The first thousand three hundred and forty-eight chapters use your head
Chapter 1348
"Miya, how dare you betray King Tianjue?" Bai Haoran stared at Miya with gloomy eyes.
Miya stood behind Long Xiaoshan without saying a word, obviously accusing him.
"Bai Haoran, you'd better take care of yourself first." Long Xiaoshan walked towards Bai Haoran with his hands behind his back, his eyes fading indifferent.
Bai Haoran couldn't help but retreat. He had participated in the battle between Long Xiaoshan and the Hong Kong Tianzhi. He didn't know the horror of Long Xiaoshan, let alone he was still injured now.
Bai Haoran tried to calm down and said, "Master Long, even if King Tianjue and I did join forces to control the magic world of Hong Kong Island, we just killed Shi Zhengqing. It seems that we did not offend you. After all, there is someone who will lead the magic world.
Yes, if Bai knew that Master, you were interested in mastering the magic world, you would definitely support you. After all, King Jue was an outsider after all, unlike you and I, both Chinese.”
A trace of disdain flashed in Long Xiaoshan's eyes.
Bai Haoran's shamelessness has really reached a certain level.
In order to seek life, two sides and three swords were like fence-bearing grass.
He raised his hand, slapped it with his palm, and bang!
The void shook violently, and the spiritual energy of a hundred meters gathered like a tsunami. It quickly condensed a huge blue palm and pressed down from Bai Haoran's head.
Bai Haoran's face changed, and his dignified power made his eighth-level peak spirit master feel as small as an ant.
He screamed wildly.
A blood light burst out from his body and rushed out at a rapid speed, as if he was about to escape.
"Have you run away?"
Long Xiaoshan said lightly, and took a step forward. The earth seemed to have shortened under his feet. In a blink of an eye, it reached behind the blood light. The giant palm pressed down, and it seemed that the void had frozen.
Bai Haoran's figure appeared.
Under that huge pressure, his escape technique failed, as if he had been sealed in amber.
At this time, Bai Haoran finally knew that he could not escape.
He squirted out a mouthful of blood and waved his hands.
Seven or eight rays of light soared into the sky. All of these lights were Bai Haoran's personal magic weapons, talismans, black sharp cones, silver pagodas, and red cauldrons... Each magic weapon was spent a lot of effort on Bai Haoran
All the collected magic weapons are top-quality magic weapons.
And those talismans are all extremely precious.
Each path is as powerful as a blow from a ninth-level great spirit master.
As the head of the first family in Hong Kong, Bai Haoran's family is naturally rich and unimaginable.
So many top-grade magic weapons and top-level talismans are equivalent to seven or eight ninth-level great spirit masters taking action at the same time, and their power is amazing.
In a blink of an eye, the light of the magical instruments and talismans had hit the giant palm.
Bang bang bang bang!
The light shook violently, and there was no sign of cracking in the blue giant palm. It was still slowly pressed down. All the magic weapons were knocked away, and the light was broken. In a blink of an eye, all the lights were annihilated by the giant palm.
In Bai Haoran's horrified gaze, he caught him.
Bang!
Bai Haoran was like a gourd rolling on the ground, and was hit by a giant palm and flew out dozens of meters. He lay on the ground, his clothes were all burst out, his hair was disheveled, and his seven orifices were bleeding, like a ghost.
Bai Haoran struggled to get up from the ground.
There was a look of incomparable fear in my eyes.
Long Xiaoshan is even more terrifying than last time he saw it.
He has so many magical instruments and talismans, but he can't even block the opponent's attack.
How did this person practice?
Seeing Long Xiaoshan stepping forward, Bai Haoran begged: "Master Long, I have no great grudges with you, why should I kill you? My Bai family asked myself how much strength there is in Hong Kong Island, as long as the master is willing,
I, Bai Haoran, would like to be a lackey under the Master's seat, and to give the Master the advice, so that all the magical worlds in Hong Kong Island will surrender to the Master's feet. Isn't that beautiful?"
"Yes, if I keep you, I can really save a lot of effort."
Long Xiaoshan's eyes were neither happy nor sad, and he said lightly: "It's a pity that how can you deserve Brother Zhengqing's spirit in heaven? Today, I will use your head."
After the words are finished.
Long Xiaoshan burst out with blood, instantly passing through Bai Haoran's body, and stopped behind Bai Haoran.
How fast he exploded with all his might.
There seemed to be a blood-red afterimage in Bai Haoran's eyes, maintaining the pleading look of the moment before. His head had been taken off by Long Xiaoshan, and the headless corpse was still standing there, spraying blood, and it seemed that he had not reacted yet.
, the head has been taken away.
Long Xiaoshan grabbed Bai Haoran's head and walked out, passed by Miya's side, grabbed Miya's body, and broke through the air.
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Jiulong Mountain Lok, Shi Zhengqing’s original residence.
A servant in green clothes knelt in front of a tomb without a tombstone and burned paper money. After Shi Zhengqing died, the valley became more and more desolate. Half of the thatched cottage collapsed, and all the lotus leaves in the lotus pond withered, and only the small green clothes were
The servant is still here.
"Tianshi, I'm sorry, Xiao Pu is the last time I've burned paper money for you today. Tomorrow, Xiao Pu will leave Hong Kong Island." As he said that, the servant Qingyi's eyes turned red again, and tears fell:
"Xiao Pu was picked up by you at the age of five. It's been ten years now. Xiao Pu has grown up. Unfortunately, Xiao Pu is useless. You died tragically at the hands of others, but Xiao Pu is unable to avenge you. Now, it's still far away.
If you go to a foreign land, you can no longer serve you, woo…”
After Shi Zhengqing's death, Xiao Pu also cut off his source of life.
He is not a disciple of Shi Zhengqing, but just a servant, so he has not learned any Feng Shui techniques.
The tea is cold when Shi Zhengqing walks away.
Nowadays, the magic world of Hong Kong Island is under the control of the Tianjue lineage, so no one will remember Shi Zhengqing, the dead first heavenly master.
What's more, Shi Zhengqing's daily life was simple and he did not leave any property, so he had to leave for the sake of making a living.
Xiao Pu burned the paper money with tears in his eyes, kowtowed three times hard, picked up the package on the ground, stood up and was about to leave, when suddenly a creaking sound, the wooden door outside was pushed open.
A man and a woman walked in.
Xiao Pu was a little surprised. Why was there someone coming to this remote valley? After Shi Zhengqing died, no one had come.
He wiped his tears and saw the man and woman clearly.
"Master Long." Xiao Pu shouted in surprise.
Long Xiaoshan came to Shi's thatched cottage last time and saved Shi Zhengqing, so Xiaopu recognized him, but Long Xiaoshan had been away for a long time, and Xiaopu did not expect that he would come to the door again.
Long Xiaoshan saw Xiao Pu, nodded at him, and then walked to the grave. Looking at the grave without a tombstone, it was just a simple mound of soil. He sighed and said, "Xiao Pu, this is the master."
The Master’s Grave?”
Who would have thought that the first heavenly master who was in charge of Hong Kong for half a century would be just such a kind of landlord after his death?
"Yes, Master Long, Master him, he..." Xiao Pu choked.
"I understand." Long Xiaoshan patted Xiaopu's shoulder and said, "I'm here to pay tribute to Master today."
After saying that, he placed something in front of the grave.
Xiao Pu didn't pay attention at first, but now he saw it clearly. He was so scared that he took a few steps back. It was a bloody head.