Eat the incense of the world, I am actually the underworld

Chapter 165
The Lordless Taoist is going crazy!
In order to get rid of the illusion, he used countless means, and even cruelly sealed his six senses and closed his mind.

However, even if he tried his best, the airspace remained the same.

He seemed to have never moved a step.

What frightened him the most was that the empty space was empty, the exhausted Yuan Qi could not be replenished, and the incense from the Dao Palace could not be delivered.

As a last resort, he let go of his old face and tried to save himself.

He first used incense to call out to his fellow disciples, and after getting no response, he finally realized that this place was not an illusion.

Here is the sky!

How many ascetics have been struggling to find a place, but they have been hit by him by mistake, but what they get is not to hear the Tao in the morning, and they will die in the evening.

but fear.

——Between life and death, there is great terror, which is born in the heart and manifests in the body.

Once Yuan Qi is exhausted, he will die, and even enter the ghost realm.

How could this make him calm down?
Especially in the Palace of Neijing, which pays attention to "raising the six spirits and beheading the three corpses", and pays special attention to the three corpses, which makes the distracting thoughts in the heart more complicated.

I don't know how long it has passed, when Taoist Wuzhu was in danger, he gritted his teeth and recited the Taoist name of Mingchen, trying to communicate with Mo Chuan through the way of incense.

This is his only hope of saving himself!

After all, it was Mo Chuan who led him into this place by mistake.

"There is no master in the poor world, please call on the Immortal Elder Mingchen!"

In the next second, Taoist Wuzhu's pupils dilated, because Taoist Mingchen responded to the incense.

【Liver God·Wooden Dragon】

The illusion of Suzaku suddenly appeared in the eyes, and in an instant, the scenery at the end of the incense burner was reflected in the eyes.

Taoist Wuzhu finally met Mo Chuan again.

However, compared to Mo Chuan; the scenery around Mo Chuan is more eye-catching.

Just a glimpse of it made Taoist Wuzhu stunned.

Then I saw that world, the glazed building, brightly lit, exquisite and translucent everywhere, as bright as a sea of ​​stars.

On the road, the light is shining and flowing, like stars coming to the sky, walking on the earth.

end is:

Ten thousand beams of golden light roll red neon, and thousands of auspicious qi spray purple mist;
Mingxia shimmers in the sky, and the blue mist covers the mouth of the bucket.

'Palaces and terraces, music tools, holding buildings and building festivals, panoramas and smoke, and the environment is shining in the morning... Is this the Heavenly Palace? '

Wuzhu Daoist's heart was shaking, and when he gritted his teeth, Yuan Qi spurted out, urging his courage.

【God of Bravery·Long Yao Weiming】

All of a sudden, the snake wrapped around the body roared, opened its teeth and danced its claws, and rushed towards the incense.

However, the strange fantasy story has fascinated Taoist Wuzhu for too long, and even the delay of snapping fingers is enough to make Mo Chuan blow away his incense.

Teng Snake had just rushed halfway, and the incense passage that bridged the two worlds suddenly disappeared.

"Roar--"

"No!"

Tengshe and Wuzhu Taoist roared in unison, their eyes split open.

——What is more desperate than despair is to give hope to the impossible.

……

At the same time, Mo Chuan's old face sank as he blew away the incense.

He got up and sat up, his expression was uncertain for a while, he suddenly refined his spirit, escaped into the void, rolled up his body, and rushed towards the suburbs.

He rarely uses Taoism in reality.

Because he is not sure whether there are tall people in this world?
Therefore, in order to keep this "safe house", it is better to survive in silence for the sake of safety.

But now he can't control it.

He must deal with Wuzhu Taoist as soon as possible.

Otherwise, every incense stick in the future will make him worry.

Refining the spirit into the void, a thousand miles away with a flick of a finger.

Not long after, a cyan figure suddenly appeared in the pitch-black wilderness of Xingnan City.

After he landed, he immediately sat cross-legged, put the Three Scenery Sword across his knees, and waited quietly for Taoist Wuzhu.

——Wuzhu Taoist saw the bright lights on Mo Chuan's side; Mo Chuan also saw the world around Wuzhu Taoist as empty and silent as space.

So he was sure that Taoist Wuzhu would offer incense again.

really!

