Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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"The Taoist priest seems not surprised by this?" Xiao Hongge said.

"Master Shenying's style and methods are the same as those of the Black Heart Demon Cult. This incident has created an opportunity for them to join forces. It is a normal thing for the two sides to merge."

After reading the memories of Prince Silver Wolf, you will know what Master Shenying is. Things like destroying families and destroying families are often done behind the scenes.

If it hadn't been for the limited time for the last divine attack and the presence of Qin Mo, the King of Tuoshan, Xu Junming would never have let him go.

"Fellow Taoist, you have killed the two kings of the Black Heart Demon Sect one after another, and have been listed as the most important enemy to be eliminated soon. If you are a layman, you need to be more careful."

"Thank you Daoist fellow Xiao for your concern. Xu knows."

Xiao Hongge's eyes flashed, and he was about to take the opportunity to invite Xu Junming to stay temporarily at the Xuanjingsi Yamen so that both parties could help each other and deal with the Black Heart Demon Cult together.

As a result, before she could speak, Xu Junming's expression suddenly changed across from her.

I was surprised, and I was about to ask why, but suddenly there were warning signs in my heart.

Xu Junming's heart moved.

Void magic.

In the blink of an eye, he bypassed Xiajiang City's protective formation and reached a height of a hundred feet above.

Look around.

At some point, a thick layer of black fog surrounded Xiajiang City from all directions.

The sound of ghosts crying and howling wolves could be heard from dozens of miles away.

Xu Junming's soul was so powerful that he didn't notice anything, but when ordinary people heard it, their souls would be swallowed up in an instant.

"What a heavy evil spirit and resentment."

Xu Junming looked solemn. He had never seen such a powerful resentment.

Xiao Hongge also came to him at this time.

At this moment, her face was a little pale and her expression was solemn.

"Fellow Taoist, I'm afraid you and I will die here tonight."

Xu Junming raised his eyebrows.

"Is this the old monster from Montenegro?"

"Exactly! This is the 'Soul-eating Ghost Mist' practiced by the old demon priest. It steals people's souls and devours people's essence and blood. Over the past hundreds of years, countless people have died under this 'Soul-Eating Ghost Mist'. "

At this time, there were dozens of foundation-building or innate monks running towards Xiajiang City like a desperation.

Their cultivation levels are uneven. Those with higher cultivation levels are better off running faster, while those with slower cultivation levels are overtaken by the soul-eating ghost mist. In an instant, their souls are sucked away, the blood and energy around their bodies are exhausted, and finally the essence in their bones disappears. The whole person was swallowed up like this.

Seeing this scene, Xu Junming's face showed an evil look.

With a finger, three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice were scattered in all directions, quickly bringing all the exposed monks into Xiajiang City.

After the disaster, everyone recovered from the trance, and everyone was delighted.

"Thank you Master Chongshan for saving your life."

He waved his hand.

"You can go on your own."

"We are willing to work with Zhenren to resist powerful enemies!"

He glanced at this person lightly.

"That's not an enemy you can deal with. Let's wait until you reach the Nascent Soul realm."

Without waiting for a reply, he flew straight up into the blue sky, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Looking at his back, the person who spoke had a look of annoyance on his face. He originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity to become a disciple, but the other party didn't give him a chance at all.

"Fellow Taoist, you and I join forces to fight against the enemy."

Singer Xiao Hong asked Chiyan to fly over.

After glancing at her, Xu Junming had to take a look at this person who hadn't left at this time.

At this time, the billowing soul-eating ghost fog had already enveloped the entire Xiajiang City.

In a blink of an eye, it got dark.

Fortunately, with the existence of the city protection formation, the people in Xiajiang City are still safe.

"Where is Xu Junming?"

The sound that shook the mountains resounded like thunder in the sky above Xiajiang City.

"Xu is here!"

Xu Junming stood with his hands behind his back, his blue robe rustling, his body as straight as a green pine, showing his unwavering determination.

A giant black face hundreds of feet in size condensed out of the soul-eating ghost mist.

