Chapter 4893 Mortal Jiang Zibo

"You still have the nerve to say~"

Piaoyue sneered, "It's just fifty steps laughing at a hundred steps!"

"Yes, yes~"

Gui Xi laughed and did not argue, but said, "Fortunately, it is the clone of Xiangxiang Bodhisattva. If it is the real Xiangxiang Bodhisattva, how could he escape?"

"Do you still need to say?"

Piaoyue scolded in a low voice, "Am I blind? Hurry up and chase after me!"

Seeing Guixi and Piaoyue chasing after him, the avatar of Xiangxiang Bodhisattva was a little anxious. He looked at Xiao Ming who was still unconscious in his robes, and patted on the door.

"Om~"

The light behind Xiangxiang Bodhisattva's head shook, and a silhouette shaped like a dragon elephant flew out with a low growl. When the silhouette fell into the seven incense chariots of Qingyun, a strange fragrance suddenly rose above Qingyun, and the speed of Xiangxiang Bodhisattva accelerated again.

It's just that the Xiangxiang Bodhisattva at this time has no time to care about the direction, and hastily moved away from the distinct branches.

"This bald thief's avatar still has means~"

When Gui Xi saw this, he was not surprised but happy. He knew that this was his chance to make up for his mistakes, so his tone of voice was unusually angry, and he roared, "Looks like I have to get serious!"

As expected, Piaoyue's expression softened a little, and she looked at Guixi from the corner of her eyes.

Gui Xi took out an incense crystal shaped like a white crane, and there was a scent gushing out between five fingers, the incense crystal burst with a sound of "Peng~", and more than a thousand incense strands shaped like a white crane rushed into the Wuzhu incense cloud with the clear sound of "嘎~" Sha, "Woo~" Xiangyun also accelerated and began to close the distance with Xiangxiang Bodhisattva.

In this way, after flying for several hours, "Boom~" Explosions began to explode in the space around, and countless incense sticks pierced like sharp swords.

"Battle!"

Piaoyue looked at Xiangsi mixed with halo around her, she cursed in a low voice, "Guixi, you did a good job, you are the one who kicked off the Great Conferred God War!"

"Even if it's me~"

Gui Xi laughed and explained, "But even if it wasn't for me, the Conferred God War would definitely start!"

"It's you, it's you~"

Piaoyue explained with practical actions what it is like for a fairy to be unreasonable.

"Swipe~"

Xiangxiang Bodhisattva had already lost his way, so he didn't think much at this moment, and rushed directly to where Xiangsi rushed in, because he believed that even the flames of the Conferred God War would not be able to do anything to him, who was comparable to Hunyuan. Dongxuan Parasitic Fragrance.

However, when Xiangxiang Bodhisattva's face changed, when he flew to the edge of the space and stretched out his hands to tear the space apart, it seemed that the space barrier did not exist.

"Not good~"

Fragrant Elephant Bodhisattva secretly thought that it was not good. He finally understood why the incense of rebirth from the seven realms is in this space, but no one can get here, because if no one knows how to enter, then after entering... no one can go out!

If there is no way for him to escape, even if he took the root of the Seven Realms Rebirth Incense, what is the use?

"Swipe~"

When Xiangxiang Bodhisattva was most terrified, a forceful knife light split the void, and the knife light split off his cassock, but he still couldn't fly out of the space where the knife light disappeared.

"This... this knife light is probably the parasitic incense of Hunyuan Dongxuan from the Taoist sect~"

The Fragrant Elephant Bodhisattva didn't dare to stay here for a long time, he quickly moved his body away, there was a big battle outside the space, who knows when the saber light will strike again?

Fragrant Elephant Bodhisattva does not want to be a dead ghost.

Jiang Zibo is different from the avatar of Xiangxiang Bodhisattva, he wants to die wholeheartedly, so when he bids farewell to Xiao Hua, and wants to take a last look at the Dao Immortal Realm that he is nostalgic for, his eyes turn gray for a while, and he knows in his heart that the final divine punishment is coming , I want to fall into Jiuyou.

Jiang Zibo has no regrets, although he didn't know that there would be a list of gods, let alone that he would temporarily become the first person on the list of gods, but he felt that it was worthwhile for him to die for the Taoist world.

But what happened next caught him by surprise.

Jiang Zibo felt his body plummeting, as if he had fallen from the nine heavens, and the cloudy clouds around him were stretched extremely long, not the kind of darkness behind death that he thought.

"This... is this death?"

Although Jiang Zibo has never fallen, nor has he been to Jiuyou, but he feels that something is a little strange.

In particular, when Jiang Zibo felt that his cultivation base was stripped from his body by a big hand, and he had a feeling of going back in time, Jiang Zibo suddenly realized, and panicked in his heart: "I'm going, it turns out that this... this is God's punishment. !"

God's punishment doesn't necessarily mean killing people, depriving one's cultivation base, depriving everything, may be even more cruel.

Jiang Zibo was extremely terrified. He never thought that there would be a day when his cultivation base would be taken away. He felt his own powerlessness, and even felt that he had degenerated into a mortal step by step. He finally felt something more terrifying than death.

"Later...do you regret it?"

When Jiang Zibo was relegated, he asked himself more than once. He really wanted to answer confidently that he didn't regret it, but he knew that he did regret it a little.

He thought that death was the final outcome, but he didn't know... Losing is the real punishment of God.

The moment Jiang Zibo's cultivation disappeared and he turned into a mortal, he stepped on a rock.

Jiang Zibo didn't know how he got here, let alone where it was.

After all, he has lost his divine sense, immortal power, and immortal marks. He is just an ordinary person.

The mountain wind blew past, and Jiang Zibo felt cold. He looked up at the sky, and there was still a huge vortex, and there were layers of blue-gray in the vortex.

And beside the vortex, there are more winter clouds billowing.

"Is it going to snow?"

A strange thought came to Jiang Zibo's mind, "Will I be frozen to death?"

Sure enough, after the vortex disappeared, small snow particles really began to fall.

"nnd~"

Jiang Zibo cursed in a low voice, and hurriedly thought about finding a place to avoid snow.

It's a pity that the mountain is steep and there are many rocks, but there are no caves. Jiang Zibo searched for half a circle and fell down several times, but he couldn't find a suitable place.

But fortunately, Jiang Zibo found some dead branches and rotten wood, and barely set it up in a low-lying place, temporarily blocking the snowflakes.

The mountain wind has calmed down, but the snowflakes are getting bigger, and night seems to be coming. Jiang Zibo squatted under the dead branches, watching the snow begin to accumulate within a few feet in front of him. Thinking about watching the Conferred God War just now, Jiang Zibo seemed like a lifetime away .

After watching for a while, Jiang Zibo's eyelids were astringent and he was actually sleepy. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Jiang Zibo had a dream, and the dream was still the flickering battle of the Conferred Gods.

It's a pity that the dream was not finished. After midnight, Jiang Zibo woke up from the cold.

Jiang Zibo didn't get up immediately, his limbs curled up together, he wanted to freeze to death.

However, after freezing another half cup of tea, Jiang Zibo couldn't bear the unspeakable coldness, so he got up straight away.

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