Chapter 1339: Different ideas

"Zhan Xian Dao is actually Zhan Xian Dao!..."
The black shadow old man's voice is still so hoarse and harsh, perhaps because of extreme fear and fear, his black ghost-like soul body trembles, as if it will dissipate at any time.
"It seems that you are quite knowledgeable. Since you can recognize the knife in my hand, I don't think I need to say, you should know how to do it?" Luo Xiu sneered.
"Yes, yes, yes, since your old man is the descendant of Zhanxiandao, and the little one is just a little fairy, your old man will put the little one as a fart..."
The black shadow old man nodded in horror, and almost knelt down to Luo Xiu.
Although the Blood Slashing Knife is in Luo Xiu's hands, in fact, the old Black Shadow's understanding of the Blood Slashing Knife is better than Luo Xiu.
The Immortal Blood Knife can be said to have innate restraint for his soul cultivation, especially the killing intent carried by the Immortal Blood Knife. If he is chopped, his soul body will definitely be swallowed by the Immortal Blood Knife in an instant.
Luo Xiu didn't know this, but the old black shadow didn't know Luo Xiu didn't understand, so he was so frightened and afraid.
Luo Xiu ignored this old shadow man. He knew very well that he was just posing and did not dare to take any further actions. In case he accidentally exposed his feet, he was not sure that he could win this soul repair. The big hands of the concentration of soul power made him very jealous.
His gaze fell on the gods and humanoid sacred souls surrounding the black tower, frowning and said: "What are you doing to hook out the gods and sacred souls of so many people?"
"Because the injury is too serious, the young man needs to devour some pure soul energy to restore his own origin, but the young man definitely has no idea of ​​devouring your old man. Even if the young man is 10,000 courage, I dare not be the young one. "The shadow old man accompanied the smiling face cautiously.
After hearing this, Luo Xiu knew that the black shadow in front of him was not the soul repair body, and that the small black tower suspended in the air was his body!
Supreme Immortal Spirit Forbidden is the supreme soul-refining immortal art. Of course, Luo Xiu knows that many powerful soul-cultivators will merge their soul origin with heaven, material and earth treasures, and cast their own natal Horcruxes.
For Soul Cultivation, the fragile body is just a burden. They can travel freely between heaven and earth without the need for a physical body. The body trained with the natal Horcrux is much stronger than the physical body.
Seeing Luo Xiu's gaze on the top of the black tower, the black shadow old man shuddered. If this little ancestor gave him a knife, it would definitely kill him.
If Luo Xiu knew that the Immortal Blood Sword was so powerful, he would have done it a long time ago. Because of the mutual jealousy between the two sides, Luo Xiu never meant to do it.
There are hundreds of godheads and human-shaped holy souls surrounding the small black tower. Luo Xiu did not pay attention at first. When he looked carefully, he instantly sensed a familiar one from one of the godheads. breath.
"Yurong!"
Luo Xiu raised his hand and grabbed it, and a godhead fell into his hand. The crystal clear godhead reflected a beautiful face.
Immediately after Luo Xiu's divine consciousness spread, Qi Yurong's body was found among the people lying in the hall.
"You are so courageous, do you even dare to move my people?" Luo Xiu yelled coldly, and when he looked at the old man in the shadow, his eyes showed fierce killing intent.
That's it!
The black shadow old man was so scared that he was no longer trembling, and he collapsed directly. This time it was the small black tower that was trembling. After all, this small tower was his body and his natal Horcrux.
"The adult is forgiving, the adult is forgiving, the little one really doesn't know that this girl is yours..."
The face of an old man appeared on the black tower, and he almost cried in a hurry.
"Don't talk nonsense to me, tell me how to get her godhead back to the body." Luo Xiu said coldly.
"Her godhead was hooked out by me with the wind of wicking souls. As long as her godhead touches her body, the godhead will return to her original position and she will be able to recover." The face on the black tower was trembling. Said.
Luo Xiu's figure flashed, he came directly to Qi Yurong's side, and then placed the godhead on her forehead.
Hum!
A ray of light flashed, and then Qi Yurong's Godhead entered her eyebrows, and Luo Xiu saw her eyelashes tremble.
"Master!"
The moment Qi Yurong opened her eyes, she hugged Luo Xiu. When her godhead was hooked away by the Wind of Souls, she thought she would never see him again in her life.
Although she was ready to die when she risked her death to return to the wilderness, she still hopes that she can see Luo Xiu before she dies, even if she can say a word to him and die immediately, she will No regrets.
She would never forget what Feixue said before her death. She was afraid that one day she would be like Feixue. Even if she died, she would never have the opportunity to say I love you to the person she was passionate about.
"Well, with me here, everything will be fine." Luo Xiu patted Qi Yurong on the back and calmed her softly.
Qi Yurong is okay here, but the soul repair of the black tower was almost scared to pee. Seeing the close relationship between Luo Xiu and Qi Yurong, he secretly asked what evil he had committed, and it was actually a woman who caught The lover of this little ancestor?
Qi Yurong choked a few times and said, "Sister Feixue is dead, and Sister Ziyan and Xiao Jiangming are in one of my magic weapons space."
In fact, it is unnecessary for Qi Yurong to say that Luo Xiu's spirit sensed the aura of Ziyan and Xiao Jiangming on a jade pendant she was wearing.
