The person who calls himself Taoist Yu is a Taoist priest wearing a tattered Taoist robe, grinning with big yellow teeth, and holding a bald whisk in his hand.
He tossed his bald whisk into the void with one hand, bowed his head, and saluted Chen Zhiyu.
"Dare you ask what my friend just said about your destiny?"
Chen Zhiyu held the True Yang Sword and looked at the Taoist priest who called himself Taoist Yu with a wary expression.
Chen Zhiyao, who had been knocked several feet away by the armored crocodile before, suppressed his physical discomfort and staggered to Chen Zhiyu's side.
Chen Zhihua also opened his eyes and walked over with Jin Yaojian in his hand.
His condition is much better than Chen Zhiyao, but he is just in a state of collapse after forcibly casting a third-level spell and running out of mana!
The three people gathered together back to back, all with solemn expressions on their faces, obviously full of fear of Taoist Yu in front of them.
This Taoist priest looked like he was dressed in rags and was not particular about anything, and he didn't have the slightest bit of celestial spirit.
But you must know that almost no one who cultivates immortality is so ugly, because as the monks continue to absorb spiritual power, cleanse their muscles and bones, and remove impurities, although it cannot be said that everyone is as beautiful as Pan An, who is as beautiful as jade, they are basically older.
Some of the monks are very normal-looking, or rather handsome.
But the Taoist priest in front of me was very unique in appearance.
Moreover, Chen Zhiyu and the others felt a strong sense of oppression from him. There was only one possibility. The person in front of them had a higher level of cultivation than the three of them.
The three of them are all monks in the late stage of Qi training, and among them Chen Zhihua is a monk who has half-stepped into the ninth level of Qi training. There are only two possibilities for not being able to sense the other's cultivation level.
One possibility is that this person can use advanced magic to hide his cultivation level and deliberately hides his own cultivation level; the other possibility is that this person's cultivation level is higher than the three of them.
Regardless of the above situation, it is very unfavorable for Chen Zhiyu and the others.
The three of them had just gone through a fierce battle and basically didn't have much fighting strength left. At this time, a Taoist Yu appeared and said that this armored crocodile was destined to him, which was a disaster for them rather than a blessing!
"Pindao doesn't mean anything. It means that this armored crocodile is destined to be Pindao. I wonder if we are willing to part ways with each other?"
"It's a joke. The three of us have worked so hard to hunt the monster beast. Why do we have to give it to you just because you say we are destined?"
Chen Zhihua said with a gloomy face.
"Why, just with Pindao's whisk and his cultivation!"
As the remaining Taoist said this, a flash of inspiration flashed from the whisk in his hand, and his tattered Taoist robes also fluttered in the wind. The aura on his body was so great that he pressed against Chen Zhiyu and the others.
"This is the pressure of the ninth level of Qi training, and this is not even the first time for a monk to enter the ninth level of Qi training!"
Chen Zhiyu felt the pressure of the old man, and his heart fell into an ice hole.
The aura released by this old Taoist is only half a point weaker than the second uncle who has never established a foundation. If there is no accident today, all three of them may be buried here.
"If you are wise today, you can keep this armored crocodile. If I am in a good mood, I will let you live!"
The remaining Taoist said with a vulgar expression.
"We are members of the Chen family in Jiuhua Mountain. How dare you, an old man like you, commit robbery?"
Chen Zhiyu said angrily, looking very much like a fledgling young monk.
"Chen family, you actually used the Chen family to scare me. I'm afraid you, a young master, have never left the family gate!"
The remaining Taoist's pupils shrank first, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, and then he looked up to the sky and laughed three times.
Of course, Chen Zhiyu is not a young boy who just left home, and he also knows that for these casual monks, monks from a family background are the most "delicious" fat sheep.
But now there is no other way. We can only let the veteran relax his vigilance and delay for a while to see if there can be any change.
Since the beginning of his cultivation, the great elder Chen Yuhong has taught them not to make fearless sacrifices but to do everything possible to survive.
Chen Zhiyu still has to build a foundation, find her mother who left home, revitalize the family, and help her sister build a foundation...
He still has a lot of unfinished things, he can't die like this, even if there is only a glimmer of a chance, he will not admit defeat and die.
The old man said nicely that he would let them go after leaving the armored crocodile, but anyone with a discerning eye would know that after getting the armored crocodile, this old man would definitely eradicate it.
What he said now was just to make them give up obediently and reduce his losses!
What Chen Zhiyu understood, Chen Zhihua and Chen Zhiyao on the side naturally also understood. They had a tacit understanding and formed a circle to guard against attacks that might come at any time.
"Well, since you are so stubborn, I can only send a few of you to see the Lord of Hell!"
As he said this, the old man shook his head, looking like it was a pity that he would not listen to the advice.
When Chen Zhiyu and the others saw the expressions on the old Taoist's face, it was obvious that they were no longer ready to talk to them any more. They looked at each other and took the lead decisively.
Chen Zhiyu held the True Yang Sword and swung it at Lao Dao. Countless fireballs rose up in the wind and shot towards Lao Dao.
"Little tricks!"
The old Taoist sneered and waved the bald whisk in his hand into the air, and the fireballs dissipated.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Zhiyu's seventh brother Chen Zhiyao called out the Shanhe Seal, and saw that the Shanhe Seal continued to grow in size, and finally turned into a hill-like shape and was thrown towards Lao Dao.
Lao Dao waved his fly whisk again, and a golden halo formed around it. Chen Zhiyao's Mountain and River Seal was firmly blocked from the outside, and could not get close to Lao Dao.
Then the old hands flashed with spiritual light, and countless golden haloes came towards the three of them. Chen Zhiyao hurriedly called back the Mountain and River Seal to stop them.
Chen Zhiyao had been seriously injured while hunting the armored crocodile before. Fortunately, he was strong and had practiced physical training, so he could barely move.
Now that he has used his magic power one after another, he has reached the end of his strength. How can he withstand this attack from these remaining Taoists?
As expected, there was a loud "rumbling" sound, and Chen Zhiyao was blown away again.
Chen Zhihua and Chen Zhiyu were busy taking care of themselves, but they couldn't help Chen Zhiyao.
Chen Zhiyu patted the spirit beast bag on his waist, and a purple-gold bird flew out. It was the Thunder Cloud Eagle that Chen Zhiyu had been raising.
In the previous battle, because the Thunder Cloud Eagle could not help much, Chen Zhiyu did not release it.
Now that it was at a critical juncture, Chen Zhiyu had no choice but to release it to save the situation.
After the Thunder Cloud Eagle was released, he immediately followed the director's instructions and quickly flew in the direction of Chen Zhiyao. He spit out a stream of purple-gold sharp arrows from his mouth, blocking the golden halo and protecting Chen Zhiyao, who was seriously injured and about to fall into coma.
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"Zizi, I didn't expect you to have flying spiritual birds. It seems that I, the rest of the Taoists, are lucky!"