Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Yellow face represents ferocity and brutality.

They disdain to play tricks on others, but they still use the face-changing magic to steal other people's magic. This is the magic power that founded the Mask Cult, the most core magic skill, and it is extremely difficult to deal with.

Xiaoyao Old Immortal solemnly reminded,

"My friend, be careful that Yellow Face steals your magical powers!"

Chen Yuan raised his eyebrows.

Stealing the magical power!?

Is it possible for Yellowface to do something this weird?

he does not know.

Just now I saw that Huang Lian was only possessing the face of Xuan Yuan Taoist, controlling Xuan Yuan Taoist to fight with him, but I didn’t expect... Huang Lian could also steal the magical powers.

"Fuck!" Taoist Wuwei cursed. "What's wrong with Chen Yuan? He's really hysterical! He even forgot about dealing with Bai Lian. It's all your fault! Taoist Wuchen!"

Taoist Wuchen frowned, and a mysterious soul fluctuation of the black heart spread in his soul like a dark water wave, wrapping around the soul of Taoist Wuwei, preventing him from taking over Chen Yuan's body.

Chen Yuan who lost his memory.

Most susceptible to the influence of the soul.

Nothing must happen.

"Junior brother, remember... Huang Lian can't steal your Blood Curse Scripture." Taoist Wu Chen glanced at Taoist Wu Wei silently, and then reminded Chen Yuan in his soul.

Chen Yuan was stunned.

Senior Brother Wu Chen…rarely initiates communication.

"Senior Brother Wuchen, where is the Blood Evil Sutra?" Chen Yuan asked.

Memory confusion.

But fortunately, there is Senior Brother Wu Chen.

At least part of the memory... is known.

But I always feel like... he seems to have forgotten something.

Memories that even Senior Brother Wu Chen didn't know about were buried deep within his memory. Whenever he tried to recall them, he would see chaos, get a splitting headache, and find it difficult to continue thinking.

The soul is damaged.

It's so serious.

"I don't know either." Wu Chen frowned.

"do you know?"

Taoist Wuwei rolled his eyes with a proud look on his face, "You dream of killing me, why should I tell you!"

But in fact.

He didn't know either.

Seeing Taoist Wuchen's scorching gaze, Taoist Wuwei waved his hands impatiently and said angrily, "Hey! Why are you looking at me! The Blood Evil Sutra... can definitely be stolen! Have you forgotten that the Blood Evil power was stolen by Bailian?"

Taoist Wuwei curled his lips.

I secretly complained in my heart,

"Who cares! I'm just talking nonsense!"

Believe it or not.

Taoist Wuchen frowned.

Regardless of whether what Wuwei Daoist said was true or not, it was always better to be careful. He then solemnly reminded, "Junior brother, this is a three-striped yellow face. You must be prepared to have both of your magical powers stolen!"

This battle.

Extremely dangerous.

All he could do was protect Chen Yuan's soul.

So as not to make the confusion of mind and soul worse.

The soul...can't stand the torture anymore!

...

"Don't worry, I'm here!" The old immortal Xiaoyao waved his hand, and an invisible barrier of the heart wrapped around Chen Yuan's side, following him as he moved. He felt much more at ease.

The mind teaches magical powers.

It is the opposite of the mask religion.

The ability to steal faces is aimed at the soul.

Heart teaching strengthens the soul.

To a certain extent, he could stop Huang Lian from stealing the magical powers in Chen Yuan's soul, so that he could concentrate on dealing with Huang Lian, and would not be restrained everywhere, be timid, and be torn and devoured by the evil spirit!

"Damn Heart Religion!"

Huang Lian suddenly froze.

Nine yellow faces bared their mouths and roared harshly.

"You, the Face Masks, are cultivating with evil spirits. Has the entire sect gone mad? Aren't you afraid that the Suppression of Evil Spirits will find you and destroy the Face Masks' foundation?"

The old immortal Xiaoyao was not afraid at all.

The yellow and greasy face mask looks as ferocious as a ghost.

"Hmph, don't try to scare me with those imperial lackeys from the Suppression Bureau!" one of the yellow-faced men retorted. "Once we've absorbed the evil energy from the entire Ghost Town, the nine of us will become one. Even the Suppression Bureau... what can they do to me?"

