The Taoist man will never forget the blow he just struck.

His physical body is nearly indestructible, and his soul has been warmed to the level of night wandering, which is far beyond that of ordinary Qihai realm powerhouses.

The strength of the body and soul is the reason why Taoists never panic even if they are captured.

But he never expected that a boy in the physical training realm would casually take out a stick and give him a hit, which almost caused his soul to break apart.

This blow almost canceled out his ten years of hard training, which was too painful to describe.

"It's time to understand what I'm saying now. Hand over the cauldron. I don't have time to waste time with you!"

Xu Yi couldn't help shaking the stick in his hand, like a villain who extorted money from others.

The Taoist was about to cry. Two hundred years ago, he was not good at cultivation and was often bullied by his fellow disciples.

Two hundred years later, hiding from yin and yang, peeking into life and death, the power has increased tenfold. I should have shown off my power, but as soon as I was dejected, I didn't know that I just got up from the yin pool, and I was forced to cry by a mere thief in the body training realm with a stick.

No tears.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, farewell, I have something to say, I have something to say..."

The Taoist stared at the mourning stick and racked his brains, but he couldn't figure out what it was.

With his current body, it is almost extremely yin, and the yin soul is hidden in the body, so he is not afraid of harm at all. Even the Sunstone will only make this body and the yin soul disgusted, and it is far from possible to harm him.

But what happened to that stick? It passed through the body without hurting the body, but directly harmed the ghost soul. It was simply unbelievable and unheard of.

"What's there to say? It seems that this old boy is determined not to give up until he reaches the Yellow River. I will kill you now!"

Saying that, Xu Yi raised the stick high again.

He thought that the mourning stick could cause harm to this Taoist. After all, someone as powerful as Liu Fengzhu was directly injured by the ghost. No matter how strong the Taoist was, the mourning stick could penetrate directly into the soul, and it was sharp and domineering.

He never thought that the mourning stick seemed to be the Taoist Priest's nemesis. When the stick came down, the Taoist howled in pain. Even his scalp couldn't help but tingle when he heard it.

Since the mourning stick is the Taoist's nemesis, Xu Yi can beat it to death with a few sticks. By then, without the Taoist's restriction, the Wanhua Cauldron will definitely be obtained.

However, Xu Yi still needs Taoist priests to act as a deterrent when surrounded by enemies, so he only threatens him and never takes action.

The Taoist didn't know the key. But he didn't dare to gamble. He had been sleeping for two hundred years, and his nostalgia for life and yearning for the outside world were indescribable.

After being stunned for a long time, the Taoist felt fierce in his heart and said coldly, "If you want it, just take it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Wanhua Cauldron was suddenly peeled off from his neck and flew into the air.

In an instant, everyone went crazy and rushed towards the Wanhua Cauldron. All kinds of air currents mingled in the air.

Xu Yi was extremely angry, but he didn't bother to deal with the Taoist, summoned the Iron Spirit, and was about to turn the hook, when the Wanhua Cauldron suddenly flew back and hit the Bagua pattern in the middle of the Yin Teeth. In an instant, a big hole opened in the north wall.

The green water soared into the sky and surged in.

The green water is as clear as the Yin River, the Yin Qi is overwhelming, and the ice is biting, making everyone's soul tremble if they touch it.

In an instant, Yin Qi spurted out, and everyone no longer cared about coveting the treasure, and jumped towards the coffin like a madman.

Xu Yi was frightened by the sudden change. Fortunately, his attention was always focused on the Wanhua Cauldron. He easily pulled the fishing net, pulled the Taoist with him, and chased after the Wanhua Cauldron.

The Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron broke through the restrictions, poured in the green water, and was still spinning rapidly in the air. Just when it was triumphant, a silver hook flew through the air, hooked the cauldron's ears, and quickly wrapped it tightly.

Suddenly, a huge force came from the Wanhua Cauldron, and it actually pulled Xu Yi to fly towards the door where green water was gushing out. Immediately, a weird and weird smile came into his heart, "Boy, if you are not afraid of death, just follow

Come on, I am!" The voice actually came from the Wanhua Cauldron.

It turns out that this Ten Thousand Transformations Cauldron is a precious cauldron. It is not only an excellent tool for refining alchemy, but also has its own spatial attributes, capable of being large or small.

By chance, the Taoist obtained the Wanhua Cauldron and regarded it as a treasure.

Self-destruction of vitality, using the method of biochemistry, sitting dead in the Yin Pond, a wisp of ghost soul is hidden in the furnace.

After two hundred years of light and shadow, the cauldron was soaked with Yin Qi and was actually sacrificed and refined by Taoists into a place for gathering spirits.

Just then, the Taoist monk Xu Yi broke up his ten-year practice with a stick. He was heartbroken, but he couldn't escape.

What's even worse is that the hateful little thief has also set his sights on his own treasure cauldron. He has no choice but to take the ghost out of the body, throw it into the Wanhua Cauldron, control the cauldron that has been refined by Zao Ji, and fly into the air.

, only to attract everyone's attention, the killer move was launched instantly, opening the water filling valve of the Yin Pond, causing green water to pour in.

And that green water has been soaked by the Yin River all year round, and the Yin Qi is overwhelming. If it touches the body, it will be bitingly cold, and if you are submerged in it, you will freeze to death for an hour or three.

Such a vicious plan immediately caused chaos in the whole place.

Just when the Taoist thought he had succeeded in making a comeback, a silver hook hooked onto the Wanhua Cauldron.

Only then did the Taoist realize that it was that despicable and despicable boy who took action again.

Speaking of which, Xu Yi was extremely angry. He was no better than others and could see the ghosts with his eyes. Without checking for a moment, he actually caused the Taoist's ghost to escape into the furnace. He didn't expect that the Taoist was so ruthless and tried so hard to give up this body.

The hard-won physical body must be fought to the death.

If Taoists can fight hard, so can Xu Yizi.

He was bound to win the Wanhua Cauldron. Even if the Taoist said harsh words at this moment and wanted to drag him into the Yin River, Xu Yi had no intention of letting go.

Seeing the Wanhua Cauldron dragging Xu Yi and about to fly into the gate, the Taoist let out a ghostly cry and finally flew out of the cauldron. He stared at Xu Yi dragging his body with vicious eyes until he fell into the rushing green water.

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The Taoist really hated Xu Yi, but there was nothing he could do. He couldn't scare Xu Yi.

Since he couldn't be frightened, he could only withdraw. If he fell in with Xu Yi, that little thief had a stick that could kill people. No matter how well he hid it in the cauldron, he couldn't help that hateful stick in the cauldron.

Stir twice in the oven.

For a moment, the Taoist was on the verge of crying. Not only did he lose his body that he had been practicing for two hundred years, but his only precious treasure, the Wanhua Cauldron, was also snatched away by the shameless little thief.

After two hundred years of effort, I ended up with nothing.

If the ghost had tears, the Taoist would have shed tears like rain.

However, when Xu Yi's figure was about to sink into the green water, a graceful figure in snow-clothed sword struck Xu Yi in the air, and the sword energy hit Xu Yi's back. Then, with an indomitable momentum, he jumped with Xu Yi.

Enter that green screen.

"Zi Han!"

Zhou Shirong, who was climbing up the wall, saw this scene and let out a shrill cry.

Before he could shout, a series of finger swords were shot from nowhere. He couldn't dodge and was hit continuously. The strong energy immediately rushed him down, and he was submerged into the turbulent blue water.

"I have said before that if I don't take revenge for this, I will never be a human being!"

After muttering, the handsome face turned around and struggled upstream. (To be continued. (.))
Chapter completed!