Taichu Yandao: Starting from the Villain

Long Wanshou supported himself on the ground with his hands, his wrinkled face was covered with sweat, and he was breathing heavily.

As if reaching some kind of limit, Long Wanshou's head suddenly split in the middle like a ripe watermelon.

No blood flowed out of the cracks. A hoarse voice came from the throat: "Young man, I advise you..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and the second half of the sentence floated in from the main entrance of the casino: "...think twice before you act."

The voice was powerful and majestic, and the spiritual pressure it released made everyone in the hall tremble with fear.

Following the sound, a blue figure took off and landed a few times and appeared next to Long Wanshou who was lying on the ground.

The man had a head full of white hair, wore a Tai Chi crimson blue Taoist robe, and held a peach wood whisk. Who else could he be but Panlong Taoist?

He stretched out his left hand, gently grabbed the cracked head, and two dice flew out with a whoosh.

Countless mechanical springs scattered everywhere, and Long Wanshou, who was full of energy just now, turned out to be just a puppet.

Taoist Panlong swung his right hand, and the white silk whisk immediately expanded rapidly, like a rushing waterfall, rushing straight into the sky of Qujiang River.

"Please ask the Ghost King for the Underworld Fire." Qu Jiangtian was not panicked at all.

Beside him, the ghost took a deep breath, puffed up his cheeks, and spewed out a blue flame.

The white silk and blue flame intersected in the air, and immediately made a crackling sound and billowing black smoke.

The smoke spread in all directions, carrying a stench of corruption as it rushed towards the monks around.

"Hey!"

"It stinks!"

Countless monks hurriedly covered their mouths and noses, and some of those with weaker cultivation even vomited violently on the spot.

At this moment, everyone in the gambling hall was in danger. Everyone was pushing and shoving each other, fearing that they would be involved in the fight.

Some people even rushed towards the door regardless of everything.

After about ten breaths, Taoist Panlong snorted lightly, pulled it back with force, and took back the whisk.

The whisk returned to its original state, visibly shorter than before, and the white silk became dull and lifeless, without any trace of the immortal air any more.

Taoist Panlong was filled with anger and shouted, "Young man, don't think that I can't do anything to you."

As he spoke, he reached around his waist and pulled out an ancient scroll.

In the gambling hall, countless monks lowered their heads immediately with shame on their faces after seeing the scroll.

Qu Jiang's eyes sparkled, and he said with a smile: "The Blood Contract is a good thing. This trip is not in vain."

"You really know what's good. I'll use you as a sacrifice book today." Taoist Panlong pinched the eight trigrams fingers and silently recited the magic formula.

In an instant, all the dealers and servants in the hall suddenly trembled for no reason. Some of them held their heads with their hands, expressions of extreme pain, while others had red eyes, like ferocious beasts.

In addition, some ordinary monks were sweating profusely, and although their eyes were not completely lost, they became dazed.

"It is only natural to pay back debts. Do you have money?" Taoist Panlong asked.

The next moment, the hundreds of dealers and servants in the hall completely lost their minds and rushed towards Qu Jiangtian like crazy.

At the front of the team, the person wearing a gown with copper coin patterns was Fatty Wang.

He was fat, but moved very quickly, and his huge fist went straight to Qujiang Tianmen.

Seeing so many people rushing over, Qu Jiangtian's originally calm face showed a look of nervousness.

He took out a talisman and chanted: "Please the Golden Armor God..."

He had only read halfway when Fatty Wang's fist arrived and hit him right on the nose.

A warm current flowed out of his nasal cavity, and Qu Jiangtian's eyes immediately filled with tears.

He kicked Fatty Wang away and said angrily, "How dare you hurt me? Pay with your life."

He flew into the air, stuck the talisman on his body, and shouted again: "Please ask the Golden Armor God to protect me."

The moment the character "体" fell to the ground, a layer of golden shadow lit up and instantly wrapped Qu Jiangtian tightly.

Then, Qu Jiangtian said to the ghost head: "Please lend me the Ghost King's Sword."

In mid-air, the ghost head immediately flew back and landed on the dagger.

The ghost's head gradually shrank, but the dagger grew bigger and bigger, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a three-foot-long sword.

The dark blue flame appeared and disappeared on the broadsword, forming a sharp contrast with the golden shadow, which was a bit weird.

Qu Jiangtian, holding a big knife, flashed in front of Fatty Wang and slashed across, directly cutting off the other's head.

Blood gushed out from the headless corpse for five or six breaths before gradually stopping.

Qu Jiangtian laughed loudly and rushed towards a blue-shirted attendant nearby again.

Various spells attacked him from time to time around him, but none of them could hurt him as they were all blocked by the golden shadow on his body.

In just ten or so breaths, more than a dozen blue-shirted attendants fell down.

Some died on the spot, while others continued to twitch.

Among these cultivators, several were at the great perfection stage of Qi training, but under Qu Jiangtian's knife, killing them was as easy as killing chickens and dogs.

Taoist Panlong didn't care about it at all. He once again activated his magic formula, forcing the monks who had signed the blood contract to kill Qu Jiangtian.

His plan was simple. With so many cultivators in the valley, even if he just outnumbered them, he could still wear down the enemy to death.

About an incense stick of time later, hundreds of corpses were lying all the way from the center of the gambling hall to the main entrance, and the blood dyed everything red, just like the Asura Hell.

Qu Jiangtian held the ghost-head knife with both hands, panting and said, "It feels so good! It feels so damn good. I haven't felt so good like today in a long time."

Taoist Panlong sneered and said, "Great! I'll make you feel even better later. Let's see how long you can last, little beast!"

Qu Jiangtian looked at Panlong Taoist, shook his head and said, "You old idiot, you want to exhaust me to death? Your plan will fail! But if you continue like this, the Blood Contract will be useless even if you get it."

Taoist Panlong's expression froze, and he said angrily, "You little bastard, you still dare to be stubborn even when you are about to die."

Qu Jiangtian did not refute, but pointed the hilt of the knife at his chest and shouted: "Please enjoy the blood meal, Lord Ghost King."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ghost head on the handle of the knife suddenly bit Qu Jiangtian's chest and refused to let go.

At the same time, the silent blood in the gambling hall immediately began to boil, and countless blood vapor floated out in the blink of an eye.

Blood condensed in the air, from dots to drops, and from drops to balls. In just a few breaths, it became the size of a human head.

Qu Jiangtian waved his hand, and the blood rushed straight to the big knife, passing through the complex patterns on the blade and flowing towards the ghost head.

Soon, the blood and energy were completely devoured, and Qu Jiangtian's momentum returned to its peak state.

He turned his head and glanced at the many blue-shirted monks outside the hall as if they were looking at lambs.

These people came from all over the valley, and among them were countless ordinary cultivators like Zhao Rui and the other two.

Their minds had not yet been fully controlled, and when they saw Qu Jiangtian's gaze, they all stepped back instinctively.