The giant wolf swallowed the boy and six thunder dragon colts in one bite.
Then, the huge wave turned into the appearance of a young Taoist priest again.
The Taoist priest looked around cautiously, left quickly and disappeared.
He sneaked all the way and arrived on the ground of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The young Taoist priest came to a valley.
In the valley, there was another Taoist priest. When he saw him coming back, he quickly asked: "How is the situation outside?"
The young Taoist priest replied: "The Western Zhou Dynasty was okay. It withstood Chang'an's offensive."
The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, then we can still stay here in the Western Zhou Dynasty."
The young Taoist priest nodded: "Yes."
The somewhat chubby Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's change shifts. You stay and take care of Uncle Master, and I'll go out to find something to eat and drink."
"Okay." The young Taoist priest said goodbye to the other party and came to the foot of a big tree.
Under the shade of the tree, an old Taoist priest lay, pale and unconscious.
The young Taoist priest sat under the tree roots and asked him to take a breath.
Following this breath, a young man landed on the ground and rolled several times.
He Sanyang felt dizzy.
When he came to his senses, he saw the young Taoist priest under the tree, looking at him with a smile.
"I see that you are a smart person. You should know the difference between you and me, so don't ask for trouble."
The young Taoist priest said: "I ask, you answer, I will not hurt your life."
He Sanyang stared at him for a long time and suddenly asked: "Are you the demon wolf that once wreaked havoc in the land of the old Tang Dynasty?"
The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "My Taoist name is Jingxu. If you don't satisfy me with your answers, then I will be yours from now on."
He Sanyang couldn't help but feel a chill running down his spine when he thought of the power of the devil to seize the body.
But he still said coldly: "You want to seize my body and sneak into Chang'an?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "That would be too risky."
He Sanyang snorted: "Then you want to ask me about Chang'an City? I advise you to save it, I will not do anything to betray people."
The young Taoist priest said calmly: "Because they gave you the opportunity to change your destiny? Then don't forget that you fell into my hands now because of them. If it weren't for Chang'an, you might not have died as short-lived as you did today."
He Sanyang sat cross-legged on the ground: "I can't beat you, that's why my life is short. You don't have to talk nonsense. If you want to kill me, just come and chop him into pieces."
The young Taoist priest laughed dumbly: "I don't need to kill you, and I don't need to chop you. I just need to eat your head, and I will naturally learn everything you know."
His tone was casual, but He Sanyang felt even more creepy.
However, the young man immediately retorted: "Don't lie to me. If you have such ability, why do you ask me?"
"Because you are a rare genius who practices magic, and I am a person who loves talents."
The young Taoist priest smiled: "I can teach you everything the so-called Mr. Long in Chang'an can teach you, and I won't waste your talents."
He Sanyang was not surprised that the other party knew Mr. Long's name.
The fact that each of the five gentlemen in the Sky City can bring ten servants was known to everyone in the inner city of Chang'an.
The news slowly spread, not surprising.
Nowadays, Chang'an governs the land, and even the other six dynasties, and many people know that among the leaders of Chang'an City, there are five people, Mr. Wu Yun, Mr. He, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long, and Mr. Xueying, who are less than one person and more than ten thousand people.
Mr. Long, it is easy to think of a powerful magic dragon in Chang'an City.
The young Taoist priest is also a master of the magic way. After swallowing He Sanyang in one gulp, how could he not know that the other party possesses the demon blood of the Magical Sky Dragon and practices the transformation of the magic way?
However, He Sanyang remained unmoved by his promise to the young Taoist priest.
"I understand, what you are interested in is not the news I know."
The young man looked at the young Taoist priest coldly:
"What I actually know is not much, and it may not be of value to you.
But you want me to listen to you and go back to Chang'an City to work as a spy for you.
It doesn’t matter that I didn’t know much in the past, you want me to continue to help you find out information in the future.”
The young Taoist priest looked at He Sanyang, and the smile on his face became a little thicker: "You little brat, I don't want to kill you anymore and less. Whether you believe it or not, I really want to accept you as a disciple so that I don't hide my secrets.
Cultivate with care.”
"That's not necessary."
He Sanyang said coldly: "Although I hate my master very much, I will never betray Chang'an City. What I hate most in my life is the traitor. Just kill me."
"Rebel boy..."
The young Taoist priest chuckled softly and said, "Oh? You hate that Magic Sky Dragon?
That's fine, I don't ask you to betray Chang'an, as long as you lead the Magic Sky Dragon out of Chang'an City.
You really want him to die, right? You can't do it by yourself right now, how about leaving it to me?"
"You think you're trying to trick me?"
The young man's face showed a cruelty and disdain that was inconsistent with his age: "I dare to tell you, I am not afraid of you taking advantage of me. To tell you the truth, I really want that bastard to die, but I will kill him on my own!"
He Sanyang looked at the young Taoist priest coldly: "You helped me kill him just to weaken the power of Chang'an City. As long as it is detrimental to Chang'an, I will not do it, even if I can't defeat that bastard in my life.
I won’t make it easier for you!”
The young Taoist priest was not angry, but looked calmly at the young man sitting on the ground.
