However, these three guys are indeed arrogant. The two red-robed Taoists, plus Chanjiao Liu Qiao and others, there are six others in the field.
However, the three of them, Chai Feng Sou and Di Xian, were all fighting against each other. Instead, they looked indifferent, obviously not taking the remaining six people seriously.
Nahu Nizi took the lead and struck at the two red-robed Taoists with a cloud of pink mist, bringing with it bursts of sweet and greasy aroma.
"How dare you show off your peach blossom miasma!"
The green-faced and fanged Taoist in red robe smiled, waved his sleeves, and a breeze rose from the ground, blowing away the pink mist, and then he drew out his sword and jumped into the air.
Another guy with a red face and a curly beard also uses double hooks to focus on the bottom lane.
These two Taoists obviously came from the same school, and their martial arts skills were well coordinated, so they went to kill Hu Nizi together.
Hu Nizi was not surprised when he saw that the powder mist spell was broken. When he saw the two Taoists coming to kill him, he also took out a tin staff from his treasure bag.
This staff is as thick as a teacup and about ten feet long, and is decorated with nine golden rings. When it dances, not only does the wind whistle, but the gold rings collide and make a crisp "ding-dong" sound.
This tin staff is a magic weapon, it is powerful and heavy, and with just a slight sway, it can deflect the green-faced Taoist's sword light from the top.
The red-faced Taoist took the opportunity to twist his double hooks around the tin staff, and then hooked it back to remove the tin staff.
With a sudden move, he used the technique of uprooting the mountain, turned the staff around, and fished it up. Not only did he stagger the red-faced Taoist, but he also almost took away both hooks from his hands.
"Hey, these two guys are so bad at martial arts!" Hu Nizi was indeed very skilled in martial arts. He was besieged by the two men, wandering around and chatting and joking.
The two red-robed Taoist priests were so angry that the Three Corpse Gods jumped violently. Since they couldn't defeat them in martial arts, they started fighting with each other.
The two men in red robes made a feint and jumped out of the circle. The green-faced one took a deep breath and opened his mouth to exhale. In an instant, the field was filled with sand and rocks.
A breath of fresh air turned into gusts of strong wind that destroyed mountains and trees, roared into a ball, and blew towards Hu Menizi like a tornado as thick as a bucket.
Hu Nizi smiled solemnly, took out the magic weapon from the treasure bag and threw it away, but it turned out to be a piece of pink gauze.
When the thin gauze was raised, it turned into a heavy pink smoke, covering Hu Nizi like a screen.
As the green-faced Taoist priest panted, the strong wind roared, rolling up the trees and hitting the sand and rocks, causing the mist to sway. Drops of pink mist fell down like strands of necklaces, but they could never break through the seemingly thin pink mist.
"Brother Taoist, I'm here to help you!" Seeing this, the red-faced Taoist priest also used his magical power to shrink his already red cheeks like charcoal fire, and he opened his mouth and vomited...
A red light flew out, and the scorching high temperature distorted the void. With the green-faced Taoist priest's wind assisting the fire, a bit of divine flame turned into a fire dragon of dozens of feet and burned towards Hu Nizi.
When the pink mist met this divine flame, it burned with a "chichichi..." sound, like a hot pot refining oil. The sweet aroma turned into a stench like rotten meat.
But that mist is magical, it is Hu Nizi's housekeeping magic weapon. He collected the rotten peach blossom miasma in southern Xinjiang for thousands of years, peeled off the cocoons, and spent hundreds of years of hard work to refine it.
There are already more than twenty levels of prohibitions, with endless magical uses. If you put them in the side door of the left road, they are already regarded as superb treasures, and they can be used to control the world.
No matter how the breeze burned or the divine flame burned, it never burned through the mist.
After a while, the two red-robed Taoist priests lost strength and the fire gradually became smaller.
Hu Nizi saw the right moment, and as soon as he pressed the magic weapon to restrain it, the mist suddenly changed its magical effect. In an instant, the pink light surged, pushing away the flames and the strong wind.
With a clear cry, Yanlan harvested a piece of pink gauze, which flew dozens of feet in the air in the blink of an eye. Before the two red-robed Taoists could escape the wind, they were wrapped in Yanlan.
"Ah..." Two wailing sounds, the second one was hit by the peach blossom miasma, his eyes were red, his body was burned in the fire, he took off his clothes and rolled on the ground.
Shao Qing, his whole body was red and breathless, but his soul was burned out by the fire and he died.
Immortal fighting is so dangerous, one careless move can ruin thousands of years of practice.
