Bai Qi's heroic soul came with a sword, riding a war horse, holding a sword in his hand and feeling awe-inspiring.
The so-called powerful general is a state where he takes the head of the general thousands of miles away, like taking objects from a bag, killing thousands of enemies like no one.
The powerful general must be the God of Killing Bai Qi.
Bai Qi's heroic soul rode a black war horse and rushed into the lamas of the three Tantric sects. The sword rose with the wind and the sword tip passed by. Although the person was fine, his body and spirit were scattered. The soul was instantly destroyed, and no one present had a combination of them.
Enemy.
"Tread, step, step" the war horse ** arrived in front of King Jinlun and the two of them, and then he raised his sword and fell out of thin air.
"Slay!" A sword changed.
Seeing this, King Jinlun and two other Tantric masters fought hard and tried their best to block the attack, but found that everything was so futile that the killing god was unstoppable.
"Puff..." The Golden Wheel King sprayed blood and suddenly exploded in his hand, shattering into a pile of rotten iron. The other two were directly slashed to the ground with a sword and then died without knowing their life and death.
"Swish" After the sword passed, the killing god Bai Qi held the reins with one hand and pulled them violently, and the war horse rose into the air. The two then dissipated between heaven and earth, without a trace.
Xiang Que bowed to the ground again and shouted, "I respectfully send the God of Killing back..."
Broken sword came back, Xiang Que pinched the iron sword and said, "Come again, I can't make any of you out of this area."
The King of Jinlun looked at him in a yin and nodded and said, "Drone, right? Our three religions of Tantric Buddhism swear to make you pay for your blood debt with this blood, let's go."
In an instant, all the lamas of the three tantric religions, except for the dead, retreated in a hurry and were in a mess.
Xiang Que let out a long sigh, sat down on the ground depressedly, panting. This time, summoning Bai Qi's heroic soul was several times more powerful than the battle he had just left the mountain. The sequelae was that he almost took away nearly half of his Taoist energy.
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Wang Xuanzhen and Cao Shanjun hurried over and asked in a hurry: "Brother, you are too fierce, are you okay? How about it?"
Xiang Que stretched out two hands to indicate, "It's okay, just take a break, come and light a cigarette, I'll take a ease."
"Pa" Wang Xuanzhen took out the cigarette and threw it on him, then turned to look at the white-clothed female Bodhisattva standing beside her.
Suddenly, the sexy Wang Xuanzhen could not suppress the restless aura in his body. He asked with a slutty voice: "That......, this female Bodhisattva, are you injured?
Are you sick? If you have any problems, please go to the car to rest for a while, drink some water and sit down."
Wang Xuanzhen bent over and stretched out his right hand to make an invitation. However, the woman in white didn't even look at him. She first glanced lightly and then walked to Cao Shanjun to look at him.
Wang Xuanzhen smirked and scratched her head, feeling quite embarrassed, spitted a cigarette at Que, and scolded: "It's time."
Cao Shanjun put his hands together and lowered his head and said, "Namo Amitabha... Bodhisattva, you are polite."
It's quite rare. The white-clothed Bodhisattva actually bowed to him, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Wang Xuanzhen said speechlessly: "Suddenly, I didn't like him for no reason. It's so annoying to have a head that deserves a beating."
"Haha, you're sour," Xiang Que grinned.
Wang Xuanzhen sighed and glanced at the female Bodhisattva and said, "It's so sweet. It's even more attractive than the twenty-year-old Yang Yuying. I'm so proud."
Xiangque patted him very hard and said, "Be cautious. If you have a handle in his hands, we will be led by this child in the future. Be honest, don't be blind."
After Cao Shanjun finished his tribute, he stood up and said, "Do you dare to ask the Bodhisattva, is it from the Yellow Sect of Tantric Buddhism?"
"Tanishism, Yellow Sect"
Cao Shanjun asked again: "I saw you transformed into a Bodhisattva body before..."
The female Bodhisattva suddenly raised her hand and said, "There is a place you should go with me."
A few minutes later, Xiang Que burned the body on the ground with a fire, and then a few people got into the car, Xiang Que and Wang Xuanzhen were sitting in front, and the woman in white and Cao Shanjun sat in the back row, and the white little sable was happily in Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun's
He jumped around and had a very intimate attitude.
Wang Xuanzhen looked at the rearview mirror and asked weakly: "Where are we going?"
"Gongbashan, Gandan" said the woman in white.
Wang Xuanzhen asked in a little confused, "A place name? I haven't heard of it before, I don't know how to get there."
Cao Shanjun said from behind: "You can navigate"
Wang Xuanzhen bared her teeth and turned around and said, "I can't even understand the smart phone. What are you talking about with me about navigation? Stop it."
"No, brother, why are you doing this? Why do you still bite people? You've messed with you?"
Wang Xuanzhen was driving the car and said angrily: "Don't mess with me, I just annoy you. There is no reason for this."
Cao Shanjun then gritted his teeth and patted the ferret in his arms and said, "Baobai, scratch him."
The ferret suddenly bared his teeth and opened his claws and rushed to the driver's seat. Wang Xuanzhen was immediately frightened and lost his temper. He had just seen the power of this little thing. After one claw, the lama directly used a knife to hold his arm.
A piece of meat on it was peeled off. If it was a waste of time, would you say you would have to take the knife and cry and castrate yourself?
Xiang Que reached out and grabbed the ferret's neck and stuffed it into his arms, and said softly: "Don't look at his flesh, they are all sour, be honest with him."
"Thank you..." The woman in white behind suddenly spoke.
Xiang Que looked back at her and said, "What are you thanking?"
"It was hurt before, you saved it."
"Oh, stop talking, help the beast to enjoy it." Xiangque sighed a little worriedly. This little guy swallowed the fruit he snatched with trouble. Now he thinks about it.
"It is my natal spiritual pet. I will also be affected if it is injured, so thank you."
Xiang Quemuran was stunned. He had really heard from the old Taoist about the matter of the natal spiritual pet, but he had never seen anyone carry the natal spiritual pet for many years.
Since it can be called the natal spiritual pet, the fate between this spiritual pet and its owner can be connected to each other. To put it simply, a person will have more lives. If the person is dead, the soul will neither disperse nor jinru the underworld.
He possesses himself with his spiritual pet. If he can use his secret technique, he will have a chance to return to his yang again.
Moreover, the spiritual pet and the owner have a similar mind, and the two are almost equal to one.
However, it is said that this secret technique has been lost for a long time and has not appeared in the world for many years. Unexpectedly, the ferret brought by the white-clothed woman Bodhisattva is actually a spiritual pet.
Xiang Que looked at the ferret in his arms with greed. If he could also get a natal spiritual pet on his body, he would have been more confident in the catastrophe more than two years later.