I never imagined that this change of identity would be so steep. One moment ago, I was the hunter holding on to my prey, but at this moment, I became the prey of each other's rivalry.

The Heart-piercing Arrow is a very powerful spell in the Red Lotus Sect, and it has also been circulated among the people of Jiangxi.

The method of staking is a ruthless law, if it is not a life and death revenge, it will never extinguish the last trace of vitality.

Although the hundred solutions are a hundred magic spells, the premise needs to be based on absolute strength, which is full of risks, and the two spells must be life and death when they are entangled. Success or failure not only means winning or losing, but the losing side has to take their own lives.

At this time, my hands pinched each other, and the tips of my fingers were tightly printed on my chest. On the surface, I was pinching my hands and pushing them against my chest, and I was living like a mad psychopath.

However, the danger is only known to both sides of the fight, and my pain is only felt by me, the party.

The Heart-piercing Arrow is not only a spell, but when the spell is dropped, there is really an arrow inserted in the heart of the practitioner. It's just that this arrow is an invisible sword, and ordinary people can't see it at all. Only those who have practiced can sense the existence of this arrow.

Performing the method of 100 solutions, the hands are printed on each other's chests. The arrow stuck in his chest was slowly pulled out. The process is no longer painful and arduous to describe, sometimes loose and sometimes tight. Sometimes my heart is relieved, and sometimes my chest hurts violently.

If I had to describe how I felt at the moment, I felt like a piece of pork, stabbed back and forth by an arrow. As the fighting techniques of both sides went in and out of my chest, this arrow went in and out of my chest. Sometimes an inch, sometimes a minute. One moment I was in heaven and breathed a sigh of relief, but this second I immediately fell into hell again, dying and dying in pain.

I knew that I couldn't go on like this any longer, and the longer I dragged it on, the more tired I became, the faster the effect of True Yang Saliva would fade, and once the effect had passed, I would definitely become a fish to be slaughtered.

Therefore, I had no choice but to take a risk.

Biting my middle finger, I gritted my teeth fiercely, and in an instant I burst out with all my strength.

"Broken ......"

With an earth-shattering roar, he pushed hard with both hands and all his strength, either pushing it out with this explosive force, or after the explosion, he was pierced to death.

In an instant, there was a crackling sound at the joints of the arm, which was the sound of overexertion, and the tense muscles and bones instantly loosened.

Finally, I won, and the moment of the desperate bet exploded. I finally pulled out the arrow.

At the same time, I heard a faint pop in my ears. In an instant, I concluded that the opponent's Edgeworthy Warlock vomited blood, and the Heart-piercing Arrow was pulled out, which meant that the opponent had failed, and naturally had to bear the sequelae of the next pile.

As I crouched on the ground and gasped for air, I heard a heart-piercing roar of pain.

"It hurts, it hurts me...... Ahh

The roar lasted only a moment, then vanished instantly.

It came from this intersection in the north, and my eyes lit up, and I didn't care about the injuries on my body, so I quickly struggled to get up and ran towards the intersection.

Entering from the intersection at the bend, I also turned into an alley.

Because the scream was fleeting, I couldn't tell the source by the sound when I entered the alley. Therefore, I could only search aimlessly from a few houses in the alley.

Not to mention, although I'm trying my luck now, I really got some clues.

In a dimly lit tiled house, I picked up a familiar smell.

This smell is very familiar, it is the kind of incense used to worship the gods, and now this time is not the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, nor is it the birthday of a certain god and Bodhisattva, and it is impossible for ordinary people to light incense and make offerings.

Since it is impossible for ordinary people, it will only be used when the altar is practiced.

Immediately, without hesitation, I climbed through the iron gate and entered the courtyard. He took out the order flag and carefully prepared to push open the old wooden door.

As soon as I walked to the door, the smell that came from me confirmed my suspicion even more, this smell was not an ordinary incense, but a soul-attracting incense mixed with mulberry leaf powder. This kind of incense is impossible for ordinary people to have, and only warlocks and Taoists will use it when they attract ghosts or set up arrays.

Thinking of this, I pushed the door open.

In the room, there is a one-meter-wide yellow altar, with a command flag, rune paper, and a scarecrow with Chen Zheng's eight characters written on it.

An old man wearing a robe, with half-black and half-white temples, fell to the side of the altar, and blood was already spilling from the corners of his mouth, ears and eyes.

There is also the silver flying sword, which is quietly placed on the old man's side at this time, but this flying sword has lost half of its spirituality, and has obviously become a trace of rusty iron.

Sure enough, the development of things did not surprise me, the owner of this imperial sword, because of the damage of the flying sword and the rebound of the pile method, is now dead and can not die.

The only thing that surprised me was that this old man was still a monk.

The so-called monk refers to a Taoist priest who often lives in the temple and practices under the green lantern. Taoist priests are divided into lay and monks, and lay Taoist priests are only in a name, do not live in the temple, only practice in the ups and downs of the world, unless there is a specific day, they will return to the temple to live for some time.

