Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 92

The bamboo and wood are warped, and the birds are singing.

Unknowingly, the sun shines slightly, and the east is white.

The group of monsters at the tea party dissipated like smoke, like a bizarre night dream.

Regarding the whereabouts of the "Beaver Daoist", Mo Chuan found nothing at the tea party without accident.However, I did inquire about a few cat demons who are suspected to be raccoon Taoists.

"Where is Daoist going next?" The white-tailed green snake raised its head and asked beside the bamboo forest of birds.

"I don't have an idea yet, follow the clues provided by the cave gods first, and then look for it, it really doesn't work..."

Mo Chuan paused, smiled slightly and said:

"If it doesn't work, then make some noise. If Daoist Li is still in the mountains, he may take the initiative to find him."

"Oh? Fellow Daoist, are you trying to fight for the position of Cave God?"

Mo Chuan laughed but didn't answer.

"My God, Meng Lang, I hope you and I will meet again, we are already colleagues."

The white-tailed green snake gave a tactful blessing, then turned its head and burrowed into the vegetation, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Mo Chuan took a deep breath, looking at the hazy morning light on the ridge line, his heart moved, and he turned into a cloud of green smoke and fled into the mountains.

Where the wind is rising and the clouds are surging, the red clouds break through the sky.

When the first rays of the rising sun spread across the mountains and into the dense forest like a crown, Mo Chuan had already arrived at the cave of Jiuyao Mountain.

This is a huge cave.

The entrance is quite spacious, and there are faint traces of stampede left by pedestrians around.

In the very center of the cave, a quaint stone incense altar is filled with offerings of melons and fruits, and the clusters of incense are piled up like a mountain.

"Poverty Dao Mingchen, dare to ask if the God of Bachilongdong is here?"

Mo Chuan showed his figure and bowed his hands in salute.

"Your Excellency, I found you after the tea party, but something happened?"

A faint inquiry came from the depths of the cave.

"Everything goes to the Three Treasures Hall. At the Hundred Birds Tea Party, Pindao heard that Mr. Bachilong mentioned the method of double cultivation of water, jade, and flowing beads! Coincidentally, Pindao has a little bit of it. I wonder if you are interested?"

Mo Chuan asked with a smile.

"Oh? You also know the method of Yinding Yangfurnace?"

The voices in the cave came quickly from far to near, and when the last syllable fell, a stocky white-billed mule came out.

After seeing Mo Chuan, it raised its front hooves, and its figure changed rapidly, turning into a Kong Wu hunter in tiger skin in an instant.

It is rumored that a horse reaching eight feet is a dragon.

Therefore, the eight-foot dragon is a steed!
This mule called himself Bachilong, probably because of the word "dragon".

Don't you see, didn't the white-tailed green snake also call itself a white-tailed little green dragon?
"Sir, you are joking. How dare the poor Taoist talk about yin and yang with the dragon. It's just that the poor Taoist comes from outside the mountain, and the method in his hand may have other mysteries."

"Okay, okay, hurry up and have a look with Benlong?"

The eight-foot dragon looked impatient, but he didn't approach, and there was a hint of vigilance hidden in his eyes that seemed to be excited.

Seeing this, Mo Chuan smiled and said nothing, showing no intention of presenting.

Bachilong was stunned when he saw this, and then smiled and said: "People in the mountains don't have so many red tapes, what fellow Taoists want, but let's be straightforward."

Mo Chuan said: "Since that's the case, then the poor Taoist will speak directly. Dare I ask if there is a way to cultivate ghosts? Or Taoist supernatural powers? Other miscellaneous studies are also available. The poor Taoist is not afraid of meat and vegetables."

The eight-foot dragon smiled, and the vigilance in his eyes went away: "It turns out that he came to seek the law. Since he took the method of dual cultivation, I also exchanged it with the method of dual cultivation. How about it?"

A look of disappointment flashed in Mo Chuan's eyes, but he still smiled and said, "That's it, very good!"

As he spoke, he reached into his bosom, took out a Taoist scripture lingering in Yuan Qi, and handed it over: "This is the first volume of the method of dual cultivation, sir, please read it."

volume One?The vigilance is quite strong.

