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Ming Fan and the Taoist priest sat on the coffin. It was rare that she was not chased and beaten by the Taoist priest today.

The Taoist priest moved aside, looked at the person wrapped in bandages like a mummy, and silently moved a few inches away from her.

Well, it’s not that he doesn’t want to train her today, but there is no place on her body that can be trained further.

Ming Fan didn't care either. He just lay on the coffin with a grin on his face.

These days, the closer Ming Fan became to the Taoist priest, the more frightened he became.

It turned out that what he said was true. Not only could he draw talismans and arrange battle arrays, he was also proficient in sword, spear, and alchemy.

If such a person were placed in the four continents, he would definitely be the one to stand out and shine.

But unfortunately, she had never heard of the name of the Taoist miracle doctor.

Ming Fan couldn't help but become curious about the Taoist's identity.

"Hey, how long have you been here?"

The Taoist glared at her and thought to himself that this girl was really disrespectful.

After a long while, he said calmly: "I can't remember."

He has been dead for many years. Who would remember when he died?

"Then...why did you die?" Ming Fan asked again.

There must be some hidden story behind the death of such a powerful monk.

"If you want to die, then die."

The Taoist gave a casual answer, which was concise and clear.

"?"

Ming Fan was stunned. She had come up with a conspiracy theory, and that was it? ? She would never have thought that this Taoist was asking for death.

There is no conspiracy, no overt plot, it's simply because he has had enough of life.

"You...are at a very advanced spiritual level...haha."

"Is there any problem?" The Taoist looked at Ming Fan strangely.

Ming Fan smiled and said, "No, as long as you are happy."

She has seen enough crazy people along the way.

The Taoist didn't take it seriously: "In this world, we are bound by all kinds of shackles and cannot escape from countless constraints.

If that's the case, why not jump out of the six realms? You see, I can live a carefree life now, what's wrong with that? "

Ming Fan looked at the Taoist's soul, his mouth twitched, and he whispered: "Are you sure you can still be called alive?"

Without the physical body, one can only rely on soul power, but soul power will eventually dissipate over time, and in the end, there will be nothing left.

"Do you think I'm as stupid as you guys?" The Taoist saw what Ming Fan was thinking and rolled his eyes at her.

Since he was planning to escape from the Six Paths of Rebirth, how could he not make preparations?

"Little kid, remember, as long as you are strong enough, nothing can restrain you."

"Oh, if that's the case, just live. There's no need to do this."

The Taoist pursed his lips when he heard this. This girl is really stubborn.

"Under the Way of Heaven, all beings are equal. In other words,

No one can escape from the rule of Heaven, so how can there be true escape?" The Taoist looked into the distance, as if reminiscing about something.

Ming Fan put his hands behind his head and chewed two pills in his mouth: "Come on, you are still not strong enough. The real strong ones dare to face the way of heaven."

For some reason, Ming Fan thought of Ming Qingchen.

The Taoist unexpectedly did not refute her argument this time.

"Maybe." The Taoist lowered his head and smiled, "But I am very satisfied with the present moment."

He was not so self-conscious as to go against the laws of nature. He just might have been gifted, had gained some insight into the mysteries of nature, and had taken advantage of loopholes, allowing him to exist as he pleases as he does now.

Now, by chance, I met Ming Fan and his group. I gave them some advice and helped them leave, and that’s the end of this matter.

In fact, people like the miraculous doctors and Taoist immortals are also escaping, escaping in the form of liberation.

But this is his choice, Ming Fan has no right to interfere.

"Hey, my brothers are still alive, right? I don't know if your four clones are reliable."

Ming Fan tilted his head and looked at the Taoist priest.

I haven't seen Lin Wanshu and the others for a long time. I don't know how badly they were beaten, whether they can sleep, how many ribs they have broken, and whether they can get out of bed...

"That is not my clone."

The Taoist figure flashed and walked to the stone gate: "Those are my friends."

He felt life here was a bit boring, so he used a secret technique to split his soul into several strands, namely Sui Ji, Wu Ji and the other four.

"Where are you going?"

The Taoist priest didn't bother to pay attention to her and disappeared from Ming Fan's sight in a blink of an eye.

After all, she probably won't be able to be tortured by me during this period, so why not torture the othersヾ(^?^)?

Ming Fan saw the Taoist priest leave without looking back and lay down on the coffin again.

These days, her mental strength has been constantly draining and replenishing.

The bones in the body broke and grew, grew and broke again.

Now that he relaxed, Ming Fan quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Ming Fan's relaxation was the beginning of the nightmare for Lin Wanshu and others.

Lin Wanshu and Wuji were staying peacefully in the forest, when suddenly tens of thousands of things appeared within the range of their spiritual awareness.

There are flowers, plants, monsters, rivers and streams. In short, there is everything you need.

Even though he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he couldn't handle it.

Lin Wanshu was hit so hard that he felt a sharp pain in his head and passed out.

He found that since he came here, he loved dizziness very much, as if he had made up for the dizziness of the previous twenty years.

"Look at you, you've made me dizzy as soon as you came here."

Wuji shook his head helplessly, stood up and looked at the Taoist behind him.

"Weak chicken."

The Taoist complained and walked away, heading straight to the next one.

Le Shan felt that now his hands were no longer his.

The last time I drew so many talismans was when I was with Ming Fan in Jiuyou Shahai.

He never thought that one day he would experience life and death just because of drawing talismans.

"It's the opposite of Tiangang." Le Shan muttered, glancing at Fa Qing who was like an overseer beside him.

Fa Qing noticed his gaze and looked back calmly.

"You really look a bit like my fourth senior brother." Le Shan said this, not daring to stop his hands.

After all, last time, because I stopped for a moment, I was beaten so hard that I had to rest for two days.

“Draw it like this.”

A new talisman flooded into Le Shan’s mind, so much so that he didn’t even notice when the person beside him changed.

Not surprisingly, because Le Shan drew a divine talisman, his mental strength was instantly drained, his face turned pale, and he fainted.

Fa Qing looked at Le Shan quietly, then looked at the Taoist priest.

"Tsk, you're a noob."

The Taoist kicked Le Shan in disgust and disappeared again.

……

"Stupid chicken."

The Taoist left Rong Hua, with a smile on his lips, and finally came to the stone chamber where Xiao Yunyang and Fa Tian were.

Xiao Yunyang's face was cold as he fought back and forth with Fa Tian. The light emitted by Yingyue was even brighter than before.

Fa Tian leaped back, and the Taoist behind him stepped forward and fought with Xiao Yunyang.

He has good talent. His spiritual roots were destroyed before, but now they have recovered, and his sword power is as sharp as he is.

His swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to the past few days. If he meets a swordsman of the same level, he should be no match for him.

However, the prerequisite is that the opponent is a human being.

The Taoist grinned, blasted Xiao Yunyang away, looked at the knocked out man, and nodded.

"Rough chicken."ヾ(^?^)?

The Taoist was strict with others and lenient with himself when dealing with Ming Fan and the others.

At least if they could leave here, they wouldn't embarrass him.

In the days that followed, Ming Fan and his companions kept jumping back and forth between being beaten and being beaten, and their cultivation naturally improved rapidly.

Ming Fan felt more and more resentful, and he blamed Mu Ming for everything.

When they get out, he will be the first one to be beaten up.

"Oh? Distracted."

The Taoist raised his hand, wanting to blast Ming Fan away as he did before, but he didn't expect that Ming Fan actually dodged sideways.

Ming Fan smiled and pointed to his Dantian: "Thank you for your guidance, senior. I have entered the Nascent Soul stage."