Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Damn!

This White-Faced Man is really powerful. He had only copied their magical powers before, but now he actually stole his Blood Evil Sutra and created a Taoist priest who completely practiced the Blood Evil Sutra and held a long sword!

That white face...

Such magical powers,

Just outrageous!

The flesh and blood of his internal organs were wriggling violently. The Blood Evil Sutra that Chen Yuan used to suppress the Blood Curse Sutra was stolen for no reason. Coupled with multiple battles, the Blood Curse Sutra was now difficult to suppress. His entire soul... began to become brutal and evil!

he…

The character is changing towards the path of purity and evil!

Damn!

"Fellow Daoist Wuwei?" Taoist Xuanyuan turned his head and looked around. Seeing the murderous aura of Taoist Wuwei, he raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "Hehe! Little Daoist fellow is amazing. He didn't even use the murderous aura technique he copied from you. This white-faced man... isn't omnipotent after all!"

this time.

The white face has hit a wall!

He actually impersonated them with such brazenness.

I failed this time.

We can't let this damn guy go!

Grab your weapon and kill him!

"Fellow Daoist Xuanyuan, let's attack together!" Taoist Wuwei drew his sword, and suddenly murderous aura rolled out, pressing down on Chen Yuan like a black cloud. His body was agile, like a swimming dragon, and the sword light flashed with cold light, piercing Chen Yuan's chest!

"okay!"

Taoist Xuanyuan exploded with grief.

A series of strange palms were slapped out at the same time.

Coming from all directions.

Chen Yuan was filled with shock and could only grit his teeth and flee in a panic. He managed to dodge the murderous sword, but the hand was extremely strange and unpredictable. It suddenly shot out from the air and hit Chen Yuan's chest directly. Blood splattered in an instant, and his body flew backwards and fell into the haystack.

"Hehe... Turns out you're just a loser!" Taoist Xuanyuan curled his lips and sneered, "Why, you're no match for Taoist Wuwei for not being able to copy his magical powers? You're no match for him either! You've been playing tricks on us all night, now it's time for you to get into trouble!"

talking.

He reached into the festering abscess on his back with his dry fingers, stirred it, and pulled out a few fat maggots. He threw them towards the haystack with his big hand.

Chen Yuan looked solemn.

Just climbed up from the haystack.

Suddenly he caught a glimpse of maggots flying towards him, his expression suddenly darkened, and his chest felt a burning pain. Fortunately, his flesh and blood were not stolen by the white-faced man, so he could only raise his sword and barely resist the maggots.

Cut a maggot in half with one sword.

But the other few crawled on Chen Yuan like maggots, biting his flesh and blood fiercely, sucking his blood in big mouthfuls. In just a breath, Chen Yuan's strengthened blood became much weaker.

Loss of Qi and blood.

I suddenly felt dizzy.

"I am the Taoist Wuwei, he is fake!"

Chen Yuan's face darkened, he stuck his sword into the ground, and grabbed maggots from his body with both hands, forcibly tearing them off from his skin one by one, leaving wounds, blood flowing out, and his body trembling with pain.

"Poor acting."

Taoist Wuwei snorted coldly.

"Hehe, you're still pretending! You should spend a few more years cultivating your face-changing ability. You can't even create the same murderous aura as Daoist Fellow Wuwei, and you can only conjure up a long sword with countless flaws... How foolish."

Taoist Xuanyuan bared his black teeth and laughed.

Chen Yuan's internal organs were in turmoil.

He waved his Taoist robe.

As expected, all the drawn Tiangang Talismans were stolen.

The finger was broken and blood flowed out.

His fingers wanted to refine the Tiangang Talisman with blood out of thin air.

But it stopped in mid-air.

"Damn it! Even the refining method of the Tiangang Talisman was stolen. What a weird method!" Chen Yuan frowned, his heart sank to the bottom.

This time.

But he encountered a difficult evil cultivator!

It would be fine if he just stole the Blood Evil Sutra.