Bachilong sneered in his heart, and directly took pictures from the air, and took the first volume into his hands.

It opened subconsciously, and as far as the eye could see, the face changed drastically!

Almost without thinking, it backed away abruptly.

"Ding!"

A clear and crisp sound of the sword rang out in the air, and the dazzling sword light illuminated the cave.

The sword light came so abruptly that even if the eight-foot dragon had Jiazi Taoism, it would not be able to avoid the range of the sharp edge for a while.

Seeing that the sword light was about to cut in half.

"hiss--"

Amid a sound like a donkey's bray, the Bachilong put his palms together suddenly, facing the sharp sword glow, and held the evil-proof sword in mid-air.

"How brave!"

Mo Chuan gave an angry praise, Yuan Qi gushed out wildly, and the sword light shot out, wanting to cut the hands of the big demon.

Unexpectedly, a pair of phantom mule hooves glowing with metallic luster radiated from Bachilong's hands, like a golden bell jar of Buddhism, completely blocking the sword light.

Bachilong grinned grinningly, and with a force of both hands, relying on the brute force of the big demon Jiazi, he snatched away the flying sword.

"A mere remnant soul, dare to kill me?"

The eight-foot dragon, which had seized the weapon, quickly grew in size, transforming into the true form of a mule, eager to fight quickly.

It suspected that the little white-tailed green dragon was nearby!
This is a strategy of attacking the west.

As thoughts flickered, it lifted its hind hooves and trampled up.

"boom!"

Step on it with one hoof, and suddenly step into the air.

But he saw that Mo Chuan had dissipated into gas, turned into a wisp of green smoke, and evaporated.

"Want to escape? No way."

Seeing this, Bachilong was not angry but happy, the seven orifices in his body suddenly closed, and the billowing Yuan Qi turned into steaming flames, burning his whole body.

As the god of Jinghuang Cave, how rich is his experience in fighting skills?
The remnant soul was scattered into Qi, seemingly avoiding physical blows, but in fact it was even more fragile.

So after instinctively closing the qi orifice, it bit the tip of its tongue violently, spit out a mouthful of blood mist, and then cast a spell to stimulate Yang Qi and kill the remnant souls!

"Well--"

Unexpectedly, instead of fleeing, Mo Chuan crashed into the flames protecting its body.

This abnormal operation made Bachilong stunned.

Before it could cast a magic attack, the world suddenly turned upside down.

In the rotating picture, it actually saw a rather familiar... headless mule!
That, that is...

"Boom! Boom!"

The big mule head finally fell to the ground and rolled away a long way.

In the rotating screen, Bachilong saw that ghost fairy once again condensed his figure, and one arm suddenly became bigger, and he shot towards it like a giant curtain covering the sky.

"No no no—"

The eight-foot dragon subconsciously raised its hooves to block, but the dislocation of its head and body made it completely lose its control over the sense of space, and the raised hooves were completely useless.

"call out--"

With the sound of howling and breaking through the air, the giant palm fell, the skull shattered, and the eyeballs popped out!

The world is quiet.

With a "plop", the headless body of the mule, which lost its head, fell to the ground in response, and dispersed in a fragmented manner, causing blood to flow from the neck like a stream.

A wisp of remnant soul struggled up.

Before it could break free from its physical body, several talismans to scare the ghosts struck, immediately knocking it out of its wits.

Mo Chuan breathed out lightly, retracted his multi-fold arm, and looked at his palm again. A stinky substance, like mosquito blood, stuck to his palm, making him really sick.

On the ground, the mule's head had turned into a puddle of meat!
'As expected of Tiangang Taoism, its power is astonishing!Dao Lord, if I use the size and size Ruyi from the beginning, although it only takes a few breaths, it will be enough to slap it to death!However, if you zoom in at the beginning, it is easy to scare away the prey, which is just right. '

Mo Chuan thought secretly.

Just at this time, there was a faint hustle and bustle from the end of the mountain road, and even the sound of silk and bamboo ceremonies, which seemed to be a procession of seeing off relatives.

Mo Chuan smiled slightly when he heard the sound, and waved his hand to put the mule's body into the sacrificial stove.

(End of this chapter)