It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 138: Cut off the immortal bond and cover up the mist

At this moment, Taoist Liquan's face was filled with a look of shock. Looking at Li Qinglin, who was standing quietly in front of him, looking like a passerby without looking like a landscape, he felt as if his faith had collapsed.

Whoosh!
  After all, Liquan Taoist was very human. He quickly suppressed his thoughts and suddenly let out a long roar, and between his fingers, a dazzling silver light burst out.

Yuanhe sword light.

It was obtained by Liquan Taoist who spent ten years observing the sword wall and refining the sword spirit in the sword-washing pool of Yuxu Temple.

Although Liquan Taoist is not a sword cultivator, he can only simply control the Yuanhe sword light.

But even so, practitioners in the late stage of Qi training do not dare to face the power of sword light.

A strong sense of danger lingered in my heart.

The secret pattern - Divine Foot Power suddenly flashed, and Li Qinglin's body turned and moved like a breeze.

But behind him, the ray of Yuanhe sword light shot toward Li Qinglin like a tarsal maggot.

"careful!"

Wen Shoufei shouted loudly, and the spear came out like a dragon. The swirling air wave retracted and collapsed, absorbing the light of the Yuanhe sword.

Click.

But the next moment,
  But Wen Shoufei groaned, the palm of his hand was torn, the tendons and muscles were twisted, and the entire right arm was folded at a strange angle.

The big iron gun with red tassel in his hand almost let go and dropped.

Yuanhe's sword light struggled and moved wildly.

It only took a breath to completely break away from Wen Shoufei's Qi.

The move is broken.

Wen Shoufei's breath declined at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, his green hair turned into white hair.

Every time he takes a step back, he seems to grow older.

The breath was flowing wildly, and there was a tingling sensation in the muscles and veins. In an instant, a large number of blood vessels and muscles exploded, and Wen Shoufei almost turned into a bloody man!
  "This sword energy is so cunning and ruthless!"

Wen Shoufei's horrified voice came.

Li Qinglin turned around suddenly and saw Wen Shoufei was seriously injured, his eyes burst into cold light.

"Master Wen!" Li Qinglin shouted.

Wen Shoufei raised his head.

"Let's see how I control my energy!"

The voice just fell.

Li Qinglin let out a long roar, and collapse ripples visible to the naked eye clearly appeared around Li Qinglin's body.

However, this ripple appeared in an instant, and was several times or ten times stronger than the ripples transformed by Wen Shoufei! !

The energy he controls is a hundred times greater!
  An extremely depressing and terrifying aura appeared.

From the flat land, a hurricane rises.

Li Qinglin was the eye of the wind, and the clouds and mist rolled in at the wave of his hand, and the wind and dust were billowing, which could be clearly seen dozens of miles away.

Even the city walls were shaking faintly.

Yuanhe's sword light screamed sadly, and the sword's intention suddenly dissipated under the waves of air.

With a hiss, it slipped back into Liquan Taoist's sleeve.

A huge suction force came, and Taoist Liquan looked at the hurricane in front of him, and Li Qinglin's figure that looked like the god of wind, a little confused.

"You call this a spiritual warrior?"

When did these warriors master such great power?

He actually started to leverage the power of heaven and earth and lend it the power of heaven!

Even if the ‘Dharma Ribbon’ of the Foundation Establishment and Overhaul is used with all its strength, it’s nothing more than that, right?
  Did these ignorant warriors really find a new path?
  Liquan Taoist people are extremely solemn in their hearts.

Not far away, the seriously injured Wen Shoufei held on to the official road stakes and even got iron chains to tie himself up, so that he could barely resist the suction force.

He stared blankly at Li Qinglin's figure exuding an unparalleled terrifying aura, and the airflow that was far beyond Wen Shoufei's imagination.

"This is mine, Wulao Qingxinming?"

"Control Qi? I haven't even learned it myself, how could Li Qinglin... master it?"

Wen Shoufei felt like he was in a dream.

He had expected that Li Qinglin might take over his mantle in the future and follow the path he had trodden, and go deeper step by step.

But, that was also decades later.

But, now?
  Wen Shoufei suddenly felt like he had to submit to his old age.