Huge eyes looked at Xu Junming with a brilliant light, revealing an indescribable and powerful pressure.

"You should be put to death for killing me, the Black Mountain Demon Sect's Divine Sword King and White Bone King. I hope you still have some cultivation talent, so I will show mercy beyond the law. As long as you are willing to serve under my command, I will forget the blame and spare your life."

Xu Junming smiled slightly, took a step forward with his right foot, and his body instantly became ten feet tall.

Two steps is twenty feet.

His stature is getting taller and taller, and his aura is getting stronger and stronger.

"I, Xu Junming, have been in Taoism for sixty-seven years and have killed millions of demons and ghosts. At the beginning, I would rather give up my body than succumb to the devil. Not to mention you, a demon and ghost who has killed countless people!"

After asking Xu Junming to stop, he was more than three hundred feet tall, like a giant holding the sky.

The Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand is as huge as a mountain.

"If you want me to submit, you must first defeat the knife in Xu's hand."

Raise the sword and chop vertically.

"boom…!"

The sharp sword energy is like an erupting volcano.

With the power of splitting rivers and seas, it slashed towards the giant face in the air.

In an instant, the soul-eating ghost fog above Xiajiang City was broken, and starlight appeared again.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, did you kill the old monster from Black Mountain?"

Xiao Hongge flew over.

No wonder she thought so, Xu Junming's previous sword was too powerful. If it were her, even if the red flames were added, it would be difficult to resist.

Xu Junming shook his head.

Being a monk at the Yuan Shen level and being able to reach the Yuan Shen level with the help of spiritual treasures are definitely two different things.

In the world of spiritual practice, monks at the level of Yuanshen are called Sanxian.

The soul, magic power and Yuanying are integrated into one, and every trace of magic power carries its own Yuan Shen. It is very magical. If it cannot be completely eliminated, the Yuan Shen monk can use the corpse to resurrect the soul and regain a new life.

really.

The soul-devouring ghost mist that was broken through by his sword energy flew over again, covering Xiajiang City again in the blink of an eye.

The hundred-foot-long giant face regrouped.

However, it can be seen that Xu Junming's sword is not completely useless. Compared to the beginning, this giant face is obviously thinner.

"Since you don't drink the wine as a penalty, don't blame me for being rude."

Along with the mighty sound, the giant face suddenly turned into a storm.

In an instant, surging blue-purple flames fell from the sky like a waterfall.

Before he even got close, a chill that penetrated his bones filled his heart.

"What a strong Yinhuo!"

Xu Junming was secretly shocked.

The fingers move like the wind.

"Huangliang Dharma Realm!"

Three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice shine brightly.

From the size of a grain of rice, it instantly became a thousand feet tall.

Stopped the Yin Fire falling from the sky.

When the two sides touched, there were no sparks flying at all.

The yellow rice that bloomed with yellow brilliance swallowed the Yin Fire silently.

As a magical instrument entrusting Xu Junming's space path, each of the three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice contains a thousand miles of space.

Three hundred and sixty-five grains are three hundred and sixty-five thousand miles away, equivalent to twelve Dayong dynasties.

To fill such a huge space with Yin Fire, even the old Black Mountain Demon would probably take hundreds of years.

However, although the space is large, the intensity is not high.

The temperature of the yin fire of the old demon of Black Mountain was too high. Over time, Yimeng Huangliang became very hot.

"If you can block one of my yin fires, it's up to you to block the twelve."

Accompanied by the thundering sound of the old demon from Montenegro.

Twelve powerful yin fires struck down from all directions.

"drink!"

With a scolding sound, Xiao Hong's singer's red flames split into three lanes, blocking three lanes.

Xu Junming glanced at him, and his heart moved. Dihuang Mountain flew out from behind his head, and the nine-color divine light passed by in a shocking way.

Like a long neck sucking water, the twelve yin fires were instantly swallowed up by it.

"You do have some strength, let me take another move from you."

A section of tusks flashing with gleaming white light, longer than three feet, suddenly emerged from the black clouds.

