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The rainstorm outside became more and more urgent, lightning raged in the sky, and the dilapidated Taoist temple was crumbling in this storm, and it seemed that it could collapse at any time.

The lightning and thunder outside the Taoist temple, and the light reflected inside the temple also flickered and dimmed.

The Taoist priest on the altar was dressed in sackcloth, tied his hair in a bun, put his left hand on his chest, but raised his right hand to the top of his head, holding a palm-sized clay compass, the whole shape looked quite strange.

In front of the offering stage, a Taoist priest of medium stature, the Taoist robe on his body was like this Taoist temple, which was also shabby, the top bun on his head was a little scattered, and his face was slightly ruddy, but there was no wrinkle.

Just looking at his face and complexion, this Taoist priest is only forty or fifty years old, but from his eyes as deep as the sea, there is a trace of vicissitudes, which people dare not underestimate.

The Taoist priest held a swarthy tortoise shell in his hand, densely engraved with intricate lines, a bit like a compass used by a feng shui master.

However, unlike the common compass, this turtle shell does not have an inner disk, but is replaced by a Tai Chi yin and yang pattern, and the outside corresponds to the "Qiankun Zhen Gen Likan Dui Xun" gossip pattern, which is unusually simple and mysterious.

The turtle shell is dull and colorless, but when it is contaminated with the blood that comes out of the Taoist priest's mouth, the whole turtle shell seems to come to life, and the blood penetrates into the back of the turtle shell, and mysterious patterns are displayed.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded outside, and the light in the entire Taoist temple suddenly brightened, and above the turtle shell, a Tai Chi pattern faintly appeared, turning into a puff of green smoke and burrowing into the eyebrows of the old Dao.

The turtle shell on the ground disappeared with the thunder.

A lightning bolt lit up from the sky, tearing open the inky black sky, snaking down like a snake and a dragon, through the light of the lightning, you can see that Lao Dao is laying paper, holding the ground with one hand, holding a pen in the other, and his body is trembling slightly.

The figure in front of the Taoist temple was stretched long, accompanied by a violent wheezing sound.

Call~~

Call~~~

"Old man, you !!"

The face shrouded in shadows could see the anxiety in his eyes, and he ran quickly, staring at the blood stains on his collar in a daze, and looked at the man he had painted, and said angrily: "Old immortal thing! You can't live for a few years, what kind of waves do you waste, what kind of capital waves do you have!"

"Boy Kong, have you ever memorized the method proficiently?"

After that, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, his eyes flashed, "It seems??um.... Some flavor too. ”

The Taoist priest's face was as usual, but his heart moved, and his consciousness was swept away, only to see a trace of spiritual power suddenly appear in the young man's chest, and the flow of spiritual power was quite strange, and finally condensed his eyes.

"Are you crazy? If the doom is determined, how can manpower be able to recover it! 300 years of life! A full 300 years of life! Do you say you are crazy?"

"Confucius, you must know that although there is no need to have a definite calculation for disasters, there is a certain amount of luck in heaven. The tyrants and rebellious ministers of the world, the goblins and ghosts outside the world, are all born in response to the catastrophe, and the catastrophe is not over, and the manpower cannot control it; once the catastrophe comes, it will destroy itself without attacking. Although the evil is abundant, but the bad luck is not over, it will take a few more years, and when the criminals are in the sky, they will have their own illustrious retribution. Where the calamity is, Hugh said that it cannot be exempted, so it is necessary to reduce the calamity a little, shorten the period a little, ordinary people can't do it, live for the teacher for a thousand years, take on a mission, for the peace of the Six Realms, a mere 300 years of life, what is it?"

The Taoist priest stared at the young man who was speechless until he rolled his eyes, and quickly pinched his right hand, and after a long time, a trace of ruddy rose on his face, and he frowned and said: "Confucius boy, you must remember that the true people of the ancients are not rebellious, not male, and not a scholar. ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, and seeing that he was about to preach again, he quickly turned his attention to the painting and said with a smile: "Old man, you are a good painter, you are about to catch up with our camera, and tell me who the painting is." ”

The Taoist priest turned his gaze and stared at the person on the painting, and after a long time, his face changed slightly, and he said: "The founder of the Heaven Covering Demon Sect, Xu Wei, he has returned to the true realm, this is the appearance of my divination." ”

After speaking, he glanced at the young man again, his face immediately became gloomy, and said: "That year, the people in the divine realm put him together, let him reincarnate for a thousand years, and now that he has returned to the real realm, he will definitely set off a bloody storm.....

"Hey, I know that the Heaven Covering Demon Sect killed the two realms of immortals, and finally seduced an old witch from the underworld... However, it may not be revenge for him to come back, right? What if someone is good?"

"Definitely. ”

He took a long breath and was about to stand up, but he couldn't sit up in a moment, and then he realized that he had lost all his vitality.

"Xu Wei founded the Heaven Covering Demon Sect, naturally he is a demonic person, a demonic person, of course he doesn't do good things, but this is not something he can do himself, to be honest, he is just born in response to the calamity, and he is just a messenger for the calamity. He was honored as an emperor back then and couldn't be autonomous, let alone in this life?"

