The Almighty Taoist of the Beautiful President

Chapter 589 Red Lotus Fire

The dead soldiers of the Holy See, strengthened by the holy water, rushed towards Li Changan and Dabai like a group of gleaming demons.

But they all felt that the red flame on the giant ship in the man's hand was so terrifying.

And Li Changan did not disappoint them either, he raised his giant sword horizontally, and sang in a deep voice: "Red Lotus Fire..."

In Fenglin Shanhuo, the most lethal move was made.

I saw patches of lotus-like flames blooming above the entire floor, and the sky seemed to be burnt scarlet.

The lotus blooms, each petal is like a bright red moon, and every bloom is like death beckoning.

With 30% of the power released, coupled with the blessing of Shi Huang's giant sword, Li Chang'an's red lotus fire has completely blocked the attack of the man in black.

And the power of the red lotus fire has just been released.

With a scream, a man in black who was closest to the scarlet lotus fire suddenly froze in place, and his whole body began to shrink rapidly, as if an inflatable toy had been deflated.

But upon closer inspection, it turned out that his body was being burned by the fire of the red lotus, turning into layers of black sand.

The ashes burned by the red lotus fire were so thorough, and his soul was completely burned.

The land is clean and the black sand is vast, only the scarlet fire lotus is so beautiful.

The people in black burned up one by one, and disappeared so fragilely without making a sound. On the floors above, the black sand blown up by the wind was so icy cold.

Zhao Wuji had already retreated to the very edge of the floor, stretched out his hand and patted his chest, the solo flying wing that had been hidden behind his back unfolded, and then rose into the air, desperately escaping.

His skill was crushed by Li Changan's fist last time, and now he can only escape with this high-tech aircraft.

"Damn it, it's so powerful. Li Changan is even stronger than last time. What kind of trick is that? How did that giant sword come about?" Zhao Wuji panted heavily, desperately controlling the flying wings, and fled into the distance.

He couldn't go back to the boat in Tokyo Bay at this time, because that was the last hiding place of the Holy See's black hands. Zhao Wuji only hoped to escape to the airport and return to Huaxia by private jet.

Back under the protection of the Tianmao Group, and Li Changan, even if he shows great power now, so what, his grievances will never be cleared, and the broken spear will kill him sooner or later!
Zhao Wuji felt complacent when he thought of this, and couldn't help laughing a few times.

After laughing dryly, he felt that something was wrong, why the two sides were so quiet.

He was shocked to realize that he was still above the floor, the flying wings on his back kept beating, and the rocket fuel was also spraying, but he just couldn't move.

Looking down, the jade talisman obtained from Li Chang'an, the supreme treasure of Taixuanzong, the Dayan Longevity Talisman flew out of his arms, and the layers of magic door seals on it were being quickly untied.

"No! No!" Zhao Wuji screamed, and desperately stretched out his hand to grab it, but the seal on the Dayan Longevity Talisman had been completely broken, and then suddenly flew upside down and hit him.

Zhao Wuji spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air, the mask fell off, and the jade talisman pressed against his body and slammed it hard towards the floor.

The flying wings on the back broke off, and the fuel inside burst into flames.

Zhao Wuji tried his best to turn over and extinguish the fire on his body, but then the jade talisman fell down again with a mighty force, and then a foot stepped on his stomach directly.

The giant sword in Li Chang'an's hand snorted, and it stuck into his ear. The man's eyes were as dark as night, and he looked down at him. Those expressionless eyes made Zhao Wuji tremble.

Li Changan waved lightly, and the jade talisman fell into his sleeve.

"Old man, you're back." Li Changan touched the Dayan Longevity Talisman and said calmly.

Zhao Wuji trembled again, but the wide sharp blade of the giant sword was right next to his ear, ready to cut like a guillotine at any time.

He swallowed, looked at Li Changan with a forced smile and said, "Don't kill me, I can tell you a lot of information about the Demon Sect."

