Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 93 Almost Killed Himself

"Jin Xu, I made you laugh. There was a stubble in my practice just now, just adjust for a while and it will be fine."

Jue Yu's eyes lit up, and he jumped off the wall and shouted, "Jue Yu, are you going to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors? You can also call Master's Taoist name? Kneel down and kowtow, begging Master for forgiveness."

In fact, Jue Yu's calves were trembling. A little old man who hadn't even built a foundation, scolded a half-step god of peerless power, exciting, really exciting.

"Huh? Are you looking for death?"

Juehu's momentum changed, and suddenly dark clouds rolled, as if the gods were angry.

This is changing the sky with his own aura, not as simple as Jiang Xiaoliu using his magical powers to change the sky.

"stop!"

Jiang Xiaoliu was shocked, and hurried to stop, although he was very satisfied with the old man Jueyu's actions, but he was half-step to transform himself into a god, and you didn't do it like this, he didn't need to use his hands at all, just his momentum could crush him to death you.

Juehu didn't listen to Jiang Xiaoliu at all, his aura was like a bloodthirsty prehistoric beast, and he was about to ruthlessly suppress Jueyu. He was confident that he could shake Jueyu into nothingness.

"Snapped!"

As soon as the murderous intention started, Juehu was surprised to find that his demons had relapsed again, and he couldn't control his body. He raised his palm high and slapped himself hard again.

This time it was even more ruthless, white jade-like teeth flew out along with countless blood foam, and he also rose into the air, spinning rapidly and smashing to the ground far away.

Jueyu was so frightened that he sat paralyzed on the ground, almost thinking that he was going to go to the back mountain to sleep with the patriarch, but he didn't expect Juehu to give him another slap in the face, it seemed that this time it looked even worse.

"Hahaha!"

Jueyu was very happy, finally someone was with him.

"You old man, what's wrong with half-step transformation into a god? Are you so awesome? If you dare to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, God will never forgive you."

Jue Yu laughed out loud, feeling very relieved, a high-ranking, even indescribably powerful existence, is treated exactly the same as himself at the moment, and you listen to his Taoist name, Juehu, Juehu, hahaha, dead Isn't the great-great-grandson an extinct family?

My little master today is so wicked.

"Snapped!"

Jue Yu made another mistake, blurted it out, and immediately drew a beautiful parabola in the air and flew out.

Jiang Xiaoliu: "..."

Juehu lay on the ground speechless for a long time.

"The inner demon is so heavy this time, I can't control my body, even if I have been very careful, I still can't do it. Is it because I have killed too much to break through the gods for hundreds of years?"

"Or is it because I practice evil methods and my sword is slanted?"

"Or was there something wrong with the pot of pills a while ago?"

"Where is the problem? I have read countless exercises and Taoist ancestors' handbooks, and I have never had an example of slapping myself?"

Jiang Xiaoliu walked slowly to Juehu's side, ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show his expression, pretending to be concerned and asked: "Juehu, what's wrong with you? Why are you slapping yourself for no reason?"

Juehu climbed up cautiously, felt the mana in his body and the primordial spirit of sea consciousness, and said after a long time: "Maybe there is something wrong with my practice, I want to retreat, can you find me a place today!"

Jiang Xiaoliu smiled.

Jue Yu also laughed.

Juehu tilted his head subconsciously, and the slap unexpectedly missed, but the next second, the other hand swung over at a faster speed, flew upside down with a slap, and stuck heavily on the wall of the Taoist temple .

Jiang Xiaoliu shook his head and smiled wryly, Jueyu finally felt relieved, jumped over with one step, pointed at Juehu's nose and cursed: "Well, you rebel who doesn't know how to respect the teacher, didn't I remind you just now? Don't call me directly!" Master's Taoist name, you must respectfully address Master."

"Look at me!"

After Jueyu finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Jiang Xiaoliu and cupped his fists, performed a standard Taoist disciple salute, and then continued to turn his head to scold Juehu.

