Yin and Yang Taoist Code

Suddenly, a wisp of black thunder penetrated the earth and hit the Taoist priest squarely.

A small trace was not enough to hurt the Taoist priest, but the Taoist priest's face changed drastically. He grabbed Ziyuan and ran away without hesitation. The land they were on turned into powder as soon as they left it, and thousands of black thunders crisscrossed it. In the meantime.

The Taoist priest had already exposed his traces, and there was no need to continue to hide. He raised his hand and slapped his body hard, and a crack in the void that was two people high suddenly appeared.

"Come in!"

Instructing Zi Yuan to hide in the sleeves of his robe, the Taoist priest wanted to step in, but as soon as he put his feet in, he quickly retracted and saw that the cracks in the void were already filled with black thunder.

The color of the tribulation thunder blends seamlessly with the pitch-black void, and the aura of each tribulation thunder is perfectly restrained. If his spiritual sense hadn't been sharp enough to detect it first, he would have fallen into a trap and been cut into pieces by now.

"asshole!"

The Taoist priest was anxious and angry. He touched his waist and remembered that the rotten gourd had been given to Li Chuyi. After cursing for a few times, he could only take out the mahogany sword, bit off the tip of his tongue and smeared the blood on it, and then moved upward from bottom to top. The sky swung violently.

"Open the sky!"

Suddenly, a gap opened between Jie Yun and Jie Yun. The Taoist priest seized the opportunity and flew away, but his feet gave way and he was dragged to the spot. When he lowered his head, he saw that the thick soil had turned into a mire at some point, and his lower body was completely stuck in it. Inside.

Shocked but not panicked, the Taomu Sword turned its spear point and swiped at the feet again.

"Build the land!"

The quagmire immediately split to both sides, and the Taoist priest quickly pulled out and rose into the sky. Instead of escaping, he rushed over thinking of the gap that the robbery cloud had opened.

Escape will only lead to being trapped in endless thunderstorms again. Only the gap he created can have a glimmer of hope. Because of his magic barrier, the robbery cloud could not invade here for a while. He broke out of the clouds and penetrated directly from outside the Nine Heavens Cloud with brute force. He could also enter the void outside the underworld. Even if the underworld is watching over there, it is at least much safer than tearing open the cracks in the void by himself. He can assess the situation and adjust his avoidance and retreat at any time.

He soared into the sky like a retrograde meteor. The surrounding calamity thunder desperately tried to squeeze into the channel he opened. The ground under his feet completely turned into as soft as water, and countless sharp ground thorns followed at his feet. , if you slow down even a little bit, you will be overtaken and penetrated by them.

Without looking at his feet, the Taoist priest stared at the bright light in the crack.

It's not far away. If you give him about ten breaths, he can rush out. By then, he will be more sure of escaping.

However, Ming Dao did not give him a chance.

There was a sound like crushing glass, and the bright light at the end suddenly dissipated, and the cracks quickly closed from top to bottom. If the Taoist priest did not stop, he would be locked in the calamity cloud, and his end would be even worse.

"You idiot, don't give me any chance, you idiot!"

He stopped and swung his sword to scatter the thorns under his feet. His thoughts were changing in a flash, and he gritted his teeth and took out a few Taoist talismans.

Different from Li Chuyi's paper talismans, the Taoist priest's Taoist talismans were made of leather and came from an unknown creature. Each one exuded a terrifying aura without being activated by magic.

Regardless of his heartache, the Taoist priest continued to change his Taoist formulas in his hands. Instead of bursting out with astonishing aura, each leather talisman restrained itself and disappeared from sight with a slight flicker.

"The world is reversed, time and space are reversed!"

The moment the seal was cast, everything around him stopped.

The black tribulation thunder kept its ferocious appearance and surrounded the surroundings. The ground thorns that were chasing after them again were frozen in place, and the scattered soil also stopped quietly.

His chest was heaving violently, and the Taoist priest had no time to look at this dreamlike and strange scene. His eyes were fixed on the direction in which the crack was closing, and he stretched out his right hand and twisted it hard from right to left.

No twisting.

