Chapter 550 Who is the Taoist?
The sky is dark and the sunset is falling.
A trace of light at dusk shone on this strange Taoist, emitting a dimness like a dead person.
Mo Hua''s breathing was suffocated, and his heart was beating wildly.
Although he had never seen this Taoist man, he was extremely familiar with this aura.
The great demon Feng Feng, who was resurrected from the dead in Tongxian City.
The king of corpses in the half-story road in Nanyue City.
Also, when I recited the Taoist name silently, the dark and dead figure appeared in the sea of ??consciousness...
They are all exactly the same as this person''s aura.
Ink painting''s heart trembled.
This person is the extremely vicious Taoist of the Demon Sect, whom the master did not let him think about it or mention it...
A slander!
On the other hand, when a group of Jindan demon cultivators saw this Taoist man, their expressions were either solemn, confused, or disdainful.
Not everyone among them knows the devil.
But the old demon in the blood robe knew.
He is the servant of the Holy Son, and he is in the late stage of the Golden Pill. He has a very old experience and has a wide range of knowledge. Even though he has never seen it with his own eyes, he knows very well about some taboos of the Demon Sect.
The devilish Taoist...
The title of "Taoist" is not a trivial matter. It is not just that if you have high cultivation and heavy murder, you are qualified to be named "Taoist".
What''s more, his title is still the word "weird".
The old demon in the blood robe was solemn in his heart.
He didn''t know what the wise man wanted, but suddenly appeared at this moment and had any plans, so he bowed:
“Senior…”
If the devilish Taoist had not heard of it, his steps were still deep and shallow, and he was shaking towards everyone.
The old demon with blood robe was as deep as water.
A demon cultivator sneered, "Is this person a slanderous Taoist?"
"Why are you so sloppy?"
"It''s just like a dilapidated house..."
"Depending on your cultivation level, you can only build a foundation?"
"Isn''t he a living dead?"
"It''s mysterious..."
A group of demon cultivators showed disdain.
The boundary of Dali Mountain Prefecture is the boundary of the third-grade prefecture, with the limit of heaven and the upper limit of the golden elixir.
These evil demons and heretics have more than twenty great demon cultivators in the Golden Elixir realm. In this state, they are basically rampant.
Unless there are things like the natal immortal immortal talisman, they will have no scruples.
But the two immortal talismans have been broken.
The golden body and magic image were even wiped out by the way of heaven.
There are only a few such treasures, so it is even more impossible to have a few.
So these demon cultivators are not afraid of the devil Taoist people.
Even if the words are a little rude, I thought this Taoist would not do anything to them.
But this Taoist man was like a dead man, not caring about everything and just walking forward.
The steps are weak and the blood and energy are deficient.
The old demon with blood robe frowned and couldn''t help but wonder.
"Is this person really a slander?"
He stared at this "person" for a long time, and even glanced at it with his spiritual sense, but he did not find anything abnormal.
The spiritual consciousness is not strong, the cultivation is very weak, and the physical body is in ruins.
It doesn’t look like the deity of the “Taoist” of the Demon Sect.
"It''s not that I admit my mistake..."
The old demon in the blood robe frowned.
The Holy Son was also hesitant and asked directly:
"Are you a slander?"
The Taoist still did not answer and walked alone.
A red-faced demon cultivator couldn''t stand it and said angrily: "That Taoist, so brave! The Holy Son dared not answer the question?"
The Taoist still did not respond.
The red-faced demon cultivator couldn''t help it, so he walked forward and kicked the Taoist to the ground with just one kick.
He didn''t kick hard, but he still broke the Taoist''s bone.
The Taoist struggled on the ground, trying to get up, but his limbs were inconsistent, like a mantis twisted off his body, looking funny and ridiculous.
The demon cultivators sneered.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi frowned, a little confused.
But Mo Hua couldn''t laugh at all. On the contrary, his eyes were deep and his expression became more and more solemn.
The Taoist was still struggling, looking embarrassed and ugly.
The old demon with blood robe looked cold.
Seeing this, the Holy Son was disdainful to sneer.
The red-faced demon cultivator had the confidence and walked forward strode forward, stepping on the Taoist''s limbs one after another, and then he seemed to be unsatisfied and pulled out a ghost knife and cut the Taoist into a **** and **** state.
A demon cultivator disliked him, "Why is it so bloody?"
"You are really idle..."
The red-faced demon cultivator sneered, "What do you know? This is a ''devil Taoist'', a rumored Taoist, and he must die more decently."
