Under the moonlight night.

In front of the ancient temple in the wilderness, a bonfire burned brightly, making a "cracking" sound from time to time.

The fat Taoist straightened up suddenly and looked at a certain person, his eyebrows twitching.

"Senior brother, why am I so restless on a whim?"

People who practice Taoism pay attention to the skill of sitting still and becoming still. The snake coils around the turtle, the orifice stores the essence, the Qi enters the abdomen, and the spirit returns to the body. Sitting for a whole day and night naturally remains motionless.

But at this moment, the blood in the fat Taoist's body was impetuous, and his heart could not calm down for a long time. It was obviously something abnormal.

The thin Taoist man looked at the horizon with an indifferent expression.

"Cause and effect are interdependent, and if you form a fate, you will naturally feel something."

"You mean..." The fat Taoist blurted out with his heart moving.

"Your little apprentice's doom has come."

When the fat Taoist heard this, his brows trembled slightly: "Senior brother, you said he has a deep blessing, so he should be able to get through it."

"We should be able to get through it..." the fat Taoist said again.

The thin Taoist shook his head: "You little disciple has strong luck... But the way to practice is to compete with God for your destiny. God has given you luck, but you still want to take your life. If you have both, don't you control your own destiny?

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"What do you mean, senior brother?"

"If you use luck to gain destiny, there will be disaster. The mystery of life and death depends on fate!"

The long words echoed in front of the ancient temple, swaying along with the bonfire.

The thin Taoist slowly closed his eyes, his body rose and fell, and his breathing was long. Nothing could leave a ripple in his heart.

The fat Taoist remained silent, looking at the swaying bonfire in front of him, worry flashed in his mung bean-like eyes.

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Ping'an Town.

In the courtyard of Wangzhai.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi was as panicked as a gorilla whose banana had been taken away, and was restless.

He originally thought that the catastrophe mentioned by his master was just some illusion before the breakthrough, which confused his mind.

Wang Xiaoyi never dreamed that just when he was about to enter the Fourth Transformation of the Refining Realm, a snake demon would appear and regard him as prey.

"It's been a long time since I've enjoyed such delicious flesh and blood." Ming Jianbo stuck out his long tongue, his cold pupils glowing with color.

Originally, he was just ordered to come to Ping'an Town to explore the way and take away the Demon Control Secretary here.

Who would have thought that when you pass by this place, you will feel a burst of vitality, your soul will fluctuate, and your blood will become mature.

This is a sign that you are about to enter the Fourth Transformation of the Refining Realm.

For monsters, such practitioners are the best delicacy. Their flesh and blood are extremely nutritious, which can improve their Taoism and save years of hard work.

This is also the fastest way to practice.

However, since entering the evil level, Ming Yunzi began to deliberately suppress Ming Jianbo, no longer allowing him to devour humans and enjoy flesh and blood.

Because evil-level monsters are enough to attract the attention of the Monster Control Division, they will definitely cause unnecessary trouble if they act recklessly and kill wantonly.

In fact, before he stepped into the evil level, those humans were captured by Ming Yunzi for him to enjoy and help him improve his cultivation.

Ming Jianbo is the heir left behind by Ming Yunzi before he was reincarnated.

After the latter reincarnated and awakened, he found Ming Jianbo, who was still a little monster that was left in the barren mountains, took it with him, cultivated it personally, and even captured humans to use it as a great medicine for them to enjoy and practice.

For Ming Yunzi, this snake demon is his biological son. He spent a lot of effort to help him gather evil spirits and transform them into such a realm.

In fact, Ming Yunzi secretly taught many Taoist methods for him to practice.

This makes Ming Jianbo a worthy monster in Pingjiang City.

In the small town of Ping'an, and without Ming Yunzi's suppression, enjoying a delicious blood meal is nothing.

Thinking of this, Ming Jianbo laughed loudly and tried hard with his hands to tear Wang Xiaoyi apart.

Wang Xiaoyi only felt pain in his shoulder, and a strange force was exerted on him. His heart skipped a beat, and he knew he was dead this time.

Rumble...

Suddenly, there was a loud sound of thunder, sweeping across the place and moving in all directions.

Ming Jianbo's expression suddenly changed, and the demonic energy in his body soared into the sky, and he automatically resisted. At the same time, his whole person suddenly retreated, with a look of horror in his eyes.

These thunderous sounds are brilliant and majestic, vast and nameless.

"The blood is really hot..." Ming Jianbo's eyes suddenly narrowed and he looked towards the corner.

As a snake demon, his perception is extremely sharp, and he is unaware of anyone approaching him.

Rumble...

The thunder became louder and louder, and the blood flowed, causing such a sound, which changed with each strange syllable.

The mysterious frequency immediately caused Wang Xiaoyi's blood to return to his body, and the pores all over his body swelled, his body was activated, and the dragon and the tiger were in harmony.

The whole body and mind are caught up in its own changes, and the six gods are closed, unable to hear or see.

"Who?" Ming Jianbo's face darkened.

This person's ability to scare monsters, the Thunder Sound Spell, and the Pure Yang Power not only made him feel fearful, but in an instant, he actually helped the kid in front of him break through the mysterious entrance, and his transformation was imminent.

"Ping'an Town is really not peaceful recently."

An indifferent voice came from the corner.

Zhou Dao, dressed in civilian clothes, walked out slowly.

The moon is full late at night, in the courtyard.

He strolled over, his long eyes falling on Ming Jianbo.

"Huh? Who are you?" Ming Jianbo's pupils narrowed.

He didn't expect that the master hiding in the dark would be so young?

Obviously, this is not the Master of the Demon Control Division.

But in Ping'an Town, besides Wang Xuanzhi, are there other masters of the Eight Transformations of the Refining Realm? Or are they still at this age?

This is very different from the information he obtained.

"Where did you come from, a little monster, who dared to kill people in Ping'an Town?" Zhou Dao did not answer, but walked up to Wang Xiaoyi, murderous intent evident in his eyes.

Obviously, he had no intention of letting this snake demon go.

If a evil-level monster is sacrificed to the ancestor, what kind of reward will it get? Just thinking about it makes Zhou Dao impatient.

"Little demon!?" Ming Jianbo laughed angrily.

What kind of monster is he?

Famous throughout Pingjiang City and across Nanxiang Mountain, no matter whether it is a monster or a monk, who doesn't know the evil reputation of [Little Black Cloud Lord] Ming Jianbo?

Until he became famous, no one dared to call him a little demon.

This alone is a capital crime.

"I have never experienced the master of the Eight Transformations of the Refining Realm." Ming Jianbo raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cruel smile.

His body twisted suddenly, as if it had no bones, and turned into a thin line, and flew in front of Zhou Dao in an instant.

Boneless Glimpse Technique!”

"This is... the inner god's art of war!?" Zhou Dao couldn't help but be moved.

What this monster was performing turned out to be an inner divine art of war, and it transformed the demonic energy into this inner divine art of war.

Transformed into a thin line of shadow, walking across a square inch of ground.

Buzz…

Ming Jianbo's attack was ruthless, and he struck with his right hand. The terrifying demonic energy surged and turned into a three-foot cold light, piercing his heart.

"Fang Swordsman!"

It is another inner-god warfare technique. Compared with the Boneless Shadow Technique, this technique breaks bones and flesh, and is specialized in killing.

With this move, countless masters died in Ming Jianbo's hands.

"Seeking death!" Zhou Dao's murderous intention was revealed.
Chapter completed!