The Taoist priest almost ran out of anger, and the passing years were not good, and he found out how many pirated copies he had recently hauled.

First of all, a remnant of his soul was hidden in the nameless picture scroll, and now there is a corpse exactly like him lying in this ghost place that can't be beaten with eight poles, what is this what the hell is it!

How unlucky, curse Lao Tzu, right?

Feng Zixuan didn't know what to do, and looked at the Taoist priest suspiciously: "Senior, this..."

"Don't ask me, where do I know!"

Rolling his eyes, the Taoist priest twisted his head angrily, ignored Feng Zixuan, who was full of suspicion, and carefully investigated the corpse in the coffin.

From head to toe, every strand of hair, and even the residual breath on his body, everything is the same as him.

The person inside the coffin was almost like a replica of him, and there was no difference between the two except that he was lifeless.

"Who the hell is playing with me?!"

Scolding hatefully, the Taoist priest reached out and pressed the corpse's eyebrows, he had to confirm whether this person was really dead.

Just before his hand was about to touch the center of his eyebrows, the eyes of the male corpse suddenly opened, and his black and white eyes were slightly ignorant and turbid, but after seeing the Taoist priest, he suddenly became clear, and the corners of his mouth showed a wicked smile.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

The ugly laughter was like holding phlegm in the throat, which made people very uncomfortable, and the Taoist priest was furious when he saw that his wise and martial appearance was so ruined, and his face turned black and slapped the other party's face.

But the other party was a step faster than him, and when he just moved, he raised his hand in front of him, and there was a muffled sound when his palms intersected, and the male corpse in the jade coffin was shattered and rolled out a few times, and the Taoist priest couldn't help but take a step back.

"Grass mud horse, do you dare to fight back when Lao Tzu beats you?

The Taoist priest was furious, and he came to the male corpse on tiptoe in an instant, and slapped the other party's eyebrows and dantian with each palm doing a wonderful method.

"Ho-ho-ho!"

The male corpse was not afraid at all, and after an ugly evil laugh, he did not avoid his palms to meet him, and the intersection of the four palms was a hard touch, and the result was shocking, and the two sides took a step back, and they fought evenly!

Seeing this, Purple Kite's face changed, and Lianbu moved lightly and wanted to go over to help without hesitation, Feng Zixuan hurriedly pulled it and dragged it into the distance without saying anything.

"Purple Juan girl, don't be impulsive, your cultivation won't help, but will add to the chaos!

The Feng family has always been in the same sky as a ghost cultivator, but Feng Zixuan did not regard the purple kite as a female ghost at the moment, and when he thought of the third brother, he regarded it as the princess of the palace family, Gong Zijuan, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with saving a female ghost.

Feng Zixuan was reasonable, and the purple kite, who had calmed down, no longer struggled, glanced at the other party and said coldly: "My name is Purple Kite, not Purple Juan." ”

"Okay, you can call anything, hurry up and follow me to retreat first!"

Feng Zixuan didn't care about this, he pulled the purple kite all the way and withdrew far away, and Yu Wei, who was fighting, couldn't hurt them before he stopped, and turned around to see that the Taoist priest and the male corpse had already become one.

Another heavy slap of the palm, the Taoist priest and the male corpse each retreated, the Taoist priest who had the slightest upper hand was not happy at all, and the anger in his heart made his teeth grind.

"Oh, Lao Tzu hates copycats the most in this life and in his previous life!

"Ho-ho-ho!"

"Ho you're paralyzed!"

The Taoist priest was furious and no longer kept his hands, and made seals for each of his hands.

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun Imperial Law!"

"Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun Imperial Law!"

"The five elements are crossed, the lack is full, and the wind and rain are thunderous and the clouds are the mountains!"

"The five elements are crossed, the lack is full, and the wind and rain are thunderous and the clouds are the mountains!"

"it!"

The spell was sacrificed, and the Taoist priest scolded angrily at the same time.

He found that the other party of his self-created "Wuji Qiankun Dao" actually could, he said a word of Taoism, and the other party also said a Taoist formula, one after the other was like a repeater, and in the end, even the spell was the same, and his eyes suddenly narrowed dangerously.

The wind and clouds moved, the thunder rolled, and the two identical cloud mountains collided together with the thunder and light, and the sound shook the four fields deafeningly, and the depressed breath was even more overwhelming, and they were inexplicably panicked.

The Taoist priest doesn't care about the victory or defeat of the spell, the other party can imitate his Dao method and successfully cast it, no matter how bad it is.

What he pondered was the identity of the other party, there were many spells in the world that could imitate appearance, but there were very few who could change their body shape and even imitate their breath. And now this kind of practice and Taoism can be imitated is unique, and you can't find a handful of them all in the Three Realms, and the Taoist priests just know all of them.

After pondering it carefully, his pupils shrank, and he said in a cold voice word by word: "You are a thousand-faced Langjun! You are not dead yet?!"

As soon as these words came out, Feng Zixuan was also stunned, and Yu Guang saw the purple kite looking at him incomprehensibly, and he explained in a low voice: "Thousand-faced Langjun is a thousand-faced ghost saint, I don't know what it is, nothing in the world cannot be imitated, no one has seen his true face." He is a ghost saint in the underworld, he should not appear in the human world, and only comes to the world every time there is darkness and turmoil, relying on his flawless transformation technique to cause a bloody storm. Ten thousand years ago, he came to earth again, but he was seen through by a nameless power, and after the First World War, he was beaten to pieces. He should have died then, but he didn't expect to be here today, it's broken!"

"Broken?" the purple kite was puzzled.

Feng Zixuan said with a gloomy face: "The ghost saint is a ghost immortal in the underworld, on par with the true immortal in the immortal world, no matter how powerful Tianyi Zun is, he is not a true immortal, and he is dead or alive!"

