Before the old monk tested Milo's foundation, Miluo, who relied on the jade tablet, sensed the moonlight, and condensed the Yin God, also returned with power and broke through the memory blockade brought about by the Emperor of Heaven's calamity.
Before the Taoist took action, he sensed an evil aura approaching him from the west.
The spiritual sense in the dark is also constantly warning, indicating that the other party is coming towards you.
'Half an hour ago, I really couldn't do anything to you, but now that I have regained my power, how can I be afraid of a warlock?'
Milo looked at the source of the red energy in the west. Through the moonlight perception, he could see that the other party's aura was mixed, but it was just barely integrated into one. It was obvious that there was no fundamental method to operate as the center, and he was a first-rate warlock.
With a thought, a ray of moonlight flew out and headed towards the west.
The pure moonlight condenses into the shadow of the gods in the void, blocking the red air coming from the west outside the city.
Inside the red aura was an evil cultivator wearing a long robe, with a big head and a small body, his head was like a skeleton, and he looked half like a human and half like a ghost.
As soon as he appeared, he swallowed saliva at Milo: "What a Yin God condensed with pure moonlight. If you refine my treasure, I will definitely be able to make it a step further."
As he said that, Xie Xiu flicked his sleeves. If Milo had done this action, he would have done it in a graceful manner.
But this evil cultivator's appearance is not good enough. With his thin body and wide robe, he looks like a child sneaking through an adult. He is more funny than handsome.
Coupled with the terrifying appearance, it makes people frown even more.
But this man's appearance is not good, but his methods are not bad.
A black light flew out of the long sleeves, suspended in mid-air and swayed slightly, revealing a dark leather pocket inside.
With the mouth of the bag facing down, streams of black air were exhaled, and bone-white balls the size of longan were wrapped inside.
Watching the ball expand continuously in the black air, turning into white skeletons with a metallic texture, filled with obscure runes, and with a burning green light in the hollow eye sockets.
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Milo, who noticed the Taoist's movements and was ready to wait, looked slightly cold, and strands of moonlight gathered in the palm of his hand, preparing to kill the opponent.
"Be careful, that's a skeleton demon, and it's best at devouring spirits! Don't confront it head-on!"
On the way, the Taoist also noticed that the red energy was blocked by a ray of moonlight. He sensed it carefully and discovered that it might be Milo's Yin Shen. He was so frightened that he hurried over. On the way, all thoughts of how to make a handsome appearance were thrown out of the sky.
While shouting, he released a ray of clear light and blocked the skeleton demon in front.
"Even a mere aura wants to stop my baby. It's simply wishful thinking!"
The evil cultivator only thought it was funny when he saw Qing Guang. Although the skeleton demon he sacrificed was not difficult and the materials required were not precious, it was very common among heretics.
But it is precisely because it is common that evil cultivators don't care about the consumption at all when they try it.
This batch of skeleton demons was caused by him who caused many murders. He took the blood of many people, mixed them with their souls, and refined them. The green fire in the eye sockets is the product of the combination of blood and sorcery. It is the best at corroding.
Practitioners can protect themselves with magical power and clear light.
The evil cultivator opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of black air, stimulating the green fire inside the skeleton demon. A stream of evil fire was spit out from the open mouth of the skeleton. The extremely fishy breath spread out. While polluting the vitality, it also made the evil fire burn faster.
Dissolve, turn into streamers and disperse.
Then fifteen skeleton demons rolled up black energy and flew into the flames, trying to devour Milo.
During this period, six more skeleton demons flew out and blocked the Taoist.
"Get out of my way!"
The Taoist was furious, and flicked his long sleeves. In the clear light, two sword lights flew out, twisting up and down, smashing the skeleton demon into pieces. Then he wanted to save Milo, but he saw the moonlight like flowing water coming from the flames.
It flowed out, wrapped in a dozen skeleton demons, shrank inward, and turned them into balls, surrounding Milo.
He didn't even look at the evil cultivator, but just stared at the broken skeleton monsters. The moonlight hung down and rolled up the fragments one by one, evolving into blossoming osmanthus flowers to protect the remaining souls inside.
The evil cultivator knew something was wrong when Milo broke through the skeleton demon, and wanted to escape, but was locked by the surrounding moonlight, like an insect in amber, unable to move, and strands of cold air flowed into his seven orifices.
His body, his flesh, blood and internal organs were frozen inch by inch, making him feel the fact that he was dying bit by bit, but he could not stop it.
At this time, the old monk also came with a lotus. He looked at Milo and blinked, as if he couldn't believe it. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, then opened his eyes again and found that Milo was still like the moon god.
His posture could not help but fall with some emotion, and he started to communicate with the fellow Taoists.
When the evil cultivator turned into withered ice, the Taoist stepped forward and spoke to Milo: "May I ask if the venerable god is the Immortal in the Moon Palace?"
"Now it's just Miluo in the mortal world, how can it be the immortal in the Moon Palace?"
Milo's answer made the Taoist stunned, and he slowly said: "Since Xianzhen has recovered his memory, you should know that the world's fate is just a test between humans and demons. Only by breaking it off can you achieve success in practice. If you are addicted to human relationships, you will be nostalgic.
A lifetime of kinship is the real regret."
"Interestingly, the "Shang Jing [Prevention] Dafa" says: 'There are all those who practice demons. They may live in the mountains or enter the house, write talismans and practice them in steps, and then use a single thought to act differently, or they will be
Words of friendship are filthy and smelly, chickens and dogs, pregnant women, teachers, monks, and nuns are in conflict with each other in the altar, so that the Dharma, body, and thoughts are confused, and the talismans and water are not supposed to work, and the formulas are not effective. These are all tried by humans and demons."
Milo slowly opened the wine, looked at the Taoist and said softly: "It only says that the Dharma body is confused and the thoughts are not correct. The talisman water should not be used and the magic formula is not effective. How can it be said that the common fate in the world is just a test of humans and demons? As far as I am concerned
, if for the sake of so-called cultivation, giving up one's own responsibilities and one's own identity will lead to unhealthy thinking, then why forcefully break the fate?"
"Can……"
The Taoist seemed to still want to persuade, but Milo interrupted: "Let me ask, Taoist Master, you are successful in practice, and you probably have a sect as a disciple. If someone tells you that if you give up your family, you can hope to achieve Taoism and become an immortal, what should you do?
Or shouldn’t?”
"Of course it's not..."
Before he finished speaking, the Taoist understood what Milo meant, bowed and apologized: "The Taoist made a mistake, thank you Xianzhen for your guidance."
Seeing this, Milo turned to look at the monk beside him, pointed at the skeleton monsters and said: "Monk, look at your appearance, your practice method is as pure and clear as glass, I wonder if you are interested in doing a good deed and saving the world.
These dead souls?"
"God, are you willing to give this merit to me?"
The old monk was a little surprised and looked at Milo with astonishment in his eyes.
"What's the reluctance? I want to stay in the human world, so naturally I can't carry magical powers, but these dead souls need a long time to reincarnate. Since I can't do that, why should I hold them in my hands?"