The souls of the five gods all showed expressions of disbelief.
"No, it's impossible. How can you defeat the eleven gods? You must be lying to me, you must be lying to me." Austin shook his head repeatedly, his face full of horror.
"Why should I lie to you?"
After Long Xiaoshan said calmly, he turned around, and the void formation was crushing down crazily.
The five divine souls all screamed in agony.
But soon, the screams fell into silence again.
Long Xiaoshan stepped into the air and descended.
After landing on the ground, at this time, there was a huge hole on the side of the mountain. The Golden God King was lying there with a dark golden spear stuck in his chest. The dragon on the spear was still circling endlessly, making a faint sound of dragon roar.
The heart of the Golden God King has been pierced, but his divine body is extremely powerful, so he is still alive and keeps twisting and struggling.
It's just that the Coiling Dragon Spear is a peerless spiritual weapon tempered by thunder tribulation.
How can a mere early stage God Realm person break free?
No matter how hard the Golden God King struggled, it was all in vain. His flesh and blood were constantly drying up, and his original golden color had now turned into pale gold.
When the Coiling Dragon Spear was first refined, Long Xiaoshan added a variety of peerless treasures.
Among them is the kryptonite confiscated by Blue Shield.
This is specially designed to restrain the divine realm, and contains the kryptonite virus, which can corrode flesh and blood.
The power of flesh and blood of the Golden God King is constantly draining away.
Click.
The Golden God King looked up and saw a man standing next to him, looking down at him with extremely cold black eyes.
The Golden God King stiffened, and he stopped struggling. When he saw Long Xiaoshan, he was just like the five gods, with deep confusion and disbelief in his eyes.
But Long Xiaoshan was not going to explain anymore.
He stepped on the chest of the Golden God King, pulled out the Coiling Dragon Spear, aimed at the Golden God King's head and stabbed it, poof!
The golden god king's body trembled violently, and then the golden light on his body completely dimmed.
Long Xiaoshan took off a space storage magic weapon from the Golden God King, popped out a flame, burned him into nothingness, and jumped back to Longmen.
"Hill."
As soon as he landed in Longmen Square, Long Xiaoshan heard a woman's voice and saw Shangguan Lily and others there.
"Are you okay?" Long Xiaoshan asked.
"It's okay, it's okay. I was scared to death just now. It was like countless cannonballs exploding in the sky." A group of women were also palpitating. After all, the battle in the divine realm was too terrifying.
However, because the wine Taoist did not say that Long Xiaoshan was besieged and killed by the eleven gods in Kunlun Mountain, these women were relatively calm because they believed that Long Xiaoshan would definitely come to save them.
Long Xiaoshan left a magic weapon for each family member.
He felt relieved that his parents, sister, and the women from Hechuan, Yanjing and other places were all fine.
"Xiaoshan, fortunately you are back."
A black figure swept down from the sky, and it turned out to be Yue Ling. It was very hard for him to control the formation by himself just now.
"Brother Yue, thank you for your hard work. I'm going to see Wang Chao and the others first," Long Xiaoshan said.
"Well, go ahead, they are all seriously injured."
Long Xiaoshan nodded and quickly entered the Longmen Hall. Wang Chao and Long Ji were both lying there.
The two of them had just fought against the God Realm. Since they had not cultivated to the God Realm, it would have been extremely miserable. However, one of them practiced the Blood Demon Sutra, and the other was a demon. They were both fleshly perverts. After Long Xiaoshan checked them, he knew that they
There is no fear of life.
He gave them a few pills to take, and used the immortal essence to force out the remaining divine destructive power in their bodies, and then let them heal their wounds on their own.
What's more important now is Jiudao and Dugu Yun.
Long Xiaoshan ducked and appeared in a room.
The bartender sat there, looking at a black coffin, motionless.
"Taoist Priest, why don't you heal yourself?" Long Xiaoshan said.
The wine Taoist smiled brightly: "The old ghost has been alone all his life, with a sword as his companion, and he has no heirs. He will definitely be lonely on the road to hell. How could the Taoist let him go there alone?"
As he spoke, blood continued to flow from the corners of the wine conservator's mouth, his face became increasingly pale, and his breath continued to weaken.
Long Xiaoshan pressed his palm on the wine Taoist's back and injected a stream of immortality essence. The wine Taoist's injuries were also very serious, almost to the point of collapse. The most troublesome thing was that the wine Taoist had no way of saving himself and was bent on seeking death.
"Taoist Master, didn't I tell you that there is still hope to save Senior Dugu's soul? What's more, Senior Dugu never wants to see you like this. The road is so difficult. If you really want to step into reincarnation, all your efforts in this life will be in vain.
." Long Xiaoshan shouted.
The bartender's expression changed slightly.
As a cultivator, who is not pursuing the path to immortality?
He practiced hard for a hundred years and entered the innate world.
Once the reincarnation is released, everything in the previous life will disappear. Who can say that in the next life, one can definitely step into the path of cultivation? It is more likely that he will become one of the common people and waste his life in vain.
"But even if the old ghost's soul can be restored, he will never be able to hold a sword again." The wine master said.
Long Xiaoshan said: "As a cultivator, the body is a skin. As long as the soul is there, everything is possible. I know that once you step into the true immortal world, you can reshape your body. In short, there are thousands of ways in this world, how can you give up so easily.
"
Long Xiaoshan used the power of his soul to shout.
The wine Taoist was shocked all over, as if he was enlightened, and his dim eyes gradually lit up, and he murmured: "Yes, with the old ghost's personality, even if he only has his soul left, he will never give up. I am a monk,
How can you act like a little girl?"
The wine Taoist suddenly shook his head and laughed. He stood up and bowed deeply to Long Xiaoshan: "Master, I have learned a lesson."
"Taoist Master, you are trying to offend me." Long Xiaoshan helped him up.
The wine Taoist shook his head: "Practitioners, masters come first, and heroes are not judged by their age. I am obsessed with it. How can I give up the path so easily?"
The wine connoisseur sat down cross-legged, took out the elixir, and began to swallow it.
And fully cooperated with Long Xiaoshan in healing.
Long Xiaoshan took out various magical elixirs and used the immortal essence to help the wine Taoist with all his strength. It took him a full day to finally stabilize the wine Taoist's injury. Although it would take a long time to recover, as long as the injury was stabilized, he would be fine.
It's okay.
For this reason, Long Xiaoshan also spent a lot of money.
He looked at Dugu Yun in the soul-raising wooden coffin again. One day later, Dugu Yun's physical body had completely disintegrated. Only a piece of clothing was left in the coffin, but there was a faint shadow of a villain in the soul-raising wooden coffin.
Huddled in the coffin.
This shadow is also extremely fragile and seems to be about to dissipate when the wind blows.
But the soul-nurturing wood is truly a strange tree. The power of nourishing the soul forms a void light shield, covering the phantom, like the mother's womb of a divine soul, nourishing the phantom.
Long Xiaoshan took out the Taiyi Divine Sword and put it in it.
I hope this sword intention can stimulate the soul to grow stronger and awaken.
Apart from this, there really isn't much that Long Xiaoshan can do. Everything depends on God's will and Dugu Yun's own will.
