Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

The formless Bodhisattva made a Dharma seal with his hands, and the Bodhisattva images with different facial expressions and features stretched out umbilical cords of flesh and blood, and immediately rushed out to grab Chen Yuan's white face covered with thick white putty!

"White-faced man! You actually let me take advantage of you! You are so brave!" Wuxiang Bodhisattva shouted angrily.

The white-faced man bared his teeth and looked down at his bleeding abdomen and the bloody tentacles growing out of him. The blood had already dyed his Taoist robe red. "Hiss~ This stinky Taoist priest is really cruel to himself. He didn't hesitate to hurt himself just to control his body!"

"Hehe~ It's really thanks to him that he suppressed that madman! Otherwise, I would still be trapped in the blood curse and unable to get out. How could I have the chance to completely control such a powerful body!"

Although Bai Lian felt pain, he was very excited.

He looked around at the several forms of the Bodhisattva that were tearing at his soul, but the white-faced man didn't care at all. He drew his sword, and with a murderous aura, he slashed with it. The sword light tore through the forms, forcing the Bodhisattva to retreat, and at the same time sneered,

"Bodhisattva Wuxiang, I now have a physical body. I am no longer the spirit that you could slaughter at will! Even with this body you've rebuilt... you are no match for me!"

"Take your life!"

Bodhisattva Wuxiang looked solemn.

This is going to be difficult.

After practicing the Wuxiang Sutra for a long time, Bailian finally took advantage of the opportunity. He finally suppressed the soul of Wuwei Taoist, but before he could catch his breath, Bailian, who occupied Chen Yuan's body, became the biggest trouble!

His magical powers are specifically designed to deal with spirits and souls.

For the evil spirit of military strategists.

But there is no good way.

"Donor Chen Yuan, a mere white face can't control you!"

The Formless Bodhisattva swung his arms, and his fat, fleshy skirt shook wildly. His body floated up and landed on the Bodhisattva statue in the main hall. A fleshy tentacle grabbed a black bone and suddenly made a shrill whistle sound!

"what!"

Bai Lian heard a bone whistle in his ears.

Suddenly, the entire soul felt as if it was being cut by saw teeth. The severe pain of the soul being torn apart made the entire pale face twisted and deformed in unbearable pain.

Blow the bone whistle.

A sharp whistle echoed in the hall.

"What's this!?"

The white-faced man sucked his teeth, his cheeks twitching uncontrollably, and the whistle in his ears like a sharp blade cutting through made him dazed. Chen Yuan, who had just been suppressed, bit his soul with all his might, trying to regain control of his body!

"Damn it! I'm going to kill both of you!"

"咻咻~~"

The bone whistle shrieked again.

The flesh-and-leather dress of the Formless Bodhisattva's Dharmakaya swayed in the wind, and one after another of the bloody and flesh-and-blood magic weapons were activated in unison. The intertwined and piercing sounds drilled into Bai Lian's soul like a vampire leech, causing Bai Lian to cover his head and wail in pain!

"I told you... you're just an ordinary white face. Donor Chen Yuan's body is not so easy to invade!" The smooth and greasy face of the Wuxiang Bodhisattva twisted, and the sound of humming scriptures resonated. "Quickly peel it off, and I can give you a quick death~"

Bai Lian covered his head, urged the evil spirit in his body, and shouted, "Shameless thing! I haven't had enough of your tricks yet!"

The long sword was unsheathed and he was stunned.

"Ok?"

Where's the evil spirit?!

"No! This is impossible!" Bai Lian's face immediately turned grim, and his heart skipped a beat as he realized that Chen Yuan's soul had broken free from his control. He quickly brushed his hands across Bai Lian's face, "Chen Yuan! You want to take back your body! I won't let you do that!"

The white-face mask changes like a face-changing magic trick.

Face changes.

A strange spiritual power roamed freely in Chen Yuan's body, trying to connect his internal organs, dredge his meridians, and further enhance his control over his body.

"咻咻~"

"Fuck! Stop it! It's so noisy!"