He could sense it, and of course the soul cultivation with stronger spiritual consciousness could also sense it, but because the cultivation bases of Jia Ziyan and Xiao Jiang Ming were too low, he didn't hook their godheads.
Hearing the news of Feixue's fall, Luo Xiu couldn't help sighing in his heart. If she is not dead, Luo Xiu intends to train her to become a Taoist master.
After clearing up his mood, Luo Xiu's murderous eyes fell on the black tower again, "You dare to move even my people, what kind of explanation are you going to give me?"
After listening to Luo Xiu's words, the soul repair of the black tower knew that today's matter should not be passed so easily. The immortal sword in the hands of the young ancestor in front of him is definitely a reminder. Once he is not careful, I have to confess this little life myself.
Thinking of this, the brilliance flashed in the small black tower, and two crystal stones that were pure white like diamonds, about the size of a fist, were suspended in front of Luo Xiu.
"this is……"
Although Luo Xiu had never seen these two spars, the rich celestial aura scattered by the two spars was not unfamiliar to Luo Xiu at all, because the fairy yuan in the futon he got from Wentian Palace, It is the power of the condensed fairy spirit.
Since it is such a precious place, Luo Xiu will of course not be polite. He raised his hand and put the two spars away, but his face showed anger, and he shouted: "Just such a thing, you treat Lao Tzu as Are you begging? Believe it or not, I slashed you?"
The soul repair of the black little tower was so scared that the souls of the dead were scared, and he quickly explained: "The adults calm down, the adults calm down, the younger me was just a small person in the Great Ancient World War I, and even my life Horcrux was damaged. Only after devouring the godhead and holy soul to recover, even if your old man killed me, I really have no other treasures for you."
Seeing the appearance of this soul cultivator, Luo Xiu knew that this guy did not dare to lie. In fact, he did not dare to push too hard. After all, even with the Blood Slashing Blade, his strength was definitely not as good as this soul cultivator. Still thought that the reason why this soul repairer was so afraid of him was because the master of the Blood Slashing Saber regarded him as the descendant of the Slashing Immortal Sabre.
The origin of the identity can certainly scare people, but if the soul cultivation is really forced, then the situation is not good.
After thinking about this, Luo Xiu snorted, "Forgive you and dare not lie to me."
"How dare the young lie to you? If your old man has nothing else to do, the young one will leave?"
As long as he saw the blood sword in Luo Xiu's hand, the soul repair of the black tower would be frustrated. If he wasn't afraid to upset this little ancestor, he would have liked to run away in a hurry. These godheads and holy souls?
Luo Xiu didn't say a word, and the soul repair of the black tower took him as a default. The black tower turned into a black light, and after a brush, it disappeared in an instant.
With the disappearance of the black tower, the surrounding black palaces also dissipated. The gods and souls were summoned by their bodies, flew back, and the souls returned to their positions.
The masters of the godhead are all nine-wheeled emperors and supreme cultivators who are cultivated under the Taoist master. As for those who can condense the holy soul, the worst is the Taoist realm, and one of them is even the later stage of the Taoist master.
"Thank you Lord Shura for his life-saving grace."
The first to wake up was the later stage of the Taoist master. This was a middle-aged man with gray hair. Luo Xiu had seen it once at the Taoist meeting on the Xuanhuang Sacred Mountain. He did not belong to any Taoist priest. Loose repair.
"Friends of Taoism are polite, there is still something going on, there will be some time later." Luo Xiu nodded, even after offering the immortal disk, he disappeared with Qi Yurong.
As soon as Luo Xiu left, all the other people woke up one after another. Although the godhead was taken away from the sea of ​​consciousness by the wind of soul-seating, all of them could clearly see what happened in the black palace just now. So they all knew that the Lord of Shura in the wild world saved themselves.
"Is that knife originally called the Zhanxian Dao? I only heard that the Lord of Shura got the peerless fierce knife of the nine stars of the realm. It seems that this knife has a great background!"
"Yes, in the name of Zhanxian, can it be said that it is a fierce knife that can kill immortals? How else would the person who snatched our gods and souls be scared like a grandson?"
There was a lot of discussion among the people. Among them, a few Taoists flashed greedy thoughts. They had been trapped for a while, and they didn't know what happened in the wilderness.
When Lei Tian woke up, Luo Xiu had just left, but he didn't expect Luo Xiu to leave, but he didn't even care about himself.
Being able to cultivate to the realm of Taoism and being one of the twelve heavens in the early days, Splitting the Sky is certainly not an idiot. By doing this, Luo Xiu clearly draws a line from him. From then on, no one owes anyone anymore.
Dao Master Splitting Heaven couldn't tell what he felt, and he felt a little guilty for Luo Xiu. After all, if Luo Xiu hadn't helped him find Tianyi Holy Water, his desire to reshape his origin would be far away.
But after he promised to play for Luo Xiu for 10,000 years, he really didn't help much. On the contrary, he did some things quite indifferently.
However, Splitting Sky didn't feel that he was wrong. It was important to repay Luo Xiu for his kindness, but of course his personal life and death were more important than this kindness.
Perhaps, this is the difference between Taoism and inconsistency, because each other's ideas are completely different, so Luo Xiu simply doesn't bother to care about him anymore. Today's Shura Holy Land does not lack him as a Taoist master.