He even stole the method of refining the Tiangang Talisman, which was engraved in his bones and he could never forget it. If he was allowed to steal without restraint, I am afraid that his only remaining memory would be completely wiped out!

Like that

Is he still Chen Yuan?

Without memory...you're just a walking corpse.

"I am Chen Yuan. If you steal my things, I will kill you!" Chen Yuan made up his mind and simply grabbed the blood sword from the back. The blood sword was immediately unsheathed, and blood shot up into the sky in an instant!

The blood curse in the body is like a river bursting its banks.

It surges into my internal organs.

In an instant.

A strange blood curse spread throughout the body.

The originally fair skin was covered with strange spells that looked like maggots and tadpoles, constantly twisting and turning. The two pupils were blood red, and two words suddenly appeared on them!

A strange curse came out of his throat.

The Taoist robe swayed in the wind.

The blood spread, making a crackling sound.

The whole person was filled with a bloodthirsty and murderous aura.

There was a bloodshot in front of his eyes, and a shrill, creepy laugh came from his throat. He grabbed the blood sword. The entire sword was wrapped in a layer of strange tentacle-like flesh. The flesh seemed to breathe and rose and fell with the beating of his heart.

It looked like an evil spirit with its bloody mouth wide open.

Bitingly cold.

Taoist Xuanyuan's eyes bulged out, and he felt uncomfortable under the pressure of bloodthirsty murderous aura. He twisted his neck with difficulty, swallowed his saliva, and stammered, "Gu... Fellow Daoist Wuwei... Is it too late to escape now?"

The entire yard.

Shrouded in a bloody mist.

Taoist Xuanyuan staggered and retreated several meters.

He was afraid.

Although I was fooled by the white-faced guy before.

At least I still have the strength to fight.

but now,

I thought Bai Lian had lost his magical powers.

His blood was boiling.

Just that bloodthirsty murderous aura.

Enough to suppress him!

White-Faced had stolen and copied the Taoist Wuwei, his expression gloomy as he secretly complained, "Fuck! I've hit a wall. What the hell is this thing? It clearly turned invisible and stuck to him, stealing all his magical powers, but that blood sword and the blood curse all over its body... What the hell is this thing!?"

"Fellow Daoist, run!"

Even the white-faced man was scared.

"Hehe~ You want to run now? It's too late!"

Chen Yuan waved his hand and swung the blood sword. Blood tentacles like tangled tree roots rushed towards Bai Lian. Bai Lian waved the murderous sword, but it was like a drop in the ocean, and it had no effect on the blood tentacles.

puff!

The blood tentacles are extremely sharp.

The Blood Curse Sutra spread throughout the tentacles at an extremely fast speed.

Instantly pierced through the white-faced man’s chest!

Suck hard.

In the blink of an eye, the body that Bai Lian used to replicate Wuwei Taoist turned into a pool of flesh paste and fell to the ground with a thud, splashing mud and soaking the ground.

"Sigh~~"

Taoist Xuanyuan took a deep breath.

Instant kill!

After stumbling a few steps, the old Taoist Xuanyuan raised his two arms, which were withered and boney, and gave a dry laugh, admitting his weakness on the spot. "Ahem, Senior White-Faced... I'm just a piece of shit. Please forgive my mistakes, don't bother with a sour old Taoist priest like me. I'm leaving now, leaving now!"

He likes money.

But you have to be alive to get it.

It is obvious that Bai Lian is one level higher than them.

Be stubborn and go ahead.

Isn't that just an idiot.

But Chen Yuan waved his hand, and the bloody and bloodthirsty sword was like a greedy beast, smelling the delicious smell of blood and rushing towards the Taoist Xuanyuan to devour it.

"It's game over~" Xuan Yuan Taoist closed his eyes, "This time I'm doomed~ I can't become an immortal~"

Click click click.

There was a chewing sound in my ears.

Taoist Xuanyuan cautiously opened one eye and glanced at the flesh tentacles, which had transformed into a row of flesh buds and were chewing. He looked closely and saw...

Hey…

A white face!