Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

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Drops of sticky liquid adhered to the entire heart, and thieving hands swayed on the surface of the heart, like a sea urchin with limbs. Countless thieving scriptures poured into the heart, and a ray of mysterious thieving skills flickered in Chen Yuan's heart. Gradually, the heart became completely black, just like the black heart it once was.

Chen Yuan for a while.

Also a little dazed.

But the origin of theft has found a place to reside.

Next, you can formally practice stealing scriptures and master the third origin. Your strength will also be further improved. You will practice in an unknown direction, and no one knows what you will eventually become.

The immortal fate was not touched.

But the origin of good and evil gave birth to the Judgment Palace.

But it is no less than the fate of immortals.

"There is something weird about it. Could it be that there is another way to become an immortal? And the devouring origin that Gu Qianqiu cultivated before is very likely one of them?" Chen Yuan thought secretly.

The road to immortality.

Or.

The principle of continuous cultivation.

It looks like there are a lot.

Whoosh whoosh.

While he was thinking, the pitch-black tentacles that had drilled out of his seven orifices, crawled all over his body and tightly entangled himself with it, began to retract rapidly, shrinking from the stuffy internal organs and intestines to the surface of his heart. With the heartbeat, they burst out, retracted, gradually calmed down, and stayed there safely.

The origin of theft has found its destination.

Next.

It means to completely master the art of stealing scriptures and enter the realm of immortals in the mortal world by stealing scriptures.

...

"Thank you for your help." Taoist Xuanyuan grinned, his face full of wrinkles, and he bowed repeatedly, thanking Xu Dazhuang. "Thanks to your help, I saved a lot of effort."

Xu Dazhuang learned that Chen Yuan was looking for the Immortal Xiaoyao, so he sent the Zhenshensi to follow Long Ming and his men in the search, and soon they successfully found the Immortal Xiaoyao and his companions who had rushed to Cangshan Road.

They are both safe.

But the conditions are not very good.

After all, the old immortal Xiaoyao has cultivated the Heart Sutra. Although it consumes a lot of energy to maintain the freedom of mind for a long time and stabilize the connection between Guan Baizhu's mind and body, he has a deep foundation. At this time, he is just mentally exhausted, and there is no other problem.

But Guan Baizhu is different.

Her heart had been taken away by the three-eyed man for a long time.

In addition, they suffered different destinies.

This causes the soul and body to become extremely weak.

You may die at any time!

"No need to be polite. Brother Chen's business is my business. Besides, he helped me solve a big problem this time. This little thing is nothing."

Xu Dazhuang raised his arm slightly in his sleeves, waved it, and reminded,

"By the way, go back and tell Brother Chen that he has the original power of the three of us in his body. Although most of it is just pure energy, it still has the original characteristics of each of us."

"Too much chaotic essence has accumulated in his sea of consciousness... We must always be careful of the essence causing a backlash."

"I will also help him check with the Suppression Bureau to see if there is a permanent solution."

Taoist Xuanyuan put his hands in his sleeves, hunched over and bowed repeatedly, "Hehe, Taoist Wuwei is really lucky to have a friend like you. You can help him a lot, unlike me... Alas, I'm old and useless. I couldn't help him at all this time."

talking.

Taoist Xuanyuan looked a little lonely.

He has average talent.

When they first met, he and Fellow Daoist Wuwei could deal with the White-Faced Mask Sect together, but when they met for the second time, he found that the gap between them was like a chasm. Until now... Fellow Daoist Wuwei even killed a semi-immortal cultivator, while he... was still confused about how to cultivate to become a mortal immortal.

this life.

The immortals in the mortal world are too ethereal and vague.

He will never be able to achieve it in his lifetime.

"Everyone has his own destiny, don't force it."

"I understand."

"Okay, you go quickly."

"Okay." Taoist Xuanyuan bared his teeth again, drove the strange carriage, and pulled Xiaoyao and the other immortal towards the Nether Valley.

"Lord Tiangang, traces of natural disasters have been discovered."

Inside the company.

A Disha rushed in front of Xu Dazhuang, knelt on one knee, and said in a hoarse voice.

"Notify Long Ming."

"Yes!"

Xu Dazhuang took out the special pill refined by the evil spirit and swallowed it. The exhausted original aura in his sea of ​​consciousness quickly recovered, and the weak original aura nourished this body again, and the aura... became more and more weak.

Deal with two Scourges.

His condition must be restored as soon as possible.

Otherwise we can't deal with it.

It is a turbulent time, and the affairs of Cangshan Dao are not over yet. Natural disasters occur frequently, and all the Daos in Daheng are in danger. If these natural disasters do evil everywhere and release disasters, it would be okay, at least Tiangang can suppress them quickly.

What we are afraid of is the accumulation of natural disasters.

Then he disappeared again.

This is the most terrifying thing.

It was like Daheng had buried countless mines.

Once all detonated.

The imperial power may be overthrown!

...

Netherworld Valley.

Taoist Xuanyuan and his entourage arrived safely. All the Ten Thousand Mountains fell into Chen Yuan's hands. They had a smooth journey and the Gu Masters were there to protect them, ensuring that no accidents would occur. The treatment was first-class.

"So, friend Chen Yuan is practicing the Stealing Sutra."

"Uh-huh."

"I really didn't expect that Bai Butou would eventually choose this path. The last earthly immortal of the Daoist Sect... eventually returned to dust." The old immortal Xiaoyao looked a little tired, and he sincerely lamented Bai Butou's choice.

"Senior, can you hold on?"

"good."

"Senior, you have to hold on for a while. Fellow Daoist Wuwei has to start from scratch to practice stealing scriptures, and they have to be stolen scriptures from the Red Dust Fairyland. It will probably take at least a month or so." The old Taoist Xuanyuan smacked his lips, frowned, and said worriedly.

"I try my best."

"No need."

The Chaos clone came in front of the two of them.

"Ok?"

"He's...almost done it."

"So fast!" Taoist Xuanyuan exclaimed.

"I just took a shortcut. I had the ready-made origin of the thief, so I swallowed it whole. I can barely be considered to have mastered the thief scripture. Although it's only half-baked, it's enough to solve Guan Baizhu's problem."

Behind the Chaos clone, Chen Yuan followed closely.

"Cattle!"

Taoist Xuanyuan could only marvel.

He was gone for only a day and a half.

Who would have thought that Fellow Daoist Wuwei had actually mastered the art of stealing scriptures, and it wasn't just a simple accomplishment, but he had merged with the very essence of stealing. In terms of stealing scriptures alone, he was comparable to a true immortal in the mortal world.

Except for the cows.

He had nothing else to say.

"There's no time to lose, let's get started." Chen Yuan looked at the huge depletion of Elder Xiaoyao's spirit. Guan Baizhu was also in poor condition, his aura growing weaker. He knew he couldn't drag it out any longer. "I'll have to trouble Senior Xiaoyao to be prepared. If we fail... you'll have to stabilize Xiaozhu's spirit again!"

Xiaoyao Old Immortal nodded tiredly: "Don't worry."

immediately.

Chen Yuan's heart was beating violently.

Countless thieving hands squirmed and stretched as his heart beat. Soon, his internal organs were filled with the essence of thieving, which gradually spread to his entire right arm. The arm, which was originally wrapped in a layer of sticky liquid, turned into a whole thieving arm.

His palm solemnly brushed across Guan Baizhu's eyes.

A strange thread of destiny with countless branches connected different directions of destiny. As soon as it came into contact, Chen Yuan felt that the thread of his own destiny began to tremble slightly, and there was a tendency to split, and begin to diverge towards different destinies!