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Chapter 133 Death is not the end

Master Mrs. Xuanyin walked suddenly, and in a trance, he was completely unprepared.

Even the corpse was not left behind... A cluster of blood flames ignited quietly, and the corpse quickly turned into ashes in the blood flames... She had planned all of this long ago.

It was not until Song Xiaoci's figure completely disappeared in front of him that Xia Qingyang felt lost in his heart.

For this master, his inner senses are extremely complex.

In the early days, he had to live in shamelessness in front of her. Now he is almost equal to her... Their master and apprentice gradually gained mutual trust, and they became more and more intimate when they got along... It seems like relatives, but also a little bit

ambiguous.

He often thought that if he hadn't been Jiang Dongcheng's son, he might have really couldn't help but want to have something happen to his master. Anyway, no one has decided on these human ethics.

It was just because of Jiang Dongcheng's existence that their relationship quietly stopped at a certain boundary, and no one was willing to cross it.

"It's good that you have reincarnated and re-educated. Those who practice this life are too biased after all..." A cold sigh appeared in Xia Qingyang's ear.

He looked at him in shock, but saw an extremely graceful and dignified woman standing beside him, with a cold breath and nobleness above the clouds.

"this?"

Xia Qingyang exclaimed in surprise.

He had set up statues of gods for the three fairies, and had seen images of all the immortals in the Jie Sect. Naturally, he could recognize that the person in front of him was Fairy Yunxiao... But he had only had time to make a sound and was stopped by a gesture from the fairy.

It's right.

Fairy Yunxiao nodded slightly and said, "Junior brother, don't extend it. This is the incarnation of incense. I don't want others to know about it."

Xia Qingyang understood at a glance that this was the meaning of "talking later", so he calmly put away his face and stood by his side quietly waiting...

Jiang Dongcheng was still sad, but Xia Qingyang was... To put it bluntly, he was still dying even when he was waiting for him.

He agreed to die soon, but Song Xiaoci died first and he was still crying here...

After a while, Jiang Dongcheng finished crying.

Of course, his deadline is coming.

He cried and asked Xia Qingyang with red eyes: "Qingyang, you are willing...forget it, I know you must not, so I won't force it."

"This flying fairy sword shouldn't be left with me anymore. I just hope Qingyang, you can see that we are father and son after all, and I can send this sword back to Daoming Fei Fairy Sect for me after I die. I will hand it over to my master.

Akiko's hands, I can rest in peace."

Xia Qingyang hesitated for a moment and took the sword...

Forget it, after all, the dead are the most important.

Anyway, he has been freed, so he just thinks he will go this time.

Unexpectedly, the flying fairy sword went around and returned to his hands... It was really unpredictable.

Seeing him put away the Feixian Sword, Jiang Dongcheng finally closed his eyes and swallowed his last breath.

His cultivation has long been gone, and now his life is scattered, so naturally his soul is flying.

Not right...

Xia Qingyang could see Jiangdong becoming a true spirit leaping out, and the black air was wrapped around it, as if he was reluctant to leave.

At this moment, a ghost gate suddenly opened when someone was invisible.

Then, a strong man with his head turned out of the door, grabbed the true spirit with a chain and went into the door...

Seeing this, Xia Qingyang couldn't help but step forward and clasped his fists and asked: "Dare you ask, how will this person be dealt with?"

Niu Tou felt impatient when he heard this inquiry, but when he looked up and saw Xia Qingyang, he was a little surprised and replied: "It turned out to be a great master in the world... This person is a serious sin. He went there and was sent to the eighteenth level of hell.

Only by carrying torture can you escape the robbery.”

"Of course, if a great master is willing to try his sins, he can also reduce some punishment."

When Xia Qingyang heard this, he shook his head secretly and said, "I have settled my grudges with him... I can't control what he has after he dies."

However, what he didn't expect was that just the four words "Grievances are settled" made the black aura on Jiang Dong Cheng's body fade a lot.

He was slightly stunned, and then he realized that this was because Jiang Dongcheng had a lot of karma in his body.... Then the person who tied the bell must be untied. His words "Grievances are settled" meant that he let go

I got understanding from Jiang Dongcheng after revenge.

Therefore, the karma that he "brushes" from him was reduced by half...

Niu Tou was stunned and said, "This has reduced at least three thousand years of prison terms. However, he committed many serious crimes when he was alive, but these sins cannot be ignored."

That is to say, there is still a sentence of seven thousand years...

Xia Qingyang didn't have much to say about this and said to the bullhead: "Thank you, God, for your advice, please say hello to Brother Seven for me."

Niu Tou was surprised: "You still know them?"

"Ha, that's my own people. If you have time, come to the underworld to be a guest... I have something to do, so I'll say goodbye first."

This is a lot more familiar.

However, it did not stop politely. It pulled the chain and pulled Jiang Dongcheng's soul back to the gate of hell.

At this time, Jiang Dongcheng's body also lost the support of his last breath and dissipated into dust...

Xia Qingyang watched Niuta leave, suddenly came back to his senses, and suddenly realized that he was already alone...

"Junior brother!"

Song Ru's voice came from behind him.

He turned around and saw that Song Ru had already said worriedly: "Junior brother, how is this good... Master, she actually...why would you come back and be the Lord of the Blood Pool? I'm really afraid of doing it myself

not good."

Xia Qingyang shook his head and said, "Don't worry, the blood pool is protected by the ancestors and will never have any major problems... The first thing now is to bring the news of Master's death back to the Holy Gate."

"If the Demon Lord and the other four Jedi people are too forced, the senior sister will bring out the four ancestors... The four ancestors will help you."

To count it this way... He was expelled from the sect by Song Xiaoci, and then he became the only leader of the Jie Sect?

Wow, why does it seem that the social status has been greatly improved?

Then he added: "If it really doesn't work, just let the blood pool be independent. I will let the four ancestors pass on the wonderful method again. This is very easy to handle."

Song Ru: “…”

It sounds very simple, but this is feasible...

Not bad either.

Song Ru suddenly understood something, nodded to Xia Qingyang and said, "Don't worry, junior brother, I know what to do."

Then she went to appease her disciples... Song Xiaoci left simply, but she wanted to clean up such a mess.

Xia Qingyang sighed inwardly, still staying in the pavilion by the pond.

Seeing this, the disciples of the blood pool around them all tactfully retreated... Although he was expelled by Song Xiaoci, everyone understood the reason and everyone dared to neglect them.

After everyone dispersed, Fairy Yunxiao's incense incarnation appeared again in front of him.

And this time, she still held a ray of fragrant soul in her hand...it was Song Xiaoci's soul.

"I didn't expect it? This is my new worship of Master Yunxiao. Why don't you come to pay homage to Master soon?"

Song Xiaoci's soul body appeared, and seemed to be very proud of the surprised expression on Xia Qingyang's face.

Xia Qingyang's mouth twitched, and then said, "But Miss Xiaoci, you have driven me out of the sect just now!"

"What are you calling me?!" Song Xiaoci's soul body widened her eyes, and it was really vivid.


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