golden bell's aura was penetrated.

The jade talisman shattered!The golden body is broken!The body-protecting energy is scattered!Destiny is dark!
The magic weapon made from the dragon scales on the ancestor's forehead shattered directly!
……

Boom boom boom—

There was only a crisp cracking sound, and a golden ray of light flew directly from the back of Zi Lei Ancestor's head.

The setting sun shines coldly, and the mountains and rivers are stained with blood.

The rays of light follow the wind and scatter into the void.

The Black Blood Dragon sacrificed everything it had.

It finally took that incredible step.

A dragon can be big or small, ascend or hide.

If it is big, it will stir up clouds and spit out mist, which will overwhelm a party.

Small ones are hidden, like light and rays.

Putting away the sword formation, Taoist Zi Lei walked towards his son step by step.

In a daze, Taoist Zi Lei saw Xu Xuan back then.

That Xu Xuan who was a toddler and walked unsteadily.

The Xu Xuan who bit his fingers and kept wanting to hug him.

"Immortal... I am just a mortal, how can I be better off if I am to become an immortal..."

"Father, what did you say?"

Before Xu Xuan noticed anything unusual, Xu Weizhou not far away was already trembling like a sieve.

It is no exaggeration to say that Xu Weizhou was almost scared to death.

He...he actually saw Taoist Zi Lei's eyebrows gleaming!

That's not magical power!
But... Taoist Zi Lei's eyebrows were pierced!

What he Xu Weizhou saw was the setting sun at the end!
Eyebrow pierced!

Nascent Soul didn't even have time to escape!
Mom's!
I must be wrong!

Just when Xu Weizhou was rubbing his eyes desperately, Taoist Zi Lei fell directly into Xu Xuan's arms.The moment Zi Lei Taoist fell down, the mountain in front of Xu Xuan fell, and the sky above the mountain also collapsed.

Suddenly, Xu Xuan's face turned pale and his lips lost all color.

He is not a fool...

He knows what's going on...

"..."

The trembling Xu Xuan hugged his father's body tightly, and he was speechless.

The father who shielded him from the wind and rain... turned out to be so skinny.

He is the ancestor of Nascent Soul!
He reached out his hand and slowly touched Xu Xuan's gray temples.

At the last moment of his life, Taoist Zi Lei just wanted to be a father again.

"My child... don't be afraid."

"Father...is always here..."

"Yao'er...you...don't be...afraid..."

……

Taoist Zi Lei died and his life span was five hundred.

He Niansheng's Danzhongdan broke the Purple Thunder Sword Formation.

He released the country of Hai, destroyed the four surnames of Dahe, and raised a thunder dragon.

He also killed a Nascent Soul Ancestor and created a chaotic situation.

Are people considered evil?
Destiny is evil?
……

"Father...Father? Father!"

"Father, wake up!"

"Do not!!!"

"Ah! Dahe Sect! Damn it! I will kill all the people in Dahe!!!"

"Send the order! Execute all the monks of the Dahe Sect!"

"I want them to die!!!"

Holding the body of Taoist Zi Lei in his arms, Xu Xuan raised his head and roared, almost going crazy.

And the expressions of the monks around him also changed.

Taoist Zi Lei is not only Xu Xuan's father, he is also the leader of the Xu family and the ancestor of the Bamboo Sword Sect!

He is the ancestor of Nascent Soul!

He is the sure bet!
Once he dies, the Bamboo Sword Sect will be turned upside down, not to mention that the Bamboo Sword Sect is currently on an expedition against the Dahe Sect.

If he were alive, it would only be a matter of time before he conquered, occupied, and even assimilated the Dahe Sect.

But he died.

The blood of the four surnames of Dahe has long been infiltrated into this land.

Without the ancestor of Nascent Soul, how could the Bamboo Sword Sect suppress this land?
The last ray of sunlight slanted on the faces of the Bamboo Sword Cultivators in the blink of an eye.

it's dark.

……

Dahe Sect, dense forest in the east.

After running around all day, Xia Ming finally found a secluded place.

There are no very powerful wild beasts in the mountains and forests near Dahe Sect, and they are not stupid.

If you are so close to a monk, you will be caught and studied.

Leaning on a big tree, Xia Ming gnawed hard on the dry food.

Hmm... stuffed with prunes and vegetables.

I don’t know where Master found it.

Thinking of his master, Xia Ming fell into entanglement again.

To be honest, Xia Ming wanted to run away.

Anyway, there are more than 30 sects along the Baicang River, and now that he has spiritual roots, they are still top-notch!
Those who worship at the mountain gate will at least enter the inner gate, and even the core disciples will be able to come into contact with advanced cultivation techniques.

Then use Golden Finger to purify it and evolve it. Who can cultivate it better than him?

Invincible, simply invincible.

The key is that, staying here, Xia Ming is really afraid that Master He will heal his golden finger.

Master He can use ice spirit roots to make elixirs!Xia Ming was really afraid of such a talent.

Don't be afraid of [-], just be afraid of what happens.

When the time comes...if the golden finger is gone, Xia Ming really won't be able to cry anymore.

Xia Ming also listened to the audio slips that He Niansheng recorded for him.

After listening to it three times, Xia Ming was sure.

His understanding is equal to that of a pig.

No, maybe the pig understands, but he doesn't understand yet.

This may also be a side effect of cheating, which is reduced understanding.

Could it be that...this golden finger is really a disease?
Three-character disease?
Or Xia Ming Syndrome?
(End of this chapter)