I planted the spiritual roots for my people, and they bestowed upon me a body inscribed with incense

Using his Vajra Leg Technique, Li Daqiang finally managed to reach the old man in the green robe. The old man in the green robe was initially disdainful and tried to block him with the spiritual energy shield around his body.

However, when Li Daqiang's sword struck the protective shield, the old man in the green robe realized something was wrong. Seeing that his spiritual energy shield was about to shatter, he quickly threw out the talisman in his hand.

Immediately, a golden bell-shaped barrier appeared around him. The cleaver struck the golden bell, and with a bang, Li Daqiang was thrown more than ten meters away, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

On the other hand, the old man in the green robe was completely unharmed, but his expression became serious.

He stared at the saber in Li Daqiang's hand for a long time before speaking:

"Does an ant even deserve to hold a ritual implement?"

"Hand it over to me, and I will spare your life."

Seeing this, Zhou Zhengtian, who was standing to the side, said to Li Daqiang:

"Junior brother, this person is probably at the very bottom of the cultivation world. If the three of us join forces, we might not be without a chance of winning. Don't forget how the Vajra Sect's Innate Ancestor slaughtered cultivators back then."

After saying that, Zhou Zhengtian took out his machete, threw the knife, and pounced on the old man in the green robe.

Li Daqiang, of course, paid no heed to the old man in the green robe's words. Seeing that Zhou Zhengtian was not afraid at all, he thought, "Why should I be afraid?" He took a deep breath, turned around, and charged into the battle.

Seeing the two approaching, and knowing that Li Daqiang's sword could break through his spiritual energy shield, the old man in the green robe immediately unleashed a fireball spell at Li Daqiang.

Li Daqiang quickly dodged. Although he didn't know the power of the attack, he could feel the burning sensation even from such a distance. If he were to be hit, he would surely die.

Li Daqiang dodged, leaving only Zhou Zhengtian. Seeing this, the old man in the green robe switched hands and chanted a few words. Several vines appeared on the ground where Zhou Zhengtian stood, instantly binding him.

Upon seeing this, the old man in the green robe immediately said:

"If I weren't afraid of damaging the things in your baggage, I would have burned you to the ground long ago."

Looking at Zhou Zhengtian, who was now trapped, Li Yuan suppressed his panic. The scene of the fireball spell just now still made Li Yuan's body tremble.

However, Li Yuan did not give up the fight. Since his father's horse-slaying sword, enhanced by the Geng metal energy, could break through the old Taoist's defense, there was still a chance. With this in mind, Li Yuan mobilized five more strands of Geng metal energy and sent them into the Mo Dao in his hand.

Feeling the cold glint of the longsword, Li Yuan felt a little more at ease. At the same time, Li Yuan understood that Zhou Zhengtian was the main force in dealing with this old Taoist priest. Taking advantage of the fact that his attention was currently focused on his father, Li Yuan quickly stepped forward and prepared to use his sword to cut the wooden vines binding Zhou Zhengtian.

The old man in the green robe had obviously seen what was happening, but he did not stop it. He sneered and met Li Daqiang, who was charging at him again.

Now that Li Daqiang possessed the ability to break through his own defenses, he had become a key person of concern for the old man in the green robe.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhengtian had no time to be shocked. He grabbed the cleaver in his hand, mobilized his inner energy, and threw it directly at the old man in the green robe.

This was timely; Li Daqiang, who was about to be subdued, narrowly escaped the old man in the green robe's fatal blow thanks to this attack.

Upon seeing this, the old man in the green robe waved his hand to block the thrown cleaver, but he underestimated its sharpness. His spiritual power only changed the trajectory of the cleaver, but did not block it.

The old man in the green robe looked at Zhou Zhengtian in disbelief, then realized that the cleaver could also break through his defenses.

However, the old man in the green robe was not afraid; he looked at the three men with a sinister expression.

"Very well, so you mere mortal martial artists dare to injure me? Today, I will show you the difference between immortals and mortals."

As soon as he finished speaking, the old Taoist priest pulled out a blood-red, two-foot-long miniature sword from his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, the sword flew towards Zhou Zhengtian.

