Tian Huan tried his best to avoid the fatal sword, and Tian Huan's heartstrings suddenly tightened and relaxed, but then he secretly thought that something was not right. The bone sword that flew over Tian Huan's shoulder flashed back, and then turned back to stab Tian Huan's vest. Tian Huan saw that When Huan was about to be pierced by this sword.
But the Seven Kills Monument that appeared in Tian Huan's consciousness disappeared again, and the white snake hidden in Tian Huan's hair was about to bounce up, but almost at the same moment, accompanied by Tian Huan's low roar, his figure suddenly There was a phantom movement, and then the bone sword flew through the heart, but no blood was splashed.
The old Taoist, who had just shown a proud look on his face, felt his heart suddenly jump. He followed his instinct and wanted to use his body skills to avoid it, but a halberd light mixed with thunder and lightning had already cut down from the top of his head.
But it is the Jinghong Illusion Movement that Tian Huan has practiced. As the movement inheritance left by the Yuan Qing Women's Crown, although it is more suitable for women, it is not impossible for men to practice it. It is just more difficult to practice, although Tian Huan is good at magic modification.
But because he still has to devote a lot of energy and time to practicing the basic skills and martial arts, Tian Huan has not really started to practice this phantom body step before. After all, Tian Huan has only practiced for half a year. Sometimes the precipitation of time is still Very necessary.
Even a genius monster needs time to realize his talent. What he can master with one click is a game, not reality. Between life and death, Tian Huan forced his body to move. Fortunately, he did not make any mistakes, but he could get a glimpse of the true meaning.
The fierce halberd light slashed down from top to bottom, and the protective mirror floating on Lao Dao's body was forcibly split open. The halberd blade, carrying the split protective mirror, violently chopped off Lao Dao's shoulder. , and then cut it out from Lao Dao's right hip, and blood and organ fragments spurted out instantly.
With a bit of disbelief in his eyes, the old Taoist's upper body fell to the ground. He was still alive for a moment, with blood spurting from his mouth, and tried to struggle again. He had been practicing for more than 80 years, and all the past events were flashing before his eyes. flash.
When he was young, he had poor qualifications. Although he reluctantly entered the academy established by the government to practice, there was almost no hope of building a foundation. Extremely unwilling, he accidentally obtained an evil inheritance, especially the alchemy technique in the inheritance.
The art of refining people into elixirs.
Relying on the method of alchemy, the old Taoist cultivation level quickly surpassed the lower third level of Qi refining, and then was promoted to the upper third level, leaving behind all the companions who had bullied and ridiculed him, but this also aroused the jealousy and jealousy of his classmates. Suspect.
Finally, because of his repeated sneak attacks on Qi Refining monks to refine elixirs, the method of refining people into elixirs was discovered. The old Taoist escaped desperately, and then fled as a wanted criminal. During this period, he was injured and killed again and again. Fortunately, Today's government is no longer as prestigious as it used to be. For a fugitive like him who is not an inconspicuous person, there are no strong men in the Foundation Establishment realm to pursue him, which is why he successfully escaped into Fulong Mountain.
After that, he lurked in Fulong Mountain to recuperate and practice, but to his disappointment, as his practice progressed, not only were the elixirs refined by ordinary people completely useless, but even the elixirs refined by low-level monks were of no use. It's also getting smaller.
So the old Taoist entrenched himself in this mountain, constantly collecting and training Taoist boys. When the training was mature, he would refine it into elixirs and take the elixirs to practice. Although this took a lot longer, it still allowed the old Taoist to practice to the point of perfect Qi refining. One step away....
"It's just...just one step away...and...I can build..."
Snapped!
Tian Huan stepped down hard, instantly crushing the old Taoist's neck and throwing his head away. This is the case for Qi Refining monks. Their power is all in the artifacts and spells. Of course, this does not mean that he is weak. In fact, The reason why humans are different from wild beasts is that they are good at using various tools and weapons.
However, as long as they can get close to the Qi Refining Cultivator, martial arts cultivators can kill them. Unfortunately, many low-level martial cultivators cannot successfully do this. However, the base of martial cultivators is large enough, and there will always be some Those with extraordinary talents stand out from the crowd. The high-level martial arts cultivators who emerge from the tens of thousands of troops obviously possess considerable strength.
In fact, the battle between Tian Huan and Lao Tao didn't last long. The rabbit rose and the kite fell, and life and death were fleeting. Just trying to explain clearly seemed a bit procrastinating, and the battle outside the Taoist temple did not change much.
When Tian Huan carried the old Taoist's head out of the ruins of the Taoist temple, the morale of the Taoist spectators who were still gritting their teeth and persisting in fighting suddenly collapsed, and they no longer dared to fight. However, although the Taoist spectators wanted to escape, they could not Tian Huan, who had mastered the phantom body step at that time, where could they escape?
This was the end of the battle. Tian Huan easily knocked Qinglu, Qingxuan and the three surviving Taoist temple stewards unconscious, while the remaining Taoist priests and Taoist boys who were doing the Birds and Beasts Scatter were not able to escape.
What surprised Tian Huan was that the group of Taoist soldiers who formed a formation to meet the enemy had no intention of surrender. The eight Taoist soldiers who were still alive, including the Taoist commander, seemed to have fallen into a violent state and gave up. The demon soldiers stopped fighting and turned to kill Tian Huan.
Tian Huan tried, but could only knock these crazy Tao soldiers to death, but could not knock them unconscious. In the end, he could only kill them all, which was a little regretful.
Four of the eight demon soldiers died, and the remaining four were also injured by the demons. Some were even missing arms and legs. Looking back, we will see if they can be reattached.
"What a pity. I still like this Taoist temple gate." Tian Huan shook his head regretfully at first, but then looking at the entire Taoist temple, Tian Huan felt no regrets.
"Haha, there is a dojo, and there are also the old ghost's treasures for many years. From today on, everyone will have the surname Tian."
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Qingxuan woke up from a coma. The swelling and pain on the back of his head made him gasp. He bared his teeth and tried to touch the back of his head, but then he found that he couldn't do it. His hands and feet were tied up with ropes, and the energy in his body was also gone. It seems to have dissipated.
Qingxuan's face was particularly ugly. He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that this was the confinement room in the Taoist temple. There were Taoist disciples piled up around him, many of whom were injured, and blood was flowing on the ground.
A young man of short stature was taking medicine to stop bleeding and heal wounds, and was bandaging and healing the Taoists who were seriously injured one by one.
"...Are you...Xue Ping?" Qingxuan recalled for a moment, and then asked.
The oil lamp in the solitary room was not very bright. The young man who was sullenly trying to stop the bleeding of his teachers trembled when he heard the sound, then calmed down and turned to look at Qingxuan.
"Qing...Uncle Qingxuan..."
The rule in Danyuan Temple is that although the Taoist boys have not yet become apprentices, they are in the apprenticeship reserve team, so they will call Qingxuan and other teachers as uncle.
Qingxuan stared at Xue Ping for a while, then fell silent for a moment and said: "Forget it, it's fine. What are your...what are the plans of those monsters? Do they want to feed us and eat them later?"
After Qingxuan's words came out, the awake Taoists raised their heads and looked at Xue Ping with fear and panic on their faces. Some people understood something, while others simply followed the crowd.
However, Xue Ping only felt that the pressure increased sharply, sweat broke out on his forehead, and the corners of his mouth moved, but he didn't know how to explain to his teachers.