Not long after, a wisp of green smoke appeared from nothingness. Mo Chuan hesitated for a moment, and responded immediately.

"The art of earth evil, I beg fellow daoists to be merciful!"

No one was seen, and an urgent cry came.

Goodbye Taoist Wuzhu, instead of rushing forward, he gritted his teeth and recited the [Disha·Bigu] technique.

Mo Chuan's heart skipped a beat, and he waited quietly for him to finish speaking.

After the bigu technique is obtained, billowing incense flows out of the body, following the incense passage, wrapping around Taoist Wuzhu and leading him in.

This time, the Wuzhu Taoist did not resist, and let the incense burn around him.

In the next second, a purple light appeared in front of Mo Chuan.

"Enemies should be solved rather than tied. The poor Taoist would like to take the blame, just ask..."

As soon as Fang Wuzhuo showed up, he immediately bowed his hands and pleaded guilty.

However, before he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly.

I saw Taoist Wuzhu's complexion changed drastically. In the flick of a finger, the heaven and the earth seemed to have the will of the Dao, glaring at him, sending six people and eight evil spirits around his body, calling out evil spirits to kill the hostages, skinning and tearing apart the bones!

Make him unable to move.

800 years of penance to practice Taoism is like a hundred rivers breaking their embankments, rushing down thousands of miles.

It is frightening!

"This, why is this?"

The Taoist Wuzhu was terrified, he quickly stopped his spleen spirit and strengthened his spirit body to resist the killing of heaven and earth!
"Fellow Daoist, can't you see it? Heaven and earth are rejecting you!"

Mo Chuan was on guard, but he didn't stay away.

——He was worried that after the Taoist Wuzhu went mad, he would go on a rampage and rush into the populated place.

"Heaven and earth repel? Could it be... Could it be that this place is really Nine Heavens?"

The Wuzhu Taoist opened his heart-spirited eyes, and looking across, he could faintly see the bright lights in the sky and the city walls.

Looking at the sky from the corner of the eye, you can even see something flickering, walking leisurely.

Mo Chuan didn't say anything, but became more vigilant!
However, in just a few words, Wuzhu Taoist's 800-year cultivation base has already fallen to the top five, and the speed is far faster than that of Guitong Wangsheng.

This scene gave Mo Chuan some insight.

I especially remember that when Wei Lai came over, he was only rejected by heaven and earth.

The headless ghost and Musheng were cut off.

Looking at Taoist Wuzhu again, it is obvious that the higher the Taoism is, the easier it is to arouse the laws of heaven and earth!
"Save me, Pindao is willing to be a fairy boy!"

The moment he guessed Jiuchongtian, Taoist Wuzhu could no longer resist the strangulation of heaven and earth, and with a plop, he knelt on the ground and begged for his life.

At this moment, what kind of immortal demeanor, what kind of immortality in purple robes, what kind of high-level inner skills...

Under the terror of life and death, they were all reduced to mortal bones.

Mo Chuan remained expressionless, and quietly took another step back.

"Save me! Save... me... save me!"

Wuzhu Taoist's voice was exhausted, his pupils dilated suddenly, and he saw the Three Scenery Sword in Mo Chuan's hand shining brightly, turning into a frightened sword light, which directly grabbed the head of the person on the neck.

"puff!"

The sword light brushed across the neck, drawing a line of blood.

Taoist Wuzhu suddenly calmed down, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "W-why... Immortals are not as good as humans?"

Boom!
The huge head rolled down, and Er Er's headless body fell straight to the ground.

The next moment, a wisp of remnant soul struggled out, and before it could flee in panic, the soul body suddenly shattered, like a cicada molting the spring soil, and escaped from the body of a fairy.

As soon as Mo Chuan raised his hand, the talisman to deter ghosts suddenly fell on his fingertips, turning into a stream of light and falling on the body of Immortal Wuzhu.

"I have the method of cultivating the spirit, which can be taught...not—"

The Wuzhu Taoist, who became a dharma immortal, tried to struggle against the glimmer of life, but karma was determined, and Mo Chuan, who knew that the dharma immortal was special, couldn't listen to his words at all.

With a flick of a finger, he completely killed Taoist Duxian Wuzhu, leaving no chance to take advantage of it.

(End of this chapter)