Photographed by Ji Xiang Mowei, even though the monks listened to Jiang Quzi and Bai Wuzi loudly confusing right and wrong, they no longer had the courage to take action. No matter how much they talked and talked, they did not dare to take a step further.
Seeing this scene, the two of them gradually despaired.
Ji Xiang sneered: "They insult Wudang Mountain because Wudang Mountain doesn't know how to kill people."
"They don't dare to bully me, because I really know how to kill people."
"And the people I killed were all killed for the sake of heaven. They were all people who deserved to die and deserved to be killed."
Patting one of them on the head, just like patting a pig or dog, Bai Wuzi was filled with shame and anger. He looked at the chief of Taiqing Palace with sorrowful eyes and said loudly: "I'm afraid we are going to die here today and bleed in the fairy mountain." ! Oh! Senior brother, please report to the palace master when you get back. This person is a great devil in the world. We must gather our colleagues and fight against him!"
There was sadness and resentment in his eyes, and he was actually preparing for a final fight.
Damn it, how could it have come to this!
I really don’t want to be tortured anymore!
Since you don't dare to go up, I'm afraid you will be tortured to death and have difficulty escaping. It's better to kill yourself now and leave a clean reputation. And with this level of killing, all Taoist sects in the world will regard Ji Xiang. A must-kill person!
Even if you are lucky, you can arouse the resentment of the spiritual community against the imperial court, and the world will change hands... No matter who you give it to, it doesn't matter!
It's good that you, Ji Xiang, dare to kill people, but you are a crippled immortal after all. Would the true immortal of the imperial court, the Heavenly Master Zhang, watch you slaughter your fellow disciples indiscriminately?
The public opinion of the world is what matters!
Bai Wuzi decided to risk his own life to pull Ji Xiang into the water. However, his body was shaken by energy, but he could not extinguish himself.
Self-destruction and self-destruction are not the same. Self-destruction requires the magic power to be alive. It is a desperate blow, and they have all been cursed, sealing their magic power, and only giving them a breath of innate air to hang their lives. The so-called self-destruction is Letting this innate energy dissipate, so that if the life dies, the soul will also disperse immediately. This is a decent way to die at the last moment.
But now, although this Qi frequently shakes, it refuses to destroy itself!
"You want to dissipate your Qi and destroy yourself? Unfortunately, you can't do it. Although the spell can't seal the innate Qi, I can."
Ji Xiang said lightly, and Bai Wuzi was surprised: "I have never heard of such a spell!"
"Then there is it now, I made it up."
After sacrificing the scriptures of the White Lotus Sect, when he returned to Yingtian, he made up a spell on the spot to deal with this situation.
The true meaning of the three teachings is unreasonable. If you say there is no such spell, then I will make one up for you, and here it is.
As for the disaster caused by this small magic, it is not a big disaster. Moreover, we have already arrived at Wudang Mountain, and the Three Corpse Gods and the Little Fox are on the mountain.
Ji Xiang could feel the aura of his three corpse gods. Compared with when he was separated, the aura was much weaker. It seemed that he had to deal with monsters and the like on the way back.
When Jiang Quzi saw that Bai Wuzi was unable to destroy himself, he was immediately filled with despair!
It is impossible to die, and it is difficult to escape. If he is taken back to Fuli again, he may be killed by lightning again!
They were different from those Yuanshen accomplices. They had been working for King Lu a long time ago. Even if they did not do evil things directly, they were done indirectly. For example, they went to some people's homes and falsely claimed that their children had immortals. The spiritual bones were taken away for cultivation, and the body would be gone for a hundred years. The parents were still grateful, but little did they know that these children had all become the boy's blood pill refined by King Lu.
This can be regarded as an evil deed. The reason why the heaven and the earth do not bring down the thunder calamity may be because the opponent was not killed directly. However, when the thunder city fell in the Dafuli soil, whether it was the main crime or the accessory crime, all were clearly recorded in the record!
Therefore, the thunder calamity of the few of them is much stronger than that of the Yuanshen monks! If they go through two more rounds, their lives may not be guaranteed, and they will end up in a state of despair!
This kind of humiliating death is really hard to accept!
"Afraid?"
The look of fear in Jiang Quzi's eyes was caught by Ji Xiang, and he laughed at the right time:
"For the evil deeds you have done in the past, the thunder and calamity of the world will not kill you, because you have done good deeds before. Some people have done many evil deeds in this life and have not received retribution because their ancestors or accumulated too much in their previous life."
The good deeds added to his head will be offset by each evil deed he does."
"When you reach the realm of refining gods, you will no longer have any disasters. There are no rigid rules or requirements between heaven and earth, except for the thirteen hundred good deeds that must be done in order to ascend to immortality."
"Therefore, you are free to indulge as much as you like without entering Pure Yang, or if you enter Pure Yang without ascending to immortality, you can go around killing homeless people for pleasure, kidnapping and selling children for pleasure, and deceiving lowly and disabled people for pleasure.
These are all your actions.”
"Because even if these people die, no one will hold them accountable. There are hundreds of millions of people in the world, enough for you to live and die."
Jiang Quzi's expression suddenly changed!
Ji Xiang laughed loudly and slapped his head with brisk movements, each time it was like cutting the top of his head with a knife:
"There is nothing to be afraid of. Since these things are done secretly, it is unknowable to God and ghosts. Only God knows what you know and what I know."
"Heaven and earth have no five senses, they cannot see things, and they cannot speak if they know it. The words "you and me" are just pronouns, which can refer to anyone, but they do not refer to anyone."
"For example, you and me."
"Humans and demons."
Ji Xiang's smile made Jiang Quzi's fear penetrate deep into his bones. By some strange coincidence, he suddenly asked in a low voice and fearfully: "Demon, if you really know what I did, how did you know?"
Ji Xiang maintained that frightening fake smile again.
"I don't know, I just said it casually."
Jiang Quzi's hair stood on end, and suddenly his body, as burnt as charcoal, began to tremble!
But Bai Wuzi was completely unaware of this, and was still preaching to the monks how hateful and deserving Ji Xiang was, and how he couldn't even make them commit suicide.
But he didn't notice that Ji Xiang's finger opened a small spell.
At this time, the faces of the monks all turned extremely pale, and those who were the accomplices of Prince Lu among them were even more frightened. What they were frightened about was that Ji Xiang's casual words made Jiang Quzi stop talking.
"You...you really did these things?"
"You did it too?"
The head of Taiqing Palace interrupted Bai Wuzi's long speech and asked almost like a roar, his eyes still pointed at Jiang Quzi.
Before Bai Wuzi understood what was happening, he saw Ji Xiang's hand pinching a magic formula.
"It's nothing, just a small magic trick."
Ji Xiang's smile was very fake.
As for Jiang Quzi's appearance, he seemed to have the appearance of a cowardly and frightened demon outside his body and soul.
How can this demon appear when the mind is thinking?
The third level of the Chapter of Conquering Demons.