With such a simple movement, he seemed to be twisted against an iron wall. Big beads of sweat rolled down his face. His right hand was shaking violently, and even his knuckles were turning blue and white, but he still couldn't twist his hand. Go down.

"Damn it, if the soul is intact, I...!"

After saying a word of self-pity, the Taoist hurriedly cheered up. It's useless to complain at this time, finding ways to solve the problem is the most important thing.

"I don't believe it!"

His eyes were extremely firm, and his lips trembled slightly as he silently recited the scriptures of the "Tao Canon". The Dharma he had learned and the Tao that had been integrated into his heart were constantly flowing and intertwined in his heart, combined with his majestic Dogen transformed into a magical force flowing to his right arm.

Under the influence of this force, his right arm was intertwined, one virtual and one real, until the interlacing speed became faster and faster, so fast that the arm almost disappeared. At this time, the right hand that was stuck suddenly moved, and in one breath Twisted around.

In an instant, as if rewinding, everything around him moved in the opposite direction according to the path that had happened before. The thunder and calamity that had dissipated once again condensed and went backwards. The calamity that was about to come also retreated back into the calamity cloud and disappeared into the calamity cloud. It disappeared.

At the end of the calamity cloud, the bright light that had disappeared appeared again.

Taking out several kinds of powerful spiritual materials and stuffing them into his mouth, the Taoist stood up again and rushed towards the bright light. His right hand always kept the twisting posture. Blood stains kept spurting out from the almost disappeared arm, but just now After leaving the body, he disappeared into nothingness and disappeared without a trace.

The bright light became wider and wider, and the Taoist priest's joy became more and more intense.

Just three breaths!

After three breaths, he will be able to escape from this ghost place!

Unfortunately, Ming Dao once again demonstrated his ruthlessness and power.

The moment before the Taoist priest was about to rush out, his right arm exploded to pieces like a firecracker, leaving only a few strands of rotten flesh hanging on the stark white bones. If he hadn't sealed the backlash in time, the right half of his body would also have been damaged. Escape from bad luck.

And the exit disappeared again.

The calamity cloud instantly rose a thousand feet higher and ruthlessly closed the exit. The same was true below him. The calamity clouds surged and piled up layer by layer. The Taoist priest lost his light in an instant, and was surrounded by darkness that even the Taoist eye could not see through.

The "Tian Yan Fate Technique" reached its limit, and he wiped his eyes with essence and blood, but he still couldn't see anything.

Four of the five recognitions are blocked, and only the ears can still hear the sound. But hearing it was no different than not hearing it. Apart from the deafening rolling thunder, there was nothing else to hear.

The surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth is completely controlled by the underworld, and the Taoist priests cannot borrow even the slightest bit, and can only rely on their own Dao Yuan to support themselves.

But this is not a long-term solution. He estimates that with half a stick of incense at most, Li Chuyi can visit his grave next year.

"Damn it, uncle, people hugged me from time to time, why am I so miserable when I came from time to time?"

Smiling to himself, the Taoist priest concentrated his thoughts. At this moment, he hesitated whether he should leave the rotten gourd next to Li Chuyi. If he had a gourd in his hand, even if he was unconscious, he wouldn't be able to trap him. It's good now, I have the Taoist skills but I can't use them. I can only watch myself being struck by lightning.

It's ridiculous that he just laughed at Qian Yun Kong for having power but not being able to use it. In the blink of an eye, he himself has fallen into this situation. Is this considered retribution in this world?

"So people still have to be kind and be cautious in what they say!"

Smacking his tongue in self-mockery, the Taoist priest put away his mahogany sword.

I guess I can't get over this hurdle. Anyway, if I'm going to die later, I'll try to find a way to give away my treasure first, and then come back to get it later.

Thinking again of the purple kite and the five little ghosts in his sleeve, the Taoist priest couldn't help but have a headache.

He may still have a glimmer of hope, but what will Ziyuan and the others do?

When the heavenly punishment falls, they will really die. The Taoist priest really can't think of how to explain to his stupid apprentice. He knows very well how deep the relationship between the little fat man and them is.

