Apprentice Crit Strike Return: It’s up to you to revitalize the Daomen

Chapter 11 The dog bites Lu Dongbin

Just as Zhenjue was fighting with the ghost head, the headless ghost body rushed behind Zhenjue at some point, and the two black ghost claws grabbed Zhenjue's neck tightly, and slowly lifted him up .

Seeing this, Guitou laughed proudly, and licked Zhenjue's face with his scarlet tongue, full of intoxication and enjoyment.

"Ding, the branch mission is released. Subduing demons and eliminating demons is the duty of cultivating the Tao. If you successfully kill evil spirits, you will be rewarded with swordsmanship, one of the 72 techniques of Earth Shade. Failure will not be punished."

"Swordsmanship: understanding the mystery of the unity of the sword and qi (qi), is the method of controlling the sword by the primordial spirit. White light rises to kill people and be invisible."

Jiang Xiaoliu was overjoyed, this swordsmanship was much better than the routines his master taught him, no, this is not an order of magnitude at all.

It's a pity that I don't know when I will cultivate to the realm of the primordial spirit.

But what is certain is that once the swordsmanship reward is obtained, the mortals dare not say that the swordsmanship is the first, and it is not a problem to step into the realm of a quasi-first-class swordsman.

Excited, Jiang Xiaoliu drew out his sword, pointed it at the female ghost, and took it.

"Taiyi divides the light, one breath, look at the sword!"

The same Tiangang step, under the display of the primordial holy body and the attached mana, immediately became extraordinary.

The invisible qi under his feet seemed to be stepping on tangible steps. Jiang Xiaoliu danced in the air step by step.

The ghost head couldn't dodge in time, and was suddenly enveloped by the sword energy. There were many bloody cuts criss-crossing on the face, and black maggots fell like raindrops under the flesh. Wang Changxing and others almost didn't take it Spit out the overnight meal.

"Ahhhhhh..."

The ghost head seemed to be in extreme pain, the ghost body no longer cared about strangling Zhenjue, and threw it aside casually, a dodge body merged with the ghost head, and suddenly the ghostly aura surged.

"I, I, I'm going to swallow you alive!"

The female ghost was extremely angry, her sharp claws swelled more than three feet, and the black light shone like ten sharp daggers.

"It's a mere ghost, the crime cannot be pardoned, the Daoist will beat you to death today, and return this world to a bright future."

Since Jiang Xiaoliu was young, his master Lin Changxing only taught him this kind of swordsmanship, but he didn't have the corresponding formulas.

The master said: "The Dao has no form. After you have read the Dao scriptures, seen all the prosperity, and gone through vicissitudes, the swordsmanship that you realize is the strongest sword."

But his master never imagined that his apprentice actually possessed the Primordial Holy Physique.

Hongmeng was before the Dao, the predecessor of the Three Thousand Dao.

A monk with this kind of physique is like Zhang Wuji who has learned "Nine Suns Divine Art". In his eyes, there are no secrets in any martial arts in the world.

The same is true for Jiang Xiaoliu at the moment.

This set of "Taiyi Splitting Light Sword Jue" that I have been familiar with on weekdays, I always feel awkward and awkward when performing it at this moment, as if my force, breathing, and technique are completely wrong, and I seem to have a faint feeling that the mana of Dantian Qihai should obey Only when some kind of mysterious meridian track runs, can the sword technique be fully displayed and thoroughly penetrated.

This feeling became clearer and clearer as the fierce fight with the female ghost deepened.

The female ghost was caught off guard and slashed several times by Jiang Xiaoliu. She was furious and tried her best to attack, but found that she still looked up to this kid.

The little Taoist's swordsmanship was messy, and his magic power was very little, at most ten years of skill. At this moment, he was gradually unable to support himself under his intensive rain-like offensive.

But in an instant.

The boy in front of him seemed to be a different person suddenly. The long sword in his hand was like an antelope hanging horns, and it seemed natural. The female ghost couldn't predict the trajectory of the sword technique at all. The place was riddled with holes and full of ghostly aura, and the soaring ghostly aura and madness gradually weakened a lot.

On the other hand, Jiang Xiaoliu, the more he played, the smoother he was, and the more he played, the more handy he was.

The dharma sword in the hand is like a part of the body, and it is used like an arm and a finger. There is not much mana in the body, and it is attached to the sword body without wasting a single bit. It can cut out a sword at the most suitable angle and at the most suitable time every time. , giving the ghost a heavy blow.

In the eyes of everyone, Jiang Xiaoliu's figure is as light as a goose's feather, as agile as a swallow, with sword energy flying into the sky, soaring nine days, and the female ghost with the long sword bag in her hand is miserable, screaming, like a cat playing with a mouse with ease.

"Okay, Master Dao has played enough, you can go beyond."

Jiang Xiaoliu couldn't get any experience from this female ghost, and he was completely exhausted.

After making a sword art, the tip of the sword was three feet cold and couldn't hold back, and the next moment it was condescending, and it swooped down to the top of the female ghost's head.

The female ghost was shocked and felt a strong sense of crisis, but no matter how he dodged, the sword hit the top of her head impartially.

"what!!!"

The female ghost's shrill scream pierced the sky, and exploded under the horrified eyes of everyone, turning into countless floating ghost aura, which gradually dissipated in the air.

"puff!"

Qiu Dengping, who did it from a distance, immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"No, it's impossible. This little Taoist priest has at most ten years of mana. Why, why is mana constantly flowing, and there is no shortage of mana?"

