Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

"Haha! Surprising! Unexpected!"

Chen Yuan, with a white face, had a bared mouth, and his entire head was stuffed with pitch-black tentacles. His white face with four stripes became even paler, as if it were a work of art made of flesh and blood. It was so white, disgusting, and chilling.

Different from ordinary facial makeup.

Ordinary facial makeup tends to be covered with greasy paint, which blends with the skin to form a weird facial makeup.

But this white face.

The whole face of flesh and skin.

It has completely turned into a white and greasy face.

"They're all... fake!" The soft skin of Wuxiang Bodhisattva began to tremble, and drops of greasy meat oil seeped out from the cracks in the skin, sliding down along the pits and cracks of the rapidly shrinking skin that looked like dry tree bark!

She is falling apart.

"Wuxiang! Don't believe him!"

The old immortal Xiaoyao shouted.

But how could the Bodhisattva Wuxiang, whose soul had collapsed, be awakened by just one word from the Immortal Xiaoyao? Moreover, the Immortal Xiaoyao had no idea whether the Bodhisattva Wuxiang's magical power of formlessness was a scam of the White-faced Elder!

"Hehehe~ Thanks to you, I ate so many faces, they tasted so delicious." White-faced Chen Yuan controlled Chen Yuan's body, but soon he was stunned, "Huh? What's going on? Whose memory is this!?"

"Alchemy? Or using living people to make the elixir?"

The white-faced Chen Yuan's eyes were confused.

Exploring the special memories that suddenly emerged from the depths of his memory, which were clearly not there just now, it was as if they appeared suddenly without any signs. Even the white-faced elder was stunned for a moment.

“Damn it!” Xiaoyao Elder Immortal rushed to the side of Wuxiang Bodhisattva and immediately used his Xiaoyaoyou magical power. “Since you can’t figure it out, I can only forcibly modify your memory to maintain your body. Otherwise, if you continue to collapse, there will be no hope!”

A forged memory of a fantasy.

Delve into the depths of the consciousness of the formless Bodhisattva.

soon.

The collapse of the formless Bodhisattva's body began to stop, and pieces of skin recovered again. Although she had lost the ability to steal faces, in her subconscious, the formless ability was real.

"So... this is true."

"Of course it's true!" Xiaoyao Laoxian breathed a sigh of relief. "If it were fake, do you think Bai Lian would let it out to deceive people? The real thing... is the most deceptive!"

Fake things deceive people.

After all, it is full of loopholes.

It's hard to believe.

But once the real magical power is used, the practitioners will not be able to detect it at all. Although the Bodhisattva Wuxiang was really fooled by the White-faced Elder, but in fact... at least the Wuxiang magical power is real.

"Huh... The White-Faced Elders of the Face Mask Cult are too difficult to deal with." Wuxiang Bodhisattva was still terrified. "No wonder I subconsciously thought the White-Faced Elders were the easiest to deal with. Now that I think about it, it was all the White-Faced Elders' hints in my soul, subtly influencing me!"

Such influence.

This is a higher level of deception.

Unknowingly.

She actually thought that the white-faced elders were the easiest to deal with. Now that she thought about it, the entire top leadership of the Mask Cult were all white-faced. A group of yellow-faced elders were fooled around and finally became food for the white-faced elders.

Thinking hard.

The Facebook Cult...are all a bunch of lunatics.

Not only do they not treat people as human beings, but even their own followers are pawns for them to cultivate their supernatural powers. They can be slaughtered at will without any hesitation or friendship.

"Then him?"

"do not know."

The old immortal Xiaoyao smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Haha~ This elder has remembered, you are... my father." White-faced Chen Yuan suddenly knelt on his knees, prostrated himself on the ground devoutly, kowtowed respectfully, tears streaming down his face, "Father~ I really miss you!"

"This is what you always do?"

"Oh, this is what children should do."

talking.

The white-faced Chen Yuan grabbed the black tentacles on his head with both hands and tore and pulled them hard. Soon, the tentacles were pulled out bloody along with the flesh and blood in Chen Yuan's body!

Hanging on Chen Yuan's face.

Swinging brightly!

"Hiss~~" The old immortal Xiaoyao was shocked. He turned his head to look at Wuxiang Bodhisattva and asked in a serious tone, "Has the Face Mask Cult... gone mad to this extent!?"

Bodhisattva Wuxiang remained silent.

But she felt...something seemed wrong.

"But friend Chen Yuan... I'm afraid he won't make it." The old immortal Xiaoyao sighed, "Buddha, can you defeat this guy? If he really lets him out alive, the people will suffer!"

Since the epiphany.

The old immortal Xiaoyao is no longer the same as before.

He now,

On the premise of self-freedom,

More concerned about,

Others are equally free.

This is the true meaning of free and easy travel.

Bodhisattva Wuxiang remained silent.

She now felt more dejected than ever before. The formless magical power she had cultivated for many years turned out to be nothing more than a cultivation method deliberately released by the White-Faced Elder. Even if it was true, so what? If the White-Faced Elder didn't practice, how could he be that strong?

she,

He is nothing but a puppet played by the white-faced elder.

It's ridiculous just thinking about it.

The old immortal Xiaoyao was also helpless.

With his free and easy travel illusion, he could only modify a small part of Wuxiang Bodhisattva's cognition to prevent his soul from continuing to collapse. However, if he wanted to change Wuxiang Bodhisattva's fundamental character, his level of cultivation was far from enough.

This battle,

The outcome is already decided.

...

The white-faced elder ignored the two of them.

Because his focus was all on the deep soul of the body he had just seized, in addition to the three souls, the other strange memories became deeper and deeper. The white-faced elder's soul was confused, as if he was slowly falling into an endless abyss step by step without knowing it.

"Hmm?" Xiaoyao Old Immortal was stunned. "He...what happened?"

"who are you!?"

The white-faced elder's face, which seemed to be made entirely of white putty, was filled with confusion and inexplicable inquiry, trying to figure out the secret deep in Chen Yuan's memory.

It's not his fault.

He is just a white-faced elder who practices the magical power of stealing faces.

No memory, no secret, is allowed to remain unknown to him.

A strange possessiveness.

How can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch?

Even if it was stolen, so what!

It's all his!

There must be no secrets that he doesn't know!

He wanted to find out.

Gotta figure it out!

Not reconciled!

He is a white-faced boss.

The entire Wuxiang Bodhisattva is a bunch of yellow-faced trash.

He played us all around!

How could it be possible not to figure out the secrets in the soul of a mere confused little Taoist priest!

immediately.

The white-faced elder suddenly grabbed his face with both hands and tore it hard. The skin was torn off, along with a layer of tender flesh and blood tentacles. Blood flew everywhere, revealing his blood-red facial features filled with strange tentacles. Blood... fell down!

"Come out now!" the white-faced elder shouted angrily, "I don't believe you anymore. Don't even think about hiding from me today!"

Drink it.

The white-faced elder aimed his two palms at the faceless man's face and stabbed it hard, splashing blood. His fingers scratched his face wantonly. Gradually, the two arms became longer and longer, turning into two tentacles, which followed the messed up face, passed through the neck and trachea, and drilled into the internal organs!

From the inside out.

Just take it out like this.

It was as if the entire body was being eviscerated.

It's like everything is turned out!