Shi Hao rode his horse to catch up with the remnant immortal from the Immortal Palace who fell like a meteor.
"What is that?" Shi Hao asked Canxian with cold eyes.
After the last ray of silver light entered his body, it seemed to disappear, and he couldn't sense it at all.
Because the little wooden horse was isolated from all immortal pressure, Shi Hao did not feel any discomfort even in front of the remnant immortal.
What Shi Hao didn't notice was that in the distance, the faces of the other true immortals who were watching here had a faint change, and their expressions were very solemn.
For that silver stream of light, for Shi Hao who was penetrated by the silver stream of light.
"That is……"
"The legendary unbreakable curse?"
"Is it true? Ao Ling really has a forbidden curse?"
"If it's true, it's such a waste..."
At this moment, Canxian's hair was disheveled, his hands were stretched out, blood was dripping down, and he was actually broken.
The remaining immortals in the Immortal Palace stared at Shi Hao and the little wooden horse with red eyes.
He was almost kicked to death by a horse.
"Emperor Yuan really loves you. He entrusts you with such immortal weapons to protect himself." Canxian said:
"With such an immortal weapon, not even a real immortal can hurt you."
"But after all, I am the one with the upper hand."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Canxian laughed fiercely, and there was a sense of joy in his laughter.
Shi Hao's eyes were cold, but his expression was very indifferent, and he was not angry.
The little wooden horse kicked over again, this time directly hitting Canxian's head.
Canxian's head spun several times like a top, but it was obvious that such injuries were not enough to kill Canxian.
"Hahahaha, be angry, be resentful." Canxian's gloomy voice sounded.
"I can't live anymore, and you will live, but for a genius like you, the next life will be more painful than death."
"Ha ha ha ha."
Canxian's laughter shook the world, but he still didn't tell Shi Hao what the silver stream of light that penetrated Shi Hao's body was.
"I can use my broken body to replace a future Immortal King, and he will die a worthy death."
Shi Hao stared at Canxian expressionlessly. He admitted that he was careless and relied on the power that the little wooden horse had shown before, so he did not take Canxian seriously.
I suffered a heavy loss at this moment.
"It's too early for you to be proud." Shi Hao said: "No matter what tricks you planted for me or how sinister they are, they are not worth mentioning in front of the Immortal King and Emperor Yuan."
"You are right, you will indeed die, and I will live, but as usual."
The joy on Canxian's face did not diminish and he said nothing.
Emperor Yuan?
There is no coming back!
However, he did not disclose this information. There was no reason for him to know such information. If he did, it would be tantamount to directly betraying Ao Sheng.
He won't do such a thing.
It's not that he is extremely loyal to Ao Sheng in his heart, but that he understands that after such a change, he really can't survive.
If you are destined to die, then don't do those unnecessary things.
"I want to cut off his head with my own hands." Shi Hao said to the little wooden horse.
The little wooden horse turned into a stream of light, and then turned into a long knife and appeared in Shi Hao's hand.
"Ao Ling, your ugly and sinful life is over."
Shi Hao raised his knife, and the remaining immortal in the Immortal Palace struggled wildly, but how could he break free from the imprisonment of the little wooden horse.
The immortals in their heyday were all easily wiped out by little wooden horses, and he was far from a remnant immortal.
"You dare to kill the immortal?" The face of the remnant immortal in the Immortal Palace suddenly became ferocious.
Being almost kicked to death by a horse was already a great shame and humiliation.
But the situation of the little wooden horse is very special, and any true immortal can see how powerful the little wooden horse is.
Although he was embarrassed, he did not completely lose his face due to the extremely powerful power of the little wooden horse.
But if his head was chopped off by Shi Hao, even with the help of the little wooden horse, he would lose all face.
The reputation of being executed and beheaded by a humane monk will definitely be passed down through the ages.
Regardless of whether Shi Hao is holding a knife that was transformed into a small wooden horse, he will always talk about the remaining immortals in the Immortal Palace in the future.
Is he the true immortal who was beheaded by the humane monk?
