In the blink of an eye, an hour passed, and the white wind blowing through the cracks in the ice gradually weakened.
Before anyone could take action, suddenly a blue-robed Taoist turned into a gust of yellow wind and flew towards the cracks in the ice without making a sound. He was going very fast, obviously trying to get the upper hand.
"hehe…"
The crazy Taoist, who was not astonishing in appearance and looked as dirty as a beggar, gave a strange laugh, then threw his hand very calmly, and the broken bowl with missing corners flew out.
When the bowl was lifted up, it swelled in the wind, and in the blink of an eye it was the size of a grinding plate, like a huge lid.
"Ah..." The blue-robed man had just flown out no more than ten feet away when he suddenly felt darkness above his head. He only had time to utter a exclamation before he was trapped in a broken bowl.
The broken bowl, which was as big as a grinding plate, hit the ground with a "clang". It was as heavy as a stone, and it actually smashed the eternal ice layer, sending ice shavings flying everywhere. White smoke rose up from the edge of the bowl, and there was still "squeaking" inside. "Crack" sound.
"Hahaha... come back!" Seeing this, Epileptic Immortal laughed with satisfaction, stretched out his hand, and the bowl turned into yellow light, shrank, and automatically flew back to his hand.
There was only a pool of blood on the ground and some corroded threads of Taoist robes.
The dozens of people present had different expressions when they saw this, most of them had expressions of shock and fear on their faces.
Liu Qiao and others looked at Yang Ren, waiting for him to give the order. Should they attack together, or directly use magic weapons to drive them away, just wait for his order.
Yang Ren was holding the Moye Sword, a killing weapon. He didn't panic at all. He just looked into the ice cracks with his two strange eyes, while shaking his head and saying: "Don't be impatient, wait for them to fight first."
Although Daoist Madam's move was cruel, it did serve to establish his authority. No matter what everyone thought in their hearts, no one dared to take action first.
However, the few who have real abilities show disdain on their faces.
A Taoist with the same blue robe and long beard couldn't stand it and stood up and said: "Taoist Epiphany, you are also a Taiyi Xuanmen after all, why are you so cruel?
The Taoist brother just wanted to go in first to have a look. It was easy for you to stop him, but you wanted to refine him to death. Who are you trying to scare?"
"Huhu..." No one answered, but the broken bowl flew out in the wind again and headed towards the long-bearded Taoist man.
Needless to say, this crazy immortal has a very high level of fighting skills. He knows how to strike first and take advantage of others. He never talks nonsense and strikes out suddenly, hoping to take down the long-bearded man with one move.
"How brave!" But since the man with the blue robe and long beard dared to come forward, he still had some tricks. Before the broken bowl with yellow light locked onto him, he twisted his body and disappeared into blue smoke.
But he escaped through the smoke and cloud escape technique.
Zhui Yunsou, who was standing aside, said with a sneer, "You're just a rat. No matter how capable you are, how can you escape from our hands!"
Although he and Dianxian were not brothers in the same discipline, they had often teamed up to capture enemies in the past, and they had already become proficient in cooperating with each other. Among the heretics, they were known as Feng Dian, the two elders.
At this moment, he saw the blue-robed and bearded man turn into smoke and rise up, avoiding the lock of the broken bowl, so he also used his secret technique.
Everyone saw the golden light bursting out from the eyes of the old man chasing the wind. Two golden lights about an inch apart were as real as two golden needles flying out from the bottom of his eyes.
Although the blue-robed man's escape technique was marvelous, his speed could not compare with the swiftness of the spell. The thin green smoke only soared hundreds of feet into the sky before being pierced by the golden needle.
"Uh!" A muffled groan came from the green smoke, and then the smoke flickered, and the blue-robed man appeared, but he was hit by a secret spell and couldn't hold his head up, so he straightened up and fell to the ground.
From what he said, Lan Pao Ke was also a moral person. However, he accidentally suffered a secret trick from the left. Now for some reason, his body became stiff and he was about to fall off the clouds and die.
Liu Qiao and his party all belonged to the orthodox religion, so they couldn't bear to see moral people being robbed. Yang Ren hurriedly raised his hand and pointed, a cloud of mist suddenly appeared from a hundred feet away, and caught the fallen blue-robed guest.
"Fellow Taoist, are you okay?" Liu Qiao and others also took action together, snatching the blue-robed man over and asked.
The body of the blue-robed Taoist with long beard was stiff, lying on his back on the ground. Only his face could move slightly.
He reluctantly said: "Thank you all for saving me. Be careful of his secret technique called (Rat Eyes Short-sightedness). This kind of soul Taoism is difficult to block with swords and guns. My soul was nailed by his secret technique."
Yang Ren glanced at Lan Paoke with his divine eyes and said in shock: "Brother Taoist, please take off your soul. There are two golden threads in your body that are devouring your soul!"
