Don’t get me wrong, immortals are all simple and unpretentious!

If there is anything in this world that can be infinite, it is the power of thought.

With just one thought, you can imagine the world falling apart.

But you have to have a way to let the power of mind come into play. Li Wudao had this way. Xue Tu chopped off the bull's head with an unmatched and overwhelming advantage!

"Qiang!!!"

The harsh sound of metal friction resounded throughout the cave. The cowhide was so thick that the blood-slaughtered weapon after the evolution of the sword spirit could only scratch a tenth of it.

"That's it……"

Liu Rumeng's ghost body laughed wildly, and the sense of danger was indeed not much.

Of course, Li Wudao didn't give up and took out his sword crazily again.

But this kind of attack, which can barely scratch the skin, is obviously unable to cause substantial damage to the opponent.

Even if it's tetanus, the skin still needs to be broken open.

The invincible ancient evil sword was once again broken and fell into the sand. It's not that the blood slaughter is not strong, but the person who uses it is not strong enough, and the sword has not returned to its peak condition.

"Ant, if you chop slowly, my two brothers will no longer be with you!"

After saying that, Liu Rumeng disappeared on the spot.

Only Immortal Li was left who was still fighting hard.

Although his physical strength and mental power were unlimited, he could not break through this layer of cowhide, which made Li Wudao very angry.

"It seems that there is only one way to open up!"

Stopping chopping, Li Wudao's eyes gradually became firmer.

Right at this moment-

"Mi Tofu, donor, do you need help?"

An old voice broke the lifeless atmosphere, familiar yet strange.

Li Wudao looked at the person with blood-red eyes, wearing rags and linen clothes and a shiny bald head.

The old face is like a Shar-Pei that has become a spirit.

Li Wudao couldn't help but be stunned, and said with some uncertainty: "Are you a bald donkey?"

"I haven't seen you for many days, but Wu Dao Donor is still so polite. How are you doing?"

Zen Master Liaoyin smiled compassionately, and the folds on his face could kill flies.

"I'm fine, but you seem to have almost... where is this "roasted silk and thunder" Shapijing?"

The previous feud was almost over, and Li Wudao didn't use any harsh words to hurt anyone, and just greeted them normally.

"Haha, everything cannot escape the word cause and effect."

Zen Master Liaoyin remained indifferent, as if he had seen through everything, "If the poor monk helps you chop off the head of this cow and horse, can the innocent donor please promise the old monk a favor?"

"What did you say first?"

Li Wudao had to be wary of this old monk.

Seeing Li Wudao's wary face, Liao Yin smiled bitterly and said, "It's not a big deal. Please take good care of the poor monk's reincarnation..."

"Reincarnated body...are you going to die?"

Li Wudao thought about it but thought it was wrong, "Isn't the reincarnation of this continent cut off by Little Heavenly Dao? You reincarnation is a piece of shit. Do you want me to help you become a ghost?"

"You'll know, how about it, do we do this deal or not?"

Monk Liaoyin smiled mysteriously and looked at Li Wudao expectantly.

"make a deal!"

Without any hesitation, Li Wudao agreed.

He didn't want to do it even if he could, not to mention the deal this guy proposed was not excessive.

"Then it's settled, the knife is a good knife, but unfortunately the blade is not sharp enough, so let the poor monk help you!"

After that, the monk's eyes gradually became serious. He took off the rosary beads from his wrist, placed them neatly on the ground, and bowed three times facing the void.

Then he came to the black knife in an instant, and a pair of fleshy palms firmly grasped the blade.

"All kinds of cause and effect, thousands of reincarnations! All sins have been paid for now. I will use my blood to fight for you! I have no tofu!!!"

The dark golden blood flowed out like amber and was instantly absorbed by the blood massacre.

The old monk held the blade tightly, and aged from head to toe at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The skin withered inch by inch, and the body gradually became rickety.

Only one pair of eyes shines brightly.

