One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 444 Please

The dark sky and the gloomy mountains are in the same foggy sky and earth.

When Taoist Si Zang turned around and saw the man with yellow face and yellow robe for the first time, he clearly felt the heavy and majestic sense of oppression from the Taishan strongman.

Moreover, he seemed unable to feel any human emotions from the other person, only the meaning of Taoism and Dharma.

"I am Sizang, may I ask what year it is now?" Taoist Sizang asked.

Just now, when he saw Mao Xiaoshan, Han Erguniang and Han Sanguniang, he had no intention of talking. With just one glance, their bodies quickly turned into mud.

After he devoured that group of "gods" just now, he already knew a lot of information, including the current state of this world. The last afterglow of the red flame was already dissipating.

When he was sleeping that year, Chi Yan had just been restrained by the dark clouds. At that time, his life span was over, and he had to fall asleep and enter his own forbidden formation. He didn't expect that after so many years, Chi Yan's afterglow had not yet dissipated.

But fortunately, it is almost over, and the world is about to enter the polar night, which is also a more suitable world for his current infant form.

Zhao Fuyun's earthy yellow eyes looked at the zombie-like Taoist in front of him, not knowing his origins. The other party asked what year it was, but what year could he tell now?

"Yin and Yang are out of order, the weather is uncertain, so how can there be years and months?" Zhao Fuyun said.

Taoist Si Zang raised his head to look at the sky and said, "If that's the case, then forget it. I've just woken up and come back to life. I'd like to make you my friend. I wonder where the Youxian Mountain is?"

"Tiandu Mountain." Zhao Fuyun's voice was deep, but without any emotion.

The other party was silent for a moment. He knew what kind of existence Tiandu Mountain was from the memories of those "gods". It was a holy place for cultivation in this Wu Zhou land and a pillar of the sky.

He was surprised because the information he got from those 'gods' was that there was no clear Nascent Soul cultivator in Tiandu Mountain, but now one appeared.

"So you are from Tiandu Mountain,... Nice to meet you..." His voice was a little stiff. Even though he was quickly adapting to this world, it was still not smooth.

Although the two were still talking, Mao Xiaoshan found that the "earthiness" on his body was fading away quickly, and his body quickly returned to normal. However, the moment he regained his freedom, he felt completely exhausted, and all the magic power in his body was consumed.

He immediately fell to the ground and was unable to stand up for a while.

"You are an ancient person, and I have some questions to ask you." The second Yuanying Taishan Lishi said.

"I don't remember my past very clearly, so I'm afraid I can't answer you, please forgive me." Taoist Sizang said. Of course, he was telling the truth. He didn't want to confront the Nascent Soul cultivators in the holy land of cultivation on this earth as soon as he woke up.

"Oh, it's okay. I can wait until the Taoist's memory recovers. Besides, our senior brothers in Tiandu Mountain must want to meet you." The voice of the Second Yuanying Taishan Hercules lacked some human emotions, but was more indifferent and majestic.

Mao Xiaoshan, who was lying on the ground, listened to the words of the Taishan strongman and felt surprised and worried. He was surprised that he didn't know that there was such a great monk in Tiandu Mountain.

He had never seen this Taishan strongman before. His complexion was earthy yellow. Although his face shape was somewhat similar to Zhao Fuyun's, his aura was completely different.

But since the other party said the three words "Tiandu Mountain", he was naturally surprised and knew that he might be saved. However, the two of them seemed to be fighting, and he was weak and powerless now. He was afraid that a residual light from the spell would be enough to kill him.

At this moment, he just wanted to quickly recover some magic power and physical strength so that he could stay away from the two people. The same was true for the other two Han Kun cultivators.

But when Taoist Sizang heard the words of the Taishan strongman, his heart sank slightly. In his opinion, the people of Tiandu Mountain were too domineering.

I haven't offended Tiandu Mountain, but they actually forced me to go to Tiandu Mountain.

