Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Chapter 403: Killing the Immortal Dao Master

Zhang Song looked at the Chixiao Mountain, which had almost completely recovered its original appearance, and knew that the leader of the Immortal Dao had escaped.

The Immortal Master thought that he could wait out the battle until Zhang Song retreated, but he didn't expect that in the end most of the treasures and magic weapons were snatched away by Zhang Song, and in the end he couldn't hold on any longer.

Wen Miao Temple?

The Immortal Lord had some interactions with the Wen Miao monk back then. At that time, the other party had already shown signs of becoming possessed, and he was aware of some of the special effects of the Wen Miao Temple.

The two biggest functions are to amplify one's spiritual thoughts and spatial leap.

The Immortal Taoist Lord no longer dares to look down on anyone now. The Third Realm Taoist Lord is not considered high, but he should not be underestimated.

He is also a Taoist master of the three realms, but his own paths are intertwined with each other, and each of them has reached the extreme. He does not care about the last two realms. What he really needs is unlimited flesh and blood, to refine complete immortal flesh and advance to the Taoist ancestor realm.

Zhang Song kept playing, and the Immortal Lord was quite good at certain times.

"I'll remember you." The Immortal Lord looked back at the Chixiao Mountain. It was clean, but he didn't suffer any loss.

He grabbed a long sword with one hand and slashed it towards the space in front of him, revealing a huge space crack, and countless chaotic auras leaked out from it.

"Xiao Qing."

Bang bang bang!

The Immortal Lord staggered and flew thousands of meters away, but he did not even step into the space-time rift.

The place that had just been opened was actually closed.

But when he took another step, panic suddenly flashed in his eyes. When he hurriedly tried to retreat, Zhang Song had already thrown a punch from a distance. He had to dodge and even guard against his dirty tricks.

He was not afraid of the space turbulence, but the space crack that happened to appear next to him just now made him feel creepy, as if he was treated as a candy bean and fed to a little girl who loved sweets.

Zhang Song naturally couldn't do good deeds without leaving his name, nor could he give him to other Taoist masters.

Instead, his body flashed and appeared in the netherworld. Here, there were formations within formations. Xiaoqing even appeared in front of these people and blocked the surroundings.

"Fellow Daoist, take a look at what's going on here." Zhang Song laughed.

Countless evil spirits, led by the three ghost kings, surrounded and killed them layer by layer, deploying troops and forming battle formations.

"Shiwu, you know that numbers are useless to me."

Zhang Song waved his hand, and these people attacked directly. Unlike the cultivators of Chixiao Mountain, these ghosts had no fear at all, and had no flesh and blood. They rushed forward like released bees.

The Immortal Lord knew in his heart that if his real body did not come, his clone would definitely stay here.

The death of the clone does not affect the cultivation of the main body, it is just a bit of a pity that countless resources have been used to cultivate it to the current level.

"Daoyou, it's my turn now."

The black fog rolled, enveloping the two of them, and roars could be heard from it from time to time.

Feng Cai and the others were silent as they watched in fear. It was the first time they had seen a fight between Dao Lords. It was really beyond their comprehension. They were neither dead nor indestructible, so they could only be suppressed and destroyed with the entire Yinhun Formation.

The black fog lasted for three whole months.

Shi Nan came and sat aside, feeling the power erupting from the black fog firsthand, deep in thought. After constant training, in the last month, he dared to meditate close to the black fog.

The Withered Bone Tathagata was also sitting cross-legged in the black fog. After three months of observation, the aura on his body had become extremely powerful.

I saw the gap between myself and the Taoist master.

Mind!

No matter whether it is the arrogant Immortal Lord or the casual First Martial Lord, they both do not hesitate on the road, no matter if they die or make mistakes.

Keep going as before! Ku Gu Tathagata has experienced countless dynasties in this world, and even witnessed the rise of Ku Wu Daozhu.

Today I finally realized the difference.

Hong Bo communicated with the Xuan Realm, "Senior, when you are complete, can you deal with them?"

Xuan Nu said softly: "When I'm in my full state, I can dodge them if I meet them, but I definitely can't beat them."

“Those who have achieved sainthood in the flesh are immortal and indestructible, and it is difficult to kill them even with the Great Dao as a sword.”

Except for Ku Gu Tathagata who could barely see the battle between the two people, no one else could see it at all. Even someone like Shi Nan, who was not afraid of death, would almost be melted if he got a little closer.

The black fog dissipated, and Zhang Song sat cross-legged in it, his eyebrows slightly raised and his lips pursed, obviously in a good mood.

"Congratulations to the Palace Master for achieving immortality and killing the powerful enemy." Ding Xi's old face showed genuine joy and he congratulated loudly, making people feel the same way and cheer together.

Cao Ben looked coldly at the shameless old man and hurried forward to congratulate him.

Zhang Song looked at the remaining ghosts. After these few attempts, their number was finally under control.

There is a fixed number and six reincarnations. It will be difficult to produce ghost kings like Cao Ben and his two companions in the future.

"Fellow Daoist Ku Gu."

"The Palace Master ordered."

Zhang Song has split the body of the Immortal Dao Master into three parts. "The four limbs are suppressing you at the gate of hell. This is also your chance."

"good!"

"Dark Cloud Fairy."

"master."

"The body is suppressed at the bottom of the Styx. Don't worry about it. Report to me every hundred years."

"Okay."

Zhang Song took out twelve magic weapons. The three ghost generals were so powerful at home that they couldn't even defeat the Baiyu Clan outside.

The Netherworld cannot do without them, so he still needs to cultivate them patiently. Only after a few days, when Yunxiao and Bixiao also come here to register their names, can he truly be freed.

"Divide it among yourselves. I need to be in seclusion recently. Please don't disturb me unless it's important."

"Yes!"

The three of them happily completed the distribution immediately, bowed and left.

"Hongbo is in charge, what do you want?"

The original Lord of Hongbo has taken charge of the animal realm among the six realms, and is doing a good job so far.

Once the White Feather Clan surrenders, they will do so wholeheartedly without worrying about backlash. This race obeys the strong and is a vassal of many powerful races.

"Palace Master, it is Senior Xuannv who wants to see you."

"it is good."

Hong Bo breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the mirror respectfully with both hands.

"Are you coming out? Or am I going in?"

"Xuan Nu greets fellow Taoist." Xuan Nu, dressed in palace dress, walked out of the mirror.

Xuannv is like a ray of moonlight, switching between reality and illusion. Her eyes are extremely large and beautiful, and the light she emits is intoxicating.

"I would like to ask fellow Taoist to rescue my real body." Xuannv had a calm expression and a noble countenance, and her words were spoken calmly, as if it was a matter of course.

"Is there anything else?"

"If you don't have any, just stay in the mirror."

Zhang Song was unhappy. When Hong Bo wanted to offer the mirror to him, he refused it. He had already seen that this spirit was just a bait.

Xuannv is definitely a terrifying existence. He owns an immortal palace of his own, so he naturally knows what it means for a world to be created within a mirror.

Xuan Nu frowned slightly and promised: "I know that you want to extend the life of the Ku Wu world. I know a world with sufficient origin, which is enough to make up for the origin of this world."

"No need. I have already ordered a batch of world origins from the Four Spirits Pavilion. It is enough."

Naturally, the more origins of the world, the better. However, a world is best if it develops and evolves slowly. Only in this way can the drivers operate normally, the creatures will not be alienated, and the laws will be stable.