He persisted for many years, spent all his efforts, and endured unspeakable pressure to accomplish what he wanted to accomplish.

But in front of Li Qinglin, it seemed to be just a small depression.

As long as time goes by, it can be solved casually.

"Perhaps he can really go that far."

Wen Shoufei thought silently.

……

"No!"

"No!"

"No!"

Thousands of air waves were in front of him, spinning fiercely, as if they were ravaging the sky to pieces. Liquan Taoist used talismans and spells like crazy, but all of them were shattered by the strong air flow.

Liquan Taoist only felt that his ears were filled with thousands of broken sounds. Li Qinglin could not be seen at all, and he did not know how to counterattack.

In just a blink of an eye, Liquan Taoist's body was cut and strangled until he was dripping with blood. His white bones were clearly visible, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

"Am I going to die?"

"He actually died in the hands of a warrior."

Taoist Liquan's consciousness became blurred, and he felt a little regretful.

His life flashed rapidly through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Both parents are monks of the Yuxu Sect, and they are truly the second generation of immortals.

He was young and proud, with middle-grade spiritual roots. Unfortunately, his parents died in the Tribulation Domain when they went out for training.

Without support, he had to accept the sect's tasks, killing monsters, mining, and walking with swords.

Make acquaintance with three or five Taoist friends, they are in their prime, discuss Taoism and play the piano, and go to secret places together. Some of them turn against each other and fight with each other, and some of them drift away and are just passers-by from now on...

He taught on behalf of his teacher, gave guidance to his younger sisters and younger brothers, but in the end, they had to fight each other because of their different ideas...

More than a hundred years of experience have finally come to an end.

"Asking for disaster, asking for disaster, where is my disaster..."

It was like a darkness gradually swallowing up Liquan Taoist's vision.

But it was at this time that I felt as blessed as my soul.

A mysterious light suddenly shone in his mind.

Somewhere in the dark, a piece of information came to mind——

[Knowing the destiny: When will a cultivator know the destiny? Life and death in the morning and evening, how could one know Hui Shuo? Before your lifespan is over and your life is gone, you cannot build a foundation. When your lifespan is over and your life is gone, you can turn your body into a boat and cross the disaster.]

This is?

Know destiny?
  At the end of life, or at the moment when the body dies and the Tao disappears, is it the time to transcend the tribulation? !
  The Liquan Taoist was greatly shocked.

He has been begging for disaster for decades, but has gained nothing, and he has no signs of disaster.

"It turns out that my calamity depends on myself. As long as I sit and die in the cave, I can naturally overcome the calamity.

Then why am I spending my family property to seek disasters?

It's ridiculous and ridiculous. "

Liquan Taoist people felt unspeakable sadness.

But the next moment, a healthy breath emerged from the remains.

He roared loudly,
  "Misfortunes keep coming, but today you know I am who I am!"

"I am the foundation builder!"

Boom! !
  Liquan Taoist's aura was like a sharp sword, piercing through the air waves around him.

Three rays of golden light shone in the Liquan Taoist's Dantian, shining golden light for miles around.

"No, he's about to break through!"

Wen Shoufei's face changed drastically when he saw this, he tore off the iron lock and rushed towards him.

Liu Rongyue's eyes showed determination, and she was about to use the method of inducing calamity, but she felt a force of force coming towards her, and she was instantly thrown hundreds of feet away.

Liquan Taoist's face was neither sad nor happy. He sat cross-legged and his whole body was covered with glow.

He watched quietly as Li Qinglin strode with a knife and chopped into pieces the threatening figure.

His eyes were sarcastic.

Although the spiritual energy here is thin, it is not a good place for foundation building.

But fortunately, he was prepared.

Liquan Taoist patted the storage bag, and eight broken dharma disks fell down, forming eight golden locks.

This formation was broken by Wen Shoufei just now. Although most of it was damaged, it was more than enough time to buy himself more than ten breaths.

Hundreds of low-grade spiritual stones appeared, instantly shattering into a majestic tidal wave of spiritual rain.

The spirit gathering array fell, locking the spirit energy.

He thought for a while, took out several spiritual plants and planted them, holding two middle-grade spiritual stones in his hands.

