There is a Qingdi Temple in the east of Dingxiang City, and the incense is not as prosperous as before.

The Qingquan Taoist in the temple got a kind of qi refining method in the early years, and later received the imperial court's degree, and practiced in the Qingdi Temple for more than ten years as a regular Taoist priest, which was also counted as the path of immortal cultivation.

But he felt that his cultivation in the temple was still too slow, and he didn't know when he would be able to live forever.

Until some time ago, this Ming Xia Dao Leader from Kunlun taught him a method that could quickly improve his cultivation, allowing him to see the hope of immortality.

"It's just to scare, it's not to harm people's lives, it's just to scare ......," the gray-haired Keizumi Taoist comforted himself in his room in the inner courtyard.

"Qingquan Daoist don't have to worry." Daoist Zhixia saw that Qingquan was still worried, and said with a smile: "That little ghost with painted skin was trained by me to be very obedient, and he would never dare to hurt people's lives." ”

He looked much younger, but his eyes were older than Qingquan's.

"When the people from the Wang family come to the door tomorrow, I will go and collect the little ghost again." Zhixia Dao Chang said again, "When you pretend to be a madman on the street, I will let the Chen family go to you for help.

After you cast a trick on the Chen family, just go straight back to the Qingdi Temple,

When the prince comes back from the dead, the people of Dingxiang will know that there is a god hidden in the Qingdi Temple, and what incense will they worry about in the future?

Even if you and I have three or seven points, it is enough to improve our cultivation. ”

"Mingxia Daoyou is right." Daoist Qingquan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled expectantly.

What he has to do is not a difficult thing, just acting.

"The living receive incense, it seems that your life is very hard." Suddenly, a voice came from outside.

The faces of the two Taoist leaders changed, and they rushed out of the room one after the other.

I saw a tall young man standing in the inner courtyard, holding a short knife in one hand and a casually rolled human skin in the other, looking at them with a smile on his face.

"You killed my imp?" Daoist Ming Xia had a calm face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"I don't know what to do." Wang He threw the human skin that had lost his spirituality over.

"Junior, where did you learn from?" Ming Xia didn't do it immediately, "Didn't your family master tell you that God has the virtue of a good life, can't cultivators kill innocents indiscriminately?" ”

"Evil spirits who harm people are also innocent?" Wang He asked rhetorically, without breaking up any background and origin.

"It's not harmful, it's just a trick." Qingquan hurriedly said, he was a little panicked.

"That is called attempted murder, which is harmful to people's hearts and harms people." Wang He was awe-inspiring, "I met it today, and I want to do the right thing for heaven!" ”

Ming Xia frowned, he was able to kill the painted skin ghost in the Qi refining period at a young age, and he must have a family heirloom or a teacher.

But which junior is this, I don't know the rules at all, isn't this how the incense is collected now?

"Since you are so ignorant of the heavens and the earth, then I will teach you a good lesson for your elders." Ming Xia decided to capture the young man first, and then let the other party's elders come over to compensate for his losses.

That's the little skin ghost he raised with great difficulty.

"Go!" Ming Xia raised his hand and pointed, and the wooden sword on his back slammed towards Wang He.

"So slow, what about juggling?" Wang He stepped on the Nine Shadows footwork, easily dodging the attack of the wooden sword, and at the same time held the knife forward.

"What a speed!" Ming Xia was surprised, and what was even more shocking was that the other party didn't find any spiritual power on his body, wasn't he a cultivator?

"Five from the fire." He didn't dare to leave any more hands, so he took out another piece of rune paper, put it in the palm of his hand, and after igniting it with spiritual power, it spewed out flames.

Soon, three fiery flames like fiery snakes danced wildly in the inner courtyard of the Blue Emperor Temple, illuminating the dark night sky, and also affecting Wang He's speed, restricting his space for movement.

Wang He felt some pressure, and sure enough, he was a Taoist priest in the foundation building period of the Immortal Dao, and he couldn't be underestimated.

The qi under his feet turned faster, and according to the unique footwork of the Nine Shadow Steps, he ran and leaped between the chaotic fire snakes, his body was fast and light, and he crossed the fire snake's barrier in the blink of an eye.

But Ming Xia was not idle, and a piece of thunderous rune paper was urged by him, attracting a finger-thick thunder.

At the same time, the wooden sword that flew out just now turned back and attacked Wang He with the heavenly thunder.

Boom!

The thunder fell on the ground, turning into arcs and spreading out, and once it was affected, it was unavoidable.

"It's late." Wang He had already kicked the ground, and under the backlash of the qi, the whole person rose from the ground like a cannonball, crossed the area covered by the heavenly thunder, and approached the two Taoist priests.

Daoist Qingquan was so frightened that he fell back into the room, trembling and throwing out a few pieces of rune paper, turning into several fist-sized fireballs, and smashing them at Wang He, but they were all crooked, and he had no combat experience.

Ming Xia Dao Chang was relatively calm, flew to the side, reopened the distance, and took the wooden sword that hit the air again, and then had to breathe fire and lead thunder.

"That's all you have to do with these three tricks?" Wang He didn't give him a chance to continue to shoot, and in the midst of the surging qi under his feet, he stepped on two steps in a row in the air three zhang high, narrowed the distance again, and then slashed out like an eagle pounced.

Although there is no power to open the mountain, it is still very easy to split a person.

Ming Xia's complexion changed greatly, and he subconsciously held a wooden sword to block upward.

"That's my baby!" Wang He's eyes were quick, and when the knife was about to fall, he changed the vertical chop to a horizontal slash, and finally did not hurt the wooden sword.

Swish!

The sharp blade sliced through the neck, and a skull flew out on the side, blood gushing upward.

[You killed the monk in the early stage of foundation building, Lingyuan +128]

"Thank you!" Wang He's eyes were bright, and he fell to the ground lightly, and then took away the wooden sword of Ming Xia Dao Chang and the gourd on his waist.

[You got the peachwood sword, a low-grade spirit weapon, do you want to extract the spirit element]

[You got the lower grade spirit weapon soul nourishing gourd, do you extract the spirit element]

Two prompts sounded in a row, which made Wang He even happier, not in vain!

Before it was over, he turned his gaze to the Qingquan Daoist in the room again.

"Spare my life, spare my life, I really didn't want to hurt anyone." Qingquan knelt on the ground and trembled, "I just want to scare Wang Ziqing, he has money, and he can't be scared." ”

Wang He exhaled lightly, suppressed the urge in his heart to kill people to obtain the spirit yuan, and then said, "Hand over your elixir and spirit weapon." ”

"Yes, yes." Qingquan, who had grown gray hair, climbed over and took it.

Wang He looked at Lao Dao's back and shook his head slightly: "If I kill him, what is the difference between it and the alliance?" ”

That night, in order to search Qin Yao's whereabouts, the alliance's robocops killed the family of three in the Chunyu community.

In fact, only the women of that family really broke the law, and the men and little girls of that family knew about it at most and did not report it.

Although the nature of the matter committed by the Qingquan Daoist is not the same, it is definitely not right to treat it as a capital crime without any distinction.

He will not be a man who kills wantonly.

The Taoist of Mingxia is different, this person drives evil ghosts and uses human skin as a spiritual weapon, which is obviously an evil cultivator who has harmed people's lives.

What's more, it was a life-and-death struggle just now, and there was no room for mercy.

Soon, Daoist Qingquan came over with a small porcelain vase, trembling and presented it to Wang He, "Poor Dao is just these three small pills, and there are still a few runes that have been thrown out before......"

How poor!

Wang He took it expressionlessly.