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"Ah~" The little Taoist priest roared lightly, feeling that he was as uncomfortable as being fried, and hurriedly used the exercises to resist. Resisting and absorbing its medicinal properties is an even more difficult process. The little Taoist priest thought that the future skin change would increase the pain step by step, and his scalp was numb.

Without great perseverance, there is no great opportunity. The little Taoist priest gritted his teeth, held on to it, and died of pain several times.

"I, Zhang Qing, want to stand on top of the world, how can I be frightened by this little pain?" The little Taoist roared in his heart, giving birth to a crazy tenacity. As long as you can persevere, you will definitely succeed.

"I don't want to be looked down upon by others, don't be bullied by tiger girls!" The little Taoist priest clenched his fists. He knew that the tiger girl was born with divine powers. When he went home last year to pay homage to his grandfather, he saw Hu Niu pushing two cows up a collapsed mountain road. At that time, when she saw the little Taoist, she smiled with a cracked mouth.

The little Taoist priest was shocked, her mouth was terrifyingly big, and she could eat a little piglet in one bite. The front teeth were yellow and thick, and one was the size of a thumb. The little Taoist priest who saw that scene almost rolled down the hillside. It's really earth-shattering!

"I want to get out of the red dust and step into the road of eternal life!" Grandpa's death was a blow to the little Taoist. At that time, he was thinking about the question of why people die and whether people can not die. However, his cultivation has not been moving forward quickly, which is one of his hard wounds. Now that he has the opportunity, where is he willing to let it flow from his hands?

He knew that this "Golden Rhino Heaven Breaking Technique" was difficult to refine, and it was precisely because of this that there were not many people who were truly successful in cultivation. Others can't hold on, but if you hold on, you will be extraordinary.

An hour passed, two hours passed...... and at last, twelve hours passed. His body, like a roast duck, turned purple. Without hesitation, he jumped into another prepared potion bucket to restore skin injuries.

Time passed day by day, and the old road outside was also a little anxious, what happened to this kid inside? It's been ten days, has he ever changed to a third skin?

Alas, is it too cruel yourself? After all, he was still a fifteen-year-old child, and his personality was somewhat cowardly. However, if he passed this hurdle, even if he only changed his skin three times, it would be a good thing for his future cultivation. There have been many examples in the past, after changing the skin, many monks have greatly improved their mana and moved forward.

But there was no sound of ghosts crying wolves inside, and it seemed that it had not yet reached the worst level.

Wang Lian also came to see it twice. She knew that her junior brother was usually lazy, and if there was no one to supervise, he would not practice seriously, but finally this time he took the initiative to retreat and cultivate, and I don't know if it had any effect.

However, in the past month or so, the younger brother seems to have changed a lot, which is a bit weird, especially the addiction to housework. She really had some doubts that her junior brother had been taken away by some old monster who loved to do housework. It's just that his usual personality is not very obtrusive, but it hasn't changed much from before.

Eleven days, twelve days...... It wasn't until the twentieth day that the door to the secret room opened. The little Taoist priest walked out of it, looked inside with palpitations, and was chased by a ghost, screaming and rushing out of it.

"This is a sin, Master!" The little Taoist priest complained with a crying voice, "I almost melted into the potion bucket." ”

When changing the skin for the ninth time, the bone-eliminating cream pollen is put in, and soon after it goes, the skin will turn into a thin film, just like milk skin, which will melt away at any time. Fortunately, the golden page suddenly emitted a golden light, moisturizing, so that the film never dissipated, and finally persevered.

"Hmph, are you embarrassed to say? It took 20 days to change the skin four times, and it was a pig that could be changed for the fifth time! Lao Dao snorted. At this time, the little Taoist's skin was a little pale golden, and it was also a little like copper, so the old Taoist thought that he had only changed his skin four times.

"No, Master, I have been ...... in the past twenty days," the little Taoist priest was about to explain.

"Senior brother, are you out of the customs? There is no disfigurement, it's really Daozun's blessing, I'll take a look, well, it's really a little different from before, I changed the skin four times, it's just different! Senior sister Wang Lian heard the sound and saw that the little Taoist priest was safe and sound, and she also cared about the authenticity.

"Senior sister, isn't it just a little skin change? You don't look at who I am, junior brother, I am a good person, and I have the blessing of the gods......" The little Taoist priest saw that the senior sister was coming, and boasted to himself.

"Master, I see that my junior brother has greatly improved his physical body when he is out of the customs this time, which is a good thing." Senior Sister Wang directly filtered out the words of the little Taoist priest and said to the old Taoist, "However, the spirit seems to be a little disordered, you have to prescribe a few pairs of medicines to regulate him!" ”

"You don't have to worry about this, I've already prepared the medicine." Lao Dao nodded, flipped his hand, and a small medicine jar appeared in his palm, and shouted to the little Taoist, "Stinky boy, drink this pot of medicine for me!" ”

Drink medicine? The little Taoist priest was about to object, but he smelled a pungent fragrance, which was refreshing. So he took it and drank it all.

I haven't eaten for twenty days, and the things in the medicine jar are not only ginseng, but also great tonic things such as Shou Wu, so my appetite is naturally opened.

