Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Cheng Datie looked disdainful.

If it weren't for the fact that the mason's ability to escape was quite formidable, he would not have been his opponent in a head-on confrontation. Moreover, he despised this kind of unconventional method that did not involve learning magical powers from a master.

He can't be compared with the people who sell knives on credit.

He is a person who got the magical power of raising evil spirits and blocking the five senses with mud from somewhere. He practiced it randomly and then controlled the evil spirits to kill people everywhere. The area within a hundred miles is all the territory of Wuxiang Bodhisattva.

How can I let him off if he raises evil spirits and causes troubles everywhere without his consent?

"Want to achieve supernatural powers?"

Cheng Datie curled his lips and sneered, picked up a broken knife on the ground, stretched out his hand and wiped the blade, blood gushed out, and with a clang, he chopped off the mason's head, and a stream of hot blood spurted out of his neck!

"Let's wait for the next life."

Without hesitation, he killed the mason with one blow.

"Yo yo yo~ So cruel~ Taoist priest, this guy is not a good person! If you hang out with him, your life will be in danger~ Hehehe~"

The white-faced man couldn't stop laughing.

Chen Yuan's face darkened slightly, but he quickly recovered.

He didn't care that the mason was killed.

Such evil cultivators who nurture evil spirits and harm the people should all go to the eighteenth level of hell! I was being a cheap craftsman by not killing him myself!

"Haha, you're really amazing, otherwise everyone would say you're the hardest to deal with when it comes to cultivation, and that you have the most powerful magical powers. Even if I, Old Cheng, were to be hit by that talisman, I'd probably be burned half to death!"

Cheng Datie laughed heartily.

Apparently, he was in a good mood after finally killing the mason.

After saying that, Cheng Tie squatted down and rummaged around in the arms of the headless mason. Soon, he took out a black booklet, opened it casually, and looked at it for a while, frowning tightly.

"Ah~~ This bastard is so bold that he dares to use his incomplete magical powers to cultivate, and even wants to achieve great magical powers. It's a good thing that he didn't turn himself into an evil spirit."

Cheng Datie curled his lips and said,

"But raising evil spirits on your territory is truly a waste of your life."

Cheng Datie turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, grinning. Just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly changed. His body, which was a head taller than Chen Yuan, trembled violently and a low roar came from his throat, as if he was possessed by evil spirits.

Chen Yuan was shocked and immediately stepped back.

"This guy is about to attack! Taoist priest, come on! Kill him! Hehehe~" The white-faced man forced out an expression of watching a show and wandered freely in Chen Yuan's soul.

Chen Yuan did not act rashly.

Staring at Cheng Datie, Chen Yuan's pupils gradually shrank.

Cheng Datie trembled all over, the broken knives beside him hummed and scattered all over the ground. Then his originally rough facial features seemed to be covered with a layer of lard, rubbing against his face casually.

in a blink.

Cheng Datie’s entire face.

All the organs were ground into a whole fleshy face!

No facial features!

There is only a blank face without any features!

The flesh and blood on the body squirmed, and then disappeared, revealing delicate milky white skin that looked like porcelain. The arms turned, and the rough big hands turned into slender jade hands. The flesh and blood squirmed and turned into a Bodhisattva dress, swaying in the wind.

It's so weird and creepy.

In the blink of an eye, Cheng Datie, the knife seller on credit, turned into the appearance of the Formless Bodhisattva. Seeing such horrifying magical powers, Chen Yuan's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he felt a great sense of crisis.

"I told you to act quickly! You stinky Taoist priest, but you just wouldn't listen!" Bai Lian was rarely furious.

Chen Yuan concentrated, and suddenly thought of something. He said coldly, "You wished for my death, didn't you? Why are you afraid of my death now? Could it be... you are afraid?"

The white-faced man was scared.

"Stop talking nonsense! Run away, stinky Taoist priest!"

