The visitor was an old man, wearing a green robe with wide sleeves and a lotus crown on his head.
With his long beard fluttering, he looks like an immortal.
"What, you want to stand up for them?"
Song Heqing's eyes stared at him coldly, and the old man felt a little shuddering.
He smiled hurriedly and said:
"Fellow Taoist, there is an old friend of mine among them. He was entrusted back then. We should try our best to protect him at the critical moment. I hope you can give me some sympathy."
Song Heqing did not reply, but continued to stare at him. For a long time, just when the old man was about to speak, he agreed:
"Okay, which one is it?"
The old man was overjoyed and pointed to the man in red in the crowd.
Song Heqing rolled up the man with a snake's tail and placed it on the edge of the barrier. The old man who transformed into a god also dropped down to welcome him.
Just when Song Heqing let go of the barrier exit, the old man suddenly slapped his sleeves, and an arrow shot out quickly, piercing the snake's body at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"Um!"
Song Heqing groaned, and the Hehuan Sect exclaimed:
"Ancestor, be careful!"
As Song Heqing was attacked, the barrier also dissipated.
"Hehehe..." Shi Shiran, an old man in the transformation stage, approached Song Heqing and said sarcastically:
"Snake demon, how does my soul-destroying arrow taste? Even if you are a demon cultivator in the god-transformation stage, you will not be able to escape the end of your soul being destroyed."
Looking at Song Heqing's scales as smooth as white jade, he admired:
"How many magic weapons can be refined with such a good demon body! I will slay demons today and eliminate harm for the world."
What the old man didn't know was that Song Heqing had no pressure on his magical weapon that specialized in divine souls.
Everyone in the Hehuan Sect was anxious.
Seeing that victory was just around the corner, Cheng Yaojin showed up halfway. The ancestor was now in jail, how could he sit idly by and ignore it.
"Ancestor, we are here to help you!"
At this moment, not only the people on the flying boat outside, but also the people in the sect are flying towards this direction.
"Everyone, stand down!"
Song Heqing roared, stopping their steps deeply.
The old man was a little surprised:
"Are you okay?"
The giant snake, which had been silenced by the attack, actually started to slide again.
"call out."
The short arrow that had just been inserted was forced out by Song Heqing, making a sound of breaking through the air and digging a big hole in the ground.
Snake eyes looked at the old man, as if looking at a dead object:
"I forgot to tell you that I am different from other demon cultivators. I can't even use the ancient formation to kill my soul, so a mere arrow doesn't matter."
The old man already had some regrets at this moment, but as a monk in the transformation stage and an old monster who had lived for more than a thousand years, he still had some trump cards.
"Then let's see who wins and who loses!"
The old man took out a flute and started playing.
The sound of the flute was melodious, but it carried murderous intent.
Song Heqing said to the people in Feizhou:
"Hurry back to the sect and hide, so as not to hurt innocent people later."
The sound of the flute was indeed strange. After listening to it, the true energy in the body became obscure and congested, making it difficult to circulate.
Song Heqing raised his tail and whipped it towards him, but it turned out to be just a shadow.
The sound of the flute interfered with his search for the other party's true form, so Song Heqing directly used his innate magical power.
Raising the snake's head and opening its mouth, the dark clouds in the sky instantly filled up and blocked the sun.
It was like entering night in an instant.
The old Taoist stopped playing with an expression of disbelief:
"To control the wind and rain on such a scale?"
"No, it's lightning and thunder!"
As soon as Song Heqing finished speaking, there were arcs of electricity all over the sky in the dark clouds, jumping like dense spider webs.
The purple-blue arc of electricity struck straight at the old man.
It was as if the sky was split vertically into two halves.
The old man quickly played his flute to resist.
"Rumble..."
Unfortunately, under the interference of thunder, his rhythm was completely messed up.
The music is out of tune, and the mind is as confused as numbness.
Facing the power grid thunder deployed by Song Heqing, the old man had no choice but to retreat steadily. The key was that he could not escape.
He fell into the field designed by Song Heqing.
Everyone in the Hehuan Sect watched intently.
Thanks to the mountain guarding formation, the movement outside looked extremely terrifying to them.
For hundreds of miles around, parts of the mountains were cut off, and the land was turned upside down.
Those who had not been eaten before had all turned into ashes.
The sky was full of thunder and lightning, forming a forest of electricity.
This kind of existence, which is comparable to the punishment of heaven, makes everyone tremble with fear, and also makes them understand the cruelty of the fight between the monks who transform themselves into gods.
In the end, the old man was still no match for Song Heqing. After being hit by more than a dozen purple thunders, his flute broke, his magical weapon was damaged, and his defeat was certain.
The old man abandoned his body and Yuanying wanted to run away. How could Song Heqing give him a chance to directly block the way and swallow him into his stomach, swallowing his black body as well.
"It's a little burnt."
Song Heqing returned to his human form and turned around to the sect.
Everyone shouted in unison:
"Thank you ancestor for the rescue!"
"Okay, get up, pack up, and set off to take over the property in a few days."
"yes!"
The two Nascent Souls walked up to Song Heqing. They had seen him before, so naturally they were extremely warm:
"Ancestor, where have you been all these years?"
"The opportunity to go out to seek a breakthrough was delayed by some trouble."
"It's okay."
Song Heqing didn't want to talk to them too much, so he followed his memory and flew towards the top of his mountain.
Finally, I left the following sentence:
"In two hours, call that Nangong Qingke over and find me alone."
"Disciple, obey."
The two Nascent Souls looked at each other, wondering what the ancestor was doing with Nangong.
"Senior sister, why is our ancestor looking for Ke'er? Could it be that that boy offended our ancestor?"
"We can't rule out this possibility. It's not like you don't know that your apprentice is always messing around with others."
"What should we do?"
"Don't worry, my ancestor doesn't eat people...if he doesn't eat his own disciples, at most he will be punished."
"Yes, but I'd better give Ke'er some advice."
"Well, that makes sense..."
After more than five hundred years, Song Heqing took control of his original body and returned to his dojo again.
Under the protection of the barrier, everything here is as before, except for a little dust, and a simple dust-clearing technique was used, and the scene took on a new look.
Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Song Heqing began to meditate.
He had to digest what he had just eaten.
Those ordinary monks would digest it quickly if they swallowed it and encountered gastric juice.
The body of a transformed god and his Nascent Soul are not easy to digest.
It takes some effort.
"Please let me go! I'll give you whatever you want!"
The old man's Nascent Soul was still pleading.
Song Heqing didn't take it seriously.
He mobilized his energy and blood and began to wear away his strength.
Slowly, the sound became weaker and weaker, and finally disappeared.
Song Heqing breathed a long sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
"Finally digested."
Coincidentally, Nangong Qingke also rushed outside:
"Disciple Nangong Qingke was ordered to see the Supreme Elder."
"The door is unlocked, come in."
Nangong Qingke pushed the door open and entered with a somewhat uneasy expression:
"Greetings to the ancestor."
"Get up, do you know what I want from you?"
"Disciple... I don't know. But the master said that the disciple is naturally charming and has acceptable qualifications. Maybe the ancestor wants to teach the disciple a thing or two."
Nangong Qingke lowered his head and was trembling in his heart. Before coming, the master told him:
In order to prevent the ancestor from slapping you to death, when entering, first hint at your own importance.
When Song Heqing saw this, he smiled with unknown meaning:
"I do want to teach you a few tricks."
Nangong Qingke suddenly raised his head:
"ah?"
