Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

"Is there something that cannot be said here?" Aning played with his fingertips boredly and looked at Qingyun Laodao without emotion.

Aning was well aware of the evil intentions of the old Taoist priest. Although Si Yan gave her the ability to protect herself, she could not act rashly until she understood his true purpose.

Old Taoist Qingyun smiled, his deep-set eyes shone with a compelling light, and the furrows on his face blended together. He said in a hoarse voice: "Are you afraid of me, little girl?"

"Are you a flood or a ferocious beast? Why should I be afraid? If you have something to say, just say it, and stop talking about what you have to say." Aning smiled contemptuously.

"What if what I want to say is about the guy in the mountain?" Old Taoist Qingyun looked at the girl who sneered with interest, without feeling annoyed at all by the other person's words.

As early as the moment the talisman was destroyed, he felt something was wrong due to the backlash.

However, due to the damage caused by the backlash, he was unable to go up the mountain immediately, so he missed the best opportunity to explore.

He received the call from the Jiang family just as he was going up the mountain. The moment he heard that the little girl who had been married had returned home, he had a bad feeling in his heart, so he made some nonsense to try to stop it.

When he arrived at the Tianshen Temple, the coffin that was supposed to be in the courtyard was missing, and the person on the altar was nowhere to be seen. He knew that the girl who was married to him was probably not a blessing in disguise, absorbing divine power and being resurrected.

After all, the talisman is just a medium for absorbing divine power, and the body is the best storage container.

He did so much for that divine power, but he didn't expect that in the end he would make wedding clothes for others. How could this be possible!

Divine power must only be his!

Old Taoist Qingyun acquired Jiang Mingde's study, and Aning went with him.

Regarding Si Yan's matter, Aning never dared to slack off. Even though she knew that the other party had ulterior motives, she still followed him.

The moment the door of the study room was locked, a strange hoarse muffled laugh erupted from Master Qingyun's throat, which was particularly annoying to the ears.

"Little girl, you must have seen that god, right?" No matter how strange An Ning's expression was, he continued in a hoarse voice: "You also have his divine power. Do you know that this divine power should belong to mine."

An unusual light flashed in Aning's eyes after listening to the old Taoist's words. She slightly raised her eyebrows and followed his words and replied: "It's a joke, since this divine power has come to me, it is mine." , how come it belongs to you?"

"Yours?" The smile on Qingyun's face suddenly disappeared. He cast his cold eyes on Aning, and put his withered and peeling hands into the sleeves of his wide robe and took out a red talisman.

"Without the blessing of my talisman, do you think you can get that person's divine power? Little girl, you always have to return what you take from others. You are just a container for me to store my divine power."

As he spoke, he recited the mantra silently and gave a low drink. The black mist of the talisman in his hand suddenly appeared, and it immediately separated from his hand and floated into the air. Within a few seconds, the talisman emitted a dazzling light.

Then, as if sensing something, he quickly flew towards Aning.

Seeing this, Aning nimbly dodged to the side. The talisman flew into the air, and the black mist became thicker.

Qingyun was still reciting the mantra silently, and his cloudy eyes were a little clearer now, and people could not ignore the strong viciousness in his eyes.

He took out a palm-sized bronze mirror from his waist and bit his hand. The blood fell on the mirror and was quickly melted, like a water-absorbing sponge, greedily sucking up the dripping blood.

Aning struggled with the talisman for a moment, and noticed the small movements of Qingyun's hands out of the corner of her eye, but she had no time to think about it because her body suddenly couldn't move.

Seeing that the talisman surrounded by black mist was about to come up, Aning struggled hard.

Suddenly, the red rope around her wrist glowed with red light, forming an arc-shaped transparent barrier around her body.

The moment the talisman collided, it spontaneously ignited for no reason and was instantly reduced to ashes.

Qingyun's eyes widened, and his two yellowed eyeballs were covered with red bloodshot eyes. He exclaimed: "My talisman!"

Then a large mouthful of blood gushes out of his mouth.

Aning felt her body loosen up and she could move. Looking at the somewhat crazy old Taoist priest, she strategically took a step back, and the power of the red rope slowly gathered in her palms.

"You want to kill me?"

"Killing you is just incidental." Qingyun stared at Aning fiercely, took out two more talismans from his sleeves.

This time he did not recite the incantation, but stumbled over, but the transparent barrier blocked the distance between the two.

"Do you think there's nothing I can do about it?"

After saying that, his eyes flashed fiercely, and he threw the talismans onto the barrier, held them to his lips and recited the mantra silently.

"Emergency is like a law, break it!"

As the black mist on the talisman dispersed, some signs of damage began to appear on the transparent barrier. Aning frowned and saw an experienced hand passing through the crack, trying to tear it apart.

She slowly clenched her fist and suddenly struck towards Qingyun Lao Dao's dantian.

The fist that gathers divine power is so powerful.

I heard the old man groan, and he flew out and hit the corner of the wall hard. He vomited blood and fell to the ground. The hair crown that was originally tied up also fell apart due to the fall.

He raised his head with difficulty, his pale hair half-covering a painfully twisted face.

The backlash from the talisman had already caused considerable damage to his body. He could have held on through gritting his teeth, but that punch directly shattered his internal organs, rendering him unable to move.

Even if you want to hold on, there is nothing you can do.

Qingyun was very unwilling. He looked at Aning intently and suddenly grinned. His sunken eye sockets trembled and blood stained his chest. He moved his skinny fingertips and touched the bronze mirror under him.

The hoarse voice sounded as if a knife had strangled his throat, "The divine power is mine! The divine power is mine! The divine power is mine!"

Aning sensed something was wrong and wanted to stop him, "What are you doing?"

But it's still too late.

With a "click", the bronze mirror shattered, hurricanes spread, and the room was suddenly enveloped in white light.