Qiu Dengping's eyes were wide open, his face full of doubts.

At the beginning, when the little Taoist stepped on the sky, he immediately laughed.

Everyone in the cultivation world knows that Tiangang steps have miraculous effects against ghosts, but if you continue to use Tiangang steps, and fight like Jiang Xiaoliu so aggressively, the mana consumed will increase exponentially.

Not to mention Jiang Xiaoliu, even if Qiu Dengping performed it himself, his body would be hollowed out in a quarter of an hour at most, and he would have to fall from the sky.

But Qiu Dengping couldn't laugh anymore.

It was as if a perpetual motion machine had been installed in this little Taoist priest's body. He was full of vigor. The more he fought, the braver he fought, and the more ferocious he fought. Originally, even if the ghost couldn't beat him, he wouldn't be killed, but in the blink of an eye, the female ghost was destroyed The ghost body has turned into slag.

In this era of lack of aura, one can imagine the difficulty of finding and subduing a ghost.

This ghost is his treasure at the bottom of the box, and he will die if he says he will die, but his heart hurts so much.

"Master Zhenjue, how are you, are you okay?"

The spiritual energy seeds in Jiang Xiaoliu basically remained unchanged. Although Jiang Xiaoliu had been fighting for so long, Jiang Xiaoliu was still calm, but his aura became stronger.

Fighting to support fighting, swordsmanship has stepped into a new realm, and fighting is the fastest way to improve strength.

Zhenjue stood up slowly, with a clear ghost handprint on his neck, and the expression on his face was variable, including panic, jealousy, puzzlement, shock, and confusion, but no shame.

How could this little Taoist priest be so powerful?
Even if you start cultivating from the womb, it's impossible to be so strong, right?
Wouldn't I have spent half my life in vain?
And look at his relaxed and joyful appearance, as if he was not fighting a fierce ghost just now, but having a love affair with a peerless beauty, you are inexplicably happy, you ghost.

After finally establishing the image of an eminent monk in front of Boss Lu, he specially secured a ticket from his master and borrowed a magic weapon. In the end, not only did he fail to get rid of the ghost, but he was almost killed.

That's good, the hero was made by you, and the credit is all yours. How can I explain it when I go back?

And Boss Lu, the big money lord who was so hard to get along with, didn't he just miss it?
When I go back this time, I can imagine how the temple will deal with me, and the cultivation resources will be greatly reduced. It is even hard to say whether the current fat job can be kept.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that this little Taoist was an eyesore.

"Hmph, if it wasn't for the poor monk who used the master's treasure to injure the ghost, how could you take advantage of it?"

"haha, really?"

"Since Master's Dharma is profound, I will leave the rest to you."

The holy body and the method of opening up to the secluded made Jiang Xiaoliu particularly sensitive to ghosts.

Originally, he also thought that the matter would be over after beheading the ghost, but he never thought that there would be waves of chilling ghosts slowly rising behind him.

This breath is very powerful, far surpassing the previous Li Gui, even if he has advanced swordsmanship, he is not sure.

It just happened that the dog bit Lu Dongbin, so I left it to him to deal with it, and I took the opportunity to quickly claim the system reward.

The altar in the distance.

Qiu Dengping's appearance changed drastically at this moment.

Originally a hale and hearty old man with a sense of immortality, at this moment, blood as black as ink flowed from his seven orifices, his eyes were blood red, and his blue-black skin was covered with tiny scales.

The ritual artifacts and offerings on the altar in front of him disappeared, and the yellow brocade cloth cover was also torn off, revealing the purple-black sandalwood table.

On the table is a bronze statue of ghosts and gods with one horn, two wings, two heads and four arms.

Qiu Dengping was chanting words, the incantation was weird and gloomy, and the next moment he opened his mouth and bit his wrist fiercely, and the steaming hot blood immediately poured on the statue.

This unknown ghost statue seems to be extremely thirsty for blood, all the blood that poured down was not left, it was absorbed cleanly, and not a drop was spilled around.

I don't know how long it has been pouring, Qiu Dengping's eyes are blurred, his breath is weak, and when he is about to lose his strength, the statue suddenly glows red, with a pair of eyes that come alive, two heads laughing sinisterly, and four arms Dancing up and down, a pair of wings suddenly spread out, and at the same time, an extremely powerful and eerie and violent coercion suddenly burst out.

Qiu Dengping was startled, quickly stopped the blood, and knelt down frantically.

"By all gods, disciple Qiu Dengping sacrificed his essence and blood, and begged him to help him kill the powerful enemy."

"It's you, an ant who can't even build a foundation, dare to ask me to come up?"

"Respect the god to calm down the anger. Although the disciple's strength is low, he worships the god day and night and never dares to neglect. He also asks the god to use his supernatural powers to help the disciple tide over the difficulties."

"Hmph, blood essence and aura are thin, I want to give birth to human flesh and soul sacrifices, otherwise I will swallow you first, hahahaha."

Qiu Dengping's face turned pale with shock, he knew that it is easy to invite gods but difficult to give them away, let alone such an evil god.

"Respected God, the disciples have set up a formation here, ordinary people will not find it, there are dozens of strangers in the formation, and two monks, it is enough to sacrifice to the respected god."

"Oh? That's true? Then I will temporarily borrow my mana from you. You must make a quick decision and sacrifice me, otherwise I will eat you up and down."

　Taking the kids outside to play, typing on the mobile phone is very uncomfortable.

　　Continue to change tonight.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)