Taoist priest, let’s become immortals together!

Bodhisattva Wuxiang...

Finally showed up.

The ghost town was in such a ferocious turmoil, and just as the strange yellow-faced creature was about to devour the other yellow-faced creatures, completely succeed in his cultivation, and then escape smoothly, the late-coming formless Bodhisattva appeared... The oppressive feeling of the strange dual magical powers of soul and flesh and blood came rolling in.

Weird yellow face.

He looked solemn.

This time...

This is not good!

"Wuxiang... you're finally here." Xiaoyao Old Immortal's forehead was covered with sweat. He forced a bitter smile, his expression darkening as he said anxiously, "Hurry... help Chen Yuan, he's in a very bad condition!"

The formless Bodhisattva puts his hands together.

The drooping skin at the corners of his eyes swayed slightly.

He opened his eyes and stared at Chen Yuan, who was chewing a bunch of one-eyed monsters. His heart moved slightly and he said in a concentrated voice,

"How did he end up like this by asking you for help?!"

It is obvious that the old immortal Xiaoyao is best at exorcising evil spirits.

But...

He was obviously severely traumatized.

He is already confused and insane.

Xiaoyao Elder gave a bitter laugh and said, "Something unexpected happened. There is more than one evil spirit in Chen Yuan's soul. More importantly, the extra one is actually his senior brother."

"This has disrupted my free and unrestrained wandering. My three souls have been mixed together, and as a result, friend Chen Yuan has become what he is today."

"Wuxiang... this matter still depends on you. As long as you can sort out the three souls, the rest of the matter... can be considered in detail."

Bodhisattva Wuxiang nodded slightly.

"I see."

Chen Yuan's Secret...

That’s quite a lot.

"Deal with the yellow face first." Wu Xiang Bodhisattva looked at the strangely three-striped yellow face, which had regrown into a complete evil form, with delicate buds wriggling around its edges. He said in a serious tone, "I've nurtured the evil spirit in Ghost Town... You've overstepped your bounds by causing such a scene here."

The evil spirit she had raised was disturbed.

You must pay the price with your life!

The old immortal Xiaoyao remained silent.

The formless Bodhisattva...is both good and evil, and full of domineering power.

But she...didn't cross the line.

The evil spirits she raised never ate humans.

Or in other words... never eaten ordinary people.

This is enough.

In troubled times, the formless Bodhisattva... is the right path.

"Bullshit!" The weird yellow face became more and more solemn. The oppression given to him by the Formless Bodhisattva was extremely deep, as if the Formless Bodhisattva was born to restrain him. Just one glance at him made his whole soul feel more and more uncomfortable, and he felt uneasy all over!

His brows were deeply furrowed.

The eerie yellow face has an ominous feeling.

After calming down, the strange yellow-faced man shouted sternly,

"Wuxiang Bodhisattva! You've raised so many evil spirits, what's wrong with me using some of them? Do you have the guts to eat them all?

Aren't you afraid of being stuffed to death? I helped you solve it, but instead of thanking me, you want to attack me. You really don't take my Facebook religion seriously! "

Weird yellow face, a little hesitant.

He was scared.

While speaking, he took out the mask to teach Wuxiang Bodhisattva a lesson.

"Hehe, you're such a conman! Whatever evil things are happening in Ghost Town is none of your business. Besides... your yellow face with three stripes doesn't even represent a face!"

The Bodhisattva Wuxiang slapped out with his flesh palm.

The strange soul and flesh threads whizzed around the strange yellow-faced man's body, and the flesh and blood as well as the soul suppressed the strange yellow-faced man, making him unable to move!

"Your skills...are too poor."

Yellow face for the formless Bodhisattva.

It is indeed more difficult to deal with than the white-faced one.

But it has to be four or more lines.

He only has three lines, which were forcibly enhanced by eating other yellow faces. How dare he speak so shamelessly in front of her? This group of lunatics from the Mask Cult are becoming more and more disgusting!

Hit hard.

A long string of strange tentacles sprouted from the skin of the three-striped yellow face, wrapped in a powerful spiritual power, trying to increase the manic aura and destroy the double siege of the formless Bodhisattva.