He Sanyang was not afraid to look at him: "If only one of you and my master can die, I would rather it be you."
"No wonder your master accepted you as his disciple. It's a pity, it's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise you should have been my disciple."
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "Are you deliberately irritating me and seeking a quick death?"
He Sanyang was told his thoughts and he simply said calmly: "Aside from eating my head to get some information, I have no use value to you now. If you want to torture me, just come here, I
If I bow my head to you, I am not a good man!"
The young Taoist priest looked at him and suddenly laughed: "How come there is no other use value?"
When He Sanyang faced the other party's smile, an extremely ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.
The young Taoist priest smiled and raised his hand.
He stretched out his index finger, and a small blood spot oozed from the fingertip.
This scene looked familiar to He Sanyang.
This is what Mr. Long looked like when he integrated his demon blood into his body!
Sure enough, at the next moment, a line of blood flew out from the young Taoist priest's fingertips and stabbed He Sanyang.
He Sanyang quickly dodged.
He has not forgotten that Mr. Wu Yun once said that demon cultivators can only take blood from demons to condense blood seeds.
Only Mr. Long is special and can directly use his own blood to lead others into the path of magic.
If it had been anyone else, it would have just made the initiate go crazy and die.
Unfortunately, no matter how He Sanyang dodged, the bloodline still stabbed him.
Then, all this line of demon blood penetrated into his body.
He Sanyang's figure suddenly froze in mid-air, and the next moment he fell straight to the ground.
The young Taoist priest stood up and walked to He Sanyang's side.
Hearing He Sanyang suddenly let out a wild beast-like howl.
His body kept twitching on the spot.
A series of purple blood vessels protruded on the surface of his skin, undulating and twisting like a strange snake.
He Sanyang's body rolled and twitched on the ground, his hands and feet scratched the ground, and he kept screaming in pain.
The young Taoist priest looked on with cold eyes.
Seeing He Sanyang's unbearable look, he murmured to himself: "Am I wrong? Ao Kong didn't take his own blood to coagulate blood for him, but took the blood of a real Huantian Dragon?"
The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of He Sanyang's head.
He Sanyang's twitching and struggling body suddenly stopped.
But the terrifying blood vessels were still beating on the surface of his body.
The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and felt it carefully. After a moment, he opened his eyes with doubts in his eyes: "It is really Ao Kong's own blood."
He frowned and looked at He Sanyang:
"Ao Kong should have been in contact with the fairy fragments, which affected his bloodline, so why can't mine?
Or is it that the special thing is not Ao Kong and the fairy fragments, but the kid's own extraordinary talent?"
The young Taoist priest took back his hand.
But this time, He Sanyang still lay still on the ground, no longer struggling or twitching.
However, his breathing was still maintained, and the blood vessels on his face were still visible bulging and twisting.
"Take another look."
The young Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully.
His head turned into a wolf's head again, swallowed He Sanyang who seemed to be unconscious again, and then changed back to its original shape.
At this time, the fat Taoist priest came back from outside: "I thought I heard someone screaming just now. Is uncle awake?"
"No, uncle is still unconscious." The young Taoist priest said without changing his expression, "Maybe you heard wrong, senior brother."
The fat Taoist priest sighed: "Uncle, Master, it's not a good idea to keep doing this for a long time."
He handed the food to the young Taoist priest, and then tried to feed the unconscious old Taoist priest some water.
Of course, the old Taoist priest will never wake up.
The young Taoist priest sat down again, eating and thinking in his mind.
The so-called Mr. Long is definitely Ao Kong.
Mr. Wu Yun, who often appears, may not be the sworn brother and sister back then.
Many people know the origin of Mr. Blood Shadow. He was the old demon of Blood Shadow who was active for a while in the Eastern Tang Dynasty.
The so-called Mr. Zhang is said to be good at martial arts.
Boss, third, fifth, sixth, seventh and eighth are all possible.
But being so low-key and reclusive, I feel that Lao Ba is more likely.
As for Mr. He who practices Confucianism...
Will it be twelve?
The young Taoist priest narrowed his eyes.
The key is not the following five, but the most mysterious city lord who is above everyone in Chang'an.
Who could it be?
A figure seemed to flash before the young Taoist priest's eyes.
Along with it, there was a dull pain in the back of his neck.
The young Taoist priest raised his hands to cover the back of his neck, his eyes looking colder than ever before.
The fat Taoist priest happened to turn around and saw it, and couldn't help being startled: "Junior Brother Jingxu, you..."
The young Taoist priest turned to look at him.
The fat Taoist priest looked carefully and saw that the other person's eyes were calm, just like usual.
He couldn't help but rub his eyes: "Did I see it wrong..."
"What's the matter, senior brother?" Taoist Jingxu asked with a smile.
The fat Taoist priest looked at him again and shook his head quickly: "It's okay, I was dazzled just now."
After hesitating for a moment, he asked again: "Are we really going to Liyang Temple?"
Taoist Jingxu nodded: "Yes, only there is hope of curing Uncle Master's injury, and..."
His eyes flashed: "I heard that Master Gu Mu, who once gave guidance on the practice of this concept, is also there."