Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

The voice just fell.

Wearing luxurious theatrical robes and an official hat, the square-faced troupe leader Zhang had a cruel smile on his face.

His arms were twisted and folded behind his back, and then with a snap, his arms broke, and two tentacles connected to his arms swung wildly on the stage, looking very excited.

Whizzing!

The two tentacles swung their arms.

Flying straight towards Chen Yuan and the other two.

"Puppet?" Taoist Xuanyuan raised his eyebrows, and swung the whisk without animal hair as a short stick. The arm attached to the tentacle immediately hit the handle of the whisk, and then quickly retreated. Taoist Xuanyuan swung the whisk without moving a step.

Look at Chen Yuan again.

Even more ruthless and decisive.

The long sword was unsheathed and closed in an instant.

The sword light was filled with murderous energy, and a cold light suddenly appeared.

The left hand had already broken off at the tentacle part and fell to the ground, blood flowing out. The left hand, which had lost control, began to rot and pus visibly. In the blink of an eye, the flesh and blood rotted away, and the bones were exposed.

"A puppet made of a living person."

Taoist Xuanyuan stared and said in a deep voice.

"He's different from a fake. This white-faced fellow is quite formidable, with countless magical powers." Taoist Xuanyuan tore off his robe, revealing his swollen back sores again, grinning, "But you've delayed my money-making and pretended to be me. I'll fight you to the death today!"

Tensions.

The two sides are as hostile as water and fire.

I won’t stop until I kill the other party!

"Fellow Taoist, let's go together!" Taoist Xuanyuan showed his mouth full of black teeth, waved his whisk in his arms, and rushed straight to the stage owner Zhang.

puff.

Suddenly.

Taoist Xuanyuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he slowly lowered his head, staring at the sword that pierced his chest and was surrounded by murderous aura, feeling extremely terrified.

"You...are not...Wuwei!"

Chen Yuan drew out his sword, flashed in front of Xuanyuan Taoist, and quickly brushed his left hand across his face. His original appearance instantly turned into a pale face, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed.

"Hehehe~ Fun~ Really fun~"

"How about it, is it fun?"

The white-faced man raised the corners of his eyes and mouth high in a grin, staring playfully at the Taoist Xuanyuan who was gushing blood from his chest. His theatrical robe swayed in the wind, and he looked at the Taoist Xuanyuan's gloomy face, waving his hands excitedly, looking like a man of fun.

Smiling from ear to ear.

"You have to smile~" Bai Lian put his index fingers on the corners of his mouth, slid them back, and made a smiling face. "Old Taoist priest, didn't I tell you that if you don't smile, the gods and ancestors... will be unhappy. Haha~"

Hey!

Taoist Xuanyuan's defense was broken instantly.

been played!

puff!

Chen Yuan, sword in hand, charged out from behind, his whole body filled with murderous energy. He thrust his sword fiercely, instantly piercing through Bai Lian's body. He stared intently at Bai Lian, dressed in a stagecoach robe, turning into a pool of fleshy mud. His brow furrowed as he turned to look at Taoist Xuan Yuan and asked, "Taoist Xuan Yuan, are you alright?"

"Cough cough." Taoist Xuanyuan staggered over, covering his chest. He hurriedly took out a few maggots from the sore on his back with his right hand, and then stuffed them into the wound. The maggots quickly burst, and soon the wound was healed by the pus released by the maggots.

"Who are you!?"

Chen Yuan frowned, "I am the Taoist Wuwei!"

Taoist Xuanyuan looked incredulous.

just now.

He simply can't trust anyone easily.

Bai Lian's magical power of changing faces and impersonating others.

It's really weird.

Even their methods and magic tools can be faked.

There is no flaw at all!

Even if the Taoist Wuwei is standing right in front of him.

There was no way he could believe that the other party was real!

This is bad.

There is no fighting at all.

The two of them were in a stalemate.

Chen Yuan concentrated his mind, thinking about how to break the deadlock.

