"I'll talk about it later, brother, you're in the wrong place......" Sun Desheng pulled over the psyllium that was still working the coffin, and then shone a flashlight on a stone platform in the northeast......

There was a thin old man lying on the stone platform, and he hesitated far away, and Psyllium couldn't see the specific appearance of this person clearly. However, in the eyes of the little Taoist, he could still see that the humanoid smoke just now was slowly seeping into the body of the old Taoist. It seems that this is Cui Yuandao's real body, just now his soul was shocked in Xiong Wanyi's body, and he couldn't bear that skin, so he returned to his own skin to cultivate.

Although this skin has been dead for many years, Cui Yuandao practiced the body of harmony before his death, although the person is dead, the body is the same as when he was alive, after many years, there is no sign of corruption at all. The psyllium dry frame never pays attention to any rules, and when you see the soul returning to the body, you have to rush over and pull it out.

Just before the little Taoist priest rushed over, Lao Dao's body moved, and then he slowly sat up. Psyllium was worried that he had some calculations, so he stopped his movements and saw what this Taoist priest who borrowed his body to resurrect wanted to do.

After Lao Dao moved for a while, he reached out and touched his face, then sighed, and said to himself: "It's still good for my body, but it's a pity that I can't stay for ...... long."

Before he finished speaking, Lao Dao had already stood up, looked back at the coffin that stopped in the tomb, and then said to Sun Desheng: "You have a unique vision, and inside is my wife." Back then, she accompanied me here to prepare to cross the tribulation and become an immortal, but the catastrophe did not come for a long time, and she passed away before me......"

Without waiting for Sun Desheng to speak, Psyllium took the first step and said, "Don't make trouble, grandson, you still want to cross the catastrophe with your two knives?" Bah! And the face and other catastrophes? You don't need a catastrophe, just a thunderbolt outside can split you......"

Before he finished his words, Lao Dao suddenly raised his hand, and an arc of electricity burst out of his palm, directly knocking the psyllium far away. Sun Desheng was standing beside the little Taoist, the psyllium was knocked flying, but he didn't even scratch a little oily skin.

"Now do you understand if I'm capable of two knives?" After Lao Dao sneered, he continued: "Although the big man's leather armor just now is good, it is not my own after all. I can't use magic or anything, and if I used my body just now, you'd have already passed away. ”

Now that the overall situation has been decided, in the eyes of Lao Dao, the two people in front of him are two lambs to the slaughter. sounded the humiliation of being beaten at the hands of that half-sized son just now, and if he wasn't tortured enough, he wouldn't easily use the killer. If psyllium dies like this, it will be too cheap for him. As for the fat man in front of him, the same is true, without firearms, he is a talking waste......

At this time, the 'waste' in his eyes opened his mouth and said, "Old immortal, you let me understand before I die. Did you mistakenly practice the method of harmony and non-destructibility before you were born? After death, the body does not decay, but after one's soul returns to the body, the body will no longer have the effect of not decaying, and it will begin to decay slowly......"

After listening to the words of 'waste', Cui Yuandao felt a little different in his heart, he underestimated this fat man, and he had even heard of the technique of combining and giving up. When he first entered the Dao Gate, he accidentally cultivated the art of combining and not being bad. Later, after knowing that this was a spell used to refine living corpses, it was already a little small when I stopped it. Fortunately, this is a spell that is not harmful to the living, which also makes Cui Yuandao become cautious later.

Although Cui Yuandao did not answer directly, Sun Desheng still knew from his reaction that he guessed correctly. He smiled at the moment and continued: "You are also a person who almost became an immortal, you must have heard of Wu Mian, right?" Truth be told, he's ......"

"I haven't heard of it......" Cui Yuandao directly interrupted Sun Desheng's words, and after smiling coldly, he continued: "It's late, it's useless for you to carry Sanqing and the Buddha out now." Originally, I stayed here and didn't disturb outsiders. You people have come and ruined my cave...... Since you're here, don't think of any of them......"

Before Cui Yuandao's words were finished, the psyllium who fell to the ground suddenly jumped up. Rushed towards the Taoist priest again......

Cui Yuandao was stunned for a moment, the blow just now hit the body of an ordinary cultivator, and that person was sure to die. I didn't expect this half-sized man to be dead, not to mention, but he still had the ability to rush over. At that moment, he didn't have time to think about it, and his backhand was another palm thunder, hitting the chest of the psyllium.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the little Taoist priest was once again knocked out from a distance. Cui Yuandao didn't care about Sun Desheng anymore, and kept staring at the psyllium that fell to the ground and didn't move. He is now borrowing the corpse to resurrect the soul, although it is his own body, but he has no ability to distinguish yin and yang, and he can't tell whether this half-sized son is dead or alive.

After a while, he was relieved to see that he still couldn't move, and then turned his head to look at the indifferent Sun Desheng, and said, "If he dies, you won't ...... at all."

Before he could finish his sentence, the expression on his face began to stiffen. I saw that Psyllium, who was supposed to be dead, stood up again. Then he yelled: "X you x thief old way, if I don't kill you today, I will be your ...... born and raised" While stacking, he pounced on himself.

What kind of person is this, he was hit twice by the palm thunder and didn't die. If you're not dead, you're not dead, and you're still stained with yourself like a dogskin plaster. At that moment, he used all his power to create a huge arc of electricity that directly filled the entire burial chamber...... In an instant, the tomb was dazzling by the arc, and Sun Desheng covered his eyes, not daring to look directly at the direction of the arc.

After the arc disappeared, Sun Desheng opened his eyes again and saw psyllium falling to the ground with a red fruit. His clothes had been burned by the arc and his body was covered in burn marks. Black smoke kept coming out of his wounds, and he looked like he was dead.

Sun Fatzi was stunned for a moment, and then said to himself: "It's messed up, won't you really die like this......?"

Cui Yuandao took a breath and said with a sneer: "Do you think he can still live?" This doll is a bit of a Taoist, and it took two palms of my hand in a row - no, why are you okay? ”

Cui Yuandao was referring to the huge arc at the end, and Sun Desheng was also within the range, why was he still standing in place, and the clothes on his body were not burned?

Just when Lao Dao was surprised, the psyllium who fell to the ground suddenly opened his mouth and said, "Can any of you persuade him, don't be so impulsive...... This has been the case since childhood. The next time I can't get out, he'll die, so what can I do? ”

As he spoke, Psyllium stood up slowly. After looking down at his Chiguo's body, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's a little embarrassing...... It's the first time you've been beaten like this, and the dead man who became a monk is your hand, right? ”

Now psyllium seems to have changed into a different person, and after Sun Desheng saw it, a strange smile appeared on his face. It's like a kid playing a game who has already cleared the game and is watching the final clearance screen.

Psyllium didn't bother to pay attention to him, and slowly walked in the direction of Cui Yuandao, continuing as he walked: "I'm sorry, I can't let this kid be bullied, whoever bullies him, I will erase him......"

"Erase yourself!" Cui Yuandao yelled, then reached out and aimed his hand at the psyllium, and once again made a huge arc. After the palm thunder struck out, at the same time, he pinched the method with his other hand, and then a sword-shaped black shadow hit the little Taoist.

Seeing the arc appear, psyllium punched the arc and shattered the arc. Countless sparks scurried around the tomb, and then the other hand grabbed the sword-shaped shadow. threw his backhand at Cui Yuandao......