Yin and Yang Taoist Code

Gritting his teeth, Dao Yanming's face turned gloomy.

He knew that there were uncivilized star-chasing harriers left in the world, and he also knew that there was such an existence beside Li Chuyi, but at every critical moment, Santiao would escape one step ahead, so although he knew about it, he never had the chance to see it.

This time, after being admitted to the Three Yuan Realm by Xuan Binghan Prison, Sanjou, who had a premonition that something bad was going to happen, escaped quietly first, but after escaping, he regretted it. As his intelligence became higher and higher, he no longer just followed his instincts. Driven by reason, it is very worried about the safety of other people, and it feels that it should take them with it.

But by the time it remembered this, it was already too late. The Black Ice Prison and the nearby large snowfields had completely disappeared. It circled back and forth around the ruins at a loss, and was not swallowed up until the extremely cold wave caused by the birth of the Ice Luan Heart. Forced to leave.

After integrating a little bit of the power of the bracelet, he could vaguely sense the location of the rotten gourd, but this time it lost its direction. Neither Hao Youxiao nor the rotten gourd felt anything, and it circled Mobei like a headless fly. The southern border wanders back and forth, longing for the day they can be reunited.

Days passed day by day, the sun disappeared and night fell forever. It was not until the sky split open today that the true face of the Three Yuan Realm was revealed, and it finally sensed those familiar auras again.

With his mind burning, his impulse suppressed his instinctive fear. Sanjou plunged into the Sanyuan Realm with unprecedented fearless courage. His innate magical power made all the old immortals and monsters around him unaware. Even the distracted Daoyan Mingya was deceived by his consciousness.

But it didn't know that at this time, the three fires between its eyebrows not only connected together to form a perfect flame ball, but also separated into two undetectable fine lines that connected to its eyes, as if to connect them. The flames are as bright as the eyes.

Sanjou has no other ability than the ability to escape, which is rare in the world. The innate magical power attached to its bloodline not only makes it its instinct to seek good luck and avoid disaster, but also gives birth to a strange power after the fire pattern appears, protecting it. It shuttles through many crises seamlessly, and its leaves do not stick to its body. It is extremely magical. How powerful Dao Yanming was, and how tightly sealed his spiritual thoughts were, yet he was dodged and touched all the way to Hao Youxiao. He didn't dare to say anything and could only wink at the Taoist priest desperately.

The Taoist priest also had a delicate mind and understood its meaning at a glance. When Dao Yanming's mind was not on him, he cleverly used the secret method of golden cicada to escape, picked up Hao Youxiao and several acquaintances nearby, and did the same thing. The Burial King followed Sanjou and fled outside.

People, they can't save that many, they can only stay close. Who can be saved and who cannot be saved depends on their fate.

It's too late to say it, but it's too early to say it. Everything is just a blink of an eye. Within three breaths, they were able to leave the Three Yuan Realm through the side of the crack. Just as they were about to escape, Dao Yanming, an old man who had killed a thousand swords, came to his senses and discovered them.

"Want to leave? Humph!"

Dao Yanming, who was extremely angry, did not pursue them. Instead, he condensed a Dharma Body directly in front of them and reached out to grab the Taoist priest with his big hand.

"Get out of here!"

The Taoist priest shouted angrily that he would never let anyone take Hao Youxiao away from him. He urged his Dantian violently and tried to hit him with the force of Jiuhe. The clinker Dao Yan ignored him and Hao Youxiao and took the lead in escaping. Sanjou ignored them, and his hand passed by them and grabbed the Burial King not far behind him. He couldn't help but pull it to his side.

This time, the Taoist priest did not expect, nor did the burial king. According to what they thought, Dao Yanming's target must be Hao Youxiao, or at the worst, it should be the Taoist priest himself. Hao Youxiao and the Taoist priest are both Li Chuyi's lover and Li Chuyi's master. Both of them are more suitable than the Burial King to destroy Li Chuyi's state of mind. No one should be arrested. This can only be considered as the Burial King. Be an acquaintance.