But there is no way, he can't protect himself now, and he really can't take care of them. You may not even be able to give away your own treasures. Sending Ziyuan and a few out of trouble is basically a dream.

"Forget it, I may not be able to survive yet. If I really want to survive, just tell the truth to the brat. The worst I can do is get beaten up by him. I'll find a chance to come back later and I won't lose if I get beaten up a few more times. , Well, that’s it!”

Nodding with satisfaction, the Taoist priest sat cross-legged, feeling calm.

Since he couldn't escape anyway, he simply tried his own strength to see how long he could contend with the underworld with only his remnant soul.

"Dao Yanqing, can you do it? I'm a useless person, but you haven't killed me yet. Are you embarrassed?"

"Hey, hey, try harder! Don't just make thunder, get some rain to water it. Isn't it boring to just hit you with lightning? Do you think you are Tesla?"

"Hey, talking about it, I remembered something. I found that I have never seen your true face after we have known each other for so long. Look, I am going to die. Can we show your face and let me see? Don't show up like this Make some smog and make eyeballs, that’s scary. Are you too ugly to see people?”

"By the way, let me ask you another question. Are all four of your senior brothers men? Are Dao Yanxuan and Dao Yanxin also men? Grandmaster is not authentic. Men and women are equal in my hometown. He is Why do you only accept male disciples?”

"By the way, is Grandmaster married? He is so powerful. Is his wife a human or a monster? I have been with my old man for so long, and I have never heard him talk about having a wife. Grandmaster, he can't be Are you a bachelor?"

I don’t know if he was angered by the Taoist priest’s words, but the calamity rain was not there, but the calamity wind was blowing wildly.

The wind and thunder combined with hardness and softness, and the Taoist priest's protection was suddenly broken down one after another, until it was close to his body before he could hold on, but his body was still cut with blood marks by the remaining energy of the Gangfeng.

Without wiping it off, the Taoist priest continued to sarcastically ask questions from Sanyuan Taoist like a curious baby, but the only answers he received were the increasingly fierce Jie Lei Gang Wind and those three words that kept echoing in his mind. ——You deserve to die.

"Yes, yes, I know, can you please stop saying this and say the fourth word and you will die?"

The Taoist priest responded lazily. Sometimes he really doubted whether the three masters and uncles were mentally retarded. They couldn't say anything else except "You deserve to die."

The Dao Yuan in his body was almost dry, and the Taoist estimated that he only had a dozen breaths left to survive. Even though he was prepared and calm, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Throughout his life, there have been ups and downs, and he has encountered both great joys and great tragedies in life. Generally speaking, he has lived a pretty good life.

It's a pity that this scenery only lasts until today. Whether it can make a comeback in the future is still unclear.

The Taoist priest has no regrets, just some regrets. His wife has not been found, his soul has not been found, and now he has left a stupid apprentice alone in the world after his death. Without her to protect him from now on, I don't know if that silly boy will be bullied. The most important thing is that I haven't held my disciple in my arms yet.

If he had known this, he should have given the stupid boy some medicine, so that he could have the pleasure of being a grandfather.

Thinking of this, the Taoist smiled.

He hugged his grandson before his son could hug him. What did he do?

Suddenly, a bright light appeared in front of his eyes. The Taoist blinked and looked at it a few more times before he was sure that he had seen it correctly.

In the endless darkness, an old man wearing a bamboo hat appeared out of thin air. While casting a spell with one hand to protect him, he waved the other hand several times. The nearby calamity clouds were instantly annihilated, revealing a large hole.

"I'm going, old man, why are you here?" The Taoist priest's face was full of surprise, and there was an imperceptible twinkle in his eyes.

The old man chuckled, raised the brim of his hat, revealed a kind face, and looked at the Taoist priest gently.

"Do you still have to ask? As usual, I'm here to wipe your ass!"

The Taoist priest also smiled, ignoring the thunder around him, stood up and bowed respectfully.

"Disciple Li Zaitian, pay your respects to the master! Old man, you are not dead yet. Disciple is very happy. When you come back, you can fish me out and we will continue as usual. You accompany me to visit the brothel, and I will treat you to a drink of flowers!"