"I killed it, but the devil''s wise man!"
The red-faced demon cultivator laughed hideously, "If you kill the demonic Taoist, you will become famous and make a name for thousands of people, and your voice will shock the demon Taoist. The next Taoist must be me!"
"Don''t you just say anything, what are you talking about?" a squinting demon cultivator cursed.
The red-faced demon cultivator''s pupils were pitch black, "Don''t you agree with me?"
"What to take? Do you deserve it?" The squinting demon cultivator sneered.
The red-faced demon cultivator stared at him with empty eyes, "Do you want to be a Taoist too?"
"What kind of Taoist is to be..."
Before the squinting demon cultivator finished speaking, he was stunned and looked ferocious, "No, who doesn''t want to be a Taoist?!"
The red-faced demon cultivator''s voice was hoarse, "I can only have one Taoist!"
The squinting demon cultivator looked weird and smiled grimly, "That''s right, that person can only be me..."
The red-faced demon cultivator was furious. When the ghost knife slashed, the demonic energy was fierce. He immediately slashed at the squinting demon cultivator, "You are **** worthy?!"
The squinting demon cultivator had a two-stringed ghost sword, and his yin energy swelled all over his body, and he also rushed towards the red-faced demon cultivator, "I don''t deserve it, are you a waste?"
The two looked violent, and they intersected with swords and fought as if no one else had ever fought...
The Holy Son looked puzzled.
What are these two idiots fighting?
At this time, what kind of Taoist people are you fighting for?
My brain was eaten by a pig?
"Stop!" the Holy Son said impatiently.
But not only did these two people keep fighting, but the more they fight, the more fierce they become, the more fierce they fight, the more fierce they become, and the vicious moves, as if they want to kill each other.
Other demon cultivators watched the show with a sneer.
The demon cultivator was originally arbitrary. Although they were both in the same sect, they were also intrigue and fought openly and secretly. At this time, they saw the two fighting to the death, and the other demon cultivators were indifferent.
But the two red-faced demon cultivators fought hard, and the demonic energy in the Golden Dan realm was turbulent, which inevitably affected others.
A demon cultivator with a fleshy face and a huge body was accidentally cut through the Taoist robe by the blood-colored sword energy of the red-faced demon cultivator.
The demon cultivator was furious, "Bastard, are you looking for death?!"
The red-faced demon cultivator looked at the demon cult with completely dark eyes, his voice hoarse and cold, as if he had lost his emotions:
"You want to be a Taoist, too?"
"Be your **** Taoist!"
The demon cultivator''s face was trembling, obviously very angry, his body suddenly grew a little bigger, his muscles were kneaded, as hard as iron, and his demonic aura was surging, and he punched the red-faced demon cultivator.
But at this moment, his expression was stunned and his words changed:
"Who the hell, don''t want to be a Taoist?"
The demon cultivator with surging demonic energy also joined the fight.
The Holy Son frowned and said sternly: "Stop!"
But the few people who were involved in the fight didn''t listen to him at all.
Not only that, more and more Jindan demon cultivators, affected by the battle, have to be involved in this absurd and strange battle...
The Holy Son realized something was wrong at this time, and his heart was a little cold, and he couldn''t help but look at the old demon with blood robe.
The old demon with blood robe twitched slightly, protecting the Holy Son, and slowly took a few steps back.
And this **** battle is becoming increasingly uncontrollable...
"I am a Taoist!"
"No, you are not worthy, I am!"
"Kill you, I am a Taoist!"
…
The two words "Taoist" seem to have magic power and are rooted in the deepest desires. All the magic cultivators of the Golden Pills are gradually attracted by these two words:
"I practice the Xuanyin Demonic Art and refine the Yin Banner, and I should be a Taoist!"
"The Xuanyin Demonic Art is not as good as bullshit!"
"I practice demonic Taoism, eat human flesh, drink human blood, and I am the Taoist!"
"Whoever is born will be a Taoist!"
"Whoever dies will be an ant!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
…
All the Golden Elixir Demon Cultivators seemed to have lost their minds and fell into endless, incredible, crazy killing each other...
The demonic energy spreads everywhere, and blood spills all over the ground.
The sunset in the sky seemed to be stained with blood.
The body competes with evil magic.
Blood Qi condenses the knife, Yin Qi transforms into sword.
The magical weapons of the Demonic Taoism are flying, skeletons, blood banners, ghost swords, dark swords, soul-hiding coffins, corpse-suppressing towers...each showing the magical powers of the Demonic Taoism.
