Drug Man Poison [Rebirth]

Li Wuyi is very good at witchcraft and divination.

He counted many things, but one thing he did not count at all.

He couldn't calculate that Wu Yanfu would die at the hands of his weakest little apprentice, let alone that his beloved little junior would one day walk into this mandala as the leader.

Watching the figure who got off the car and stepped onto the bronze gate bridge of the mandala that was cast into a pair of giant hands, Li Wuyi pulled the iron lock in his hand, dragged the medicine man lying on the horse off, and followed.

The big bronze hands slowly spread out, like a Buddha crossing a person ascending to the Mandala of Paradise, but the stairs are covered with numerous skulls. I can't grasp my whole life of obsession, anger, resentment and anger, which has various forms.

Bai Tan has walked across this bridge countless times, but this is the first time with this attitude and identity.

On the mandala, hundreds of people were already waiting, and the remaining five of the ten altar masters had also arrived.

He walked not in a hurry, arrogant and leisurely, his eyes swept over these hands, but he was still a little creepy.

Wu Yanfu once warned him that if there is fear and hatred in his heart, if he persists for a long time, he will become a demonic obstacle. Once he has a demonic obstacle, he will be caught by the hands of these resentful spirits and become one of them.

A gust of cold wind blew by, Bai Tan shivered, suddenly felt his clothes tightened, as if he was really caught.

As soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of a silk belt behind him hooked on one hand.Under the eyes of everyone, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed, but it was the medicine man who knelt down on the ground and untied the silk belt for him with his mouth.

"Master, be careful, you will be in trouble." The medicine man raised his head, his eyes were clear.

"You don't need to remind me." Bai Tan snorted softly, without even looking at him, crossed the bridge, jumped towards the big altar in the temple, passed through the raging flames, and landed on the highest point unscathed on the lotus throne.It was the first time since he brought Wu Yanfu's corpse to the main hall to announce that he would succeed to the throne, and defeated the two Dharma protectors for the first time.

Seeing him passing through the flames of purgatory, the five altar masters all knew that Bai Tan's cultivation technique had been accomplished, and he was probably no less than Wu Yanfu.

"The leader is mighty, swallow the sun and the moon!"

Bai Tan was upset when he heard that, he waved his sleeve and knocked the wine bottle to the ground.

A "clang" resounded through the hall, and the hymn came to an abrupt end.

He leaned back and reclined on the throne.

"Get up. Don't do this kind of nonsense to me. Do you know why I called you here?"

"I don't know, please tell the leader clearly." Two people under the seat responded in unison and greeted the seat.

One of these two people is holding a human bone lute, the other is holding a human bone pipa. A man and a woman have almost the same face. , was Wu Yanfu's most powerful eagle claw, and in the blink of an eye, he showed hospitality to the new leader.

"Stupid, I can't even guess this point." A person stepped between them and knelt down under Bai Tan's seat.

This man was a handsome young man, with his long braids coiled around his neck like a man from Tianzhu, he leaned forward and smiled brightly at him, "Congratulations to the leader for leaving the customs. The leader must have cultivated to the blissful change of heaven, and he summoned us. It is to choose the right "Ming Concubine" and break through the last level."

"Yasha...you have trouble seeing and hearing." Bai Tan recognized this person, and there was a cold look in his eyes.

This Yaksha is also Wu Yanfu's apprentice, but he has left his teacher and had an ambiguous relationship with him.When Wu Yanfu was alive, this person often played tricks on him secretly, especially during the three years of Wu Yanfu's retreat, this person got worse, and once caused him to fall into an ice cave, and he fell into a coma for half a month, almost dying.

Originally, he wanted to find a reason to deal with this person, but who would have thought that he would take the initiative to send it to his door.

He sat cross-legged, with a half-smile, "Do you have a suitable candidate?"

Yasha went to the seat, bowed down: "If you can become the "Ming Concubine", the subordinates will be lucky."

"Oh? Others are avoiding it, and you took the initiative to send it to the door?" Bai Tan raised his eyebrows, pinched the young man's chin, looked into the watery eyes, and blew at him, "You are now a Altar Master, there is a lot to do, using you as a furnace for practicing kung fu...wouldn't it be a waste?"

"My subordinates are willing to devote themselves to the leader, until after they die." Yaksha raised his head, grabbed one of his ankles, bowed his head and kissed the back of his foot to show his loyalty.

Bai Tan pinched his wrist, felt his pulse when he was lifted up, he felt hot as a ball of charcoal fire, his pulse was disordered, it was worse than when he was insane, and he knew in his heart that the kung fu practiced by this Yaksha is Buddha Teach the secret method "Black Water Sutra" in "Ksitigarbha Ten Wheel Sutra", if you double cultivate with this person, it's no wonder he won't be backlashed by him.It's nothing more than coveting blood relics, uneasy and kind.Hmph, is he as stupid as a child?

Do your best?Don't worry about it.

Bai Tan didn't say anything, but he already had killing intent in his heart, and he sealed the spell with one hand.

It was too late, but soon, a puff of black smoke surged from Yaksha's body. He was prepared for it, he touched the rosette with his toes, and spread his arms to avoid jumping backwards.

Seeing that the blow was missed, the Yaksha immediately showed his fierce face, turned his head, and the long braids attacked him like a poisonous python, as if he wanted to die with him. Like lightning, one hand had already grasped the long braid, and the fingers of the other hand formed claws, and then struck down on Yaksha Tianling Gai.

Yasha screamed and fell to the ground, his head was covered with blood, and his skull was shattered.

There was an uproar under the altar, and everyone was shocked. You must know that Yasha was already the altar master, but he was defeated by Bai Tan in one blow.

Bai Tan sat back on the throne and lowered his eyelids: "This seat has just been released, and there are people who can't wait to try my skills. It's really wonderful." He leaned down again, his bloodthirsty red lips parted slightly, like two pieces. Bo Jian, "Knowing that there is no chance of winning, but you still want to seek your own death, why are you doing this?"

Yasha was dying, with his hands curled up, his long hair winding and messy, and he crawled towards him like a ghost: "Master...Master...you killed Master, I will...to avenge him!"

Bai Tan's pupils shrank slightly, he knew that this person was at the end of his battle, so he didn't fear or hide, stood still on the spot, spewed out his inner strength lightly, the hair that spread on the rosette shrank and shrank as if burned by fire.

Against the scorching air, Yasha tried his best to raise his head, his face was covered with blood, and two lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes, staring at him with tears in his eyes.

"Master spoils you so much, why do you want to repay your kindness with revenge? And I, even begging him to take a look at me..."

"Pamper me?" Bai Tan seemed to be pricked by an invisible thorn, kicking Yaksha away was not enough, he just felt a great humiliation, his chest was full of blood, and he hurriedly closed his eyes to get luck.

Memories of the past surged up scene by scene, and they couldn't be suppressed.

Wu Yanfu raised his eyelids leisurely, and looked at the young man sitting on the seat.

Because of his small stature, his feet couldn't touch the ground when he sat on the lotus seat, and his feet were exposed outside the hem of his clothes. If he hadn't been wearing soft buckskin boots, he could see the scars on his slender ankles from years of shackles.

Kill him, become the leader of the sect, think that he is lawless, can he do anything reckless?

The extremely pale eyes narrowed narrowly.

Ha, the shackles are gone, but the traces are still there.

Life...until death, cannot be erased.It's his doll, and it's his doll for the rest of my life.