"Don't even think about it!"

How could the Burial King sit still and wait for death? He threw away the man in his hand and started punching him. As a result, after he punched out, several rays of divine light suddenly shot out from behind and hit him on his back. There were also dozens of love chains sandwiched between them, tying him up. A strong man, growling and helplessly dragged to the front of Dao Yanming.

"I have worked hard to shape you, how can I let you escape!" Dao Yanming said coldly.

"Don't try to use me!"

Unable to struggle, the Buried King was determined to die. Daoyuan rushed into his Dantian against his luck, and shouted loudly without looking back: "Let's go!!!"

He would rather self-destruct and be annihilated than be used by others. The Taoist priest pursed his lips hard and said nothing. He changed direction and tried to escape. The impact of the self-destruction of the clinker did not arrive, and Dao Yanming sneered disdainfully. got up.

"I don't care whether you live or die. What I want is not your soul, but your life!"

With a hook finger, he lightly raised the Burial King. The Burial King's resistance stopped instantly. The aura on his eyesless body quickly dissipated, and he died silently.

Holding something in his hands, Dao Yanming's face didn't look good. It was obvious that the seemingly easy hook just now had a heavy burden on him. His face was ugly, but he was excited. His tired eyes were dancing with excitement, and he was looking straight at his empty palm, as if something really existed.

The hair on the Taoist priest's hair suddenly exploded. He couldn't see it, but he knew that Dao Yanming was not pretending. This old thief had really stripped away his destiny. The soul that has lost its destiny not only has its fate collapsed, but its soul itself is also in a state of disintegration. No matter how powerful you are, your soul cannot exist in heaven and earth without the support of fate. Dao Yanming is basically killing the Burial King. How can a Taoist not be afraid?

I was also raised by Dao Yanming, doesn't that mean...

A chill filled my whole body, and I wanted to protect myself but I didn't know where to start.

Glancing at the Taoist priest noncommittally, Dao Yanming ignored him and didn't even stop him from running away. He summoned a few rays of divine light to wrap around him, and then stretched out his hand to draw a stroke in front of him.

"come out!"

A figure came out in response. He had a Taoist robe with green beard and white hair, and a pair of piercing eyes. When he saw the Taoist priest, his complex expression flashed past, and then he knelt down in front of Dao Yanming.

"I have met Lord Mingzun."

The Taoist's face darkened as soon as Baijie Taoist appeared, but he couldn't help but become confused when he heard that he called Mingzun instead of Master.

Naturally, Dao Yanming would not give him an explanation. He nodded casually and said in a non-questioning tone: "The time has come. It's time for you to repay your kindness."

There was no immediate response. Taoist Baijie raised his head and whispered: "Mingzun, Xiaolu..."

"Of course I will remember what I promised you, and I will make arrangements for that woman. You don't need to worry about it." Dao Yanming said with impatient eyes.

He breathed a sigh of relief and quickly glanced around with his peripheral vision. He was a little disappointed not to see that familiar figure. Soon after, he suppressed these emotions in his heart and Taoist Bai Jie lowered his head deeply.

"Yes, I would like to comply with Ming Zun's arrangements."

Without any nonsense, Dao Yanming directly pressed the top of Baijie's head and lifted it gently with five fingers. When nothing was seen, the aura of Baijie Taoist also dissipated quickly like a buried king, and he died in the blink of an eye.

"The cycle of hundreds of calamities ends here..."

The last murmur echoed in his ears, and the sourness and relief in it made the Taoist's heart tighten, and Dao Yanming sneered.

"Idiot, no wonder I can't withstand the power of Jiu'er. I can't even decipher a word of love. What a waste!"

Angry and angry, the Taoist priest wanted to kill him, but for the sake of Hao Youxiao and the other people he saved, he had to endure it and continued to follow San Tiao to find a way out.

