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

Chapter 232 I am dedicated to saving people

Yan Yijiu feels that she is lucky.

He was hit by a drought when he was young, and his family was destroyed. He followed the refugees hundreds of miles south, but was eventually rescued by a doctor who taught him basic medical skills.

Although something went wrong later and the doctor's family was accidentally killed.

But fortunately, he met Li Qinglin again and was taught martial arts. Along the way, he joined Jiwu Yulongmen and became the master of silverbait.

Now, he has broken the restraint imposed on him by visualizing the gods in "Tao Palace Divine Treasure Notes". Although his realm strength has greatly declined, it has broken the influence of Li Qinglin's method on himself.

Given time, we may be able to make further progress.

It can be said that the future is bright!

Leave Jiwuyu Longmen.

After leaving the mansion, he stepped into the moonlight, inserted the long sword into the belt at his waist, and strode away into the wind.

Look at the sky full of stars and the bright moon.

Yan Yijiu felt that the world had never been so wide.

The only thing that is regrettable is that the old monsters inside Jiwuyulongmen have different attitudes towards Li Qinglin. They all hold their own opinions and are not willing to easily provoke such a person.

Yan Yijiu's attitude towards Li Qinglin, who was once aloof and imagined gods for himself, was extremely complicated.

Awe, fear, regret...

Deep in his heart, an idea even gradually sprouted.

If one day, Li Qinglin ceases to exist, then no one will know about his messy past, and he can truly be reborn!

It would be great if Li Qinglin could die...

"Just wait and see what happens. Ancestor Qu Wangliang inside the sect will soon achieve great feats. All those who are dissatisfied with our Yulong sect will bow their heads! By then, Li Qinglin will no longer be afraid."

Before leaving the Yulong Gate, the words of Taoist Lilong were still fresh in my mind.

Yan Yijiu's eyes revealed a look of thought.

He had also vaguely heard about this Qu Wangliang. Even before, he thought it was a rumor, a strange story deliberately made up by the Yulongmen to add details.

After all, if it is true, Qu Wangliang was a figure of the same era as Wu Zu Wu Yong, and they both lived for at least six hundred years!

To grow old without dying is to be a demon.

Even with the foundation construction overhaul, his lifespan is only over 300 years old!

You, a martial artist, actually live longer than those who cultivate immortality? !

But recalling the determined expressions of Taoist Lilong and other martial arts elders, Yan Yijiu could only choose to be dubious.

Return to the courtyard and enter the practice room.

Indoors, there is a statue hanging directly opposite the door, which looks somewhat similar to Li Qinglin.

The statue held a lamp in its heart, and Yan Yijiu vaguely felt that the lamp flame was alive and peering at her.

In the past, in order to cultivate his spiritual concentration, he found someone to copy the picture according to the visualization picture in his mind.

But now, naturally it is no longer needed.

He called his servants to remove all traces of Zangshenzhu in the courtyard.

Including this statue, everything was burned to the ground.

After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction.

into the night.

"Visualize the sun and the moon shining down, refining and burning the essence into Qi, lying down at dusk, with the sun on your forehead and the moon on your navel..."

Yan Yijiu sat cross-legged on the bed and recited the mantra silently. The martial arts he was currently practicing was called "Cunsi Sun and Moon". It was the most righteous and peaceful technique, and was the most suitable for him to resume martial arts and explore his own way.

He restrained distracting thoughts, converged his consciousness, focused his attention on the center of his eyebrows, and watched the sun and moon twinkling in his mind's eyebrows.

Outside the house, a ray of water shone through the window, spilled on the windowsill, and splashed into a white spot.

The chirping of insects outside the wall, the suppressed breathing of people in the distance, the rustling of leaves on the street outside the house...

Gradually, I wonder if it is Yan Yijiu's illusion.

In the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, there were waves surging, as if something was taking root in the ground, and then reborn and sprouted. A mysterious will lifted up the center of his eyebrows again.

