Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

die…

died!

Chen Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted, his heart stopped, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, beads of sweat the size of beans fell down, his hands trembled as he supported himself on the table, his heart, which originally belonged to Senior Brother Wu Chen... was beating violently!

How can this be! ?

Guan Baizhu.

Even Master Yao couldn't catch her.

How could he possibly die in a small Xiaoyao Tower?!

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhuang Mengyou covered his broken arm, not caring about the broken bone piercing his arm, with an incredible look on his face.

"This is impossible! Guan Baizhu was fine yesterday, and her eyes are so strange that we can't even touch them. How could she be dead?!"

Chen Yuan ignored it.

Under the leadership of that woman.

From the filthy and rotten cellar.

Guan Baizhu's body was carried out.

His pupils suddenly shrank and his body couldn't help but tremble.

Yes.

She is Senior Brother Wu Chen’s sister.

Guan Baizhu!

But now she... has completely lost her breath.

Indeed...she has passed away.

Divine soul.

Completely eliminated.

"Speak!" Chen Yuan kicked Zhuang Mengyou again, breaking his other arm. "What the hell is going on?!"

“I don’t know! Real person… I don’t know!” Zhuang Mengyou wailed in agony, looking like a servile, cowardly ghost. Saliva flowed from the corners of his mouth, and he begged for mercy in fear, “Please don’t kill me! I really don’t want to die!”

He really didn't know.

His so-called freedom is nothing but an excuse for his fear of death.

There is no ink in the belly.

He also dreamed of becoming a high-ranking official in the capital.

Didn't get it.

Then he insulted others.

How unfairly he suffered, and then he escaped from the world, living a carefree life, feeling so unhappy.

in fact.

It's just a matter of face.

I’m afraid of being laughed at by my friends and family when I return home.

"Ahhh!"

Chen Yuan stabbed Zhuang Mengyou's thigh with a sword. Blood gushed out and the bones broke and pierced through the flesh, like an evil ghost demanding his life. Zhuang Mengyou felt a chill all over his body.

This Taoist priest.

Even crazier than those soldiers from the military strategist group!

Any disagreement would lead to cruel torture.

He can't stand it!

"What the hell is going on with his eyes?!"

Chen Yuan asked again.

Zhuang Mengyou wanted to cry but had no tears.

"I don't know...I really don't know."

His aging body.

Unable to withstand torture.

"I'm just living a carefree life. As for Guan Baizhu, I only heard from that yellow-skinned guy that her eyes are extremely special and that no one can touch her, so I locked her up in the cellar. But she was fine yesterday, how could she be like this today?"

Zhuang Mengyou regretted it so much that his intestines turned green.

It can't be touched.

I should have known that there was such a bad guy behind Guan Baizhu.

It would be great if we could send him off sooner!

it's good now.

What bad luck!

Coming to this remote place, I am actually risking my life.

"Benefactor, Xiao Zhuzi is very kind to us. She has an eye disease, which makes her eyes look foggy, but she can still see. Her eyes are very strange, and no one in Xiaoyao Tower can touch her."

"But we can touch her."

On the side, a woman who knew Guan Baizhu said.

Eye disease.

Could it be some kind of magical power?

As for not being able to touch it.

I think it must be the cultivators and evil spirits, these people with great skills who cannot touch Guan Baizhu, but ordinary people are not affected.

Zhuang Mengyou cursed inwardly.

These bitches!

Obviously they can touch!

Why didn’t you tell them?

Simply looking for death!

"Miss Guan must have some magical powers. Perhaps her souls haven't completely dissipated!" Zhuang Mengyou really didn't want to be tortured. He widened his eyes and shouted, "If we find the Immortal Xiaoyao, maybe he can save her!"

Chen Yuan frowned.

Xiaoyao Old Immortal...

Can you even bring the dead back to life?

of course.

The premise is that Guan Baizhu really has magical powers.

Otherwise, even the immortal Xiaoyao still can’t save you!

"How can we find the Immortal Xiaoyao?!"

"Participate in tonight's Xiaoyao Festival!" Zhuang Mengyou dragged one of his broken legs on the ground while he knelt on the other, half-supporting himself, and kowtowed respectfully. "As long as I can become the champion of the Xiaoyao Festival, I will be able to meet the Xiaoyao Immortal!"

"The leader?"

"It means to pick up the Xiaoyao Pearl on the top of the Xiaoyao Tower!"

"Xiaoyao Pearl?"

"I don't know either. Anyway, when I came to Xiaoyao Town, I seized the Xiaoyao Pearl at the Xiaoyao Festival. Then, I asked the old Xiaoyao Immortal for this magical power, and then I established Xiaoyao Tower."

Chen Yuan remained indifferent.

It turned out to be Zhuang Mengyou’s carefree dream.

It was written by the immortal Xiaoyao.

It seems...he has definitely won the championship!

Guan Baizhu's life and death...

It all depends on the happy event!

"You..." Chen Yuan glanced at the women in Xiaoyao Tower who were eating voraciously, feeling helpless. The women who entered Xiaoyao Tower would always be labeled as brothel girls, and if they left... they would not have a good ending.

"I have an idea. This Xiaoyao Tower...will be yours to manage from now on, but you can't use it as a place for pleasure. What do you think...?"

The women were all delighted.

Of course they would.

What you want!

After all... they no longer have a home.

Can settle down here.

No more suffering, and a home to return to.

I am already satisfied.

"Benefactor, we are all willing!"

"Then me?"

Pfft!

One kick.

Chen Yuan crushed Zhuang Mengyou's head.

"You... deserve to die."

……

Night falls.

Chen Yuan quietly looked at Guan Baizhu who had stopped breathing on the bed. With his knowledge of the Blood Evil Sutra and the Blood Curse Sutra, he was not good at saving people, let alone saving the dead.

The only person I saw was the old immortal Xiaoyao.

Maybe that will solve these problems.

"Benefactor, the Happy Festival... has begun."

Chen Yuan turned around and walked out.

"Take good care of her body for me."

"Yes."

After getting the answer, Chen Yuan did not stay any longer. He pushed open the second-floor window, and with two long swords, he suddenly jumped out of the second-floor window and landed on the street.

The whole street.

Already under the reflection of the hanging lanterns.

Light up the entire Xiaoyao Town.

Chen Yuan stood up, grasped the Huangmie Sword, raised his head slightly, and looked towards the ancient tower in the east of Xiaoyao Town that was shining with dark light. He murmured,

"Xiaoyao Pearl, I'm going to take it."

"Haha, Taoist, you are so arrogant. There is only one Xiaoyao Pearl. If someone like you wants to steal it, you are simply dreaming!"

"Don't discourage me, little Taoist. Look at the two swords he carries. They are extremely extraordinary. Maybe he can really defeat those masters and take the Xiaoyao Pearl."

"Then let's take a look."

Chen Yuan ignored it.

He stomped on the ground fiercely, causing gusts of wind to suddenly blow, knocking the people around him to the ground. The bricks could be heard cracking. The next moment, his Taoist robe rolled up, and he turned into a shadow, rushing straight towards the Xiaoyao Ancient Pagoda!

"Oh my god~"

"Is that human being!?"

"If he really is a cultivator, this Xiaoyao Pearl... maybe he has arrived!"

There are tall buildings on both sides of the street.

Figures appeared one after another.

"Follow me!"

"Good boy, you're so fast!"

Four figures rushed out and chased madly in the dark night. Each of them was a martial artist and attracted attention from all sides.

Happy Celebration...

it has started.