"When I break through, you will die!"

Taoist Liquan gave Li Qinglin and others a hard look.

Immediately absorb spiritual energy, compress the gaseous mana in the body, and turn it into solid spiritual crystals. Li Qinglin’s eyes were profound.

And in the majestic spiritual rain, a strand of spiritual energy floated like a hair.

As soon as he entered the acupuncture point, he felt as if he had become conscious.

Before Liquan Taoist could refine it, it was frantically drilling through his meridians and dantian!
  The spiritual energy dispersed, and there was even a faint evil spirit.

"not good!"

Liquan Taoist snorted and his expression changed drastically.

If it snowballs.

The spiritual energy in his body that he could barely control began to trample and collide in his body like wild horses running wild.

Every inch of his muscles and veins were shattered, every acupuncture point collapsed, and a heartbreaking pain came from his Dantian.

Boom! !
  It's just at your fingertips.

In the eight-door golden lock formation on the outside, a figure exuding a terrifying aura came with control of the energy and tore apart the formation.

The light of the sword, cut it off!

Taoist Liquan's eyes suddenly opened wide, with a look of horror still in his eyes.

But after breaking through the situation and suffering the backlash, he became possessed and lost control of his magic power. He could only watch helplessly as the knife struck him.

pat!

His head exploded like a big watermelon.

The red and white ones fell to the ground.

The spiritual energy turned into rain, sprinkling down.

Large stamens of plants and flowers sprouted from the ground in the blink of an eye, and they were fragrant.

Even the broken city walls are covered with vines.

After a few breaths,

An invisible ghost floated out from the remains of Liquan Taoist.

His face was dull and stiff, and he didn't have much consciousness.

It just instinctively drifts in a certain direction.

Li Qinglin glanced at him, and his energy and blood spurted out. With a silent scream, the ghost was shattered to pieces.

Only the severed head and body were left in place, and the gurgling blood almost condensed into a pool.

The hurricanes caused by the wind are getting bigger and bigger,
  Li Qinglin controlled the energy, blood and soul, and his bones groaned, and then he struggled to stop the growing whirlwind.

The wind died down, but this spiritual rain followed the wind and filled the whole city.

Wen Shoufei and Liu Rongyue looked at this scene blankly.

The cold rain of spirit slapped his face.

Wen Shoufei suddenly laughed and stood with his spear in hand.

Liu Rongyue walked step by step to the headless body of Liquan Taoist, appearing to be crying and laughing at the same time.

"Brother Wen, I'll be here soon..."

Jia Xian's figure swept over the official road.

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw the body of Liquan Taoist.

He couldn't believe it: "This demon is dead, Brother Wen, but you killed him?"

Yu Yuan followed closely behind, his heart skipping a beat when he saw this, and his eyes suddenly focused on Li Qinglin.

"This aura, nourishing the mind? Or is it the second level, observing others?"

Yu Yuan recognized Li Qinglin. After all, for the Yangshen martial artist, his soul was so strong that he had almost a photographic memory.

Not to mention that some time ago, Li Qinglin's incident of beheading an imperial official caused a great uproar.

The emotions in his heart were extremely complicated, including shock, regret...

"A spiritual warrior under twenty? If my palace had retained him that day, I would have even accepted him as a disciple..."

It's a pity that time can't be turned back, and Yu Yuan's various regrets can only turn into sighs.

It was clear that Li Qinglin was in jail, but now he appeared here.

Everyone had a tacit understanding and didn't ask any more questions.

It seems that the two masters secretly sent a message and agreed to join hands to kill the immortal.

The clatter of horse hooves came.

Dozens more figures came galloping over.

As soon as they approached the city gate, they saw the cold body of Liquan Taoist. They seemed to be hallucinating and looked at Wen Shoufei and Li Qinglin.

Inquiry, doubt, shock, suspicion...

Everyone had different expressions.

Li Qinglin's expression remained unchanged, his torn wounds were dripping with blood, he limped up to Wen Shoufei, held his hands in his hands and said,
  "Master Wen's method of controlling Qi is really powerful!"

Wen Shoufei was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a flame igniting dry wood.

