Chapter 304: Kill the smoker, can you save Xu Taiping?
"No wonder he agreed so readily just now. It turns out that he had already thought of using the old smoker's hand to help him defeat the plan of Bajing Dao Palace!"
Yuheng Mountain, Xiahou Qingyuan said with a surprised look on his face after seeing this.
At this moment, anyone can see that the reason why Xu Taiping has never refused the request of the disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace is to wait for this moment, so that everyone in the world can see how those disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace are because of him.
Because of his arrogance, he was tortured and killed by this old smoker and his soul was imprisoned.
"Taoist Master Taiping, you...you can't just ignore death!" .??.
At this time, in the spiritual mirror in front of the two of them, the calls for help from several disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace came again.
The few disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace who are still alive at this moment have been trapped in the same place by chains that have turned into white smoke from the ground. Even if they want to kill themselves, they are unable to do so.
Not being able to commit suicide means that his soul will be imprisoned by the old smoker like Xiaqi and others.
Even Xia Qi and other strong-minded people were tortured by the old smoker until they cried and begged for mercy. It is enough to imagine the pain of the soul after being imprisoned.
So these people don't want to give up even if they have a chance to escape.
"Taoist Master Taiping, even if you don't save us, please come forward and kill us, kill us!"
Seeing the old smoker getting closer and closer to them, a disciple of the Bajing Taoist Palace asked Xu Taiping in despair.
"Although these people are indeed very pitiful, Xu Taiping, who has already helped them once, even if he does not save them this time, the other eight-story Xuanhuang Tower monks must be blameless."
Xiahou Qingyuan said expressionlessly.
Now he felt more and more that Xu Taiping's thoughts were far more delicate than Xia Houyou's description.
"indeed."
Xia Houyou nodded, then murmured solemnly:
"But whether to save or not, Master, he still needs to choose."
"Is there still a need to choose?" Xiahou Qingyuan turned to look at Xiahou You with some confusion.
"The old ghost didn't kill these people. He was clearly trying to lure the enemy. He was just waiting for Xu Taiping to take the bait. There's no way he couldn't see it, right?"
Xiahou Qingyuan continued.
"On the surface, it's true." Xia Houyou, "But a choice is a choice."
After having passed through the sixth and seventh floors of the Xuanhuang Tower with Xu Taiping and the others, she had been able to conclude that every choice Xu Taiping faced was most likely a test for him by Emperor Xuanhuang.
Xu Taiping did nothing at this moment. Although it was the safest choice, it was a fruitless choice.
Xia Houyou didn't think Emperor Xuanhuang would like it.
"Puch! Plop! Plop!"
At this moment, several sharp spikes condensed from white smoke emerged from under the bodies of the disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, killing them in an instant.
Then, the white smoke turned into a long knife and cut off several people's heads with a "shuashuashua" sound.
Then, amid the cries of the disciples of the Bajing Dao Palace, the heads were all pinned to the waist by the old smoker.
"Hey hey hey!..."
After the old smoker let out a burst of laughter,
He casually removed a head, put it into a tobacco bag, and rubbed it vigorously with both hands until the soul stopped screaming and then stopped.
Then he grabbed his hand in the tobacco bag, grabbed a bunch of bloody tobacco, and carefully put it into the tobacco rod.
The old smoker put the cigarette rod into his mouth, and then puffed hard with a greedy look on his face.
"Hiss..."
Accompanied by another burst of heartbreaking screams, the old smoker inhaled the pot of cigarettes in one breath, and thick white smoke spewed out from the black nostrils.
And the white smoke finally turned into a silhouette and stood at the old smoker's feet.
Looking at the outline of the figure, it was very similar to the monk he killed.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
After thinking about it for a while, the old smoker said repeatedly:
"The tobacco made by the soul of a foreigner tastes really good."
After hearing this, even the well-informed Xiahou Qingyuan and Xiahouyou could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
They also didn't expect that the tobacco in the old smoker's bag was actually made of the monk's flesh and soul.