Yan Yijiu felt an extremely frightening feeling in her heart, and her whole body was restless. The strange and vague sound of chanting came from the loneliness and darkness around me.

She lay down next to his ear and recited it neither fast nor slow, neither urgent nor slow.

Yan Yijiu was trembling as he sat on the bed, his eyelids were beating, as if he was about to wake up at any moment.

He had a feeling that something was spying on him outside the window.

There was a man, a man whose whole body was hidden under a black robe and whose face could not be seen clearly, standing outside the courtyard and looking at him through the window.

Once this idea arises in my mind, it will ferment uncontrollably, that is Li Qinglin, his ghost is still there, he has been staring at him!

Boom!

The sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows exploded.

A visualization god who was somewhat similar to Li Qinglin came back and fell into his mind again. He stood with a cold smile on his face and his hands behind his back.

Impossible, impossible!

Why is he still there? !

Daogong hidden divine attention?

Why can't he get rid of his god? !

"Do not!!!"

Yan Yijiu screamed miserably.

……

Four or five spells were shot out, some were magic weapons and some were talismans, causing a riot of spiritual energy for miles around.

Ji Yu was injured all over his body, his face was pale, and he turned around in embarrassment. The 'Nine Turns of Evil Refining Talisman' in his hand instantly turned into dozens of cold lights, breaking through the void. The surging wind and waves seemed to have formed a narrow passage, and in the blink of an eye, he had reached silence. In front of Ze Laodao.

The extremely cold evil spirit made Jize Lao Dao feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

"Why does this kid have so many good babies?!"

Old Taoist Jize cursed secretly, and had no choice but to transform into a escaping light, retreating for more than a few miles before coughing a few times and reappearing in form.

Next to him, a monk in green robes was chasing him. A poisonous centipede as thick as a baby's arm was still squirming under his robes, stretching out its tentacles from time to time, exuding a faint fishy fragrance.

His face also looked a little ugly,

"Ji Yu is worthy of being the posthumous son of Jingyuan Daxiu. He has endless tricks. The three of us Qi Perfection Cultivators joined forces and actually killed a Taoist friend. We haven't caught him yet!"

Old Taoist Jize took out a spiritual stone, and after recovering his mana slightly, he said coldly,

"Ming Xiangdu, in the past few fights, you have been working behind the scenes. What are your intentions?"

When Ming Xiang Du Weng heard this, he laughed, touched the centipede head in his arms, and smiled proudly.

"You think I'm being timid, but actually, I'm giving this kid a big dose of medicine!"

"Look at my Wan Miao San Gong smoke, duh!"

I saw Mingxiang Duweng pointing towards the void, and a centipede screamed.

In the distance, Ji Yuben's fleeing figure froze suddenly and rolled to the ground with a 'plop'.

He only felt that the magic power in his body was not under control, and his whole body seemed to be bound by shackles, making it difficult to exert force. He could only watch the two people, Old Taoist Jize, walking towards him.

Wan Miao San Gong smoke?

Damn it, if my realm still exists, why should I be afraid of this mere poison? !

"Reincarnation and seizing the body, ending the obsession with the original body. Could it be that this is my calamity?"

Ji Yu's eyes showed unwillingness.

Just in time,

A ray of green light flew like lightning, whirring and making a harsh sound.

With a roar, the Hunyuan Pearl the size of a millstone hit Ming Xiang Du Weng's head hard.

Following the clear light of the protective body, it swayed rapidly and cracked with a sound.

Mingxiang Du Weng groaned, his vision turned black, and he fell back a few steps, feeling that his brain was about to be smashed out.

Ji Yu looked up in shock and saw a familiar figure appearing in front of him.

"Han, Han Fei Daoist?"

Li Qinglin turned around and nodded to Ji Yu, who was lying limply on the ground.

Ji Yuren was dumbfounded.

what's the situation?

Logically speaking, shouldn't I be the one who rescued Han Fei at the critical moment and put an end to that evil man's obsession?

Why am I being saved by Han Fei now?

(End of this chapter)