Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 230

"Jinxu, you are too deceitful, Yanran is just an accidental injury, what good will it do you if you offend my Xuanhuangmen like this?"

The old man Huang was furious, but the young leader in front of him was related to the luck of the human race. Only with his consent could he join the human camp and earn a lot of military merit in exchange for merit. It is also difficult for a Xuanhuang sect to survive in the blood sea Shura army in China.

That is to say, today, if it were someone else, Old Man Huang would have suppressed it long ago.

"Senior, although Xuanyuan Yanran was a manslaughter, there are too many casualties. If you rely on the Xuanhuang Clan's wealth and strength to make the victim's family forgive, then everyone will follow suit in the future and say it was a manslaughter. Lose money afterwards and let it go. Our human army Isn't it breaking the rules and losing people's hearts?"

Jiang Xiaoliu didn't give any face.

The old man Huang's face turned blue with anger: "Jinxu, my Xuanhuang sect has been passed down to this day, and no one has ever given face. You are the first and the last. Today I don't care whether you are the leader or not. Who is the Taoist ancestor behind you?" Come on, you can't move people from my Xuanhuang sect, if you have the guts, try to suppress me together."

Jiang Xiaoliu sneered: "Okay, I'm afraid that you will give in. The stronger you are, the happier I am. Today, I will suppress you two members of the Xuanhuang sect who are lawless and self-reliant, so as to serve as an example to others."

The old man Huang was also very angry, the aura burst out from his body, it turned out to be in the realm of a fairy, but the fairy sword in his hand exuded a strong aura of a fairy weapon.

"My son, let me learn from you. Why did you become the leader of this human race?"

The old man Huang slashed down with his sword, and a yellow sword energy floated towards him. This sword energy was grand and ancient, revealing the aura of vicissitudes and time. It seemed that this sword was cut from the ancient times and crossed time, which made people feel awe. In an instant, he will go through endless vicissitudes, experience the ups and downs of the sea of ​​people, and the transformation of the world. This sword not only cuts the body, but also cuts the heart.

In the endless cycle of reincarnation, if the Dao heart is not firm, I am afraid that I will be completely lost, lose myself, and my soul will be controlled by others; even if the Dao heart is strong and can stay awake, it is enough to be torn apart by the sword energy in a moment of stupefaction. Falling into the illusion of reincarnation and unable to extricate himself.

"Jinxu, my move is called Xuanhuang Reincarnation Slash. Thousands of reincarnations are cut with one sword. Every time you reincarnate, your life will be different. If you can wake up from the illusion on your own, I will count you as the winner. I will take Yanran away immediately. Take your life, if you can't even break free from the illusion, then you can't talk about leading the clan heroes, just hone your Dao heart in this old man's illusion of reincarnation."

Old Man Huang's seemingly unremarkable slash is actually the supreme swordsmanship supernatural power of Xuanhuangmen. Only by experiencing a hundred kinds of lives and ten thousand kinds of occupations can one see through the world of mortals, hone one's Taoism, and refine the Xuanhuang Reincarnation Slash.

His sword, not to mention those below the real immortals, even the Xuanxians with higher realms than him would have to back away, so the old man Huang is full of confidence, and he doesn't think Jiang Xiaoliu can break free at all, even if his Dao heart is really firm. If it is a rock, it will not be affected by the reincarnation of thousands of generations, but if you can't understand the mystery of this reincarnation, you won't be able to escape for a while.

In a duel between masters, the outcome is often instantaneous. Even if Jiang Xiaoliu takes a breath in the illusion, he will lose, which is enough for Old Man Huang to kill him several times.

That's why the old man Huang let go with Yanran, but he still didn't dare to kill him. After all, this Jinxu in front of him is a person recognized by Taoist ancestors. He holds the order of heaven and has great luck. If he is killed, the heaven will definitely punish him. . ,

Leaving him alone is actually more uncomfortable than killing him. The leader of the alliance said he wanted to maintain military discipline, but he was subdued with one move, which is already embarrassing.

In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Xiaoliu stood still, as if he had fallen into an illusion and couldn't extricate himself. Xuantian and Xiao Yan were anxious but helpless.

"Hahaha, what kind of son of destiny, what kind of ancestor, what kind of leader of the human race, is just a child with a yellow mouth, this level of strength is also worthy of leading the heroes, go back as soon as possible and practice for a few more years."

Seeing this, the old man Huang laughed heartily, thinking that the leader of Jinxu in front of him had some supernatural powers, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even catch his own sword, he was really too careful.

"Really? You have been cultivating for tens of thousands of years, but you are only in the realm of a fairy. Your potential has long been exhausted. You can't even see my substitute method. How dare you shout here, die to me."

Countless vines in the void suddenly came out from around the old man Huang. The old man reacted quickly, and quickly opened a yellow shield, but he didn't expect those vines to be so weird that they ignored the shield and pierced through. Go in, directly and deeply pierced the old man Huang's body, making a sound like a human swallowing food, sucking the old man completely, and the flesh, flesh and soul no longer exist.

"Elder Huang!"

Xuanyuan Yanran turned pale with shock, and slashed out three sharp bluish-blue sword qi, but was easily bounced away by the vines, and even wrapped up the sword qi and swallowed it completely.

"Today, in vain you are the leader of the human race, so cruel and easy to kill, how can you convince the crowd?"

"Oh? You killed dozens of innocent people. Is it cruel and easy to kill? I just killed an old guy who intends to destroy the military discipline of our human race and actively attack the leader. Is it cruel?"

Xuanyuan Yan was at a loss for words, and scolded coquettishly: "If you kill me, the elder of the Xuanhuang sect, even if you are the leader of the alliance, no one can protect you."

"Xuanyuan Yanran, you can't protect yourself, and you still care about others. Are you going to kill yourself, or should I send you to death?"

Jiang Xiaoliu pointed like a sword, and the sword energy from his fingertips shot straight into the sky, stirring in all directions, Xuanyuan Yanran's heart shuddered when he saw it.

"I am the saint of the Xuanhuang sect. You have already killed an elder of me. Do you want to kill the saint now?"

"Holy maiden, even if you are the supreme teacher who dares to violate military discipline, this lord will kill you."

Xuanyuan smiled strangely, and once again sacrificed the Xuanhuang Order, and said with a mysterious formula: "Really? You want to kill our head teacher? Well, I will ask the head teacher to come down and see if you dare to kill."

"Buzz!"

Xuanhuang ordered a golden beam of light to break through the defense formation of the human race above the nine heavens, tearing open a huge opening. The gap in the space is not a dark universe, nor a violent cosmic storm, but a large number of spirits. Pure incomparable spirit of the fairy world.

This kind of high-level aura cannot be directly absorbed by human monks, and they will only be blown into ashes due to greed, but the immortal law that does not affect the fairy aura has dyed this space into a supreme treasure.

Just a few breaths of effort, the spirit of the fairy has given birth to countless exotic flowers and plants in a radius of thousands of miles, and condensed many accompanying rare treasures of heaven and earth.

"Saint, there is only one chance to summon this seat. This is the camp of the human race. Who dares to kill you and waste such a precious opportunity to call this seat."

A deep and majestic voice floated out from the crack in the space, echoing between the heaven and the earth. An old man who looked like an ancient god was wearing a black and yellow Taoist robe and was slowly falling down with a whisk in his hand.

This person is the supreme head teacher of the legendary hermit sect, Xuanhuang Taoist.

(End of this chapter)