The old Taoist priest slapped down, his palm swelled a little out of thin air, and many green tendons appeared on the surface, making the palm of the original bitter hand instantly become bruised, as if there was blood clogged inside.

With a slap down, the Heavenly Spirit Gai made a crisp sound, as if something inside was broken and broken, which startled Li Xiong next to him, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop it!

Even Zhang Xuan and other students and disciples were also shocked by the sudden action of the old Taoist, and they also had their own actions, but when they ran to them, the old Taoist's eyes, ears, mouth and nose were already black blood rolling, and his head was directly shriveled, and the whole head was out of shape.

"Why is that?" Li Xiong looked at a few people around him, "It can't be solved, so why bother?" There was confusion in his words, and there was a silt that could not be solved.

Zhang Xuan could understand that the lord of Shu was thinking that the old Taoist priest's move was hopeless, so he committed suicide.

After all, the old Taoist priest almost patted his chest and promised that he would be able to hold off the Xuanjia Army for two years, so that Li Xiong would start to plan for two years, but at this time, he learned about his own life with a slap, and the impact on Li Xiong can be imagined.

It's just that Zhang Xuan is the disciple of the old Taoist priest, he knows some mysteries of the mysteries, and he knows that there is a law of the Yin God in the world, but it can only be performed once in his life, and that is at this time.

So he took the initiative to stand up, first kowtowing to the old Taoist's body, and then began to calm people's hearts.

He first said some mysterious scriptures to a few of his classmates, and immediately made a few people understand a little in their hearts, and then calmed down a little, but there was still sadness in his eyes.

"A few Taoist leaders, but do you understand the reason?" When Li Xiong saw it, he couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Xuan came out and explained: "My teacher is going over in person for a while, if it goes well, it may hinder the advance of the Xuanjia Army, but it won't be two or three years, at most it will be a year, and at the shortest it will only be a few months." ”

Li Xiong was stunned at first, but then he was shocked.

Zhang Xuan also knew that such words were too mysterious, and he might be able to say a word to ordinary people, but for a person in power like Li Xiong, when it comes to the issue of his own authority, even ghosts and gods are not respected, let alone others.

So, Zhang Xuan could only use reassuring words: "What I said just now, the king should have understood that the Xuanjia is not good, not only for Shudi, but also for me. ”

When Li Xiong heard this, he let go of his heart, but he still had doubts in his heart, so he turned his eyes to the body of the old Taoist priest, and his brows were tightly locked.

But he didn't know that at this moment, a shadow jumped out from the heavenly spirit above the head of the old Taoist, and it was also the appearance of the old Taoist, but he was no longer tired and old, and there was a little more fairy wind Dao bones.

But I saw this old Taoist shadow stretch out his hand, and pointed to the two Taoist classics in front of him, and layers of phantoms poured out from it, and finally turned into a long river, carrying the old Taoist phantom straight into the sky!

Above the clouds, the dragon's luck had fallen apart, and the outline was gone, but the general pattern could be seen, as well as the fine scales everywhere, a messy scene.

But the old way phantom doesn't care about these many, and he controls the long river and rushes towards the whirlwind of luck that is getting stronger and thicker above!

In that long river, many scenes and the past of Taoism have evolved impressively-

Chang Hongshi Zhou, pre-Qin Fangshu;

Taiping Yellow Turban, Zhang Jiao Chaohan;

Five buckets of rice are passed on, and the branches are scattered;

……

Pile by pile, like pearls, connected in series, and finally evolved into this Taoist thickness, as well as the built system, and there are many signs of rise!

In the end, this long river exploded directly and became the strongest luck, representing the heritage of the past and the extension of the future, which runs through hundreds of thousands of years.

"Lao Dao wants to leave at least a little life for this family today! Friends of the world, help me! ”

As soon as the thought came out, everyone in the world felt it, even Sun Xiu and others in the north, they were no exception, but these people were all expressions, and they looked a little weird.

In Guanzhong, there was a Taoist wrapped in a shabby cloak, looking up, he couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, and then turned around and walked towards the west.

Then, there were wisps of luck all over the world, all of which entered the long river of luck in Shu, and the long river swelled in an instant, and under the shock, it was like a roar, and it plunged into the strong whirlwind of luck!

When he landed, many scenes appeared in the cyclone, including immortal mountains suspended, waterfalls hanging upside down, and islands of clouds and mist overseas, and the sustenance of many immortals turned into immortals, pinching the immortal formula, revealing all the mysteries between heaven and earth, exuding a breath of changing heaven and earth.

Suddenly, there was also a shock in the whirlwind, and the idea of a famous person who was originally gathered in it was shaken and distorted under the infection of this illusory fairyland, as if a person who was reading a book, infected by many legends and myths, began to be intoxicated with it, and asked about it, not asking about anything else, to waste knowledge, and ask about immortality.

"Life is a dream, why be persistent!"

In the midst of the void and reality, there are words of inquiry.

More thoughts of reading were shaken, and the whole whirlwind of luck showed signs of collapsing, but it had to merge into the long river of Taoist luck!

But the next moment, I saw that the cyclone had a golden drum sounding, and then the soldiers manifested, and there was a text of persuasion, so the great Confucianism manifested, and there was a sense of cultivation, so the Taoist manifestation, the ingenious picture, so the Mohist manifested......

These many things emerge one by one, layer upon layer, blooming with the color of humanity and wisdom, reflecting each other, and for a while, the sky is even really brighter, so that the people and soldiers below all feel it and look up.

But this look, in their eyes, the heavens are just nothing.

But in the perception of Zhang Xuan and the others, the world was turned upside down, and they only felt as if they had been sucked into by something, and in an instant, the light and shadow of the sons flashed in front of them!

The next moment, the long river of Taoist luck suddenly collapsed, and then it was directly incorporated into it as if it was sucked by the cyclone whale above!

Then, one after another inscriptions emerged, like chains, binding up the luck of this Taoism, and making many regulations, as if the establishment of a book, the ascension needs to be enthroned in advance, and the alchemy should be reported in advance......

One by one, it directly made the old Dao shadow stunned, and then a golden light hit, and the old Dao screamed, fell directly, and returned to the dilapidated body, only to scream, and then there was no sound.