The giant wolf swallowed the boy and the six thunder dragon foals in one gulp.

Then, the huge wave turned into the appearance of a young Taoist priest again.

The Taoist priest cautiously looked around, hurriedly left, and disappeared.

He sneaked all the way to the ground of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

The young Taoist priest came to a valley.

In the valley, there was another Taoist priest, and when he saw him coming back, he hurriedly asked, "How is the situation outside?"

The young Taoist priest replied: "The Western Zhou is okay, and it has withstood the offensive of Chang'an. ”

The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, then we are here in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and we can stay." ”

The young Taoist priest nodded: "Yes." ”

The somewhat fat Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's change shifts, you stay and take care of your uncle, and I'll go out to find something to eat and drink." ”

"Okay. After saying goodbye to each other, the young Taoist priest came to a big tree.

Under the shade of the tree, there was an old Taoist priest, pale and unconscious.

The young Taoist priest sat under the toilet seat at the root of the tree, and then took a breath.

With this breath, a teenager landed on the ground and rolled a few times.

He Sanyang was dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the young Taoist priest under the tree, looking at him with a smile.

"I can see that you are a smart person, you should know the gap between you and me, so don't ask for trouble. ”

The young Taoist priest said, "I ask, you answer, I won't hurt your life." ”

He Sanyang stared at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Are you the demon wolf who once wreaked havoc in the land of the Old Tang Dynasty?"

The young Taoist priest smiled: "The poor Dao is now quiet, if the questions you answer can't satisfy me, then in the future, I will be you." ”

He Sanyang thought of the demonic Dao's ability to seize the house, and he couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

But he still said coldly: "You want to take me away and secretly go to Chang'an?"

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "That's too risky." ”

He Sanyang snorted: "Then you want to ask me about Chang'an City? ”

The young Taoist priest said indifferently: "Because they gave you the opportunity to change your fate? Then don't forget, you are now in my hands, and it is also because of them, if there is no Chang'an, you may not die in such a short life today." ”

He Sanyang sat cross-legged on the ground: "I can't beat you, that's why it's short-lived, you don't have to talk nonsense, if you want to kill or chop, come on." ”

The young Taoist priest smiled dumbly: "I don't have to kill you, I don't have to kill you, I just need to eat your head, and I can naturally learn everything you know." ”

His tone was casual, but He Sanyang felt even more creepy.

However, the young man immediately sneered: "You don't lie to me, you have this ability, and you still ask me what to do?"

"Because you are a genius who rarely cultivates the Demon Dao, and I am a person who loves talents. ”

The young Taoist priest smiled: "I can teach you what Mr. Long can teach you in Chang'an, and I will not delay you as a talent." ”

The other party knew Mr. Long's name, and He Sanyang was not surprised.

The fact that the five gentlemen in the Sky City can each bring ten servants was known to everyone in the inner city of Chang'an earlier.

The news is slowly circulating, not bizarre.

Now in the land under the rule of Chang'an, and even in the other six dynasties, many people know that under the city lord of Chang'an, there are five people: Mr. Wuyun, Mr. He, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long, and Mr. Blood Shadow.

Mr. Long, it is very reminiscent of a powerful Phantom Dragon in Chang'an City.

The young Taoist priest is also a master of the Demon Dao, he swallowed He Sanyang in one bite, how could he not know that the other party is carrying the demon blood of the Phantom Heavenly Dragon, and he is practicing the transformation of the Demon Dao Phantom Heavenly Dragon?

However, He Sanyang's promise to the young Taoist priest was unmoved.

"I see, you're not interested in what I know. ”

The young man looked at the young Taoist priest coldly:

"I don't really know much, and it may not be of value to you.

But you want me to listen to you and go back to Chang'an City to be a spy for you.

It doesn't matter how little I know in the past, you want me to continue to help you find out information in the future. ”

The young Taoist priest looked at He Sanyang, and the smile on his face became a little thicker: "You little ghost, I don't want to kill you anymore, whether you believe it or not, I really want to take you as an apprentice, so I don't hide my selfishness and cultivate carefully." ”

"You don't have to. ”

He Sanyang said coldly: "Although I hate my master, I will never betray Chang'an City, what I hate the most in my life is the anti-bone boy, you can kill me directly." ”

"Anti-Bone ......"

The young Taoist priest chuckled softly, disapprovingly: "Oh, you hate that Phantom Heavenly Dragon?

That's good, I don't ask you to betray Chang'an, as long as you lure that Phantom Dragon out of Chang'an City.

You really want him to die, don't you? You can't do it on your own right now, how about leaving it to me?"

"You think you're talking to me?"

The young man's face showed ruthlessness and disdain that did not match his age: "I dare to tell you, I am not afraid that you will use me, to tell you the truth, I really want that bastard to die, but I will kill him by myself!"

He Sanyang looked at the young Taoist priest coldly: "You help me kill him, it's nothing more than to weaken the power of Chang'an City, as long as it's not good for Chang'an, I won't do it, even if I can't beat that bastard in my life, I won't cheapen you!"

The young Taoist priest was not angry, but calmly looked at the young man sitting on the ground.