"Master Taiping, save us, save us!"
"Taoist Master Taiping!"
"Taoist Priest!"
Seeing that the old smoker was about to finish smoking a bag of tobacco, the heads hanging on his waist suddenly roared in the direction of Xu Taiping with ferocious faces.
They don't want to be made into shredded tobacco, and they don't want to be made into shredded tobacco and then be inhaled by the old smoker.
Just imagining this kind of pain is enough to make them nervous.
Not only a group of outer disciples, but even inner disciples like Xia Qi from the Bajingdao Palace were almost mentally broken at this moment.
"Xu Taiping, save my life, no, kill me, kill me, as long as you can kill me, whatever treasure you want, just ask our Huang family, our Youyuntian Huang family will agree to anything!"
When Youyuntian Huang Jinpeng saw the old smoker reaching out to him, his eyes widened suddenly and he kept pleading loudly like crazy.
Everyone in front of the spiritual mirror, including brother and sister Xiahou Qingyuan, once again turned their sights to Xu Taiping's direction.
Xu Taiping, who was in the spiritual mirror, still had a calm expression on his face, with his hands folded across his chest and his eyes staring straight at the old smoker in front of him without blinking.
It was as if Huang Jinpeng's cry for help was not heard at all.
"ah!……"
Not long after, Huang Jinpeng's head was put into the tobacco bag by the old smoker and began to be rubbed vigorously until it turned into a bag of shredded tobacco.
"Now it seems that being inhaled into the belly by an old smoker made into tobacco is not the end of pain, but the beginning."
Xiahou Qingyuan frowned and murmured when he saw Huang Jinpeng Yuan Shen's tobacco being smoked out by the old smoker, and then transformed into a figure condensed from white smoke standing at his feet.
"Second brother, I remember that a certain demon species in Jiuyuan seems to have the original power of the demon species similar to this old smoker's ghost power, right?"
Xia Houyou seemed to have thought of something. While still staring at the spiritual mirror, he asked Xiahou Qingyuan without looking back. "No wonder he agreed so readily just now. It turned out that he had already thought about it.
The old smoker's hand helped him defeat the plan of Bajing Dao Palace!"
Yuheng Mountain, Xiahou Qingyuan said with a surprised look on his face after seeing this.
At this moment, anyone can see that the reason why Xu Taiping has never refused the request of the disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace is to wait for this moment, so that everyone in the world can see how those disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace are because of him.
Because of his arrogance, he was tortured and killed by this old smoker and his soul was imprisoned.
"Taoist Master Taiping, you...you can't just die without saving me!"
At this time, in the spiritual mirror in front of the two of them, the calls for help from several disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace came again.
The few disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace who are still alive at this moment have been trapped in the same place by chains that have turned into white smoke from the ground. Even if they want to kill themselves, they are unable to do so.
Not being able to commit suicide means that his soul will be imprisoned by the old smoker like Xiaqi and others.
Even Xia Qi and other strong-minded people were tortured by the old smoker until they cried and begged for mercy. It is enough to imagine the pain of the soul after being imprisoned.
So these people don't want to give up even if they have a chance to escape.
"Taoist Master Taiping, even if you don't save us, please come forward and kill us, kill us!"
Seeing the old smoker getting closer and closer to them, a disciple of the Bajing Taoist Palace asked Xu Taiping in despair.
"Although these people are indeed very pitiful, Xu Taiping, who has already helped them once, even if he does not save them this time, the other eight-story Xuanhuang Tower monks must be blameless."
Xiahou Qingyuan said expressionlessly.
Now he felt more and more that Xu Taiping's thoughts were far more delicate than Xia Houyou's description.
"indeed."
Xia Houyou nodded, then murmured solemnly:
"But whether to save or not, Master, he still needs to choose."
"Is there still a need to choose?" Xiahou Qingyuan turned to look at Xiahou You with some confusion.
"The old ghost didn't kill these people. He was clearly trying to lure the enemy. He was just waiting for Xu Taiping to take the bait. There's no way he couldn't see it, right?"
