Daojun reborn in Marvel

After saying that, Wang Li turned his head and patted the snowflakes off his shoulders, and then flicked the blood that had been located on Gu Yi into Fan Wujiu's magic power.

Fan Wujiu bared his teeth and shook his palmless right hand. A trace of blood foam flew out from the dark and ferocious section, staining a snowflake red.

Then his immortal body used his Taoist skills and a brand new palm grew out from the fractured surface of his wrist. Soon the entire right hand, which had been cut off by Gu, returned to its original shape.

The time between the beginning of growth and complete recovery is less than three seconds.

Although Fan Wujiu's immortal body and the Taoist methods he practiced are not comparable to the top physical sainthood Taoist methods such as Yang Jian or Sun Wukong, such as the Eighty-nine Mysterious Techniques and the Seventy-two Transformations.

However, general broken limbs can still be recovered quickly.

"Master Daojun, I'll come as soon as I can." Fan Wujiu clenched Xinsheng's fist, making a crunching sound.

Wang Li waved his hand at him and asked him to handle it on his own.

Fan Wujiu bowed respectfully to Wang Li, then activated his magic power and instantly turned into a black shadow, shooting away with the positioning that Wang Li gave him.

At this time, the time that had just stood still had returned to normal. All the tourists present just felt a black shadow flash past, and two people disappeared from the top group of people.

"It's over." Wang Li patted Zheng Xian, who had just come out of stillness and didn't know the situation.

"Oh, um." Zheng Xian glanced at the surrounding situation with his eyes, and saw the snowflakes with small blood stains on the ground and the disappeared Gu Yi and Fan Wujiu. Being smart, he immediately understood what was going on.

"Do you need me, Daojun, to handle the aftermath?" Zheng Xian asked after a moment of digestion, gesturing left and right with his eyes.

"No, it's just a little fly, don't worry about it too much." Wang Li shook his head, then waved to them and walked ahead to the inner hall of the Taoist temple.

When Wang Li took the first step, Chen Shiyan and the others followed Wang Li's footsteps.

Behind the inner hall of Wudang Mountain is a living area for Taoists. Outsiders are generally not allowed to enter here.

A few old and tall trees, a small martial arts training ground, and a few houses in a row, that's basically all there is to it.

After stepping out of the inner door of the inner hall, the noisy sounds of tourists outside were suddenly cut off. Wang Li turned around and waited for them all to come in.

After they came in one by one, the king left the door.

"I renewed the Changming Lantern for Zhenwu. Originally, this matter belonged to him. After all, it is his orthodoxy. But he is not here now, so I went over and renewed it for him." Wang Li turned around and faced Chen Shiyan and the others. He said softly, with a gentle expression.

"This is the destiny of our disciples." Chen Shiyan and others all knelt down.

Several Taoists burst into tears upon hearing this, with tears sticking to their shirts.

There is no other reason. This world has gradually lost the inheritance of orthodox Taoism since the Song and Ming Dynasties. These inheritances are not just the Dharma books that directly point to the avenue of heavenly immortals and golden immortals.

What's more, the world is gradually blocking the practice of Taoism. In fact, not only Taoism, but also Buddhism and the major mainstream sects in the West have declined.

On the contrary, genres that have long been in decline or are very niche have flourished and reappeared in the eyes of the world.

Wang Li speculated that it was the Nordic Gods and the group of people who were behind this, but these are things of the past, at least for the current Taoist sect.

"Well, you should continue to do your own homework and continue to cultivate your own Tao. I have introduced the Tao inheritance into this world. From now on, wherever there are Taoist temples in the world, there will be inheritances. No matter how big or small, you have to watch it. Your own creation.”

Chen Shiyan and others bowed again.

"As for you," Wang Liyou pointed to a few of the Eight Immortals and Ten Heroes, "just stay here for now. From now on, you will follow Master Chen's instructions for all activities. Since you want to learn Taoism, you must first learn how to burn the heart. Do you understand the first incense?"

Of course the Eight Immortals and others did not dare to say anything, so they immediately imitated Chen Shiyan and others and knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Li respectfully.

"Okay, let's leave this matter as it is for now. I won't go to Longhu Maoshan and other places." Looking at the people below him, Wang Li nodded and continued.

"Well, where is Daojun going now?" Zheng Xian stuck his head out from the side and asked Wang Li.

He knew that Wang Li was telling him.

"Of course I'm going home to celebrate the New Year. Why don't you go home to celebrate the New Year?" Wang Li asked with a smile.

"Uh" Zheng Xian didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Master Patriarch, this disciple also wants to keep Wudang Mountain this year. This year is the death anniversary of the master." Just when Wang Li was about to turn around and leave, Princess Xiangyun stood aside for a moment, and then she mustered up the courage to say.

"Well, then you can stay. I'm not letting you stay," Wang Li said in a funny tone.

He didn't let Princess Xiangyun go with him. He didn't know what she was thinking.

Seeing that there was nothing more to say, Wang Li turned around and left, along with Zheng Xianhuaixu and others.

But this time, in order not to attract unnecessary attention from tourists on the mountain, Wang Li took them and flew away from the sky.

At around eight o'clock that night, in a small courtyard of Ji Mansion, a group of people were busy preparing New Year's meals around a small table, while heavy snow was flying in the sky.

"I'm sorry Master Daojun didn't catch him," Fan Wujiu knelt on one knee in front of Wang Li, lowered his head and said in shame.

After hearing Fan Wujiu's words, Wang Li raised his head and glanced at Fan Wujiu, and then a trace of his mind was running in Zi Mansion. After a while, he understood the reason.

Judging from his reaction to locating Gu Yi, Gu Yi is no longer at this latitude, hiding in a chaotic place.

And this place is very mysterious. Judging from the feedback from God, it is full of gloom and decaying darkness as well as layers of whirlpools of space and time. It is natural that Fan Wujiu cannot catch her.

After all, the immortal Fan Wujiu is not enough to break through the barrier of time, but Gu Yi doesn't need to worry about anything now. If he hits the Thirteenth Palace of the Beidou, Gu Yi's life is equivalent to being cut off directly by him. Now She should be struggling on the edge of death immediately, and she might die in the next second.

Unless she lives again.

"If you can't catch her, just ignore her. Go deal with the disciples she left behind. After clearing out the Heavenly Emperor's group, I still wanted to wait a few days to see them who also occupy the Kunlun Taoism. Unexpectedly, She was quite enthusiastic and came over to die on her own.”

"I understand. I'll do it right away." Fan Wujiu nodded, stood up, and prepared to walk outside.

"Not now, come here and eat dumplings now."

Wang Li tapped the porcelain bowl with his chopsticks and made a clear sound.