In order to become a "Taoist", the demon cultivators seemed to have been inspired by the most primitive "evil thoughts". They were extremely malicious, resented, hated each other, insulted and rebuked each other...
Even gnaw each other, bite each other, never stop...
They fought and roared with all their might, laughing fiercely.
The entire Dali Mountain is full of a demon prison on earth...
The old demon of blood robe is far away and his mind is still alive. Seeing this scene, even though he is knowledgeable, he is still frightened and unable to believe:
"Dao heart...sizes demons?"
The Holy Son also looked frightened.
"The Taoist heart planted demon..."
"Is this...the demon of the Taoist heart?"
No, it’s not right.
The demons of the Taoist heart that he recognizes are not like this at all...
Far less powerful, with horror…
Twenty golden elixir demon cultivators, without any warning, were planted with demonic thoughts, killing each other without ending their lives...
Like a flesh-and-blooded pig trick in a slaughterhouse...
I don’t know how to die.
This is... a foolish Taoist?
…
The battle between the Jindan demon cultivators has gone from absurdity to fierceness to fierceness to cruelty to cruelty to rest...
The forest is in a mess, like purgatory.
The dispute between "Taoist" has also come to an end.
Twenty Golden Pill Demon Cultivators, all of them were killed or injured.
Only a tall and thin Golden Pill Magic Cultivator left.
He walked to the "Taoist" who was cut to death by the red-faced demon cultivator, stripped off the blood-stained Taoist robe, and put it on himself.
A strange victory smile appeared on his face.
"I am a Taoist!"
As soon as this statement was spoken, an inexplicable chill surged in everyone present.
The Taoist was like a puppet, and he moved his hands and feet inconsistently, and put the Taoist robe that was not fit enough to fit even more inconsistently and gloomy.
Then the Taoist walked towards the Holy Son as always.
It seems like I am going to finish the road I haven’t finished before.
But this time, his steps became much lighter.
The old demon of blood robe gritted his teeth and blocked the Holy Son and said in a deep voice:
"Senior, show mercy!"
Seeing that the Taoist was indifferent, the old demon in blood robe continued to tremble:
“Senior, he is the Holy Son!”
"You and I are both people in the devil''s way. You should know that the status of the Holy Son is respected!"
"The Holy Son''s bloodline is noble... He has the qualification to win the Taoist throne and succeed the Demon Lord. It is very likely that he will be the Demon Lord of the Demon Way in the future, and he will not make any mistakes!"
“Son of the Holy Son…”
…
But no matter what he said, the "Taoist" never stopped.
It seems that he only does things according to his own thoughts, and ignores all people, things, and everything outside his heart.
Seeing that there was no room for change, the old demon in the blood robe looked cold. "Okay, since you are ungrateful, don''t blame me for being rude!"
He sacrificed a bronze soul guarding bell to protect his mind, and then recited the Gu curse, and the blood robe all over his body seemed to come alive, turning into a pool of flowing blood to protect his body.
A dark magic sword floated in front of him.
This is his natal magic weapon, and it is also the most powerful, evil and filthy magic weapon in the Golden Elixir Stage of the Demonic Dao:
Black Demon Sword.
Soul-guarding bell protects the heart, blood-refining robe protects the body, and black magic sword kills.
The third-grade Dali Mountain Prefecture is within the boundary of the state of heaven.
The old demon in the late stage of the Jindan stage, holding these three magical treasures, is close to the peak of the cultivator''s combat power!
The old demon in the blood robe stared at the Taoist and said majestic:
"Those who violate the Holy Son will be killed without mercy!"
Such power seemed to shock the Taoist.
The Taoist stopped, with dark eyes, looking at the old demon with blood robe, and then looked at the Holy Son, and said a cold word:
"You want to protect him?"
His voice was hoarse, like a dead tree, and it seemed like a wind leaking from his throat, and it sounded a little distorted.
"This is natural..." said the old demon in the blood robe.
"Why?"
"Is he worthy?"
The Taoist face changed, and he suddenly started to talk more...
It is clearly from one person''s mouth, but it seems that different people speak together in different voices.
Although his tone is plain, it is mixed with all kinds of grief and anger in the world.
Anger, unwillingness, hatred, ridicule, disdain... all kinds of emotions are as strong as wine and as thick as ink, brewing together:
"You are the Golden Pill, the Great Demon Cultivator!"
"Why should you spare your life to protect this junior?"
"Because he is the Holy Son?"
"Is he the Holy Son?"
"Why is he the Holy Son?"
