Old Taoist Songhe didn't pay much attention to Hong Shenghe. He was just a loser. How could he argue with him? Taoist Songhe turned to look at Hu Xiaobei and said, "Are you Hu Xiaobei, the son of Hu Zhenheng? It's true that a tiger's father has no son. I remember that I secretly secretly worked with Monk Kongji and your five uncles. Exploring treasures from the ground almost led to a narrow escape. After coming out, the Immortal Master only rewarded you with a Immortal Kowling Token, but I didn’t expect that you would get an advantage in the end.”
Hearing Old Taoist Songhe mention old things, Hu Xiaobei snorted coldly and said: "Old Taoist Songhe, it was because of this friendship we had more than twenty years ago that I took the initiative to tell you so much nonsense. You don't want to You thought that if you mentioned these things, I would let you go."
Old Taoist Songhe shook his head with a smile and said: "I don't dare to hope that you will let me go. I am telling you this to remind you. I remember that more than 20 years ago, the Tiger Gang suddenly rose up. In a short period of time, Kaiyuan Mansion was pacified within a short period of time, and then they wanted to expand to Xiping Mansion. As a result, something unexpected happened. Many brothers of the Hu family were killed and injured, and the Tiger Gang also plummeted. It can be seen that this is God's will. You are acting against the will of God. I'm afraid. It won’t end well.”
Hearing Songhe Laodao's words, Hu Xiaobei suddenly became angry and said, "You dare to curse me?"
Hong Shenghe, who was next to him, also took a step forward and shouted: "Old Master Songhe, do you want to die? Those martial arts people outside call you "Old God", do you think you are really a god? In the eyes of us immortal cultivators, a warrior like you is nothing. No, it won’t take any effort to solve your problem.”
Old Taoist Songhe was not intimidated by Hong Shenghe's momentum. He laughed twice and said, "Really? In that case, why do you bother talking so much?"
"You..." Hong Shenghe's momentum suddenly stagnated.
Seeing that Songhe Lao Taoist refused to take hard advice, Hu Xiaobei also lost his patience. As a cultivator, he always regarded ordinary people as ants. He tried to persuade him with good words, but the other party always resisted. It was really shameless. Since he was soft No, let’s do it hard.
Hu Xiaobei's expression suddenly changed, and he unleashed the momentum of his heyday, and walked towards Songhe Lao Dao step by step with boundless pressure.
Even though Hu Xiaobei is only a middle-stage Qi-refining monk, when his aura is fully released, it is not something that ordinary warriors can resist, especially when Hu Xiaobei is only targeting one person. At first, Old Master Songhe could act as if nothing had happened, but soon he couldn't bear it anymore. He straightened his body slightly in the chair and his expression became serious.
All the boundless pressure was exerted on him. Old Taoist Songhe felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his body. It was extremely heavy. This kind of pressure was everywhere, making it almost suffocating.
More than 20 years ago, Songhe Laodao had seen the momentum unleashed by the Foundation Establishment Immortal Master Xiying before entering the secret place. He felt that his strength had improved a lot over the years, and Hu Xiaobei was obviously better than Na Xiying Immortal Master. The strength is far different, and with my own strength I should be able to give it a try.
Only now did he realize that warriors still couldn't compare with immortal cultivators. The reason why he had the illusion that he could give it a try was either because Master Naxi Yingxian was merciful at the time, or because he had not met an opponent in these years, and he felt that Somewhat swollen.
After all, Hu Xiaobei is only a monk in the middle stage of Qi refining, and the outward aura is only a deterrent method, not a real attack. Although the pressure is huge, Songhe Laodao can still barely support it, but it is more difficult. Gradually, Songhe Laodao's forehead He was sweating and his body was shaking.
Hu Xiaobei came step by step to Songhe Lao Dao. His eyes released a captivating light and stared at him: "Song He Lao Tao, surrender or not?"
Old Taoist Songhe raised his head with difficulty, looked at the other person, smiled but said nothing, but it could be seen from his eyes that Old Taoist Songhe had no intention of surrendering.
Seeing that Taoist Songhe was having a hard time coping, Xuanzhu couldn't help but whisper: "Taoist Songhe, why don't you surrender them? Didn't you also say yesterday that you can't do anything but obey? They are all immortal cultivators, not us. These mortals can resist.”
The news that Hu Xiaobei was coming to pay homage to the mountain had long been spread. Songhe Laodao and the others also found out the background of Hu Xiaobei's immortal cultivator, so they had discussed it yesterday. If they really couldn't fight, they would temporarily obey the other party. Unexpectedly, when things came to a close, Taoist Songhe changed his mind.
Hearing Xuanzhu's words, Songhe Lao Taoist smiled with difficulty and said: "Do you know why I changed my mind? Because I had a hunch that the little Zamao was coming back to see me. I am his master and cannot give him anything at this time. It’s embarrassing, so I can only bear it to the end.”
Hearing that Qingyang was coming back, Xuanzhu was overjoyed at first, and then said: "Taoist Master Songhe, are you saying that Qingyang is coming back? Qingyang is also an immortal master. There must be a way for him to come back, but we don't know when he will Come back, if the Tiger Gang goes on a killing spree, we are no match..."
Xuan Zhu wanted to say something more, but Hu Xiaobei couldn't wait anymore and shouted angrily at the two of them: "I have treated you with all my kindness and righteousness. Since you are seeking death, don't blame me for being rude. Hong Shenghe, give it to me." Go ahead and kill them."
Hong Shenghe had also been impatient for a long time. Seeing his master giving the order, he flashed and was about to take the life of Old Taoist Songhe. At this time, Old Taoist Songhe suddenly raised his head, looked into the distance and murmured: "He's back, he's back, I'm completely relieved."
"What? What did you say?" Hong Shenghe said angrily.
Old Taoist Songhe smiled and did not speak any more. Instead, he slowly closed his eyes. Then his body stiffened and he sat on the chair and never moved again. At this time, I was looking at Songhe Laodao. There was no life left in his body. He had obviously become an immortal and passed away.
Xuanzhu didn't react for a moment. He was stunned for a while, and then seemed to remember something. Then he clasped his hands together, bowed deeply to Songhe Lao Dao, closed his eyes and recited the scriptures. The other monks seemed to understand what was happening, so they started chanting after Xuan Zhu. The sound of Sanskrit resounded all around, and there was suddenly a sense of solemnity in the entire hall.
In fact, this is not a surprise. Old Taoist Songhe is past the twilight years of Bai Fengzhu, and he has long been half buried in the ground. His survival to this day depends entirely on the blood lotus root that Qingyang sent back last time.
In recent years, Songhe Lao Dao has been exhausted and is just hanging on. Even if today's incident had not happened, there would have been only a few days to live. However, Hu Xiaobei's momentum and pressure only brought this result forward. Just a few days. Old Taoist Songhe had expected this and had explained it to Xuanzhu and others, so no one was too surprised.