"Just now on the road, Taoist Xuanyuan suddenly attacked me, and I almost fell into his trap. When did he change his face? Is there really no loophole at all!?"

Chen Yuan thought secretly.

"Wow~ You came here so quickly."

The white-faced man's face flashed across the face of another actor on the stage again, and then he smiled sinisterly, like a famous opera actor who was in control of the entire situation. He looked at Chen Yuan and the other supporting actors on the stage, controlling them like puppets and playing with them, and he was so happy.

he…

He is a master of opera!

Everyone.

They are all puppets for him to play with at will!

hee hee~

It’s really fun.

Taoist Xuanyuan's face turned pale. "Fellow Daoist Wuwei, what's going on? How come you disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

"I'm the same as you. Just now, you suddenly attacked me on the road, and then I realized that it wasn't you!" Chen Yuan's face was not looking good. Bai Lian's magical power was nowhere to be found, and the person next to him was replaced unknowingly.

Even though he was on guard.

White Face didn't hurt him at all.

But who knows how many counterfeits Bai Lian can produce with their faces replaced? If the fight continues, the evil energy in his body will surge, and his soul will be washed away by the evil energy, turning him into a bloodthirsty killer.

and.

The Blood Curse Sutra will also take advantage of the chaos to cause trouble.

situation,

Not optimistic.

If he continues to drag it out, it will be disadvantageous to him!

"Kill all those actors!" Chen Yuan focused his attention on the dozen or so actors on the stage and warned them in a deep voice, "Be careful of everything around you, especially me. Don't let any of you trick me!"

"Oh oh!" Taoist Xuanyuan nodded repeatedly.

Chen Yuan said.

It is the only way at present.

The white-faced man is the one who performs in operas, and all the actors are replaced by his white-faced man. Therefore, if all the actors on the stage are killed, sooner or later there will not be enough white-faced men!

He still doesn't believe it.

The magical power cultivated by Bai Lian.

Can make endless faces!

If that were the case.

He could only do it before he ran out of energy.

slip!

As for the villagers of Xiaoshizi Village.

You can only hope for the best.

The two men stood on both sides, with serious expressions, and went straight to the actors on the stage!

Chen Yuan's long sword was filled with murderous aura.

He stepped on the ground and jumped high.

He held the sword in his right hand, and the murderous sword light slashed straight down. He waved his Taoist robe in his left hand, and three Tiangang talismans were sacrificed. Two terrifying forces fell on the simple stage.

Click!

The wooden boards of the stage were torn apart.

next moment.

Flames shot up into the sky, and a raging fire started.

puff!

The thick paste on the back of Taoist Xuanyuan burst, and maggots swarmed out like flowers scattered by fairies from heaven, wriggling in slime all over their bodies. They surrounded the burning stage, alert to any actors who might jump out of the sea of fire!

In the firelight.

Rows of actors with white faces painted on.

A weird grin.

hee hee~

Those who heard it felt cold all over.

"Oh, what a vicious nature!" Taoist Xuanyuan was shocked.

More evil than evil spirits.

"Just like that...burned to death?"

Taoist Xuanyuan muttered secretly.

Puzzled, he turned his head to look at Chen Yuan in the distance. However, as soon as he turned his head, his pupils shrank, his mouth opened wide, and he raised his skinny arm, pointing at Chen Yuan.

"Fellow Daoist Wuwei... which one is you?!"

Chen Yuan frowned.

He turned his head suddenly and his eyes met.

"Clang!" The long sword was swung and collided immediately.

Two figures stepped back.

Chen Yuan felt a surge of crisis.

No awareness.

Just appeared beside me silently.

white face…

Evil is everywhere!

"You really don't die that easily."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice,

"I am the real one, I am the Taoist Wuwei. Who are you?"

Chen Yuan's expression changed slightly, but before he could think about it, his pupils suddenly dilated, his heart beat violently, and the fierce and evil aura between his flesh and blood mysteriously disappeared!

There is no suppressed blood curse.

It rushed through the flesh, blood and meridians like a flood!

White-faced he...

Stole the Blood Evil Sutra!