The young man's eyes narrowed, he looked around, and said in a deep voice: "What does the old man mean is that this real world is about to be turbulent because of Xu Wei? Hmph, how much wind and waves can a little Xu Wei set off? He hasn't met me, if he meets me, hum, maybe who will achieve the emperor's honor!"

"Hugh is talking nonsense!"

The Taoist priest's color changed instantly, a strange red appeared on his face, he opened his mouth sideways and spewed out a mouthful of blood, his face showed a look of horror, and he pointed at Wang Lin and said hatefully: "You! Have you forgotten what I just taught you! You want to die as a teacher! Angry at me, an old man!!"

"Master, Master, the apprentice knows that he is wrong, and the disciple wishes to be punished for everything!"

The young man's face was red, he didn't dare to raise his head slightly, and he only complained in his heart.

It's been three or four months since he crossed into this world, and when he first came, in order to survive, he was humiliated and abused, and he didn't understand why the protagonists in the novel crossed over with family backgrounds, and he was pitiful enough to grab food with the dirtiest beggars.

The main god gave him the system, which is an S-level destiny, but the damn main god is a half-dead seal, and the so-called unsealing task is to break through to the Yuan Infant Stage.

That damn Yuan Infancy, if he hadn't met this Taoist priest, I'm afraid he would have been in the wilderness.

Following the Taoist priest to practice the art of divination, to this day, it is only the first glimpse of the way, and the Taoist priest has not yet taught the real Jinghua, so the Taoist priest can't die so early, let alone make him unhappy.....

At the very least, after teaching yourself to die...

The Taoist priest's eyes swept to the young man, knowing what he thought, but in front of him, he was largely reduced, even if he knew that he had different intentions, he couldn't find someone who was more suitable for follow-up than him.

"Confucius boy, you have a firm heart, and your metaphysical talent is rare in a hundred years..."

Lao Dao opened his left palm, and a bead that exuded red brilliance, the size of an egg, and the mana fluctuations spread out like ripples, floated in front of him for at least a year.

"Jiaodan!"

When the boy saw the bead, his face changed, and he exclaimed in surprise.

It's no wonder that he is like this, because this bead is actually a real Jiaolong Neidan!

Jiaolong, is born alien, ancient divine beasts, born with a sense of consciousness, know how to cultivate, as long as the inner Dan is cultivated, one day it will be able to ride the wind and rain, turn into a real five-clawed golden dragon, break through the sky, and become a true immortal in the real world.

For ordinary alien beasts, Jiaolong, who is naturally good at wind, water, thunder, and electricity, is born to be the top existence.

Maybe a Zhu python that has been cultivated for 10,000 years is not as good as a dragon that has been cultivated for thousands of years.

And the inner pill cultivated by ordinary demon beasts is a rare treasure for cultivators, judging from the current fiery red Jiaodan, there is at least more than a thousand years of fire!

As long as he refines this inner pill and turns it into his own use, he can directly achieve the golden pill, break through several obstacles in one fell swoop, and directly cultivate the Yuan Baby!

"Master... You are..."So looking at the dragon Neidan floating in front of him, he was full of shock, and he didn't dare to reach out and touch it for a while.

"If you take this Inner Dan, you should be able to cultivate the Yuan Baby. The Taoist priest's expression did not change at all, but he said lightly, "After cultivating the Yuan Infant, you will go down the mountain!"

"Going down the mountain?" The young man, who was still in shock, took a few deep breaths before he calmed down, looked at the Taoist priest and asked, "What does the master want me to do?"

"Take this portrait and go to meet the Immortal Dao sect masters and network monks, and cooperate with the light and dark of each sect to find this person. For the teacher, he has only built a foundation, and his strength is still low, so he must find it as soon as possible, so that his soul will be destroyed and he will never suffer in the future!"

"The disciple obeys the master's orders! Annihilation!" Qi Liancheng was shocked.

"The secret art in the door is all in Jiaodan. The Taoist priest exhaled deeply, "You immediately go down the mountain, find a hidden place to refine, and then, it's up to you." ”

I get it.

The young man solemnly bowed three times, took Jiao Dan, and turned away with the surging agitation in his heart.

I cleaned up a little, and I didn't go back to the mountain.

When I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I couldn't bear to look back: old man, the grace of saving my life and giving my career cannot be repaid, and when I achieve the posture of the emperor in the coming day, I will definitely erect a monument to the sky, and worship you every year!

Looking deeply, just as he was about to turn away, suddenly a strong will descended from the depths of the void, with the power of conquest.

The young man's body was uncontrollable, and he knelt down, and finally fell completely prostrate on the ground.

The wind is surging, and the thunder is great.

He gritted his teeth and looked up, only to see a thick golden light burst out from the swirl of high dark clouds.

The goal is straight to the top of the mountain.

Geezer!

The boy screamed, and the poor little sound was instantly drowned out by the roar.

The thunder was loud, the mountains shook, the earth trembled, and countless thunderbolts immediately dispersed in all directions....