The moment he saw it, Xu Junming suddenly felt frightened in his heart.

Without hesitation.

"The Twelve Gates of Hell!"

"Bang bang bang", three hundred and sixty-five grains of yellow rice turned into twelve layers of ghost gates, blocking Xu Junming's body.

At the same time, a water-blue bead appeared on his chest.

It was the water spirit bead he had trained.

"Boom...!"

With a loud noise, the twelve layers of ghost gates shattered instantly, and the long white teeth hit hard against the tough shield formed by the water spirit beads.

"Click...!"

Following bursts of cracks, the long tooth actually broke through the water spirit bead shield of the fifth level spiritual ban and slowly inserted in.

Xu Junming saw it in his eyes, frowned slightly, and took a deep breath.

There are no reservations about the true secret of divine fighting.

Third level, fourth level, fifth level, all the way to seventh level.

With the support of abundant mana, the water spirit beads are brilliant.

Xu Junming's pressure suddenly decreased, and with a thought in his heart, Dihuang Mountain's nine-color aura flashed, and the long teeth disappeared instantly.

The Soul-Eating Ghost Mist shook instantly.

"The king's treasure is not so easy to get."

"Hmph, when you enter Dihuang Mountain, unless you are an immortal, don't even think about causing trouble."

The power of heaven and earth in Dihuang Mountain is extremely powerful. Although the nine-color divine light is transformed from the five elements, wind and thunder, yin and yang, and nine spiritual powers of Dihuang Mountain, it is not the entire power of heaven and earth in Dihuang Mountain.

If we compare it to a metaphor, it is like the power of human beings themselves.

The brain's protective mechanism allows people to exert only 40% to 50% of their strength without damaging themselves.

The same goes for the nine-color divine light. The premise of brushing everything is that it cannot damage the stability of the space in Dihuang Mountain.

Otherwise, the elixirs planted by Xu Junming on the Four Elephants Peak would suffer.

In comparison, treasures such as Yimeng Huangliang and Shui Lingzhu are different. Can exert full power without any scruples.

But if you enter the cave of Dihuang Mountain, the entire power of the cave will be suppressed, plus the innate Bagua array.

Unless you are an immortal, once you are caught, you will never be able to escape.

Xu Junming, who is at the seventh level of Yuanshen, cannot hold on for long.

Looking at the soul-eating ghost mist all over the sky, he transformed into a giant cyan wolf hundreds of feet tall.

The crescent moon between the eyebrows shines brightly.

"Sirius Xiaoyue...!"

"Ouch!"

The earth-shattering wolf roar was like huge waves, overwhelming and rushing straight into the air.

Because the sound waves were so strong, the air and space were torn apart.

Countless black wrinkles appeared around the wolf's mouth.

The seventh-level mana of the Yuanshen combined with the powerful innate magical powers of the Tianlang clan, the combined power produced is astonishingly powerful.

The soul-eating ghost fog that filled the sky was shattered instantly.

Not even a drop of the Black Mountain old demon's soul was left behind.

Xiajiang City's protective array, which can withstand the Taoist techniques of Yuanshen-level masters, was now violently shaken by the aftermath of the Jingtian Wolf Howl. If Xiao Hongge hadn't been blind and quickly used the Red Flame ** to help block it, I'm afraid it would have been broken.

About a minute later, Xu Junming put away the Sirius Transformation and transformed into himself.

With a finger, Yi Meng's yellow rice turned into 365 giant yellow rice grains, absorbing all the black fog in the sky.

Although the old demon souls in these soul-eating ghost mist have been shattered, the resentment, evil spirit and spiritual energy in them are still there.

If it is not taken care of, it is easy for monsters to appear.

Moreover, the soul fragments of a soul-level master, plus the infinite soul-eating ghost mist, are the best nutrients for Yimeng Huangliang to advance.

Although the old demon was destroyed, Xu Junming felt something was wrong.

This demon was much weaker than the old demon that Guan Hongxue and Monk Situ remembered.