Li Chang'an turned around and picked up Hu Yaxin, who was dying of fragrance, and put it down gently in front of him.

Zhao Wuji was so frightened that he propped himself up backwards, but was stepped on the ground again by Li Changan's foot.

Looking at Hu Yaxin's little blood-stained face, Li Changan wiped it off with his sleeve, then leaned over and kissed the corner of her cold mouth.

"You don't let me down, I don't let you down!"

The man said hoarsely: "I will let you go in peace!"

"No! No! Li Chang'an, don't you want to know why I have been hiding in Jiangning for three years? Don't you want to know why the Demon Sect wants to kill Su Wanying? I know all about Su Wanying's secret." Zhao Wuji screamed in horror.

Li Changan slowly stretched out his hand to press the giant sword, and said the last sentence coldly to Zhao Wuji: "I don't care about these things!"

The giant sword came down with endless hatred, and Zhao Wuji was divided into seven sections on the spot. His eyes widened and his tongue stuck out, but no matter how scheming he was, it would be in vain at this time.

Li Changan picked up Hu Yaxin and walked down the stairs slowly. The homeless people watching below were all scared and fled in all directions.

"My everything, everything, is in my heart! In my heart!"

Hu Yaxin's last words seemed to echo in his ears again.

Li Changan was shocked and stopped walking.

He sat down cross-legged, put Hu Yaxin's cold body on his knees, and tremblingly untied her leather jacket. Sure enough, under the left chest covered by a white cloth, a line of blood characters carved with nails appeared.

The snow-white skin and the bright red blood characters were engraved by Hu Yaxin biting her nails bit by bit.

"People of the Holy See, just in the northwest of Tokyo Bay, the old oil tanker Faith..."

Looking at the bright red blood characters, Li Changan could understand the meaning of Hu Yaxin's last words at this time, and could better understand her last eyes.

"You didn't betray me, but I betrayed you!" Li Changan hugged Hu Yaxin, but the spear of Longinus on his chest emitted a faint black light.

With a wow, Li Changan spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the siren sounded, Macbeth pushed away the policemen outside the perimeter, and desperately came to Li Chang'an. Seeing the gun of Longinus and the blood on Li Chang'an's mouth, Macbeth gasped.

He gritted his teeth, turned around and rushed out, blocking Su Wanying outside.

"Miss, you can't go!" Macbeth said in a low voice.

Su Wanying's eyes changed: "Don't stop me, let me go and see Chang'an!"

Macbeth gritted his teeth and struck out with his palm, directly knocking Su Wanying unconscious, then beckoned to two Pandora players who followed him, and whispered a few words.

He returned to Li Changan again, knelt down and supported Master.

"Leave Lao Jin, and bring Wanying and Hu Yaxin back to Jiangning!" Li Changan swallowed the blood in his mouth, and said to Macbeth in a deep voice, "Hu Yaxin, have a good burial! I will go back to meet you. The Tokyo matter is over, and there is nothing left." It's necessary."

Macbeth can understand the master's eyes, and he understands how firm the master's order is at this moment.

Glancing at the spear of Longinus again, Macbeth took the dead woman in the arms of the master, and said in a low voice, "My wife and I are waiting for you in Jiangning."

He closed his eyes, put his hands on his chest, and whispered again: "God, to you is the glory and glory, please grant me mercy. To you is the glory and victory, please grant me miracles, may your glory guide everything, what happened at the beginning , today is the same, amen..."

Li Changan showed a difficult smile: "After so many years, you kid actually started praying again."

Macbeth opened his eyes, but he was about to cry: "I, I just hope it can be useful. If the curse of Longinus' spear can be eliminated, I am willing to give up my hatred and pray to that bastard in the sky again."

Li Changan patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, the one in the sky will definitely be on our side this time."

He glanced down at the broken spear on his chest, walked gently into the shadow under the viaduct, and walked towards Tokyo Bay.

At this time, the first rain after winter finally fell, but with a strange smell of blood...

(End of this chapter)