I am already immortal, why should I ascend to become an immortal?

Chapter 179 Five ghosts jump out, this old Taoist priest has some skills

The Three True Fires that could melt iron and copper were grabbed in the palm of the hand the moment the dark, withered hand stretched out from the qingtan tree.

The flames attached to the black hands, not to mention burning the skin and flesh and sizzling with oil.

Even the bone bracelet could not be burned.

Jin Chan, who was holding the Qingtan, didn't react much, but the old Taoist priest on the other side almost popped his eyes out.

"This, this is impossible!"

The old Taoist priest was stunned. This was the Three Flavors True Fire stolen from the orthodox Taoism. It was the fire from Baiyujing!

How could such a treasure of immortality be played with in the hands of such a strange thing!
After watching Black Hand rub the Three Flames into a fireball and getting tired of playing with it, he threw it directly into the sandalwood and swallowed it.

The old Taoist priest subconsciously took a step back.

But then the old Taoist continued to fiddle with the candles, and in the distance he saw the White Jade Palace painted by the Three Flames, with its thirty-three pavilions and countless immortals, all swarming towards the Golden Cicada.

This time, the raging flames were twice as big as those in Duyi County.

The whole sky was filled with a sea of ​​fire.

The colorful Three Flames True Fire fell from the sky like a three thousand foot waterfall.

the other side.

After Jin Chan slapped Qing Tan again, he bent his black hand's five fingers and scratched the side of Tan innocently, as funny as a child scratching his head after being hit.

However, although Qingtan was submissive to Jinchan, he attacked the old Taoist's Three Flavors True Fire with great force.

Faced with this fire that could devour everything, Tan Nei's black hand suddenly stretched out.

Before the flames fell, he took the initiative to greet them.

Qingtan's black hand was like a wolf entering a sheepfold at this moment. With one punch, he could smash the white jade pavilion of the thirty-three heavens, and with one hand, he could crush the group of hideous-looking immortals.

The big black-toothed mouth that opened in the palm of his hand sucked in the Three True Fires one by one like a dragon sucking water.

Not a moment.

The sky turned dark again, and the temperature dropped suddenly, returning to the severe cold of winter.

hiccup~~~
After burping lightly and exhaling a puff of white smoke, the black hand retracted into the Qingtan tree.

Same as before.

Three long incense sticks emitted wisps of white smoke, which purified the Three Flavors True Fire that had just been swallowed and fed it back to the Golden Cicada.

As the white smoke entered his body, Jin Chan felt that his already full body seemed to become even more energetic and vigorous.

Even the five internal organs seem to have become more energetic.

at this time.

The old Taoist priest standing far away had a look of heartache on his face, and pitifully put the half-burned red candle back into his sleeve.

He was afraid that if he was a step late, he would lose the last half of the red candle in his hand.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The old Taoist pointed the dust at the golden cicada, and the tone of his voice was just like those of the orthodox Taoists.

"what?"

Jin Chan was also stunned for a moment.

But then again, let’s put aside what happened before.

On one side is the legendary Three Flames Fire which can burn all the evil spirits in the world.

On one side is a strange black hand that looks like an evil creature, and on the other side is a monster with tentacles all over its lower body and wearing a bronze mask.

If an uninformed outsider saw this scene, they would probably think that the old Taoist priest was doing justice for the heavens!

"Restore Cheng Jiao to his original state!"

After Jin Chan glanced at Cheng Jiao beside him, he suppressed his anger and asked the old Taoist priest.

"The person is dead, why bother to recover? Just dig a hole and bury him!"

Although the Three Flames Fire was broken, the old Taoist priest did not seem to be panicked.

He slowly took off his Taoist robe, revealing his slightly hunched spine, and his ribs and chest that were bare of flesh. However, there was a long scar on his chest, ribs, abdomen, and back that was stitched with red thread, and a yellow paper talisman was stuck on the scar.

"The universe is divided, yin and yang are separated, the five ghosts obey the command, and they become a curse! Green wood in the east, red fire in the south, white gold in the west, black water in the north, and yellow earth in the center."

"Five ghosts gather together, their flesh and blood merge together, and they possess my magical powers!"

The old Taoist priest made hand gestures with one hand and muttered silently.

As he recited the incantation, all the talismans on his body fell off, and the red thread that sewed the scar was automatically pulled out and blown away by the wind.

A rumbling sound came from the old Taoist priest's body.

Suddenly, five scars split open in an instant, and the dark wounds were not filled with blood and flesh, but five little ghosts crawling out from them.

The little ghosts have different shapes. Some have green faces and fangs, and are entangled with wooden vines; some have red hair like fire and eyes like torches; some have white bones and hold sharp blades; some are covered in black shadows and surrounded by water vapor; some are filled with yellow dust and are as thick as soil.

But the strange thing is that the five little ghosts did not crawl out completely. Instead, they only exposed half of their bodies and then merged into one with the old Taoist priest's flesh and blood.

The vines of the Aoki ghost directly penetrated the old Taoist's skin and intertwined with his blood vessels. The green juice mixed with the old Taoist's blood, flowing out a disgusting emerald green color.

The flames of the Red Fire Ghost turned into hot liquid and merged into the old Taoist's eyes, making his eye sockets look like two furnaces.

The white gold ghost's sharp bone blade directly embedded into the old Taoist's bones, turning into two white bone scimitars.

The black water ghost turned into a black liquid and penetrated into the old Taoist's skin, turning half of his body black.

The last yellow earth ghost merged with the old Taoist's chest with its heavy body.

The swollen chest seemed like it would burst at any time, revealing a yellow-red heart made of a mixture of mud, flesh and blood.

At this time, the old Taoist priest was no longer as thin as before.

The body, filled with fat, expanded more than ten times.

Yellow fat was actually oozing out of the fat.

"I don't care what kind of monster you are, but this Five Ghosts Jumping is my innate Taoist technique that I have been practicing since I was sixteen. It is not comparable to the evil thing in your hand."

As soon as the old Taoist priest finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew in the quiet night.

The already cold winter night suddenly became as cold as the Far North, as if even the body could be frozen to pieces.

Restlessness, anxiety, fear, panic, uneasiness, despair.
All kinds of negative emotions were like an upside-down river or sea, pouring down and engulfing the golden cicada.

boom!
The qingtan in his hand fell to the ground.

Jin Chan's eyes were blank, his breathing was rapid, and he stood there blankly, at a loss as to what to do.

Sometimes he curled up like a shrimp, holding his head, and sometimes he straightened his back and laughed out loud.

Sometimes crazy, sometimes decadent, sometimes sluggish.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother."

Cheng Jiao shouted while shaking Jin Chan's body.

Maybe it was because of the death, Cheng Jiao did not feel any negative impact at all at this moment.

"Haha, it's useless. Under the influence of the Five Ghosts, unless one's heart is as calm as water and one has no desires or demands, even a great immortal will become a madman and end up eating his own food."

The old Taoist smiled contemptuously.

The bone knife in his right hand instantly stretched out and stabbed into Cheng Jiao's neck, then turned into a curved hook and pulled him directly in front of him.

"Now the fate of your country and the King of Qin belongs to me!"

A pair of flaming eyeballs narrowed into a long slit on the fat face.

The arm, which had turned into a bone knife, was raised high as if to chop off Cheng Jiao's head.

At this critical moment.

Qingtan's black hand stretched out again and grabbed the white bone blade.

The cicada, who had been lying on the ground madly for a long time, suddenly stood up.

His eyes were as clear as the bright moon, his internal organs were glowing faintly, and he exhaled breath after breath of foul air from his mouth.

(End of this chapter)