Puff puff puff, sticks flew together, falling like raindrops on Hua Xianren.
At first, I still picked up my arms and palms in an attempt to resist the severe blows, but gradually, there was no hope.
After a while, the crowd calmed down and looked at the human-shaped corpse on the ground, looking at each other in confusion.
Kill someone!
The matter is serious. I thought I was punishing the culprits, but now that a life has been lost, it is not easy to file a lawsuit.
"Run!
A sharp scream woke up the stunned people, so the crowd dispersed and the broken shed returned to calm.
The stiff body of the old man was still lying on the broken bed, seeming to be mocking Hua Xianren.
After a while, footsteps sounded, and a figure walked over.
The flesh-and-blood corpse on the ground squirmed twice. The immortal had strong vitality and was still alive. He struggled and pointed at him, "You."
"Yes, it's me."
Wang Fu put his face up and said, "Look clearly, it's me."
Hua Xianren finally understood that this game was specially designed for him and that the driving force behind it was Wang Fu.
Why is Wang Fu still alive, why can he behave in such a rebellious manner, and what kind of helpers does he have?
For a time, Hua Xian had too many questions in his mind, but time waited for no one, and he was about to die.
It is ironic to say that a dignified immortal was beaten to death by a group of ordinary people with sticks.
If word spread about this method of death, Ran would definitely laugh out loud.
Hua Xianren knew that today's doom had come and he would definitely die, but he still struggled and said, "You want revenge?"
"That's right. I won't let anyone go if I want to take revenge."
Hua Xianren said with a sarcastic smile, "What kind of revenge should I seek from God? If you kill me, you can't destroy God."
Wang Fu said coldly, "How do you know that I can't destroy this day?"
He had been waiting for this day for too long. The destroyed Jiejie Hall and his dead subordinates and companions were all waiting for this moment.
"I won't bother you anymore."
As soon as Wang Fu raised his hand, Hua Xianren wanted to say something, but it turned into a ball of blood and mud on the spot, and then the wind turned into sand, drifting away with the wind.
He raised his head and looked towards the Cang Palace of Heaven and Earth, feeling very lonely in all directions.
The world is so vast and vast, but after searching for all these years, he still hasn't found them.
At the beginning, Yu Yi'er took the remnants of the Jie Qi Hall and the Fire Emperor disciples, as well as the remnants of the Three Meridians, and escaped into nirvana as a phoenix.
After so many years, he has not found it. He is looking forward to the day when the phoenix returns.
In comparison, taking revenge on the evil masters of the past and killing Hua Xianren is nothing more than a trivial matter.
"After today, people in the world should know that gods are not superior. If you act recklessly, someone will kill the gods and kill the immortals."
Wang Fu walked out of the broken shed, stepped out, and disappeared without a trace.
The moment he left, many eyes and thoughts fell, and they were shocked to see the scene inside.
"He really did it."
"Hua Xianren is actually dead, but he has clearly not suffered any disaster recently. How could it be?"
"Lian Xiangtian is missing. If you find her, you will definitely find the answer."
"No, no, Hua Xianren's death was caused by too many people. It was definitely not the work of one person."
"This world rejects ghosts, gods and immortals like us, and deliberately uses his hands to bring disaster. We must be cautious.
On the cliff, the sobbing Xunle stopped.
The mountain god of Gushan looked shocked and murmured to himself, "What a Wang Fu."
He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he turned around and walked down the cliff, the waves crashing in his ears gradually receding away.
And his back disappeared at the end of the coast and into the forest.
At the other end of the world, King Nirvana changed his identity again. Now he has a house full of children and grandchildren, but he was kicked out of the house by his unfilial children and huddled in a pig pen, hungry and cold, waiting for the cold winter to come.
He knew that Hua Xianren was dead, and it was next to his predecessor's body that the plan was completed.
"I've said it before, what are gods?"
A gust of cold wind blew through his tattered clothes and penetrated his body. He couldn't help but shiver, thinking that his life would not last long.
"Life is full of hardships, and now I have experienced ninety-three. Before the big event, I should be able to gather a hundred."
King Nirvana shrank his neck, put his hands on his chest, and asked for the remaining hot air from his body, waiting for the moment of death.
He thought of his children who were near Chi Chi. The house was warm and the food was fragrant. All of this had nothing to do with him.
"Bitter!"
besides……
From all over the world, Wang Fu's co-conspirators reacted in different ways.
In this killing spree against the Huaxian people, cooperation was achieved in a wonderful way.
All the conspirators knew each other tacitly and did not meet each other, but they maintained a high degree of tacit understanding and acted individually to achieve the final completion of all this, which is breathtaking.
But it was said that Lian Xiangtian fissured the lotus body at the last moment and escaped from the broken shed in time.
When she came to her senses, she felt quite ashamed and was about to go back to look for him, but she learned that Hua Xianren was dead.
Not only did he die, but he died in the most humiliating way. He was beaten by a group of ordinary people, beaten to death with sticks, and turned into a pile of stinky meat.
Such a way of death made her shudder, and she was glad to escape early.
But who is the mastermind behind this?
"No matter who it is, you can't let him go."
Those who chant filial piety are Mahakala, the most ill-tempered and murderous among the gods and ghosts.
Mahakala's appearance is a writhing mass of dark smoke, sometimes condensed into a bull's head, sometimes transformed into a human body, mixed with two briquette-like eyes. He heard that Hua Xianren was killed, went to Lian Xiangtian, and asked who was behind the scenes.
However, how did Lian Xiangtian know that if she didn't leave, she might end up like Hua Xianren now.
When an immortal dies, the ghosts and gods are also sad. After all, when such a bad precedent is set, they are all in danger.
"The other party is a native of this world and occupies a convenient location. Moreover, many people are eyeing the seat below you and me, and there are many people who are adding fuel to the flames." The speaker was male and female, and it was clearly Que Mutian. He walked slowly over,
Said softly.
"Where's Shi Fantian? You were the first to find him. He is inescapably involved in this matter."
Mahakala looked around and saw a sage with a frown on his face, but no one spoke.
"Xian Ziwu, what do you say?"
Ziwu Immortal, a tall and lean immortal, shook his head when he heard this, "Stop looking for him, King Nirvana is just a cover."
"We all believe that this is the calamity of the Huaxian people, and people with malicious intentions deliberately add fuel to the flames, causing the calamity to explode in a concentrated manner."
The surrounding immortals also nodded in agreement, "Yes, how can a mortal's stick kill the Hua Immortal? In fact, it is a fate."
In other words, what really works is the calamity of Huaxian Ren himself, which has been concentrated and exploded through human manipulation.
This is even more serious. Someone can control the fate. This is a great weapon against gods.
"Is there anything you might suspect?"
"There are too many, those losers who gave up on becoming gods and immortals, and..."
The ghosts, gods and immortals from all sides discussed it and decided to investigate one by one, but they must also be careful not to follow the footsteps of the Hua Immortal.