"It hurts me so much!" The blue-robed Taoist couldn't help but wailed.
Yang Ren and Liu Qiao all turned their heads with unbearable expressions on their faces.
"There is no elixir for healing the soul!" Huang Tianhua rummaged through the flower basket and shook his head helplessly.
This is also the fate of this Taoist. Before Chanjiao and his party came out, they were afraid of the secret techniques of left Taoist souls, and True Monarch Daode had given them enough defensive means.
Therefore, there are many pills for treating internal and external injuries and regulating Qi, but none for healing the soul.
"Please help me until the end. I am in unbearable pain now, and my soul is about to collapse. Please send me troops to relieve me!" the blue-robed man said with force.
"Alas..." Everyone sighed after hearing this.
After all, it's not a gangster cultivating immortality. It's rare for someone to die if they disagree with each other.
The San people who were familiar with Lan Pao Ke stood up one after another and cursed at Zhui Fengsou: "Hurry up and learn Taoism with him. I can't wait for this opportunity..."
Seeing this, Zhui Feng Sou and Dian Xian stopped taking action, but they didn't respond either. They just sneered and watched from a distance.
"Ah..." Within a moment, the secret technique penetrated deeply into his bones, and the blue-robed man wailed incessantly, feeling hazy.
Yang Ren shook his head and sighed towards Liu Qiao's master and apprentice: "Alas...please, fellow Taoist, please unsheath your sword and help him fight!"
The so-called Bingjie refers to a Qi practitioner who has practiced Taoism for more than a hundred years and is refined by Yin Shen. He can borrow swords, soldiers, staffs and other objects to dissolve the physical body, and only the soul is shed.
Later generations would call this power "Ghost Immortal", and they would just give it up once they were reincarnated. However, this time belonged to the ancient times. Qi practitioners only hoped to cultivate the Hunyuan Dao Fruit into true immortals, so no one named this "junk" power.
, only called military solution.
There are many benefits to giving people the power to fight. Firstly, it can help people achieve enlightenment. Secondly, the person who has used the power to fight can only get rid of their soul. Hundreds of years of magical power cannot be taken away, but it can be tainted on the weapons.
It was an opportunity to help the senior soldiers to transform an ordinary soldier into a weapon of the immortal family, so Yang Ren only asked Liu Qiao to come.
Liu Qiao looked at the blue-robed Taoist and saw that he was enduring the pain and reluctantly nodded. He said no more, handed the sword on his shoulder to Chang Long and said, "Come on!"
As a disciple of the Dharma Protector, Chang Long specialized in killing people. He took the sword and pulled it out with a clang.
Everyone turned their heads and couldn't bear to watch.
Chang Long gave a soft drink and slashed his sword towards the blue-robed man's neck. The sound of the sharp blade entering the flesh was heard. Fearing that he was not dead, he stabbed him two or three more times.
When the sword was struck for the third time, the blue-robed man died. His whole body was wrapped in clouds and mist, but his body was broken by the sword, and his soul took the opportunity to escape from his body.
The illusory spirit bowed three times to Liu Qiao and the others, and then disappeared. However, it was resolved by this attack and reborn in another catastrophe.
"You are all moral people. If you don't have the Taoist skills, you should not come out to fight for strength. You will waste your life. It's pitiful that after hundreds of years of water and fire, you will become a piece of cake." Zhui Fengsou said with a sneer.
As soon as these words came out, most of the San people had complex expressions on their faces, considered their Taoist skills, said goodbye to their acquaintances, and then left.
For a time, there were more than forty scattered people, and thirty-eight of them left.
There were only four Taoists left in the field, namely Chanjiao Liu Qiao, Zhui Fengsou, Diaixian, Hu Nizi, and two other Taoists wearing red Bagua robes.
These two people have never made a sound. One has a green face with fangs, and the other has a red face with a curly beard. They are wearing a red bagua robe, and they seem to have some fairy spirit.
"You still dare to stay here and compete with me. I think you are using your own methods."
Zhuifeng Sou smiled gloomily and said: "Are we competing in Taoist magic, magical powers, or martial arts weapons? Let's draw a line..."
Dianxian also said: "We only have one hour. Fighting alone is a waste of time. Let's just ask them to come together."
Hu Qianzi sneered and said: "Arrogant! A certain family is not those two unlucky ones, and they are just about to test your methods!"
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves and a puff of powdery mist flew out, but it didn't hit the two Mad Immortals, but towards the two red-clothed Taoists who had been silent all this time.
The Mad Immortal chuckled lightly, threw the broken bowl, and Zhui Feng Old Man each used their magical powers to hit Liu Qiao and the others.
It turns out that Chai Feng Sou, Epilepsy Immortal, and Hu Nizi have already secretly joined forces.