The rosacea warrior came over, admiring and envious,

"The way created by Brother Wen is indeed extraordinary. Is it called controlling Qi when it is so powerful? I wonder if Brother Wen can teach me how to practice?"

Jia Xian also reacted and said with a little awe,

"Brother Wen, do you have the idea of ​​​​moving to the inner city and opening a branch in the inner city? If Brother Wen is willing, I am willing to take care of everything."

Jia Xian then looked at Li Qinglin with fiery eyes.

A spiritual warrior who is less than twenty years old is too far-fetched.

He is even more convinced that he heard Shou Fei Wu Lao Qing's inscription in his heart and participated in the miracle of creation. He has deduced the creation to the third level of martial arts.

How come such magical secrets don’t make people salivate!
  Yu Yuan looked away from Li Qinglin and sighed,
  "Brother Wen is very happy to have found such a good disciple. Today, when the masters join forces to kill the demon, they will be exiled for hundreds of generations and written down in the county annals."

The crowd suddenly surged.

There are those who look at the corpse of Liquan Taoist, there are those who experience the rain of spiritual energy, there are those who look horrified when faced with the remaining swirling airflow...

Wen Shoufei, surrounded by the crowd, was speechless and opened his mouth to say something.

His Five Lao Qing Xin Ming, how powerful it is, but how many disadvantages it has.

He still doesn't know?
  What’s great is not the moves and techniques, but the people!
  but……

He looked at Li Qinglin's figure walking silently into the city gate with his back to everyone, and he vaguely understood something.

There was a hidden smile in his eyes, which he no longer revealed.

……

"Quick, quick! Go to Ximen quickly. The immortal from Shuihengliu Taoist Temple is dead, and his body is outside the city gate!"

"Did it rain just now? It was such a pleasant rain."

"Strange, how come my headache is cured and no longer hurts?"

"Brother!! That demon is dead, it's time for you to be a cicada!"

Against the flow of people, the streets were bustling with people rushing out of the city gate.

Some people cried bitterly, knelt down on the ground, and thanked the sky.

Some people also want to see the true appearance of immortals with their own eyes.

Many people even asked how the immortal died and who killed the immortal.

Li Qinglin walked to a noodle stall on the edge of an alley.

The noodle seller is an old man who is over fifty years old, and the noodle soup is steaming.

"Three liang of spicy noodles."

Li Qinglin took off the Baishou knife and placed it at his feet.

"Okay!"

The stall owner looked at the blood stains on Li Qinglin's clothes, shook his head, and pulled the dough with crisp movements.

While cooking noodles, he looked at the hurried passers-by on the street.

Suddenly I remembered that Li Qinglin was coming from the direction of Ximen, so I asked,
  "Little brother, can you see what that immortal looks like? Does he have magical powers with three heads and six arms? How did he die?"

Li Qinglin wiped the blood on himself and replied casually,

"One head, two hands, killed."

Faced with such nonsense, the stall owner remained silent for a moment.

However, seeing Li Qinglin's injured appearance, he still felt a little more embarrassed.

Then he placed the noodle bowl in front of Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin took the chopsticks and picked up the noodles.

The noodles coated in soup slid into the stomach, and the taste spread in the mouth.

Li Qinglin felt a little emotional, this dish is good, but you can't eat it in prison.

The stall owner stood next to Li Qinglin and said in a faint tone,
  "Now, I can finally live a stable life. Seeking immortality, I don't see the smiles of the new people, I only hear the suffering of the old people, and there are so many people dying that there are fewer people eating noodles!"

Eating noodles, Li Qinglin felt a rare sense of comfort in his heart, and he felt less worried.

Hearing this at this moment, he nodded with deep sympathy,

"What my father-in-law said is absolutely true. In my opinion, seeking immortality is not as good as eating noodles. The taste of noodles is as good as the sun and the moon. Anyone who refuses to let me eat noodles, even if he is an immortal, is just a traitor and I will kill him." Of!"

So loud?
  Hearing this, the stall owner glanced at Li Qinglin.

That man was still covered in injuries, and his blood was even stained on the seat.

But after all, we are parents who have food and clothing, so the stall owner could only smile and nod.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes."

(End of this chapter)