"Why can he be domineering to you? Why can he make you humble? Why can he make you bow your head and call him a slave?"
"By the blood of his Holy Son?"
"What is blood?"
"After a person dies, he is just a pool of blood and a pile of rotten meat. What is the bloodline?"
"Why, some people are born as holy sons?"
"Which people want to be slaves or servants?"
"Just relying on that rotten skin, a pool of dried blood?"
"Why?"
All the voices of Taoist people gathered together, making them harsh and harsh, and they penetrated into their hearts and asked:
"Why, the Holy Son can''t be you?"
"Why, the Demon Lord can''t be you?"
"Do you rather have a seed, the Holy Lord of the Demon Lord?"
"It''s just a pool of flesh and blood..."
"Life is the same as living, and death is the same as death..."
…
The Taoist demon''s voice came into his ears, the old demon with blood robe trembled, his whole body was trembling, and he tried to calm himself down:
"No, no, he is the Holy Son, he has the bloodline of the Holy Son..."
The Taoist voice was heavy and light, but also had a strange indifference and endless bewitching:
"Then you eat him..."
"Eat his meat and drink his blood!"
"Swallow his blood!"
“You will become the Holy Lord!”
The old demon with blood robe had his legs weakened, and he couldn''t help but staggered. He took a few steps back, his eyes were flustered and his heart was shaken.
No!
No!
This Taoist is lying to me!
But…
He clearly knew that this Taoist was lying to himself!
But endless desires and impulses still surged in his heart.
Yes, this Taoist is lying to himself...
But...is he really lying to himself?
What he said is wrong?
Why?
Why should I be a humble old slave, be humble and beg for mercy?
A demon cultivator should be lawless and do whatever he wants?
What is eating someone?
What is it to eat a saint? !
A "clang" sound.
The soul-guarding bell shattered in response to the sound.
The soul of the old demon in the blood robe has been lost...
He showed great fear in his eyes.
He felt that his spiritual consciousness was divided into two halves, part of which was still "reason" and knew what he could not do, while the other part was filled with terrible instincts and desires.
This instinct drove him to look greedy and walked towards the Holy Son step by step, as if he really wanted to...
The Holy Son was eaten alive!
"No!"
The old demon in the blood robe was struggling with reason.
He must never hurt the Holy Son!
The old demon with blood robe looked ferocious because of his struggle, and huge splits and pain appeared on his face. Finally, his reason was slightly retrospective, and he began to gradually control his body.
But it can only control part of it.
He controlled his left leg, and his right leg was still walking towards the Holy Son. He fell to the ground, controlled his left hand, and his right hand was scattering the ground and crawling towards the Holy Son.
The old demon Ren Xuelang struggled uglyly, he couldn''t control himself and approached the Holy Son step by step.
The closer he gets to the Holy Son, the more murderous intent he has in his heart, and the deeper his hunger and thirst.
The Holy Son was already frightened and stood motionless.
"You can''t hurt the Holy Son!"
"The Holy Son is noble and cannot be misunderstood!"
The old demon in the blood robe made his heart ruthless, and he angrily cut off his meridians and squandered his hands and feet.
But he is a golden elixir, which cuts off the meridians, wastes his hands and feet, and has blood, demonic energy, and natal magic weapons...
As long as he lives, the Holy Son will die.
The old demon with blood robe showed despair.
"Is this... a foolish Taoist..."
He glanced at the Holy Son, smiled sadly, and then his eyes were fierce and sharp, and he pointed to his claws, breaking his heart''s meridians, and at the same time, his spiritual power was reversed and destroyed his golden elixir!
The golden elixir explodes, which is extremely powerful.
In an instant, the demonic energy swelled up and blood mist filled the sky.
The old demon in the blood robe only sealed the power of self-explosion in his body, in order not to hurt the Holy Son. Therefore, the blood mist is strong and the sound is extremely powerful, but the overflowing power is not strong.
The old demon in the blood robe is dead.
Everyone present was shocked and shrilled.
The demonic Taoist looked as usual, and he looked disdainful to the death of the old demon in the blood robe:
"If you have the courage to die, if you don''t have the courage to rebel, you are too servile..."
After saying that, he walked towards the Holy Son again, his eyes indifferently as if he was looking at the mustard of grass.
It seems as if he is as noble as a saint, but he is just a pile of dry bones and rotten flesh.
The scared Holy Son came to his senses, and his steps were weak, he fell to the ground, struggling to retreat.
More than twenty magical golden elixirs died at the hands of the demonic Taoist people!