Xiahou Qingyuan continued.
"On the surface, it's true." Xia Houyou, "But a choice is a choice."
After having passed through the sixth and seventh floors of the Xuanhuang Tower with Xu Taiping and the others, she had been able to conclude that every choice Xu Taiping faced was most likely a test for him by Emperor Xuanhuang.
Xu Taiping did nothing at this moment. Although it was the safest choice, it was a fruitless choice.
Xia Houyou didn't think Emperor Xuanhuang would like it.
"Puch! Plop! Plop!"
At this moment, several sharp spikes condensed from white smoke emerged from under the bodies of the disciples of the Eight Scenery Dao Palace, killing them in an instant.
Then, the white smoke turned into a long knife and cut off several people's heads with a "shuashuashua" sound.
Then, amid the cries of the disciples of the Bajing Dao Palace, the heads were all pinned to the waist by the old smoker.
"Hey hey hey!..."
After the old smoker let out a burst of laughter,
He casually removed a head, put it into a tobacco bag, and rubbed it vigorously with both hands until the soul stopped screaming and then stopped.
Then he grabbed his hand in the tobacco bag, grabbed a bunch of bloody tobacco, and carefully put it into the tobacco rod.
The old smoker put the cigarette rod into his mouth, and then puffed hard with a greedy look on his face.
"Hiss..."
Accompanied by another burst of heartbreaking screams, the old smoker inhaled the pot of cigarettes in one breath, and thick white smoke spewed out from the black nostrils.
And the white smoke finally turned into a silhouette and stood at the old smoker's feet.
Looking at the outline of the figure, it was very similar to the monk he killed.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
After thinking about it for a while, the old smoker said repeatedly:
"The tobacco made by the soul of a foreigner tastes really good."
After hearing this, even the well-informed Xiahou Qingyuan and Xiahouyou could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.
They also didn't expect that the tobacco in the old smoker's bag was actually made of the monk's flesh and soul.
"Master Taiping, save us, save us!"
"Taoist Master Taiping!"
"Taoist Priest!"
Seeing that the old smoker was about to finish smoking a bag of tobacco, the heads hanging on his waist suddenly roared in the direction of Xu Taiping with ferocious faces.
They don't want to be made into shredded tobacco, and they don't want to be made into shredded tobacco and then be inhaled by the old smoker.
Just imagining this kind of pain is enough to make them nervous.
Not only a group of outer disciples, but even inner disciples like Xia Qi from the Bajingdao Palace were almost mentally broken at this moment.
"Xu Taiping, save my life, no, kill me, kill me, as long as you can kill me, whatever treasure you want, just ask our Huang family, our Youyuntian Huang family will agree to anything!"
When Youyuntian Huang Jinpeng saw the old smoker reaching out to him, his eyes widened suddenly and he kept pleading loudly like crazy.
Everyone in front of the spiritual mirror, including brother and sister Xiahou Qingyuan, once again turned their sights to Xu Taiping's direction.
Xu Taiping, who was in the spiritual mirror, still had a calm expression on his face, with his hands folded across his chest and his eyes staring straight at the old smoker in front of him without blinking.
It was as if Huang Jinpeng's cry for help was not heard at all.
"ah!……"
Not long after, Huang Jinpeng's head was put into the tobacco bag by the old smoker and began to be rubbed vigorously until it turned into a bag of shredded tobacco.
"Now it seems that being inhaled into the belly by an old smoker made into tobacco is not the end of pain, but the beginning."
Xiahou Qingyuan frowned and murmured when he saw Huang Jinpeng Yuan Shen's tobacco being smoked out by the old smoker, and then transformed into a figure condensed from white smoke standing at his feet.
"Second brother, I remember that a certain demon species in Jiuyuan seems to have the original power of the demon species similar to this old smoker's ghost power, right?"
Xiahou You seemed to have thought of something. While still staring at the spiritual mirror, he asked Xiahou Qingyuan without looking back.