The little Taoist priest licked his lips, like a puppy, and looked at Lao Dao with his eyes: "Master, is there anything else?" ”

"Go back and get some sleep, tomorrow the nightmare will be over." Lao Dao said gently, "Strive to close again next month!" ”

What, to do it again? The little Taoist priest screamed, ran out of the hall, and went back to his room to sleep.

"Alas, Lian'er, what do you think?" Lao Dao sighed and said.

"Master, the junior brother is still young, let him change the skin again next year!" Wang Lian said worriedly.

"It's not that the master forced him, it's really time short, and the disciple selection was changed to November this year. The day before yesterday, there was an urgent news from the Council of Elders, at the end of this year, Master was going to go on an expedition to a foreign land with the army, and I don't know if he will be able to come back. Although Xiaoqing is not sensible yet, she has to learn to face challenges. In case I can't come back...... you have to take care of your junior brother more! Lao Dao frowned.

"What, Master, you're leaving us?" Wang Lian was taken aback.

"There are some things I shouldn't have told you right now. However, when the Master is uncertain about life and death, he will tell you some things about my world, and let you have a bottom in your heart in the future! Lao Dao and Wang Lian walked to the hall and sat down to talk about many things in the Linguang Realm.

The Linguang Realm is one of the three thousand small realms. Each sub-realm is controlled by the Dao Lord, the Buddha Lord, or the Demon Lord. Among them, there are more than 1,400 small realms controlled by the demon lord, about 1,000 realms controlled by the Taoist master, and the Buddha master has no quarrel with the world, only more than 500 realms.

However, the demon lord is insatiable and constantly infiltrates outward. It is jealous of the Buddha and does not dare to expand in a big way, but it does not have so much scruples about Taoism. The Demon Flame is arrogant, and more than three hundred years ago, tens of millions of demons were stationed in a mysterious continent outside the Linguang Realm, and they wanted to invade the Linguang Realm.

The Linguang Realm is at the forefront of the small realms dominated by the Dao Lord and the Demon Lord respectively, so it is only a matter of time before the Linguang Realm is invaded. In order to protect the Linguang Realm, the Linguang Realm's Xiuzhen Realm asked for help from the Grand Alliance on the one hand, and issued a summoning order on the other. Every monk in this realm who has built a foundation or above must be ready to answer the call at any time.

The Shuntian Listening Dao Sect is also a medium-sized sect in the Linguang Realm, and it needs to produce five hundred monks. The old road is already in the late stage of foundation building, so it is naturally among the recruits.

"Master, you must live well!" Wang Lian wept. Her father died early, and she went to the Taoist temple at the age of four, and in her heart, Lao Dao has always taken care of herself like a father.

"Little girl, don't be sad, Master won't die so easily!" Lao Dao wiped Wang Lian's tears with a handkerchief, and at the same time, he sneered, "Some people want Master to die silently on the battlefield, hum, it's really a dream!" And going to the battlefield is exactly what I want. Only in the continuous battle will you realize your potential and keep moving forward......"

The conversation between Lao Dao and Wang Lian, the little Taoist priest didn't know at all. As soon as he lay down in bed, he fell asleep, and he had not closed his eyes for twenty days. As soon as he slept, it was three days, and in these three days, many things happened in the outside world, and the little Taoist priest didn't care.

On the fourth day, the little Taoist priest who woke up hungry got up. As soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he shouted: "Starving, starving, senior sister, quickly give me a bowl of noodles!" ”

"What, there's another one here?" A voice with an unkind tone came, "Senior Brother Shanyang, you're not authentic!" ”

"This ......, senior brother, he is my little apprentice, and his cultivation is insufficient, so he didn't report it to you, please don't blame my senior brother!" Old Dao said to the voice.

"What, Senior Brother Shanyang, do you think Senior Brother is blind? He had obviously entered the fourth layer of condensation, where did he not have enough cultivation. Moreover, judging by his bone age, he is only fifteen years old, so he is obviously a qualified disciple. The senior brother said unhappily. It is entirely possible that this kid will cultivate to the fifth level of condensation qi by the age of eighteen!

When the little Taoist priest looked at it, he saw two middle-aged people standing in the courtyard with the old Taoist, one with a pockmarked face, and the other with a rich god like jade. The one who blames the old way is the pockmark.

How so? Lao Dao probed the little Taoist priest's divine sense, and he was also surprised. The little Taoist priest seems to be already in the fourth layer of condensation, and the fourth aura in the dantian is not much thinner than the other three, so it is obviously more than the fourth layer of condensation.

Speaking of which, this is exactly the work of the golden page. It not only nourishes the little Taoist's physical body and divine consciousness, but also constantly nourishes the little Taoist's dantian, cultivating crops, and making the fourth dantian aura sprout and grow.

Now, the golden light of the Dao Dao emitted by the golden page is mainly to nourish the new skin of the little Taoist priest and his fourth aura, so it no longer makes him feel full of spiritual power.

"Young man, you have already met the qualifications to enter the sect to practice, are you willing to enter my Shuntian Listening Dao sect and become an official disciple?" The middle-aged monk asked kindly.

What, to become a full-fledged disciple within the sect? The little Taoist priest was overjoyed, and nodded like a chicken: "Thank you seniors for your success, the disciple is willing, the disciple is very willing!" ”

You don't have to go back to your hometown, it's really merciful!

However, as soon as he heard the words of the little Taoist, the old Taoist's face darkened.