(Can get a cold, heavy head, uncomfortable... I will update one chapter first to see if the third update task can be completed...)

Huang Daxian had a ferocious face. He was already out of anger. He was hit on the head by Xiaoyao Fudao's spiritual talisman. Although he survived the disaster, a big hole was broken on his head and blood continued to flow. The monks cherished his body quite much. Taoism used the body as a cauldron to nourish qi and refine alchemy. Once some damages in the body appear in the body that cannot be repaired and healed, it also means that the road to immortality in this life is basically hopeless;

As for the Shi family, although they always claim to be a "stinky skin", it is extremely important to maintain the integrity of the body before the golden body is formed.

Wong Tai Sin is a side door, and the way to immortality is too slim, but there are also many ways to prolong life, which can live at least two or three hundred years longer, far beyond the ordinary.

For example, when he practiced the "Hundred Insects and Poison Sutra", when he reached the highest level, he found a foreign insect in the world with a long life, then removed his soul and spirit, abandoned his original body, and placed it on the insect.

In this case, the alien insect will be like him.

This is not finished. We continue to practice with the insect body, transform into a demon, and then reshape the human body, thus transforming from human and Tao into demon Tao in one fell swoop, obtaining hundreds of years of life, and joining the ranks of living gods.

Of course, this is just a record in the Poison Sutra, and there are many hidden points in the related cultivation techniques. There is no doubt that there will be countless dangers when practicing.

However, the path of practicing Taoism is to compete with God and fight against the enemy.

Since Wong Tai Sin practiced Taoism, he has been ambitious and has been aiming at the goal of living gods. He acted ruthlessly but took every step, and was very cautious. To put it bluntly, he was bullying the weak and never attacked the strong with the weak.

In his opinion, Xiaoyao Fudao, who was born in a declining family, was naturally a junior target that could be bullied. Chen Sanlang, a weak scholar, was not a problem, and he was too lazy to kill him.

But how could Chen Sanlang besides a monk? He could actually use a jute rope to tie himself up?

In the usual way, Huang Daxian didn't take such a rope magic weapon seriously. He could break free with one force. However, in just a moment, Xiaoyao Fudao's spiritual magic spell hit him, which only made him dizzy and his head broke into blood.

My carefully maintained body was damaged like this, and it was still a crucial head. I don’t know how many days it took to completely repair and heal it.

It is tolerant, but who is tolerant?

"Unforgivable, absolutely unforgivable!"

Wong Tai Sin roared like a rasping lion.

Xiaoyao Fudao's face was pale, and suddenly gritted his teeth and shouted to Chen Sanlang: "Scholar, please leave quickly and leave the green mountains. Don't be afraid of losing firewood. If you can practice successfully in the future, you will avenge me!"

At the critical moment, he also took the initiative. He knew that his situation was unrealistic to escape. It would be better to fight to death and protect Chen Sanlang from the sky.

Chen Sanlang looked back at him and suddenly smiled, as bright as the sun: "Fudao. I have known you for so long, and you finally said something human."

Hearing this, Xiaoyao Fudao almost fainted: When has it been so unreasonable...

Then the next moment, he saw a scene that he would never forget for life—

The ancient long sword in Chen Sanlang's hand shone brightly, turning into several inches of sharp edges, flying up like lightning, killing Huang Daxian's head.

This is……

Xiaoyao Fudao opened his eyes wide, and the scene he saw seemed familiar, and finally overlapped with the scene that happened in Nanyang Prefecture:

Shushan Sword Immortal!

"Grandma, it turns out that this scholar is the best guy..."

With a stir, I couldn't help but burst into a rough sentence.

The sharp edge broke through the sky, and the light was instantly shining with an invincible aura.

Flying sword?

"How is that possible!"

The chill in Huang Daxian's heart burst out like a fountain, his hands and feet were cold. Instinctively, he slapped the black-skinned gourd around his waist, and dozens of black water bees flew out, trying to block the small sword.

Sizzle!

The black water bee condensed into a small dark cloud approached the small sword slightly, but it was like ice and snow approaching the flames, instantly melting and turning into powder.

laugh!

A little sharpness penetrated Huang Daxian's throat unstoppably, flew back into the book that Chen Sanlang carried, as if a sword had returned to the sheath. Suddenly, the sword energy dissipated, the light was subsided, and there was no movement.

"You're talking too much nonsense..."

Chen Jieyuan said with his hands on his back and with a very expert look.

thump!

Wong Tai Sin fell to the ground and was in a state of pride.

thump!

Xiaoyao Fudao actually fainted in a bare-skinned manner.

"Prosperity..."