"Tell me about you. You are already an old monster who has lived for thousands of years. Did you stay in Nanyang for a long time and forget the etiquette, righteousness and shame inherited from Huaxia? Can't even say a word about master?"

"Let me tell you, you started late, I am the senior brother who is a registered disciple of Qingyun Temple, and you are my second junior brother. You must listen to me in everything you do in the future, and you must not act willfully. Since you are worshiped under the name of Master, then you are Qingyun Temple. As a member, you must prioritize the interests of Qingyun Temple in everything you do, and don't put yourself in the position of a half-step god of power."

"I'm telling you, that doesn't work. No matter how rich your family is or how high your cultivation level is, everything must be centered around Master, and we will go all out for the long-term development of our Qingyun Temple. Hiding secrets, do you understand?"

Jiang Xiaoliu was very satisfied, nodded vigorously, and said: "Okay, from now on, we will follow what Jue Yu said. From now on, Qingyun Temple will name disciples, Jue Yu will be the senior brother, Juehu will be the second senior brother, and Jue Hu will be the second senior brother. You can’t make decisions on your own if you have any matters, you have to get the consent of your big brother Jue Yu, understand?”

Juehu regained his composure, and suddenly became furious, his violent momentum rose to the sky, and he shouted loudly like a thunderbolt: "Bold, a group of ants dare to insult and tease my ancestor, they don't know what to do. Search your soul and refine your soul, and you can also learn your inheritance."

"Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Juehu was furious, what is his identity?Even if it is the headmaster of the major ancestral courts of the Central Plains Daoist sect, the real master of heaven, he should be polite when he sees himself, and call him a fellow daoist.

A small Qingyun temple in the 800-meter wild mountain dared to tease and insult himself like this, it would be a pity to die.

Juehu was so angry that he forgot for a moment what the "inner demon" was doing, and wanted to slap the two hateful people in front of him to death.

But in the next second, he suddenly couldn't mobilize all his mana, and the powerful and perverted sea of ​​consciousness was as silent as the sea, without any reaction at all.

At the same time, he swung his hands high, and under his unbelievable gaze, he watched his hands round and bow left and right, and slapped himself wildly with all his strength.

This is not a slap, it is enough magic power, a slap can smash a mountain, a slap can block a river, and a slap can destroy all creatures within a hundred miles.

Now, one palm after another hit him in the face, and immediately his skin was torn apart, his sea of ​​consciousness collapsed, his head turned 180 degrees strangely, and all of them were slapped to the back, but his hands still kept moving. , and twitched at the back of his head again.

Not long after, Juehu was on the verge of death, lying on the ground, his breathing was loose, and he didn't move any more.

Jiang Xiaoliu stretched out his consciousness to check, the sea of ​​consciousness of this old monster is vast and boundless, the real one is as boundless as the sea, in the middle of the sea, there is a purple mansion in Washington, beautiful and fairy-like Gone with the wind, it's huge, but it's a pity that it's only half formed. Even this half of Zifu is dilapidated at the moment, with ruins and walls everywhere, as if it has just been demolished.

Probe down along the sea of ​​consciousness, good guy!
The meridians were broken, the bones were shattered, the Nascent Soul in Dantian Qihai was torn apart, and the violent mana impacted everywhere in the body, tearing the body of the originally extremely powerful half-step deity cultivator into a mess, and I couldn't bear to look directly at it.

This is the price.

It is the price for breaking the oath and wanting to kill the teacher.

In front of the system, even if you are the king of heaven, you must not resist the slightest bit, even if you slander in your heart. You must be unconditionally and completely loyal to Jiang Xiaoliu in order to avoid the punishment of the system.

Just now Juehu was different from the past, just slandering him, he really had murderous intentions, which is outrageous, according to the requirements of the system, he planned to kill Juehu completely, but Jiang Xiaoliu tried his best to stop him.

Cheap apprentice who is a half-step god, where can you find this thing?
With Juehu here, wouldn't the Great Qin Nether Empire be suppressed backhandedly in the future?
(End of this chapter)