"The actions of Tiandu Mountain are a bit too overbearing, of course, if I have time, I will definitely go to Tiandu Mountain for a walk." The following part of Taoist Sizang's words has two meanings, one can be said to be a guest, and the other can be said to be forced to go to Tiandu Mountain. Obviously, one is good intentions, and the other is malicious.

"There is no need to wait until later. When the Taoist priest just wakes up and needs help, Tiandu Mountain can help him recover his memory as soon as possible." Taishan Hercules said.

"No need." Taoist Si Zang answered coldly. How could he go to other people's mountain gate temple just after waking up? He just swallowed so many gods and ghosts in one gulp, which showed that he was a domineering person.

Anger suddenly welled up in Si Zang's heart, and he thought to himself, "I, Si Zang, finally came back to life, but I met this cold-faced, yellow-skinned man who was rude and unreasonable. If I give in step by step, he will think I am weak and can be bullied. Although I don't know what his ability is, judging from his appearance and aura, I think he is also an earth-based earth vein master. This method cannot hurt me, but I have a method that if he doesn't know it, he can be severely injured. As long as I don't provoke the senior brother in Tiandu Mountain to come looking for me, I just need to hide for a while. When I recover and find an opportunity, I will overthrow Tiandu Mountain. Then I will establish my own sect and spread a Taoist tradition between heaven and earth."

But just as he was thinking about it, the man in yellow robe and yellow face not far in front of him moved. He raised his hand and grabbed him directly.

That hand, when it was raised, still looked like a normal human being, but the moment it grabbed out, it actually swelled in the wind, and in an instant the hand had grown as big as a mat, reaching down towards him. There was no sky in his eyes, only the sky formed by the giant hand, and he had a feeling that there was no way to escape.

There is no door to heaven, and no matter which direction you go, it seems impossible to escape this grasp.

But he is not an ordinary cultivator. He is one who awakened from among the thousands of corpse burial and infant transformation methods.

This method was very popular during that period. Many people who were unable to transform into infants used this method to fight for their future, but only a few were able to wake up.

Before he fell asleep, he was almost invincible among those in the same realm and had hardly ever lost a fight.

Facing Zhao Fuyun's grab, he did not move. Instead, he flipped his palm and a blue and white porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. His mouth trembled rapidly, as if he was chanting a spell.

In the gap between Tarzan's giant hand grabbing down, his spell was completed, and a mysterious clear light emerged from the mouth of the bottle. The clear light shone on Tarzan's giant hand, and the giant hand actually shrank rapidly in the clear light, and like water returning to a lake, it drilled into the bottle and shrank rapidly.

The Taishan strongman did not move, but stretched out his hands, which became huge and grabbed down, but in the clear light of the blue and white porcelain vase, he quickly shrank and reached into the vase.

His hands did not seem to be exploring, but rather to have found a home.

From being as big as a mat, it shrank to the size of a baby's palm in the blink of an eye, and went into the bottle. His whole body seemed to be shrinking as well, as if trying to go into the bottle.

Taoist Sizang wanted to capture the Taishan strongman with his treasure bottle.

At this moment, he felt a little surprised, and a thought came to his mind: "This cold-faced, yellow-skinned man is actually just a silver spear wax head. He seems to have extraordinary aura, but his magic skills are poor."

The other person's whole body was shrinking, and at the moment when he was about to be sucked into the bottle, his hand suddenly shifted direction and bounced towards the bottle mouth.

He clearly saw the other person's middle finger fall on the edge of his bottle.

Ding!
There was a crisp sound.

Taishanli's fingers flicked on the mouth of the blue and white porcelain vase. The vase in his hand trembled, and then he saw a yellow mud-like light spreading rapidly on the mouth of the vase. He felt that his blue and white porcelain vase instantly became a little disharmonious, and this disharmony spread rapidly.

Then, the person, who had shrunk to the size of a fist at the mouth of the bottle, suddenly grew larger and pointed a finger at the center of Taoist Sizang's eyebrows.

Although Taoist Sizang was shocked, he remained calm. He knew that the thing in his hand had appeared in front of his forehead.

When the palms and fingers touched, a flash of ochre light appeared.

(End of this chapter)