The speed was so fast that before he could even dodge, the blood-red sword sliced ​​off his arm, causing Zhou Zhengtian to cry out in pain. However, the threat of death made Zhou Zhengtian endure the excruciating pain, and after mobilizing his internal energy to stop the bleeding, Zhou Zhengtian flew forward again to close the distance with the old Taoist.

Seeing this, Li Yuan threw his enhanced Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) at Zhou Zhengtian.

"Uncle Zhou, here you go."

Zhou Zhengtian caught the Mo Dao with one hand and, without thinking, slashed at the old Taoist priest.

Li Daqiang knew that no one would survive unless he killed the old Taoist priest, so he gritted his teeth and threw his sword straight at the old Taoist priest's back.

This scene naturally did not escape the perception of the old Taoist in green robes. Knowing the power of the horse-slaying saber, he quickly mobilized his magic power to stop the saber, while at the same time shooting his flying sword towards Li Daqiang.

Seeing a streak of light hurtling towards him, Li Daqiang knew he was in trouble.

"Li Daqiang reacted instinctively and dodged to the side, but even though he reacted in time, the streak of light still pierced through his shoulder."

Seeing the scene before him, Li Yuan quickly flew forward and helped Li Daqiang up.

Looking at Li Daqiang's pale face, Li Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and he couldn't help but cry out, "Father!"

Seeing this, Li Daqiang spoke up:

"I'm alright, Father." Go help Uncle Zhou.

Li Yuan nodded, put Li Daqiang aside, and then picked up the machete that had been knocked away.

After the old Taoist blocked the horse-slaying sword, Zhou Zhengtian also rushed to his side. However, seeing Zhou Zhengtian holding the Mo Dao in one hand, the old Taoist was not afraid at all. He waved his hand and created a spiritual energy shield around his body.

However, this is probably the decision that the old Taoist priest regrets the most in his life.

The moment the Mo Dao made contact with the spiritual energy shield, the entire shield shattered, and the Mo Dao slashed mercilessly at the old Taoist priest.

This scene terrified the old Taoist priest, who gathered all his spiritual power to prepare to take the blow head-on. However, after being tempered by so many strands of sharp metal energy, how could a cultivator who had not even reached the mid-stage of Qi Refining possibly withstand such a powerful blade?

With a flick of his wrist, Mo Dao sliced ​​off one of the hands that were brimming with spiritual energy. The old Taoist, as expected of a cultivator, managed to retreat immediately by sacrificing one hand. As he retreated, a talisman flew out from the old Taoist's other hand and landed on Zhou Zhengtian.

With a loud bang, the talisman transformed into a bolt of lightning, instantly turning Zhou Zhengtian into a pile of charred remains.

A first-rate martial artist suddenly perished.

Seeing this, the old Taoist priest quickly stepped forward and searched through the pile of ash with one hand until a gray booklet appeared in his hand.

After confirming that the booklet was undamaged, the old Taoist priest laughed wildly, completely disregarding the fact that he had lost a hand.

However, at that moment, a whooshing sound rang out, and with a whoosh, a large hole appeared directly in the old Taoist's heart.

The old Taoist priest looked down at the bloody hole in his body, turned to look at Li Yuan, and tried to speak, but found that he could not open his mouth no matter what he did. In the end, he collapsed with a thud.

Seeing the old Taoist priest fall, Li Yuan walked over, picked up the machete from the ground, and frantically hacked at the old Taoist priest lying on the ground until his body was chopped into pieces. Only then did Li Yuan put down the machete and lie on the ground, panting.

At the same time, the three-colored beads made a sound again, and a wisp of white thread fell from the old Taoist's broken body and finally merged into the three-colored beads.

Li Yuan had obviously noticed this as well, but leaving the area was clearly more important at this moment.

After a while, Li Daqiang shakily walked to the pile of ashes. At this moment, Li Daqiang no longer had any doubts about Zhou Zhengtian. Instead, he felt a sense of "the rabbit is killed and the dog is cooked" mentality.

After Li Yuan silently cleaned up the battlefield, Li Daqiang stood to the side.

"Let's go, take Senior Brother Zhou's ashes with us. This monument should be erected by the Li family."