Deep down in my heart, my hatred for Taoist Baijie was slightly reduced, but my hatred for Dao Yanming was rising steadily.

No matter what the reason was, whether Taoist Bai Jie took the initiative or was forced to do so, what he hated was Dao Yanming's cold-bloodedness, and what he was angry about was Dao Yanming's words.

Dao Yanming ridiculed Baijie as a fool who couldn't decipher the meaning of love, so how could he himself be the same?

Anyone can say this, but he is not qualified. But not only did he say what he said, he said it confidently, and he had no sympathy for the Taoist Baijie who was willing to die. The Taoist hated Baijie for not fighting, and felt that Baijie's death was not worth it.

When he was dying, he was still worried about Lu Yan's safety. No matter how evil the Taoist Baijie Taoist was, he still had merit. Dao Yanming's complex of ridiculing others when he is troubled by love is difficult to understand. This kind of old man who lives in a pit but makes fun of others' stinky farts is really disgusting.

"You should feel lucky that these were originally prepared for you. You should thank that child for showing up!" Dao Yanming said with a smile, raising his empty hands.

The Taoist priest's eyelids were twitching, and he was so angry that he didn't even want to look at him. He protected Sanjou and kept moving closer to the crack that was so close in front of him but as close as the end of the world.

After he sends Hao Youxiao and others out to settle down, it won't be too late to come back and hack this old man to death.

The Taoist priest ignored him, and Dao Yanming didn't care. He gently sent the two groups of invisible fates in front of him, then summoned two groups of the same things and put them aside, and activated the secret seals to hit them in one move. past.

"The breath of reincarnation, the principle of immortality, a little inspiration, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other!"

Immediately, the four separated destinies began to spin and entangle along mysterious trajectories. Although they were still invisible, there was a sense of mystery emanating from them.

"Practice the way for heaven, preach the law on behalf of the way, the way of heaven and the law will be fulfilled, and the destiny will be born by itself!"

There was a bang in his mind, and the Taoist completely understood.

He finally understood why the old thief Ming deliberately cultivated several types of people who should not exist.

The old man is not trying to change his destiny against the will of heaven, but to create his destiny against the will of heaven. He is preparing the destiny for the new life of Sanyuan Taoist!

Not only does he want to resurrect Taoist Sanyuan, but he also wants to act on behalf of Heaven and prepare a great fortune for Taoist Sanyuan that will shine through the ages!

Based on the immortal destiny of reincarnation, and the wisdom of knowing it from birth, the fate of the Buried King and the Hundred Tribulations are intertwined and attached to the destiny determined by heaven, where fortunes and misfortunes depend on each other. All that is missing is the soul shell that accommodates the destiny, which was originally one's own , after the original soul appeared, it was replaced by Li Chuyi, and he became the guardian of the new soul shell.

This old thief has been looking forward to his own death since the beginning. Why is he reluctant to kill and wants to stay and take care of Sanyuan Taoist? It's all his fault. This old thief is using waste because he has no use for him. From the beginning to the end, he has no idea at all. Kindhearted!

The Taoist priest was trembling all over, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Seeing that his fate was about to be fulfilled, he looked at Hao Youxiao in his hand and the other pale faces around him, and felt extremely hesitant.

Destroying the destiny will definitely cause serious damage to the old thief's plan, but ignoring these people...

It didn't matter to others, Hao Youxiao was his goddaughter and disciple, so he couldn't bear to make this decision.

Instead of embarrassing him, someone took action.

But seeing who that person was, the Taoist priest's heart felt cold, and Dao Yanming also frowned.

"Master, please wait a moment. My destiny has not yet been fulfilled, so I have to wait a moment..."

The crazy Li Chuyi couldn't hear it. He first grabbed a pair of orbs and pressed them into his eyes. Then he grabbed the unfinished destiny with one hand and struck Dao Yanming fiercely with a palm from the air.