The Mortal Immortal

Just when the Taoist Master was worried about how to remove the scar, suddenly a bright light suddenly appeared in the distance, and a powerful aura roared towards him.

The Taoist World Honored Master gathered his consciousness to look towards the spiritual light, and suddenly saw Wentianjun, who was charging straight towards him with a fierce momentum!

"Ask the God of Heaven and ask the prince, Tianjun!"

"Why did he appear here! And he rushed straight towards me!"

Suddenly, the Taoist Master touched the scar on his forehead and shouted in his heart.

"No! I fell into a trap!"

"It's not that that kid can't get rid of me, but he wants to frame me as the descendant of Changyuan, and then use Wentianjun's hand to get rid of me! Now I have become the prey."

"His heart can be killed! His heart can be killed!"

The World Honored Taoist was in a panic. He was naturally familiar with the geniuses of the human race on the Flying Immortal List. Although Wen Tianjun was not a fusion-stage monk, he had already defeated the fusion-stage monks.

No matter how much he, the Taoist World Honored Master, might ask him, he would not think that he could handle Wentianjun with certainty.

"Oops! As long as this scar is there, it can't be explained!"

"Run! There is really nothing good to gain from fighting against a talented human being like Wentianjun!"

Master Shizun turned around and was about to run away, but Wentianjun was extremely fast. He had sensed huge spiritual energy fluctuations here before, and now his keen consciousness directly locked onto Master Shizun. The scar on the Taoist Master's forehead immediately attracted all his attention.

"As expected, he is a descendant of Changyuan! Huh! You led me to such a wilderness and want to get rid of me here? Well, let me ask Tianjun to see what is so powerful about your Changyuan lineage! "

Wow!

A bright light landed in front of the World Honored Taoist, directly blocking his path.

Wentianjun looked at the World Honored Taoist with bright eyes and suddenly frowned: Early stage of integration? From the intelligence point of view, isn’t the descendant of Changyuan at the peak of virtual refining? Could it be because he killed Lu Deyuan and Shi Qisheng and reached the integration stage? Damn it, this is going to be tricky. But now that I'm here, I ask Tianjun that he's not afraid anymore, so what about the monks in the integration stage! war!

Wen Tianjun looked at the pale Taoist Master Shizun and snorted coldly: "In the combined stage, it is true that the descendants of Changyuan do not fight unprepared battles. But don't think that you can easily deal with me, Wentianjun, in the combined stage! You choose this battlefield. It’s quite nice and you won’t be disturbed by others. In that case, let’s stop talking nonsense and let me experience the power of Changyuan Daotong!”

Having said that, Wentianjun clasped his hands in his fists, and the phantom of a founding god statue suddenly rose from behind him. This was the physical image that Wentianjun had visualized by observing the founding god statue day and night. The image embodies his understanding of "Wentian" A profound understanding of the Immortal Sutra.

As the statue of the founding god gradually rose, Wentianjun's momentum gradually overwhelmed the Taoist World Honored One. The Taoist World Honored Master looked at Wentianjun who had the statue of the founding god in his body, and couldn't help but gulp down the foam.

"etc!"

The Taoist Master immediately shouted to stop.

"Little friend Tianjun! Don't make a mistake! Pindao is just a casual cultivator, not the descendant of Chang Yuan who brought trouble to the human race. Little friend Tianjun can't fall into other people's tricks!"

Hearing Taoist World Honored Master shouting for a truce, Wentianjun frowned tightly: "You still dare to argue with me now. The scar on your forehead has already made your identity clear. Changyuan Daotong has always been famous for his ability to change the sky and the earth. You Do you think you can get away with it by transforming into an unknown Taoist priest?"

"No! No!"

The Taoist World Honored One is impatient.

"Pindao is really not the descendant of Changyuan. Little friend Tianjun, listen to Pindao. The scar on Pindao's forehead was carved by a traitor. The traitor hoped to pour dirty water on Pindao to attract the sky. Little friend Jun will fight to the death with Pindao to get rid of Pindao!"

After hearing the words of Taoist World Honored Master, Wentianjun's murderous intention gradually receded. He did feel that something was strange. He felt that the descendant of Changyuan deliberately leaked the news and led him here. Logically speaking, he had fallen into a trap. The descendant of Changyuan should have struck hard. Why did he actively avoid the fight?

What if, as the man in front of me said, he was being used as a gun?

Under all kinds of doubts, Wen Tianjun did not attack Taoist World Honored One directly and said: "Since you said you were framed, please heal the scar on your forehead. The scar on the forehead of the descendant of Changyuan was left by Taoist Chi Yuan, his predecessor. It cannot be eliminated. As for you, a monk in the integration stage, as long as it is not caused by Taoist Chi Yuan, you should be able to heal the scars now, and I will believe what you say."

Heal the scars!

The Taoist Master's face gradually turned ugly.

He tried to heal the scar almost all the time, but the scar contained a large amount of strange power, which was extremely difficult to refine.

Seeing the World Honored Taoist hesitating, Wentianjun's eyes suddenly turned murderous. He snorted coldly: "A single scar of the integrated monk can't be healed. Why are you pretending to this prince? I'll take you to the Five Stars to see Jade." Dean Xu!”

"No, no, no!"

Taoist World Honored Master really didn't want to have a conflict with Wentianjun. He hurriedly waved his hands and said: "This scar has a special origin. Even if Pindao has the ability to combine body, it will be difficult to refine and heal in a short period of time. Little friend Tianjun, you really have to believe in Pindao." , Pindao definitely didn’t lie to you!”

"Well!"

Wentianjun snorted coldly: "You said you need time, then surrender immediately and return to Wentian Divine Realm with this prince. There will naturally be people in the Divine Realm to help you heal your scars. When the scars really heal, I will let you go. Don't Challenge my patience again!”

Go ask the God Realm! ?

The World Honored Taoist thought silently in his heart: I, the World Honored Taoist, have brought harm to countless sects while walking in the world. If I go to the Wentian Realm, I will be recognized immediately. Even if it is proven that I was framed, I will definitely be charged with other crimes by the Wentian God. Entering the Wentian God Realm is a dead end!

Then, Taoist World Honored Master glanced at Wentianjun, who looked like he was about to take action if he disagreed with him.

We can't confront this person head-on, nor can we go to the God Realm with him. The only option now is to run away!

Therefore, Taoist World Honored Master showed a look of helplessness and said: "Since little friend Tianjun is so suspicious, then I can only prove Pindao's innocence by returning to Wentian God Realm with little friend Tianjun." Then Master World Honored Master stretched out his hands. , signaling Wentianjun to tie him up.

Seeing this scene, Wen Tianjun's doubts about the Taoist in front of him being a descendant of Chang Yuan disappeared a lot, but he was still ready to use the golden lock to restrain the Taoist World Honored One and bring him back to the Wentian Dynasty.

But suddenly, a spiritual light suddenly appeared in the hands of the World Honored Taoist, and suddenly countless sound wave rings sped out from his hands and spread between the heaven and the earth. The sound wave rings impacted Wentianjun one after another, causing his vision to shatter, his ears to buzz, and his consciousness to waver.

Seeing this, Master Shizun Taoist ran away without saying a word.