While Hu Nizi was fighting, Zhui Feng Sou and Dian Xian were also fighting with Liu Qiao, but it was not as smooth as this one.
Huang Tianhua and Chang Long faced off against Epilepsy.
The Mad Immortal held out the Dharma Bowl, which rose several feet high in the storm, and pulled it down towards Chang Long. However, seeing that Chang Long had the highest magic power, he wanted to take it down first.
Huang Tianhua on the side couldn't bear to take action. When he saw the bowl flying towards Chang Long, he hurriedly offered the flower basket in his hand.
This water sparkle basket was refined by True Monarch Daode using authentic immortal methods for hundreds of years in his early years. It is specially used to hold immortal grass and elixir. It is made of excellent material and has thirty-two layers of restrictions.
Although most of the prohibitions are used to lock the loss of immortal spirit energy and hold medicinal materials, how can it be simple if they can come from the hands of the True Monarch who explains the morality of the Immortal.
At this time, when the flower basket was offered, a clear light appeared from the edge of the flower basket. It shined at the giant bowl flying in the air and fixed it in the air.
"What kind of magic is this!" The Mad Immortal was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly cast spells and activated the magic weapon from a distance, but it seemed to be blocked by an inexplicable force.
It has been practiced for hundreds of years, and the eleven levels of prohibitions are wielded like an arm, but now it seems to have failed. The magic formula is like a mud cow entering the sea, and there is no news.
"Haha, sacrifice as many magic weapons as you have!"
Huang Tianhua laughed proudly and silently recited the incantation of the magic weapon. The flower basket rose in the air, and the clear light shone on the magic bowl, spinning around.
The big bowl, which was several feet long, turned into the size of a palm and was put into the water sparkle basket.
Chang Long saw that the Mad Immortal had lost his magical weapon and that most of his magical power had been reduced. He quickly grabbed some steel spear and stabbed him.
The mad Taoist hurriedly pulled out an emerald green bamboo pole from the treasure bag, waved it, and the green light flashed, and held it against Chang Long's steel spear.
That bamboo pole is also magical. When it comes to head-to-head contact with iron tools, it only hears the sound of "clanging" gold and iron, but it has not been cut by a sharp blade.
Huang Tianhua also took out a sword, jumped into the circle, and Chang Long surrounded and killed the Mad Immortal.
Diaixian's martial arts skills were mediocre, but after only ten rounds, he couldn't handle it anymore. Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly used his Taoist skills. He made a "choking" sound and two lines of white air flew out of his nose.
This thing is a breath of magical energy that he has practiced in the evil arts of the left way for many years, and used incantations and sacrifices. It is both a secret technique and a magic weapon, called the soul-dispersing technique.
Regardless of human beings or immortals, as long as the five qi and three flowers have not yet matured, nothing can stop them. Even the Yang Shen who has been practicing for thousands of years, if he accidentally falls into this technique, his seven spirits will be scattered in an instant and he will fall to the ground.
It's just that he didn't know that Lord Dezhen Yuan Shen Dao was good at predicting his actions. He had already calculated all the secrets and knew what he was doing, so he drew talismans on everyone's hands in advance.
When Chang Long saw the two white qi coming, he hurriedly followed Zhenjun's instructions, spread his palms, silently recited the secret mantra, and a breath of Dharma qi came out of his palms.
Instantly, the golden light of the cinnabar talisman in the palm disappeared. The white air was separated by two or three feet and dissipated directly after being swayed by the golden light.
Seeing that all his own abilities were defeated by him, Dianzian was panicked and did not dare to fight anymore. He hurriedly swung his pole to force Huang Tianhua away, set up a gust of wind and smoke, and was about to escape.
"Where are you going, Mr. Daoist!" Chang Long shouted loudly, turned into wind and smoke, grasped the starting point steel gun, and stabbed the escape light three or four times in a row.
"Ah..." The mad Taoist screamed, and was knocked away from the light. His figure emerged from the smoke, with holes all over his body "chichi" and blood spurting out.
This man pretended to be crazy and acted like a fool, and committed many evil deeds. How could Chang Long spare him? He just smashed the gun down from above and beat him to the point where his brains exploded and his whole body trembled several times. He was already dead and could no longer die.
Speaking of Liu Qiao and Yang Ren, it was extremely dangerous for them to face the old man chasing the wind.
Zhuifeng Sou has a deep foundation in fighting skills and knows the principle of striking first to gain the upper hand. As soon as Pu takes action, he will directly use his strongest skills.
Two inches of golden light flashed across his eyes, like flying lightning, piercing the void and striking towards Liu Qiao and Yang Ren.