Puff puff!

The flesh and blood exploded violently, turning into blood lotuses.

His soul was shaken, and the soul and flesh lines were pulling at his body. In the blink of an eye, the three-striped yellow-faced man was completely panicked!

Stealing face!

The man with the three-striped yellow face felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart. It was the strange power of the same magical power that was forcibly taking away his face-changing magical power, which was the founding magical power of the Mask Cult. Once he lost his face... his flesh and blood body... would completely collapse!

"who are you!?"

"How can you possibly have the ability to change faces!?"

The three-striped yellow face broke through the defense and questioned.

The Bodhisattva Wuxiang did not respond. The hem of her flesh-colored skirt blossomed like a lotus, creating layers of ripples. The delicate threads of flesh swayed in the wind and continued to wrap around the three-striped yellow face. Her strange face-stealing ability forcibly pulled out an illusory yellow face!

Tear it apart!

The core magical power of the three-striped yellow face.

Pulled by the flesh and blood threads of the Formless Bodhisattva, they were all peeled off from the flesh and blood body that grew out of the Three-Striped Yellow Face. The face-stealing magical power was lost, and the mixed magical power that the Three-Striped Yellow Face had stolen in the past began to riot like crazy!

The whole body.

It's like it's filled with crazy thoughts.

That fragile soul.

In the blink of an eye.

Tear them all into pieces!

Three-striped yellow face...crazy.

No matter how many magical powers he had stolen in the past, the backlash was now more ferocious. The magical powers were out of control and were running around in his soul. The soul of the man with the three-striped yellow face was torn into pieces.

Interwoven and mixed.

This made the man with three yellow stripes feel confused.

More than a hundred times deeper than Chen Yuan!

This is the real lunatic!

The skin on the hem of the skirt is soft and loose, like real silk and satin, with an illusory translucency that is looming. Fine threads of soul and spirit are wandering between the skin and flesh, and the appearance of the Dharma... becomes more and more solemn.

There is a strange solemnity.

Indescribably weird.

"Hehehe~ Who!? Who am I!? Who are you!?" The three-striped yellow-faced body was collapsing rapidly, and the pieces of flesh and blood had other ideas and were peeling off from his body.

The rotten hands with three lines of yellow face picked up the piece of meat and squeezed it. Only the eyelid of the right eye was left. He lifted it and the eyeball drooped uncontrollably and shook it casually on his face. He said in surprise,

"Huh? What is this? It's soft and fun!"

Chen Yuan was enjoying his meal.

Suddenly, one-eyed monsters rushed towards me one after another.

Disappeared.

"Huh!?" Chen Yuan frowned, his body covered in blood, and he actually started to act coquettishly, "I'm not full yet! Come out quickly! Let me eat! Let me eat! I'm hungry! I'm so hungry!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Bodhisattva Wuxiang pointed his finger.

Countless skirt hems and skin threads wrapped around Chen Yuan's body. In the blink of an eye, Chen Yuan was wrapped like a dumpling by the greasy skin threads, like a silkworm pupa. Soon, only a meat cocoon dripping with fat was left!

Xiaoyao the Immortal was stunned.

"This is?"

"Formless." Bodhisattva Wuxiang pinched his fingers. "Chen Yuan's soul is in disarray and needs time to sort it out and repair. The soul is formless and invisible, and the slightest carelessness will only make it more confused. Whether he can pass this test... depends on himself."

Say it.

The slender flesh-skinned fingers of the Formless Bodhisattva pointed at the other three yellow faces again. The yellow faces were instantly grabbed back into her palms, and their magical powers were stripped away and completely merged into the hands of the Formless Bodhisattva.

In the cocoon of flesh.

Every inch of Chen Yuan's skin.

They were all entangled in the blood and flesh threads and unable to move.

The confused soul gradually began to sort itself out.

Suddenly.

A strange spirit uttered a harsh sneer.

"Hehe...want to sort out your soul?"

"My dear disciple, I have come this far, and I cannot let this go to waste."