"Damn it, you're serious, you don't have to work so hard, I have a way to deal with this pair of cows and horses!"

Things happened too quickly and exceeded Li Wudao's expectations.

This bald donkey who is always annoying, actually sacrificed himself to start a bloodbath...

He wanted to withdraw the blood but the old monk held it tightly and the knife would not move at all.

"This poor monk makes a vow here to enter Buddhism in a clean future. If he does not keep the precepts and is not afraid of the causes, the Dharma name is 'non-precepts'."

After using his last strength to say the oath, Monk Liaoyin gave the dumbfounded Li Wudao one last look, with a relieved smile on his lips.

"thanks……"

After saying that, the last drop of dark golden blood was exhausted, he let go of his hands, and his body continued to shrink, gradually turning into a milky white ball the size of an egg.

Flying into Li Wudao's hands...

"This is a relic..." Li Wudao held the ball in his hand. He couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad because this annoying old monk was sitting in front of him.

"You will not die in vain!"

After imitating Yin's tone, Li Wudao muttered "rice tofu" and then set his sights on the bloody massacre.

At this moment, the golden light of the Blood Massacre was shining brightly, like the dazzling sun.

After just one glance, Li Wudao's eyes were blinded.

Fortunately, in an instant, Li Daxian's eyes recovered again, and he still had the dark pig-killing knife in his hand, but a finger-width blade had appeared on the blade.

"Knife, how do you feel?"

Upon noticing the change in the blade, Li Wudao immediately thought of Haodaer.

"It's so cool!"

Li Xiaodao's excited voice entered the sea of ​​​​consciousness, and his image also appeared.

He has grown taller, this was the first thought in Li Wudao's mind.

At this moment, Li Xiaodao still looks like a stick figure, light and light gold, and fully thirty centimeters tall.

What made Li Wudao's balls hurt even more was that the boy's originally blurry facial features had become clear, and his appearance looked very familiar.

Isn’t this just a smaller version of myself?

"My son is like me, there seems to be nothing wrong with him..."

Qian Qian comforted himself, Li Wudao clenched the sword in his hand, raised his sword eyebrows upside down, and jumped high.

"Come die!!"

A loud shout resounded in the cave, "Whoa!"

The blade flashed past, and the bull's head as big as a millstone rolled to the ground.

"Come again!!"

The effect was so ideal that Li Wudao felt as if he had been given a shot of chicken blood, and he struck another blow with his backhand.

"Shh!"

The horse's head fell to the ground with a grunt.

At the same time, the Ghost Sect.

Liu Rumeng's ghost body, which was about to devour tens of thousands of Blood Sect disciples in one gulp, stagnated, and she looked up to the sky and screamed, "Impossible!!!"

Then his eyes became confused for a moment, then became clear again.

"Little Dream Girl..."

Chang Wuming wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and his throat rolled.

It was too scary. The female ghost beside the immortal just now suddenly came and looked at him like she was looking at the delicious food on the dinner table.

The strong pressure made him tremble all over.

He tried to strike up a conversation, but when the other party spoke, his rough voice almost knocked him off the clouds! Falling to the other side of the mountain...

"Feel sorry!"

Liu Rumeng's voice returned to its previous state and disappeared before his eyes in an instant.

Chang Wuming and the Ghost Sect disciples were left stunned.

Qingluan Peak Unnamed Cave.

Li Wudao was like a stone sculpture, staring at a pair of heads.

The bull-headed eyes radiate red light, and the horse-faced eyes radiate green light.

Li Wudao's eyes were filled with emptiness.

He saw a picture of a woman in green with a ponytail holding a long sword. One sword cut off the gate of heaven and the other sword closed the underworld.

The sword shattered, and the woman's face turned pale, but she still couldn't hide the heroic look on her brows.

At this moment, two ten-foot-tall figures strode forward, with human bodies and ox (horse) heads, and ferocious faces.