Chapter 953 The water in Jixian Court is very deep!
Taoist priest Taichong, who was the Half-Step Ancestral Master, became a prisoner and was escorted away by two old eunuchs.
Jia Shi'an was the only one left here.
He stood on this land, looked at the stretching silver frost, sighed, and said with sadness on his face: "It's so difficult to make a living!"
"However, our family will remember your death, and His Majesty will also remember it."
"Go in peace."
After the words fell, he breathed out slowly, and the qi and blood in his body burst out with endless power.
At this moment, he simply turned into a big sun!
The power of Qi and blood stretches for dozens of miles!
The land that was originally frozen suddenly melted away, the dead vegetation became alive again, and the rivers began to flow again.
It is a pity that those who died can never be resurrected.
After Jia Shi'an finished doing this, his originally strong aura subsided again, and he returned to his decayed appearance.
However, I don't know if he suddenly exerted too much force, but his whole waist seemed to bend a little more, and he left here with his hands in his sleeves.
Not long after they left, officials from the government arrived.
Special personnel went from house to house to collect and clean up the bodies of these people and bury them one by one.
And the other side.
Ji Zuodao, who was walking away, suddenly turned around reluctantly when Jia Shi'an took action, and looked in this direction from a distance: "So strong!"
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Yang Fan quickly pushed the small wooden basin and caught the splashed blood again.
I silently gave myself a thumbs up.
Just when Ji Zuodao turned around, the angle of the blood splashing changed instantly. If it weren't for his quick hands and eyes, he would have almost wasted it.
Ji Zuodao ignored Yang Fan's little move and said softly: "Just now, someone from heaven arrived!"
"Heaven?"
Yang Fan's movements paused.
"Yes! It should be someone from the imperial court!"
Ji Zuodao nodded, and gently stroked his overstuffed belly with his hand, "It's not like a new heavenly being like me, but an old-fashioned heavenly being! And it's an old-fashioned heavenly being who has completed the five levels of cultivation!"
"I wonder what the difference is between completing the five levels and cultivating one level alone?"
Yang Fan couldn't help but ask.
"We are all heavenly beings, but their paths are different!"
Ji Zuodao chuckled lightly and said: "It is extremely dangerous to go sideways with a sword, but it goes faster. Completing the five levels seems wonderful, but how can there be so many people in the world who are talented enough to complete the five levels?
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"For me, taking one path is enough."
Even though he is from a royal family, who says that a member of the royal family must have outstanding talents?
Even though he was given warmth and nourishment before he was born, and even received various trainings such as cutting off his hair and cleaning his marrow after birth, there is no sense in the matter of talent.
If you force yourself to walk through the five stages of the path of heaven and man, even if you succeed in one or two stages, you may face a lifetime of stagnant progress!
On the contrary, it is better to choose to go all the way.
Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao couldn't help but sigh.
It's not a good thing if dad is too fertile.
There are too many people competing...
For a thousand years, God knows how many babies my father gave birth to. They bloomed everywhere and showed mercy everywhere, but the ones that can really be left behind will always be rare, and the ones that die will die forever.
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Yang Fan suddenly thought of something and asked: "My brother has been promoted to a martial arts heavenly being. I wonder when he will face the five-death period?"
"Five-life period..."
At the mention of this, Ji Zuodao's face turned gloomy.
Because the five declines of heaven and man are the greatest pain for all those who can reach heaven and man at one level!
After all, it doesn’t matter how you cultivated to become a heavenly being.
As long as you become a heavenly being, you will inevitably face five catastrophes: the decline of Qi and blood, the decline of the physical body, the decline of the bones, the decline of the muscles and collaterals, and the decline of the skin!
Cross over, heaven and man will be perfect!
If you can't make it through, not even a withered bone will be left!
When Yang Fan saw that Ji Zuodao's face was not good-looking, he closed his mouth in a sarcastic manner.
Silently he picked up the small wooden basin again.
Cars and horses move forward.
The group of people gradually came to the junction of Shendu and Hebei Road.
I've sent you a thousand miles away, but I have to say goodbye in the end.
"Brother, you should go back."
Ji Zuodao reminded Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was holding a small wooden basin, holding back his reluctance to leave Ji Zuodao, and asked: "Brother, I'm going away, but I don't know when will I come back?"
Ji Zuodao came back to his senses and smiled: "Avoid the limelight and maybe come back with a different identity. Of course, at least you have to wait until I finish digesting this thing!"
He touched his belly with his hand.
The prototype projection of a half-step ancestral heaven master can be considered a huge gain, but it is not so easy to obtain.
Some people would rather break the Taoist Heaven than leave anything behind.
He can be considered a big bargain.
"By the way, here are the addresses of some of my good brothers and sisters! If you are short of cultivation resources, you can go find them!"
Before leaving, Ji Zuodao handed a piece of paper to Yang Fan.
"Thank you brother!"
Yang Fan got out of the car and watched Ji Zuodao and others leave.
In the carriage.
Ji Zuodao sighed quietly.
"Little brother, practice hard. My brother's blood of heaven and humanity must be of great benefit to you in tempering your muscles..."
With his eyesight, he couldn't see Yang Fan's desire for his blood.
Even though he had become a Blood Martial Saint and had endless energy and blood, he still had to think about his blood, which made him not know what to say.
However, my little brother’s cultivation speed is really fast!
In the blink of an eye, he became the Blood Martial Saint and the Skin Demon King, and now he has begun to practice Jin Bodhisattva. I don’t know if he can become a heavenly being who has completed the five levels!
"It's much better than the trash in the clan."
Ji Zuodao sighed and walked southward.
After Yang Fan watched them leave, he immediately began to check the blood he had harvested.
"One pot, two pots...five pots, six pots..."
"Thirteen basins!"
Fortunately, we prepared more wooden basins, otherwise, there would almost not be enough!
With so much blood, it must be possible to temper some more big muscles!
Yang Fan's spirit was somewhat lifted.ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ
Unfortunately, Ji Zuodao doesn't know when he will come back. If he provokes a powerful enemy again, he will have no one to back him up!
"Wait a minute, brother left me a list."
Yang Fan suddenly thought of something and immediately took out the piece of paper from his arms.
He looked at the names on it.
Judging from the ink marks, it has been drying for a long time.
Could it be that Ji Zuodao had already prepared this?
"That's all, brother's kindness can't be wasted. If I have time another day, I should pay a visit. They are all my brothers and sisters, so they won't not welcome me!"
Yang Fan put the piece of paper away solemnly.
Then, turn back towards the direction of the divine capital.
After hesitating for a moment, he rushed to the previous farmhouse. At this time, many people were collecting the corpses and burying them one by one.
When Yang Fan arrived, what he saw was the scene of officials filling in the soil and burying it.
He couldn't help but be a little silent.
"I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!"
Although he was not a good person, he never felt that he was superior.
How could he really remain indifferent when seeing so many people dying in front of him?
"Tianshi Dao..."
Yang Fan chewed these three words carefully and sighed in his heart, "I am still too weak. If I can slap him to death, how can he poison so many lives?"
The fist is truth.
All the trouble comes from the fact that the fist is not big enough.