Internal and external troubles.

Bai Lian is almost getting irritated to death!

Blood was flowing from his abdomen, and his entire Taoist robe was dyed red with blood. The skin was bumpy and had many limbs and organs poking out from it after the blood curse had passed through the tadpole-like flesh and blood Taoist text, making him look weird and evil.

"How much evil blood food has this fellow Chen Yuan eaten? After swallowing more than a dozen blood and flesh pills, his body has actually transformed into this state!"

Bai Lian was secretly shocked.

"Get rid of this shameless thing, Wuxiang Bodhisattva, first!" Bai Lian covered his ears and calmed himself down. He knew that if he continued to stay in this dilapidated temple, he would be stripped away by Wuxiang Bodhisattva and Chen Yuan again, and end up dead!

Therefore,

He must escape now!

Only by escaping and getting rid of Wuxiang Bodhisattva can he concentrate all his energy and use all his strength to devour Chen Yuan’s two souls and completely control this body!

"It's a pity that all the escape skills I acquired were burned up in a fire. Otherwise, I wouldn't be in such a tight spot right now!"

The white-faced man gritted his teeth in pain and complained inwardly.

He tore off two limbs from his legs with his hands, his face turned pale, he pushed hard with his feet, seized the opportunity, rushed out of the main hall, and ran straight out of the temple.

"No! We need to run away!"

The bone whistle of the Formless Bodhisattva screamed continuously.

Put away the flesh and blood image.

Follow closely behind.

The night was dark and the wind was cold.

Two figures rushed out of the deserted temple with swift steps, raising a cloud of dust behind them.

Chen Yuan's body, possessed by White Face, was strong. Although it grew tentacles randomly, White Face tore them off in time. Regardless of the blood flowing, he ran wildly like a cheetah, leaving behind an afterimage!

On the other hand, look at the Bodhisattva without form.

He possessed the body of Cheng Datie, a knife seller on credit.

He has a tall and strong body.

In terms of speed, he is much slower than Chen Yuan.

Now, in the blink of an eye, only the afterimage of the white face can be seen!

"Donor Chen Yuan, please don't let me down." The fat, smooth flesh of the Wuxiang Bodhisattva squirmed, muttering to himself, "You promised to give me a white face... This time, I lost a Dharma body clone, so I can't return empty-handed."

...

Bang bang bang!

Suddenly, Bai Lian staggered, and his muscular body stained with blood suddenly lost balance. A twisted tentacle suddenly shot out from his ankle, hooked onto the ground, and made him lose control in an instant.

"Fuck!" White-faced man turned around and looked at him, furious. "Damn Chen Yuan! He's so cruel to himself!"

He stretched out his hands to tear off the tentacles, and suddenly he felt his body suddenly become extremely hot, as if he had fallen into a lava waterfall. There was a horrible blazing fire all around him, so hot that his entire skin was burning red!

"It's hot! It's so hot!" The white-faced man looked ferocious.

My internal organs were shaking violently.

The body completely merged into a sea of magma and fire.

The burning sensation made his mind feel dizzy and dazed!

"Ahhh~"

The shrill screams pierced the dark night sky, and he rolled uncontrollably on the ground in pain, raising clouds of dust. The tentacles that emerged from the surface of his body were completely reduced to ashes under the scorching flames and scattered all over the ground.

Bodhisattva Wuxiang arrived in time and was shocked.

"This is?"

The next moment, Chen Yuan's tattered Taoist robe was torn apart, revealing his muscular and strong body. His skin was as hot as a red-hot iron, and beneath his skin, tattoos filled with murderous aura slowly emerged!

"Kirin!"

Bodhisattva Wuxiang exclaimed.

When Bai Lian touched the tattoo with both hands, the skin on his palms suddenly became sticky due to the burning, and he tore it off suddenly, tearing the skin on both palms completely!

In the soul.

Like the roar of a tiger or a dragon,

Suddenly there was an explosion.

"white face!"

"Just a clown! I'm giving you face!"