After despising the Taoist priest, Chen Sanlang did not search for the spoils on Huang Daxian. He had learned about the other party's origin from Xiaoyao Fudao, practiced the poisonous scriptures, raised poisonous insects all over his body, and did not die without being stiff. If he was bitten by the poisonous substances he raised, he would capsize in the gutter.

Not long after, Xiaoyao Fudao woke up slowly, and his eyes looked at Chen Sanlang very differently.

Chen Sanlang touched his face: "Does flowers grow in my nose?"

This line is very familiar. The Taoist priest resisted the urge to be rude, because his master once taught me that as a Taoist priest, he was a master, and his slutty words were very affecting his image: "Is it interesting?"

"What?"

Chen Sanlang didn't understand why.

"Okay, you're ruthless!"

The Taoist priest threw out the meteorite gem and threw it in front of Chen Sanlang: "You killed Huang Daxian, and the things belong to you."

Chen Sanlang said, "I said, only half of it. Why, you don't want that?"

"Why don't you?"

The Taoist priest quickly picked it up again, thinking that there was no treasure in his heart, and what about the backbone, face, or something.

Chen Sanlang smiled and said, "Of course, if you have time, it will be better for me to temper the magic weapon."

The other party had something to ask for, and the Taoist priest suddenly felt very brilliant and straightened his waist: "What kind of magic weapon do you want to refine?"

Whoosh!

The yellow light flashed, the jute rope fell from Huang Taixian's body, and flew back to Chen Sanlang's wrist and wrapped it around: "This rope."

Xiaoyao Fudao glanced at him, thinking about it, and became more and more curious about the scholar, but he didn't ask, "Have you taken the spoil?"

Chen Sanlang honestly replied: "I was afraid of being bitten by poisonous insects, so I didn't move."

"Prosperity!"

Taoist priests treat the person's body with his own way, despise him, and walk over with great strides.

Wong Tai Sin has a lot of leather bags on her body, needless to say. The bags are full of poisonous substances. These poisonous insects have different toxicities, but they basically only follow Wong Tai Sin's command alone. If others take them, they will be useless. If you accidentally get bitten, you will die of poison.

Xiaoyao Fudao gathered them together, dug a hole, threw them inside, and then drove the thunder and fire talismans to burn them all into ashes.

These poisonous insects were all consumed by Huang Daxian for a lot of effort. They were raised after more than ten years and were considered treasures. But in the eyes of Xiaoyao Fudao and Chen Sanlang, they were harmful things and should be destroyed.

After processing, the Taoist priest searched Huang Daxian and took back all the talismans that originally belonged to him, which made a lot of gains.

Among them is the "Hundred Insects and Poison Sutra", which is a rare secret book and belongs to a inheritance in the world of monks. It is a pity to destroy it;

There are several other magic weapons, a mace, a dagger, and a flag. The mace and dagger are both top-quality magic weapons with the consecrated grade. The flags are mysterious magic weapons, but there are traces of damage on them.

Finally, there is the black-skin gourd hanging around Wong Tai Sin's waist.

Xiaoyao Fudao held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly. He frowned: "This gourd?"

Chen Sanlang asked: "What kind of baby is it?"

The Taoist priest did not answer and continued to watch. Suddenly he slapped his thigh: "Yin Yang Gourd... This Huang Daxian really doesn't know anything. He has a good mouthful of Yin Yang Gourd. It is actually used to raise black water bees, and it is simply exposed to the sun!"

"What is Yin and Yang gourd?"

Chen Sanlang asked if he didn't understand.

The Taoist priest's eyes shone: "Have you heard of the aisle soldiers?"

"No."

The Taoist priest explained with a sense of accomplishment: "The Buddhist family has Buddhist soldiers, the Taoist soldiers, and the demons have shrimp soldiers and crab generals... In other words, it is actually the same as ordinary generals and soldiers."

Chen Sanlang now understood: "Then this gourd?"

"With this gourd, this Taoist can raise Taoist soldiers."

It's indeed a good thing.

Chen Sanlang coughed dryly: "Declare in advance, Fu Dao, this gourd is not yours."

Xiaoyao Fudao was anxious when he heard this: "I'm talking to scholar, you are a Sword Immortal, what's the use of a gourd?"

"Of course it's useful. You can also drink it. You have a great style."

But I thought to myself that as the number of shrimp soldiers and crabs increases on Xiaolongnu, I might need a gourd.

The Taoist priest quickly hugged the gourd in his arms: "You use this treasure to hold wine, aren't you afraid of being sent to heaven? In this way, you will give you other things, including the meteorite gems, I only want this gourd..."

"No, where is this cheap?"

Chen Sanlang refused this share plan seriously.

"What do you want? I will help you temper the jute rope, this is not easy."
To be continued...