Purple Kite was shocked, although she had great confidence in the Taoist priest, she still couldn't help but worry for a while.

"You're not helping?"

"This..."

Feng Zixuan hesitated.

The immortals fought and the little ghosts suffered, although they had the method of fighting against the immortals, but they offended a ghost saint for no reason, and he felt that something was wrong.

Although the purple kite had forgotten the past, her mind was still generally clear and exquisite, and she saw Feng Zixuan's concerns at a glance, and suddenly sneered.

"A ghost saint is hiding in your brother's grave, what is he doing and what are you trying to do? Do you think that your father's accident, your second brother's tragic death, and your third brother's disappearance will have nothing to do with him? What's more, don't forget where this is, if your predecessors have three longs and two shorts, do you think you can escape the Feng family?"

Feng Zixuan was just a little hesitant, but as soon as Purple Kite said this, he immediately made up his mind.

"Let's go!"

Pulling up the purple kite, Feng Zixuan turned around and left. He can't help this matter alone, so he has to summon the masters of the clan to come together, and with the help of the sacrificial spirit guards, he can strangle it here.

But as soon as he walked a few steps, the Taoist priest chased after him: "Come back, don't call outsiders to come! He is a thousand-faced Langjun, and the more people there are, the more troublesome it is!"

The footsteps stopped abruptly, Feng Zixuan stood in place, and the Taoist priest reminded him that he also remembered some legends of this ghost saint.

In terms of strength, the Thousand-Faced Ghost Saint is not the highest in the underworld, but he is indeed the most troublesome one. Just like the human-faced spider of the demon clan, he prefers to make fun by sowing discord and killing each other rather than killing people directly.

The human-faced spider just turned into an absolutely bewitching person, and the thousand-faced ghost saint was a dove occupying the magpie's nest and directly turning into a person's appearance to provoke it. Once he is targeted, no one will know who he has changed, even if he can get a glimpse of it from his behavior, but people throw away the body of the bitter master, change the target and continue to pretend, you can't tell the truth from the fake.

It is said that in the dark years 10,000 years ago, there was a powerful family no less than the four sects of Mobei that was torn apart by him alone, and finally drowned in the dark tide of turmoil. It was also the bad luck of that clan, the immortal ancestor of the Zhen Sect who descended from the fairy world died unexpectedly, and without a backer, they could only rely on the big array of guarding the mountain to shrink out, but they were still found by the Thousand-Faced Ghost Saint and sneaked in, stirring up the hearts of the people all over the door.

Not to mention the same race, even blood relatives can't trust each other, children don't know if their parents are ghosts, and parents don't know if their children are still themselves. The last time the trivial quarrel became a spark that ignited the barrel, and the long-suppressed clansmen rioted, raising their blades and slashing at any of the clansmen they thought were suspicious, even their parents and brothers.

At a terrible price, the family fell apart. But the Thousand-Faced Ghost Saint has not been harmed at all from beginning to end, and has been hiding in the shadows and happily enjoying this human abuse drama.

It wasn't until the end of the Dark Years that the Thousand-Faced Ghost Saint got into trouble, and a master of the human realm who didn't spare his life found him, and not only saw through his disguise, but even won a battle to beat him to death. This incident caused quite a stir in the human world at the beginning, and even the human race, which had just suffered heavy losses in a vicious battle with the demon clan, swept away the depression and pushed the cup to change the lamp to celebrate, which shows how deep the shadow left by this ghost saint in their hearts.

At the same time, for the first time, the clans in the human world also knew that people could also fight immortals, not by relying on the great array magic weapons handed down from the ancestors who could defeat immortals, nor by relying on the immortal ancestors who descended from the immortal family, but by the monks of the human world themselves. With a mortal body that has not been nourished by immortal energy, killing an immortal-level existence, and also a ghost saint in the underworld, the saying that the late stage of ascension is the limit of the human world has been broken, and many masters have begun to explore the unspeakable realm above the ascension period, and the theory of the extreme realm has spread among the top circles in the human world.

The extreme realm exists, but how to enter that realm, no one has known for thousands of years. The only one who was confirmed to be on the extreme realm was the Taoist priest, and he was also called Tianyi because of this. But even if he is in the extreme realm, he is inferior to the nameless master who can kill the ghost saint, or even greatly inferior. Moreover, everyone in the world knows that Tianyi Venerable was seriously injured, and the great retreat of the Daoist was not as good as back then, so Feng Zixuan did not think that the Taoist priest could defeat the thousand-faced ghost saint in front of him, even if the thousand-faced ghost saint was seriously injured, it was not as good as back then.

But the next moment, his face stiffened, and he twitched his ears, feeling that he was having auditory hallucinations.

"See you again. ”

The Thousand-Faced Ghost Saint finally stopped letting out that unbearable disgusting laugh and said a human word.

The Taoist priest was not surprised, raised his chin and asked lightly, "Say, who sent you?"

"Ho-ho-ho!"

"Ho you paralyzed, talk about people!"

"Ho-ho-ho!"

"Grass, don't say it, okay, Lao Tzu is in a bad mood today, beat until you say it!"

moved his neck, his body was weak, and when he looked at it again, the Taoist priest had deceived "himself", and according to "himself", his handsome face was an old fist.

"Let you learn from Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu can't kill you!"

Seeing that the two were fighting again, Feng Zixuan finally came back to his senses and turned his stiff neck to look at the purple kite.

"He... They know?!"

Purple Kite looked at him coldly and did not speak.

After knowing each other for so long, whether it is Li Chuyi or a Taoist priest, no matter what strange things happen to them, she is no longer surprised.