In our Dharma teachings, there are also such Taoist priests, and they are not a minority. Born in Fajiao, after achieving success in folk learning and art, later, under the introduction of his peers, he converted to Taoism, took the refuge certificate issued by the state, and made a name in a certain Taoism and became a lay Taoist. You can get married, you don't have to live in the meditation all the time, you practice at home, unless you have a specific day, the birthday of a certain deity, or when you want to be a teacher, you will go back to the meditation to live for a while.

On the one hand, the purpose of doing this is to participate in research, learn the scriptures and teachings of Taoism, and integrate them into the teachings. On the one hand, because the people in our Dharma religion are all folk lineages, which are passed down from generation to generation between master and apprentice, they belong to folk religion, which is not recognized by the state and is rarely known to the world.

The spells of people in our Dharma teachings are generally practiced in real life, emphasizing practical practice, and constantly growing in the practice of learning and exchange. In addition to their spiritual practice, most people also have to support their families and earn a living. Therefore, except for the elderly who live in a remote village and do not like to go out. Others will generally run out often, take some orders, give some money, and be an official to look at feng shui and deal with some things.

So, for a better walk. Most of us have converted to Taoism and are called lay Taoists.

The difference between a lay Taoist priest and a monk can actually be distinguished from the appearance. The requirements of lay Taoist priests are relatively low, and there is no need to grow hair. The requirements for ordained Taoist priests are higher, and they generally cultivate their hair.

The old man in front of him has his high hair and temples up, and he still has the recorded degree in his arms, he is definitely a monk who is like a fake, and the days of cultivation will never be short, but this old man may be proficient in the art of health preservation, or some other way of beauty cultivation, from the appearance, can not tell the actual age.

This is exactly in response to the old saying, whether it is a famous sect or a hidden lineage that spreads among the people, there is no shortage of people with unscrupulous intentions. Good and bad, good and evil, can no longer be discerned with the eyes.

When I reached out and turned the old man over, I fell out of his arms with a few yellowed ancient books, and when I opened one of them, I saw that it was actually the law book for refining the flying sword.

When I first saw this ancient book, my hands trembled with excitement, flying sword, what an awesome spell, kill one person in ten steps, and leave no trace for a thousand miles. And how awesome this is

I can't wait to open this yellowed Dharma book and study the cultivation methods on it. However, when I saw the method of sacrifice and refining on it clearly, I could only sigh helplessly and put down this ancient book with black lines on my head.

Chicken ribs, it's just too chicken ribs.

The method of refining this flying sword is not difficult, as long as you master the trick, you can communicate with the flying sword with a long drop of blood.

It's just that...... The requirements here are too harsh, first of all, you have to choose cold iron to forge a fine flying sword, and then every day, when the purple qi comes from the east, at noon, when the yang qi is at its peak, these two hours, four hours. It must be practiced with blood dripping from the knees, and it must be uninterrupted for 365 days a year.

What's even more outrageous is that from the day of the sacrifice of the flying sword, the practitioner can only eat vegetarian food, not meat, and cannot let the turbid qi contaminate the flying sword, otherwise he will give up halfway. And vegetarian food can't be spicy, like chili, leeks, onions and garlic can't be eaten.

Especially when I saw the small line in the book, I almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood.

What is this called, 'Half Jiazi Sword can be spiritual, and after a long time of sacrifice, one Jiazi can be slightly smaller, so that it can reach the realm of the sword with a movement of the heart. “

There is also an inconspicuous line of small words at the end (this technique is compiled according to the cultivation experience of the predecessors in the door, since the opening of the sect, there are only three people who practice this technique, and when the younger disciples observe this spell, be cautious!) ）

I was so depressed that I wanted to tear this Dharma book apart. It takes 30 years for Banjiazi to communicate with the sword, and 60 years to move the flying sword. And the inconspicuous small words at the end of the line are even more tactful: "Junior, we have been running a sect for hundreds of years, and there are only three people who have cultivated this spell, you should be cautious when you look at it, if you are not lucky, you should watch and play." ”

And even if you cultivate the flying sword, you can't be touched by the female sunflower (menstruation), otherwise the flying sword will be scrapped immediately, and the cultivator will have to practice it again from scratch.

So in the end, I had to put down this ancient book in a huff, sixty years, it took too long. And it depends on luck, people who don't often walk shit luck can't practice this spell at all.

I weakly asked myself that my luck is not as good as the fat man, nor is it as good as this old man who is against the sky, even if my luck is comparable, when I practice the flying sword, I will not be half old, and it may not make any sense to spend half my life practicing this flying sword that will be crippled by the blood of the sunflower.

So, I had no choice but to turn my attention to other Dharma texts.

There are a total of four magic books scavenged from the old man's body, in addition to this sword technique, there are other red lotus and some folk witch religion law books.

From the altar map, it can be vaguely seen that this old man was born in the Fajiao, and later converted to Taoism, as for the origin of the Fa of so many sects, I can't know, maybe it was robbed, or perhaps, he really worshiped so many masters.

In any case, the deceased will pass away...... Although I have a thousand doubts in my heart, I can't get to the bottom of this corpse, the person is dead, and all the hatred and resentment should be put down.

I looked at the corpse of the old man on the ground, sighed, picked up these ancient books, and walked out of the house.