The incense rose like a cloud of smoke, and the candle flame was like the breath of a serpent.

The fat Taoist's face completely sank, and his mung bean-like eyes flashed coldly.

Daomen inheritance, pay attention to one line of personal transmission, the most taboo [six ears stealing].

It's a matter of life and death.

The young man in front of him has been hiding for a long time, with ulterior motives, and has already committed a major taboo.

"Swallowing all things to make great medicine... Taoist priest, your lineage is too domineering, and you are not afraid that he will not be able to bear it?" Zhou Dao's eyes sank slightly.

There are many Taoist sects in the world, each with different techniques.

Obviously, the teacher in front of this Taoist is extraordinary, everything turns into medicine, and a little Jindan repairs ten thousand years.

Such courage is rare in the world.

Not everyone can practice this kind of magic. If the opportunity is not enough, the blessing is not deep, and disaster will befall them.

This is also one of the reasons why the fat Taoist line is not prosperous, and all those who are not hard enough have died.

"The way of practice is to go against the sky, if you don't have the courage to be brave and diligent?" The fat Taoist sneered.

"Do you really think that eating, eating and sleeping can reach my level?"

"So you are strong?" Zhou Dao said indifferently.

The origin of this Taoist priest is unknown, and he secretly taught Xuan Gong.

But Zhou Dao was not a youngster who had just started practicing.

The fat Taoist sneered when he heard the words, and looked Zhou Dao up and down.

"Little devil, it seems that you are very confident? How dare you be so fearless when you have committed a major taboo!"

The fat Taoist sneered: "In addition to my passion for food, I also like music, and there is just a little boy who plays flute in the seat. If you are willing to surrender, you can spare your life."

"Blow your mother!!" Zhou Dao shouted and stepped forward.

"Young man, I don't know how high the sky is!" The fat Taoist sneered.

With a flick of his finger, blood and energy surged, like arrows breaking through the air, and the sound of sonic booms shook the ancient cave.

This hand is as fast as electricity, cracking stone and piercing gold, even a master of the Seven Transformations of Refining Realm will give it his head.

hum...

Zhou Dao slammed out a fist, and the blood energy in his body was like a frenzy, directly shattering the blood energy.

This scene was shocking.

"The blood is really hot!?" The fat Taoist's expression changed suddenly, he couldn't believe it.

This young man in front of him has actually reached the eight transformations of the refining realm [True Blood Qi], which is the same height as him?

"How is this possible?"

The fat Taoist stood up straight, and his heart was full of anger.

Such a place?

such an age?

Blood is really hot?

Such an evildoer, I am afraid that it can be regarded as a top-notch among the Daoist sects.

rumbling...

Zhou Dao's **** was like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he came to the front, and he punched out, blood gushing out.

"Impossible...Little devil, how did you cultivate?" The fat Taoist raised his hand, his robes fluttered, blocking Zhou Dao's punches.

"filial piety!" Zhou Dao said thoughtlessly.

The voice fell, and the blood in the sky turned into a thousand palm prints and arrived.

"Sage's Mahamudra!" The fat Taoist actually recognized it.

His hair stood on end, and his eyes were about to fall out.

Sage's Mahamudra, this is an ancient Taoist mudra, the true tradition of Tantric Buddhism. It is said that if you practice to the extreme, you can wipe out the seven emotions and six desires, without thinking or thinking.

The fat Taoist priest has a wide range of knowledge, but he has only seen records in ancient books.

"Good kid, let me show you the methods of the Taoist priest." The fat Taoist priest raised his fighting spirit, trying to completely subdue the incomparably enchanting young man in front of him.

rumbling...

The blood behind him surged into the sky, roaring, and five danxia appeared unexpectedly.

"Really five layers of fire!?" Zhou Dao's heart skipped a beat.

He expected that this fat Taoist priest was very human, but he didn't expect to reach the fifth level of real fire, which was two small realms higher than him.

As soon as the fat Taoist shot, the five layers of Danxia merged into one, and his blood was soaring to the sky, and he even evolved a thousand palm prints.