Bai Lian's soul was trembling. It was the first time Chen Yuan had seen Bai Lian so frightened. A trace of doubt arose in his heart, "Could it be that Bai Lian is not afraid of my death, but of the Wu Xiang Bodhisattva in front of him?"

He did not escape.

Unexpectedly, I met Bodhisattva Wuxiang.

I have something else to ask him.

It would be such a pity to leave so easily.

Besides, Bai Lian is so scared, maybe Wu Xiang Bodhisattva has a way to completely get rid of Bai Lian, which would just solve a big hidden danger for him.

Of course.

The Formless Bodhisattva does not seem to be as powerful as Cheng Datie said. It seems that he is not his real body, so he cannot face the Red Dust Immortal directly and has no chance of escape.

"Bodhisattva without form?"

Seeing that Cheng Datie's physical transformation was complete, Chen Yuan gripped his sword tightly, sucked his teeth, and spoke tentatively.

"Donor." The formless Bodhisattva took a step forward, the broad skin on his body swaying in the wind, like a dress swaying in the wind. His smooth, greasy face without any facial features looked at Chen Yuan and uttered a cold and ethereal voice that sounded like a man or a woman, "You want to see me?"

Chen Yuan stared at Wuxiang Bodhisattva, ready to take action at any time if the situation was not right. He nodded slightly and admitted, "Yes, I need to know something."

"A strange doctor."

Bodhisattva Wuxiang spoke up and pointed it out.

Chen Yuan frowned deeply and thought to himself, "Sure enough, he has been possessing Cheng Datie all this time. He knows everything I said."

"Yes."

Bai Lian said nothing and huddled into a ball.

"Donor, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I don't know the whereabouts of the strange doctor's family." Wuxiang Bodhisattva shook his head slightly, and the skin on both sides of his shoulders shook gently.

Chen Yuan let out a breath without leaving a trace.

call.

Expected.

"In that case, I will take my leave." Chen Yuan did not want to get entangled with the Bodhisattva Wuxiang too much. This kind of existence was extremely strange and his magical powers were unpredictable, but his blood evil had been exposed. If he took action, he would be at a disadvantage.

Wu Xiang Bodhisattva extended his jade arm and softly stopped him, "Don't worry, benefactor. I really can't remove your Blood Evil Sutra, but the things in your soul... can certainly help."

Chen Yuan was very disappointed.

really.

What the white-faced man is really afraid of is the formless Bodhisattva.

"Conditions!" Chen Yuan went straight to the point.

Chen Yuan didn't believe that a person would help others unconditionally. If they really had no request in return, he would definitely not agree!

"Leave the things in your soul... to me." The bloody skirt under the feet of Wuxiang Bodhisattva squirmed and spread outward, and the foul-smelling mud scattered everywhere was quickly absorbed by him under the cover of his greasy skin.

"it is good."

Chen Yuan agreed readily.

He originally wanted to get rid of the white face completely.

If Bodhisattva Wuxiang needs it, he will give it to him.

"What do you need me to do?" Chen Yuan asked again.

Wu Xiang Bodhisattva shook his head and made a hand seal with his fleshy arm. "Donor, aren't you afraid that I have bad intentions towards you?"

"I'm afraid." Chen Yuan was stunned. "But I have no choice. If I continue to let the things in my soul affect my mind, I will go crazy sooner or later!"

What Chen Yuan didn’t say was.

I hope Wuxiang Bodhisattva really helps him.

Once there are other small movements.

At worst, I can release the Blood Curse Sutra again. Now that I have the Blood and Flesh Pill, it is completely possible to release the Blood Curse Sutra for a short period of time!

"I understand."

Bodhisattva Wuxiang nodded.

"follow me."

The formless Bodhisattva turned and walked away, the hem of her flesh-and-blood skirt swaying freely under her feet, leaving a long afterimage in the moonlight. Chen Yuan sniffed and could smell a faint greasy smell.

Chen Yuan frowned and thought secretly,

"What kind of magical power did Wuxiang Bodhisattva cultivate?"