He Sanyang looked at him without fear: "You and my master, if you can only die one, I hope it is you." ”

"No wonder your master would take you as an apprentice, it's a pity, it's a pity, I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise you should be my apprentice. ”

The young Taoist priest shook his head: "Are you deliberately provoking me now, wanting to die quickly?"

He Sanyang was broken, and simply said calmly: "Except for eating my head to get a little information, I don't have any use value for you now, if you want to torture and torture me, then let the horse come, Lao Tzu bows to you, he is not a good man!"

The young Taoist priest looked at him and suddenly laughed: "How can there be no other use value?"

He Sanyang faced the other party's smile, and an extremely ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The young Taoist priest smiled and raised his hand.

He held out his index finger, and a small spot of blood oozed from the tip of his finger.

This scene, He Sanyang looked familiar.

This is what Mr. Long looked like when he fused his own demon blood into his body!

Sure enough, the next moment, a blood line flew out from the young Taoist's fingertip and stabbed at He Sanyang.

He Sanyang hurriedly dodged.

He hadn't forgotten that Mr. Wuyun had once said that demon cultivators could only take blood from the demon clan to condense blood seeds.

Only Mr. Long is special, and he can directly use his own bloodline to lure others into the Demon Dao.

Changing someone else will only make the beginner go crazy and die.

It's a pity that no matter how He Sanyang dodges, the blood line still stabbed him.

Then, this line of demon blood all burrowed into his body.

He Sanyang's body suddenly stiffened in mid-air, and the next moment he fell straight to the ground.

The young Taoist priest got up and paced to He Sanyang's side.

I heard He Sanyang suddenly let out a beastly howl.

Its body twitched in place.

The bruised blood vessels protrude on the surface of its skin, undulating and writhing like a strange snake.

He Sanyang's body rolled and twitched on the ground, scratching the ground with his hands and feet, and kept letting out a painful roar.

The young Taoist priest watched coldly.

Looking at He Sanyang's unbearable appearance, he muttered to himself, "Could it be that I saw it wrong?" Ao Kong didn't take his own blood to coagulate the blood seed for him, but took the dragon blood of a real Phantom Heavenly Dragon?"

The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of He Sanyang's head.

He Sanyang's body twitched and struggled, and suddenly stood still.

But the terrifying blood vessels were still stirring on the surface of his body.

The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and perceed, and after a while, he opened his eyes with a puzzled look: "It's really Ao Kong's own blood." ”

He frowned and looked at He Sanyang:

"Ao Kong should have been in contact with the immortal fragments before affecting the bloodline, so why can't mine?

Or is it not Ao Kong and the immortal fragments that are special, but the talent of this little ghost himself?"

The young Taoist priest withdrew his hand.

But this time, He Sanyang was still lying on the ground and still moving, no longer struggling and convulsing.

However, his breathing was still maintained, and the venerable bulge and writhing of the blood vessels could still be seen.

"Let's take a look. ”

The young Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully.

His head turned into a wolf's head again, swallowing He Sanyang, who seemed unconscious, back to his original form.

At this time, the fat Taoist priest came back from outside: "I seem to have heard someone screaming just now, has Uncle Shi woken up?"

"No, Uncle Shi is still unconscious. The young Taoist priest's face did not change: "Maybe you heard it wrong, senior brother." ”

The fat Taoist priest sighed: "Uncle Shi has not eaten water and rice for a long time, it's not a way." ”

He handed the food to the young Taoist priest, and then went to try to feed the unconscious old Taoist priest to drink.

The old Taoist priest, of course, will never wake up.

The young Taoist priest sat down again, eating and thinking in his heart.

The so-called Mr. Long must be Ao Kong.

Mr. Wuyun, who often appears, may not be the brother and sister who got married back then.

Many people know the origin of Mr. Blood Shadow, who was active in the Eastern Tang Dynasty for a while in the past.

The so-called Mr. Zhang is a legendary martial artist.

The eldest child, the third child, the fifth child, the sixth child, the seventh child, and the eighth child are all possible.

But with such a low-key and simple life, I feel that the eighth child is more likely.

As for Mr. He, who cultivates Confucianism and Taoism......

Will it be twelve?

The young Taoist priest's eyes narrowed.

The key is not the following five, but the most mysterious city lord above everyone in Chang'an.

Who could it be?

In front of the young Taoist priest, a figure seemed to flash.

Even the back of his neck, there was a dull pain.

The young Taoist priest raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, his eyes were unprecedentedly cold.

The fat Taoist priest happened to turn his head and saw it, and couldn't help but be startled: "Senior Brother Jingxu, you ......"

The young Taoist priest turned his head to look at him.

The fat Taoist priest looked carefully, but saw that the other party's eyes were peaceful, no different from usual.

He couldn't help but rub his eyes: "Am I looking at ...... wrong?"

"What's the matter, Senior Brother?" asked the Jingxu Daoist with a smile.

The fat Taoist priest looked at him again, and quickly shook his head: "It's okay, I was dazzled just now." ”

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Let's really go to Liyang Temple?"

Jingxu Daoist nodded: "Yes, only there is hope of healing Uncle Shi's injury, and ......"

His eyes flashed: "I heard that the Gumu Zhenren who once instructed the cultivation of the Buddha Meditation is also there. ”