"Immortal resentment, overwhelming cause and effect, and the implication of cause and effect, you will definitely suffer disaster in the future!"
"Hahaha, I forgot, you have no future."
"Noisy." Shi Hao spit out two words, and his thoughts were transferred to the knife in his hand.
Stars moved, heaven and earth changed, and time and space changed places. When he reappeared, Shi Hao had brought Canxian to another land.
This is Sin State.
The secret power on the long sword transformed by the little wooden horse surged and struck Canxian's legs, causing Canxian to kneel down.
"Because of you, every inch of the land here is stained with the blood of the seven tribes in the Borderlands."
"The heroic souls of the seven tribes are looking at you. Do you feel the hatred and anger?"
Shi Hao's voice became colder and colder. This was what made him the most angry about Canxian.
He could not even care about the suppression and pursuit of him by the Immortal Palace in the past.
But what Shi Hao did to Kunpeng and the seven tribes in the Borderlands was something that Shi Hao could never forget or let go of.
"Your body and soul will stay here, kneeling in Sinzhou forever and atone for your sins for thousands of years."
The sword in Shi Hao's hand was gradually raised, and the sword's light flickered, shining brightly across several states.
"I only regret that I was soft-hearted and didn't kill all sinners!" the immortal of the Immortal Palace roared.
Shi Hao remained silent and raised the knife in his hand to the highest position.
"Show mercy!" A true immortal shouted in the distance, trying to disturb Shi Hao with his voice.
But he failed to come over and was stopped by another true immortal to discuss the Tao.
Everything is a cycle.
Just now they were stopping people and looking for people to discuss the doctrine, but now they are being stopped and being discussed.
"I will wait for you until you can't bear it anymore..."
There was a flash of cold light, and before the immortal could finish speaking, his head flew up, the immortal blood rose into the sky, dyeing the sky red, and his spirit was also cut off.
Completely dead.
"Today, kill the immortal."
Shi Hao's voice sounded calm and calm, but combined with the headless immortal corpse beside him, it was shocking.
A true immortal died in Sinzhou. He knelt on the ground before his death and would continue to kneel here after his death.
The long knife disappeared and turned into the original body of the wooden horse. After shrinking, it landed on Shi Hao's shoulder.
The sun shone down and made mottled patches on Shi Hao's body. His figure was infinitely elongated and extremely majestic.
After beheading the immortal, the evil spirit filled the world, and in contrast with Shi Hao, Shi Hao seemed to have turned into an evil god, a demon.
Shi Hao stood alone in the sky, and at this moment, he suddenly felt a lot of thoughts in his heart.
The universe, heaven and earth, stars, sea, continent, all living beings...
For a moment, there were many thoughts in my mind, and I was overflowing with inspiration.
The true immortal who was immortal in longevity and would not die at the end of his life despite the collapse of heaven and earth died in front of him and in his hands, with his immortal blood still flowing.
The immortal is dead, but the human being is alive.
Shi Hao suddenly became so heroic that he felt that he was as small as dust, infinitely bright but forever trapped in darkness.
Lucidity and fuzzyness, sanity and madness.
He felt very complicated at the moment.
The world is self-contained, comparable to the universe, and the body is like heaven and earth...
As thin as a mote of dust, as thin as an ant, like a candle flame in the wind...
Shi Hao's heart suddenly calmed down, something was brewing.
How many cases of humane killing of immortals have there been in ancient times?
Not many people can understand Shi Hao's mood at this moment. His feelings at this moment are extremely complicated, and the aura in his heart is as tangled as hair, and it is a mess.
He couldn't even figure it out himself.
Even Shi Hao, the person involved, couldn't describe the feeling after beheading the real immortal.
The true immortals from the Immortal Realm Mission suddenly appeared in front of Shi Hao. They all looked at Shi Hao with complicated expressions, as if he was wandering in the sky.
"Little friend, you are in danger." The true immortal of Panwang's lineage sighed.
Shi Hao came back to his senses and his eyes focused.
