Invincibility Starts From Sacrificing Ancestors

The sensible Monster Qi gathered like a black cloud, turned into a streamer, and drew a strange trajectory on the west mountain.

At such a close distance, fat Daoist is unavoidable.

He never imagined that this mysterious young man still had a demon weapon hidden on his body.

Fierce mans exposed, killing a thought.

hum...

The black feather arrow burst into the air, tore the Blood Qi, and pierced the fat Taoist priest's shoulder directly.

Dripping blood splattered Xishan.

The enchanting Monster Qi is like a maggot on the tarsal bones, burrowing into the flesh, bones, internal organs... limbs and bones along the ferocious wound.

rumbling...

Fat Daoist's body shook, Blood Qi churned, and black blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

"Good kid!"

Fat Daoist raised his hand, and Blood Qi converged, turning into a small seven-inch sword.

The dragon and the tiger meet in Thailand, and the three lights are distinct.

Inside the talisman, Lingyuan magic sword.

The Demon Spirit Sword!

This is his ultimate move. He has collected Blood Qi all over his body, condensed a mouthful of True Essence, poured it all into it, visualized it at ease, and evolved into a sword shape.

Fat Daoist was injured by the black crossbow, and Blood Qi was tainted and began to decline. He couldn't fight for a long time. It can be said that this was his last blow.

"The end of the crossbow!"

Zhou Dao stepped out one step, Blood Qi surged, aggregated and fissioned, turned into fire pills, and bloomed Danxia Baidao.

"This...this...this is...Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong!?" Fat Daoist stiffened, and a mouthful of old blood almost spit out.

He looked at Zhou Dao in astonishment, his heart shaking uncontrollably.

This mysterious young man in front of him not only masters many long-lost Taoist methods, but he even knows "Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong"?

Fat Daoist knows too much about "Nine Cycles Fire Dan Gong".

Blood Qi Nine Cycles, the fire pills enter the belly, the evil spirits are hard to invade, and the evil spirits are warded off.

But...that's gone! ?

rumbling...

Nine Cycles fire pills fell like a meteorite, and the demon spirit sword ascended to the sky like a serpent.

The two forces collided.

The gust of wind blew up and turned into mighty ripples that spread around.

The two figures were shaken back.

Fat Daoist flew into the distance, breaking one big tree after another, and finally smashed on the rock wall, and there were two human-shaped potholes around.

"Good kid, Daoist won't play with you anymore." Fat Daoist gritted his teeth, and the remaining Blood Qi vibrated and bounced out of the pothole.

Immediately afterwards, a yellow talisman burned, turning into two balls of fire, wrapping the feet.

His speed suddenly increased, like Thousand Li Horse, rushing towards the distance.

Fat Daoist suffered such a big loss with Fifth Stage's Cultivation Base, and naturally he had no face to stay.

At this moment, Zhou Dao also listened after flying a dozen feet away.

He watched the figure of Fat Daoist go away, but he didn't chase after him.

Zhou Dao let out a long breath of white air, and the sweat on his body evaporated and evaporated under the Blood Qi.

This battle, seemingly in an instant, consumes too much.

After all, the opponent is a real fire Fifth Stage. With Zhou Dao's current strength, he can only scare him away with the black crossbow. If he wants to win, he still owes his time.

However, through this battle, Zhou Dao also had a thorough understanding of his own strength.

"Not bad!" Zhou Dao grinned.

With his current strength, there is no pressure to face the real fire Fourth Stage masters.

In the two years since entering the Yuyao Division, Zhou Dao has grown from a mere refinement to what he is today, and the speed is fast enough to move the world.

This is all thanks to the ancestors, and of course the demon slayer guards from the Yuyao Division.

Without them, Zhou Dao wouldn't be able to get so many monsters to sacrifice.

Obviously, filial piety and dedication are what Zhou Dao must carry out.

"Little Yi, this idiot, such a big opportunity, I don't know if I can make it through." Zhou Dao dispersed the real stove and turned to leave.

The fat Daoist's Sect inheritance is extremely domineering, and if his destiny is not enough, he will inevitably suffer doom.

On the surface, Wang Xiaoyi got the chance, but it is still unknown whether he has digested his life, especially when he is about to step into the four changes of the refining realm.

The battle was silent and unknown.

That night.

A message reached Pingjiang Hongmen.

"What? That fat Daoist isn't here anymore?" Hong Tongling frowned as she looked at the letter in her hand.

That was the expert she had tried so hard to find. It was originally to deal with the Dragon King Festival, and something that had already been agreed had unexpectedly changed?

"Mother, I think that Fatty is a liar." Beside him, the maid said.

Back then, when Hong Tongling brought the fat Daoist back, she didn't look like a good person. As a Taoist, she knew how to eat chicken all day long.

Hong Tongling shook his head.

She met that fat Daoist by accident. Although she didn't know the details of the other party, but as the mistress of the Hong Sect, she had read countless people, and she naturally knew that the fat Daoist was not just superficial, he cultivated Taoism and possessed great supernatural powers.

"Mother, that Fatty also asked someone to send a bag of things."

Hong Tongling opened the cloth bag, which was filled with grain, golden like bean sprouts.

"This is... Daomi!?" Hong Tongling was surprised.

That fat Daoist really had a lot of background, knowing that he missed the appointment, he even sent a bag of rice, but it was a bit of a master.

"Did he say why?" Hong Tongling asked.

Such an expert will do what he says, and it stands to reason that he will never regret it innocently.

The maid gave a slight pause and nodded, "He only asked someone to bring a sentence."

"what?"

"The world is vast, Hidden Dragon Crouching Tiger!"

Hong Tongling's eyes condensed, and a look of surprise appeared on her pretty face.

...

Late at night.

The mountain wind whistled, and all the trees bowed their heads.

Ping'an Town in the distance is like a sleeping baby, and it is quiet.

"Your injury should be fine!" Calm words sounded on the top of the mountain.

A thin Daoist silently looked at the town of Ping'an in the distance.

"Damn, that kid is really ruthless." Fat Daoist spat.

"If you can control your own mouth and cultivate with peace of mind, with your talent, you won't fall into the hands of a junior." Thin Daoist said lightly.

"Senior brother, pure heart and few desires are not what my generation asks. You and I have different paths." Fat Daoist grinned and grabbed a chicken leg.

"It's hard to hold your heart, and it's hard to bend your horse... This may be your doom..." The thin Daoist shook his head, but he didn't force it.

"Senior brother, why is there such a small ghost hiding in this small town of Ping An?" Fat Daoist couldn't help but asked.

His senior brother is proficient in the technique of looking at Qi, and naturally he can spy on it.

"Little Peaceful Town?" The thin Daoist smiled softly, as if mocking.

"This place is not small, deep in the mountains and swamps, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon..."

"That kid is not bad, do you want to put him in the door wall?" Fat Daoist asked maliciously.

"I can't take my turn..." The thin Daoist turned around and was about to leave. "You can go too, don't stay in the right and wrong place, that kid doesn't need to worry about it, his luck is too strong..."

Fat Daoist rolled his eyes, "Could it be that he is the one with the most luck?"

At the beginning, his senior brother saw that Wang Xiaoyi's luck was extraordinary, and he was able to rank third in this Ping'an Town, so he asked Fat Daoist to accept him as his apprentice and forged a good relationship.

Thin Daoist shook his head. "No, he came second."

"Second?" Fat Daoist was stunned. "Who is the first?"

"People you can't offend!"

The voice fell, and the thin Daoist turned into a Sword Ray and flew away.