Ten Tailed Fox

Chapter 73 Western Regions, Holy Lord

"Hey, uncle is talking to you, is your kid dumb or deaf?"

Yuan Qunshan yelled angrily at the man in the golden robe in front of him.

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Jialoutian was still silent and didn't pay attention to Yuan Qunshan at all.

"Brat, how dare you ignore me!"

Seeing that Jialoutian didn't care about his intentions at all, Yuan Qunshan suddenly felt insulted.

He is the big brother of Tuyu College, and has anyone dared to treat him like this?
"Give me death!"

Without saying a word, Yuan Qunshan shouted angrily and headed towards Jialoutian.

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As if feeling something, Jialoutian looked at Yuan Qunshan who was coming towards him, his expression was still calm without any waves.

Western Regions.

A stone table is full of black and white chess pieces.

The two players playing chess are an old monk wearing a golden cassock and an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.

"Amitabha."

I saw the old monk put his hands together and said a Buddhist word.

"Okay, don't talk about Amitabha all day long, I'm tired of hearing it."

The old Taoist took a sip from his teacup and said.

"I heard that there is a turmoil in the Demon Cult."

Putting down the chess pieces in his hand, the old monk said to the old Taoist priest.

"I've heard that too, hehe, this Yun Zhongyi has planned a good show."

The old Taoist smiled and said.

The incident of the Demon Cult's turmoil has spread widely, and many people are paying attention to the Demon Cult's movements.

And the old Taoist seemed to know something, he was very sure that this was a play.

"Are you so sure it's acting?"

The old monk frowned slightly.

In fact, he had doubts too, but only doubts, not sure yet.

"Originally, I wasn't sure, but after we played a scene with the Holy Master, I'm sure."

said the old priest.

"What do you mean?"

The old monk's expression changed slightly.

"The Devil's Cult suddenly went into turmoil, and the Holy Master asked us to release false news that he is about to die. Haven't you thought about whether there is any connection between the two?"

The old Taoist said with deep meaning.

"Do you know why?"

The old monk looked surprised.

"Of course I don't know why the Holy Master wants us to release this news. You and I have no right to ask."

The old Taoist said lightly.

"Oh, so is the Holy Master. It's not good to fake any news, but you actually want to fake the news that you want to die."

The old monk smiled helplessly.

"No, Holy Master, he has really reached his limit."

The old Taoist shook his head and said.

"what?!"

The old monk's complexion changed drastically.

"You mean the Lord is real."

The old monk's eyes widened, full of disbelief.

The Holy Master is really about to die?

Isn't this fake news?
"Why didn't you tell me about such a big thing!"

The old monk immediately questioned the old Taoist A Sheng angrily.

"Don't worry, listen to me first."

Seeing the old monk's appearance, the old Taoist shook his head helplessly.

"I also went to see it a few days ago and found out that the old Holy Master's aura is extremely weak, and he is already old, and has reached the point where the oil is exhausted."

The more the old Taoist said, the more ugly the old monk's face became.

"but."

The old Taoist changed the subject, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"The old Holy Master has found a way to continue to live."

"Oh? How?"

The old monk was startled for a moment.

"There are countless strange spells in this world. From ancient times to the present, they are innumerable, but if we say that the most miraculous and wonderful ones belong to the supreme thirteen divine spells."

Speaking of this, the corner of the old Taoist's mouth curled up.

"The thirteen magic spells are thirteen magical spells with infinite power that make people unimaginable. Each of them has amazing magical power."

"Okay, there's no need to talk nonsense, let's talk about something important."

The old monk interrupted him impatiently.

"Hehe, look at your scheming, fortunately you are still a monk."

The old Taoist shook his head and smiled, and then his smile gradually faded.

"In addition, there is a divine art called 'Rejuvenation is Immortal', which is a very peculiar magical art among the thirteen magical arts."

"Thirteen divine arts, immortal rejuvenation?"

The old monk frowned slightly.

"Rejuvenation is immortal. Old people who are about to die can return to a young state after practicing, and regain a new life, but at the same time, all their cultivation will disappear, and they have to practice from scratch."

The old Taoist explained.

Rejuvenation is immortal, and people who are dying of old age can return to their youthful state!
"There is such a magical magic!"

The old monk suddenly sighed in surprise.

"Wait, you mean."

The old monk thought of something, and suddenly looked at the old Taoist priest.

"That's right, Holy Master, at the last moment of his life, he actually realized one of the thirteen magical arts, the immortality of rejuvenation."

The old Taoist stroked his beard and said with bright eyes.

Each of the thirteen divine arts has unimaginable power. If you can comprehend one of them, that would be a great opportunity.

"That means the Holy Master is still alive!"

The old monk said with great joy.

"Well, with the immortal rejuvenation, it is difficult for the Holy Master to die, but although the Holy Master survived and became younger, his cultivation is gone, and he has to practice from scratch."

The old Taoist sighed.

Although the thirteen magical arts are against the sky, they are not omnipotent. For example, the immortality of spring, although it makes you young again, but at the same time, your cultivation base is also exhausted. In the end, you still have to re-cultivate.

"It's nothing. The Holy Master is a peak power. It's not difficult to rebuild and return to the peak."

The old monk said.

Once you have practiced once, it will naturally become much easier to practice again.

"Well, rebuild it once, maybe the Holy Master will break through the limit, and maybe he will become a fairy."

The old monk said with some expectation.

"Becoming an immortal is not that simple. Back then, even the empress of the East Sea Monster Clan died under the Dao of Heaven, and Bai Qianmie almost fell under the Dao of Heaven. It shows how difficult it is to become an immortal."

The old Taoist shook his head and sighed.

"Even if you can't become a fairy, it's not difficult for the holy master to reach the same level as before."

The old monk said.

"That's right. After all, with experience, it's only a matter of time before the Holy Master reaches the same level as before, and the time will be greatly shortened. Once the Holy Master recovers, then we in the Western Regions don't need to worry about turmoil. After all, if If the news of the loss of the Holy Master's cultivation is spread, I am afraid that many people will secretly attack the Holy Master."

The old Taoist said worriedly.

"It's no wonder the Holy Spirit wants us to release the news that he is about to die. It turned out to be to cover up the fact that he used the magic of rejuvenation."

The old monk nodded suddenly.

Although the news of the death of the Holy Lord of the Western Regions will definitely cause a lot of turmoil, if everyone thinks that he is dead, then he himself will not be threatened. After all, who would have thought that the Holy Lord of the Western Regions would become younger and rebuild? ?
(End of this chapter)