And he died strangely, cruelly, without warning, and he could not be guarded against.
There is no more arrogance or indifference on the face of the Holy Son, but only endless fear.
"I...I am the Holy Son...you can''t kill me!"
"Don''t, don''t plant demons in the heart of Tao!"
"Don''t plant demons!"
"I don''t want to be a human being or a ghost!"
But the demonic Taoist didn''t listen at all. After a few steps, he had approached the Holy Son. His slender and pale hands slowly stretched out towards the Holy Son.
The Holy Son felt his liver and gallbladder split, and he racked his brains to survive:
"No, don''t kill me!"
"I am the Holy Son, and I may be the Demon Lord in the future!"
"My father is the leader of the Ghost King Sect, and my mother is the Blood Jade Rakshasa..."
…
But these words can''t stop the wise Taoist.
At this moment, the Holy Son shouted, "I have the bloodline of the ''blood Taoist Man'', and I am the descendant of the blood Taoist Man..."
The demonic Taoist''s hand stopped.
And the ink painting at this time had a slightly condensed look.
He heard the name of another Taoist:
"Blood" Taoist.
I don’t know if it was because of the Blood Taoist, but the Devil Taoist lowered his hand and let the Holy Son go.
The Holy Son survived the disaster and gasped for breath, and then he realized that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
The devilish Taoist brought him an unprecedented sense of oppression and fear.
At this time, these crises have passed.
The Holy Son also deeply understood the weight of the word "Taoist".
He secretly raised his eyes and looked at the Taoist in fear. Although his voice was still a little trembling, he still said respectfully:
"The Blood Taoist is my ancestor, an ancient great demon cultivator. You also have the title of Taoist, so I should respectfully call you, "Uncle Master"?"
The devilish Taoist ignored it at all.
He turned his head and looked at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi. A different feeling appeared in his dark pupils.
Then, he walked towards Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi step by step.
Although his voice was a little intermittent and stiff, his tone was no longer weird and became normal:
"You are my junior brother''s disciples?"
"Or...my junior sister''s child..."
"I want you to lead a way and take me to see...my junior brother."
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi looked pale.
Aunt Xue looked even more frightened.
She knew that this was definitely not as simple as "leading the way".
The intrigue Taoist wants to capture Zisheng and Zixi and use them as bargaining chips!
The devilish Taoist acts unpredictable and cruel.
He won''t care about the old feelings.
Once you are captured by a demonic Taoist, life and death are unknown, misfortunes and good fortunes are unpredictable, and it is very likely that you will never come back...
Even if you come back, you are likely to be "the demon of the Tao heart". If you are dominated by it, life is worse than death...
Aunt Xue was in pain and extremely anxious, "Senior..."
But soon, she found that she could not speak, and even a finger could not move.
Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi were also unable to move.
The intrigue Taoist approached them step by step, with a calm expression, stretched out his slender and **** palm, trying to grab the two of them in his hands...
Aunt Xue was anxious and furious, and couldn''t help but vomit blood.
The surroundings were silent like death.
At this moment, a crisp but abrupt sound rang:
“Master…”
This sound broke the dead silence.
The intrigue Taoist turned his head and found that there was a young monk standing not far away. His expression was calm, his eyes were clear, and he had a little deeper look.
"I''ll take you there." Mo Hua said.
The intriguing Taoist looked at the ink painting, his eyes were cold and he didn''t care.
Suddenly he felt a thrill.
Don''t care...
Why would I... not care?
How could I... just miss this little thing...
The intrigue Taoist looked at the ink painting and carefully calculated it. He felt that a sensation of clouds and mist dissipated, and the cause and effect were shattered, and a small figure gradually appeared in his mind.
"This is... the person who was hidden by my junior brother..."
The dark eyes of the foolish Taoist trembled slightly.
"Okay..." A vivid and weird expression appeared on the face of the foolish Taoist, "You go with me..."
With you, it''s enough...
Mo Hua nodded.
"Junior brother!" Bai Zisheng was very anxious.
Bai Zixi''s eyes trembled, and she said anxiously: "Ink Painting!"
Aunt Xue bit her lip tightly, helpless.
Mo Hua smiled gently at them, waved his hand and said:
"Senior brother and sister, you guys go back first. I''ll go see the master with you..."
The intriguing Taoist looked at Mo Hua in surprise, then turned around and walked forward with a sway.
Mo Hua followed him.
The sunset has set.
Two figures, one big and one small, one weird and one innocent, step by step, walking towards the path when they came...
(This chapter ends)