These two rays of light are Zhui Fengsou's natural Taoist skills. After hundreds of years of practice, he has developed first-rate supernatural powers.
The so-called magical powers are as if they were born with them. They can wield them like arms and move swiftly without using any magic power. They have already mastered Taoist skills that are close to Taoism.
Liu Qiao and Yang Ren's Taoist cultivation was too poor. Before they could use the life-saving talisman in their palms, the two golden lights were already in front of them.
Seeing that the two of them were about to follow in the footsteps of the Taoist in blue, those two short rays of light suddenly turned around in front of their eyes and flew back towards Zhuifeng Sou himself.
"Master He Fang, you are hiding your head and showing your tail!" Zhuifeng Sou looked like he had seen a ghost. He quickly used his Taoist skills to retract two rays of light, and shouted around while holding on to the fear in his heart.
But just now, the True Monarch of Morality had long ago sent down the invisible and formless power of the soul from thousands of miles away, and used his great supernatural power to forcefully reverse the situation and block the light back.
This kind of magical power scared Zhui Fengsou to the point of trembling with fear. Knowing that Yang Ren and Yang Ren were secretly assisted by the Supreme Saint Gao Zhen, he did not dare to act recklessly and used Taoist magic to escape.
Yang Ren reacted, hurriedly opened the sword bag, pointed Moye's sword in the box toward the escaping light, and a circle of starlight flew out from the tip of the sword, about the size of a cup's mouth.
"Ah..." With a scream, Zhuifeng Sou fell from mid-air and crawled on the ground. His lower limbs and legs were neatly broken, but they were sliced off by Moye's sword.
However, Yang Ren gave up his compassion and had Yuxu's discipline, so he did not kill him. He only cut off his legs with Moye sword as punishment.
At this time, Feng Dianxian was dead over there, and Hu Nizi had just dealt with the two red-clothed Taoists. When he saw Feng Dian, one of them dead and the other crippled, he was so frightened that he turned pale with fright.
He claimed that his divine channel skills were not as good as those of the two old men, Feng Pian. How could he dare to fight again? He also set up Feng Yan and fled.
"Uncles, please don't leave Hu Nizi because he has done many evil things!" Chang Long reminded him quickly when he saw that he was about to run away.
Yang Ren didn't want to hurt anyone again, so after hearing this, he had no choice but to use Moye Sword again.
This sword has been cultivated for thousands of years by the Tao Zhenjun. It is the number one killing weapon in Ziyang Cave. It is also an extremely valuable treasure in the three realms. Ordinary great sects and immortals cannot escape, let alone a mere individual.
Hu Nizi Dunguang had already flown to the sky in the blink of an eye. He felt a strange noise behind him and hurriedly opened the Yanlan magic weapon, only to hear a "stab" sound.
That side sect treasure, which was not afraid of water, fire, swords, and guns, and had more than twenty restrictions, was directly cut into two pieces by the sword, light, magic weapon, and the leader.
"Ah..." Hu Nizi was only left with half of his body. Although the immortals were tenacious in life, they were not discouraged for a while, but they could not escape the light, and the two parts of their bodies fell from the sky.
Before he even landed, Chang Long had already thrown out a steel gun and directly strung the two parts of his body into a gourd. He was killed on the spot.
"I'm going to be this evil person. Uncle Master doesn't count as a murderer!" Chang Long Jishou said.
Seeing Yang Ren nodding with satisfaction, he stepped forward and stabbed Zhui Yunsou to death while he was still screaming.
The reason why True Monarch Qingxu Daode invited Master and Disciple Chang Long to come was not because he really wanted to support them because of their magical power, but because he wanted to teach them a special teaching that could be used to kill people.
They are from the same sect, so you can rest assured that Jiang Shang's disciples can also be trusted, and this can prevent his disciples from killing him in advance.
Master Liu Qiao and his disciples knew this very well and had discussed it before coming.
Chang Long felt that he had killed a lot of people anyway, so he would take the blame for whatever happened. Liu Qiao couldn't defeat Chang Long, so he had to let him.
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Introduction: Jin Yan woke up and found that he was in a mysterious place.
In a strange world, darkness falls, and all kinds of strange things happen at night.
As night falls, all kinds of evil spirits wander around the world.
Killing mortals everywhere, absorbing the yang energy of mortals, and feeding on the mortals.
Ordinary mortals generally have no power to resist and can only hang their necks and wait for death.
Jin Yan's predecessor was an ordinary mortal.
Not only that, Jin Yan made an unfortunate discovery after waking up.
He was about to be chosen by the village to ignite the yang energy in his body.
It became a sacrificial lantern abandoned by the village to attract evil spirits in the dark night...