"Kill the evil spirit!"

Chen Yuan was like a monster of flesh and blood.

He charged into the group of evil spirits like a wild beast, and protected by the magical power of the Heart Sect, he swung the blood sword in his arm wildly, and his internal organs, flesh, and tentacles were consumed visibly. The result... was that all the evil spirits were slaughtered!

What makes Yellow Face even more angry is that

That bloody arm sword that was fused with the arm!

It greedily devoured the evil flesh and blood!

Grab food!

Can't stand it!

Yellow Face became even angrier.

"Stop smoking! Kill these two first!" The overlapping voices of the yellow-faced men intertwined together, and suddenly, nine yellow-faced men rushed out and killed Chen Yuan and the other two!

Violent wind waves swept around.

The howling wind made the ghost town buildings hum.

It looks like a creepy smile from a ghost.

Chen Yuan was not afraid at all. He swung his right arm heavily, and the flesh and blood tentacles collided fiercely with the manic Huang Lian's fist. The tentacles swept over Huang Lian's body like a ghost. Huang Lian was startled and quickly tore off his face!

The yellow and greasy face flew towards Chen Yuan.

Chen Yuan frowned and was about to dodge.

The yellow face hits the wall of the heart.

It blocked Chen Yuan three inches away.

Can't get close at all!

"Damn Heart Sect!" The yellow-faced man was furious. He controlled the evil spirits to surge forward like a tsunami, piling up the evil spirits' flesh bodies like a hill, and kneading and merging the flesh and blood like clay figures.

A moment of effort.

A three-story-tall, four-legged monster.

Strange tentacles on its body were waving wildly, and sticky pulp and foul-smelling maggots were wriggling on its body like moving eyeballs.

Puff puff!

Eyeballs.

Squeeze out from the gaps in the fat flesh!

Whoosh whoosh!

The wriggling blood vessels connected to the eyeballs shot out, and the strange and violent power of flesh and blood penetrated the wall of the heart and hit Chen Yuan's face hard!

Chen Yuan moved quickly.

The body quickly retreated.

However, there were so many eyeballs shooting at him from every direction that Chen Yuan had no choice but to stop. The flesh and blood sword in his hand seemed to have spiritual flesh and blood mud, which quickly opened up a flesh and blood barrier and surrounded Chen Yuan.

Puff puff!

The eyeball tentacles collided wildly.

Ripples of blood and flesh splashed on Chen Yuan's body.

Flesh and blood are being consumed rapidly!

"Get out of here!" When Xiaoyao Laoxian saw that Chen Yuan was being hit hard by the evil spirit, he lifted his white robe and shot out nine heart swords. They shot out and fought with the other yellow-faced men. He then flashed and came in front of Chen Yuan.

Bang bang bang!

The eyeball tentacles smashed heavily on the body of the old immortal Xiaoyao.

The old immortal Xiaoyao spread out his robe.

The horrifying flesh and blood eyeballs exploded one after another.

An extremely powerful and huge impact.

The old immortal Xiaoyao and Chen Yuan behind him were shocked and retreated step by step. Their internal organs trembled violently, their blood surged, and a scarlet liquid rushed up to their throats!

"Hahaha~ Old Heart Sect guy, your magical powers can't withstand the blows of the flesh and blood evil spirit! Haha~"

Huang Lian was overjoyed.

The old immortal Xiaoyao looked solemn.

This body is the restriction for him to practice Xiaoyaoyou. As long as he does not break free from the prison of the body, he will not be able to become an immortal. But at this moment, the damage caused to him by the explosion of the evil eye of flesh and blood is so great that his soul is shaken and the walls of his heart are weakened a little.

"Old dog! If you have the guts, carry it again!"

Puff puff!

Suddenly.

A red sword energy shot out from behind the old immortal Xiaoyao, carrying with it a destructive aura that could destroy everything. A destructive unicorn stepped on the land of the ghost town, roaring as it crashed into the evil body!

Puff puff!

Blood, flesh and mud exploded like crazy!

Chen Yuan staggered out of the bloody rain and slowly walked out, his fierce eyes staring at the yellow-faced people.

"You...can't do that either!"