The golden light is prosperous, sacred and solemn, and you can even hear the sound of chanting.

It was the sound of the roar of blood energy in the fat Taoist body, which was mysterious and abnormal, and resonated with thousands of palm prints.

Thousands of hands!

This inner magic art of war is not under Zhou Dao's "Sage Mahamudra", but it is even more fierce in the hands of the fat Daoist.

In an instant, the cave trembled.

The two figures collided.

Thousands of palm prints overlapped like waves and shadows, and the rolled up wind howled and roared, causing cracks to appear on the rock wall.

Zhou Dao felt like he was in a sea of ​​anger, his heart was pounding, and he was oppressed by a terrifying force.

Bloody riot, he took two steps back.

"Good Taoist priest!" Zhou Dao's eyes were bright.

The expert of the fifth level of blood energy is indeed above him in terms of "firepower".

Fortunately, Zhou Dao is nourished by pure Yang relics, and the gap between the two is not irreparable.

hum...

Zhou Dao's fighting spirit rose in his heart. In this town of Ping'an, it was hard for him to meet an opponent. Now that he met such a strong enemy, he naturally wanted to test his strength.

In an instant, the blood and energy gathered again, turning into red armor, covering Zhou Dao's body, only one pair of eyes were exposed to the air.

Suddenly, Zhou Dao's breath soared, and the surrounding air seemed to be burning.

"This is..." The fat Taoist's chubby body trembled suddenly, and the mung bean-like eyes were even more horrified?

The body is like a real furnace, blood is like fire, and yin and yang are reversed to refine the five elements.

"Real furnace body!?" The fat Taoist actually recognized it.

This is a lost ancient method, and he has only seen relevant records in Taoist books. ,

Transform blood into armor, build a foundation, refine the Dharma body, ward off all evils and easily subdue the devil!

"Little devil, the Daoist didn't expect that the dragon hides in the sea and the tiger returns to the mountains. This small town of Ping An actually hides a monster like you."

The fat Daoist stood up, his blood was dissolved, his body suddenly swelled, and the fat all over his body began to harden.

"The six armors return to my body, the six dings transform my body, the ten directions eliminate karmic obstacles, and fearless shocks the demons!"

Fearless Demon Body!

This method is practiced, and the body is like a guardian blessing, warding off evil spirits and demons, and the ability to subdue demons.

The fat Taoist said something in his mouth, and runes appeared on the surface of his body, such as the ancient seal of dragon and snake, which was obscure and incomprehensible.

He stepped out one step, raised his fist to kill.

Zhou Dao is fearless, and running the real furnace is also a punch.

The two figures collided, and the wind was hunting.

The flesh and blood of the fat Taoist actually blocked Zhou Dao's [True Furnace].

"Little devil, you are still too tender." The fat Taoist sneered, his elbow swept like a spear, hitting Zhou Dao's chest.

hum...

Zhou Dao grabbed the sword with his left hand and stabbed it.

The blazing wind swept across, like a rush of sword energy, and instantly burst under the elbow of the fat Taoist.

The turbulent momentum raised its head like a big dragon~lightnovelpub.net~ smashed the ground and rammed directly into Zhou Dao's chest.

Layers of ripples appeared on the real furnace, and Zhou Dao only felt that it was coming with great force, and all the internal organs seemed to be squeezed into one place.

He was knocked out of the hole by this strange force.

"Little devil, you have to practice for a few more years." The fat Daoist followed him around, and the joking voice resounded in Zhou Dao's ears.

But at this moment, Daoist Fatty's out-of-the-way vision, a little cold light flickered, making the smile on his face completely solidified.

At some point in Zhou Dao's hand, there was an extra crossbow, cast from bones, and black feathered arrows, exuding a monstrous evil spirit.

The black crossbow! ! !

"Demon weapon... brat, how dare you..." The fat Taoist's expression changed suddenly.

The voice didn't fall, only a "whoosh" sound was heard...

The mountains were terrifying, and the harsh sound shook the mountains and forests.