"Arrogance."
The Master said calmly.
Then he raised his hand, raised his two fingers, and circled them, attracting the spiritual energy from the mountain to move.
The magical powers are all different.
Quan Shan is the best at the corpse technique, which is to induce zombies to become zombies.
However, when he stretched out his two fingers, he saw the strong corpse aura and death aura summoned, and the man's back was obscured by the dim smoke.
At a glance, it seems that there is a person covering the sky.
Lihua looked at the man and couldn't help but said: "It's so annoying..."
Disgusting for no reason.
It was an inexplicable disgust, and that smell was not only unsettling, but even a little disgusting.
Unconsciously, a corpse smell wafted over.
Lihua quickly covered her nose, feeling uncomfortable.
"Bloom."
The headmaster said lightly, and with a flick of his finger, the corpse energy gathered and turned into a seven-petaled flower. The flower was gorgeous, but black.
The little flower floated gently.
Chen Changsheng looked at it and found it interesting.
In fact, this is not a magical power, but more of the use of Qi. Corpse Qi and Death Qi gathered into flowers, floating towards Chen Changsheng like a life-threatening charm.
Chen Changsheng looked at the master and smiled slightly.
The master's brows slightly twitched.
Then Chen Changsheng raised his hand.
The little flower transformed by corpse energy immediately escaped his control.
The real person in charge was slightly startled.
Under his gaze, the flower floated into Chen Changsheng's palm.
Chen Changsheng took a look and said: "The flower is pure. Although it is transformed by corpse energy, it seems that the corpse energy has tainted such a flower."
I saw him raising his hand.
The sleeves moved slightly.
The corpse air on the flower suddenly blew away like smoke.
The corpse aura spread out, and he was about to hit the master head-on again.
The real headmaster paused his hands, waved his sleeves, and took the corpse energy into his sleeves, disappearing silently.
And when the corpse aura dissipated, there was only a bright flower left in Chen Changsheng's palm.
"Flowers will eventually bloom and fall, no matter how beautiful they are, they will fade away."
I saw the flower withering, its petals flying in the wind, rising in the mountain stream, and I don't know where it will float.
Chen Changsheng looked at the master master and said calmly: "This counts as one move, there are still nine moves left."
The master's brows frowned slightly.
Stand upright.
When he raised his hand, two dark lights flew out of his sleeves.
"Zombie puppet swallows life, appears!"
As the words fell, the two dark lights turned into two puppets.
There were runes painted on the puppet's body, but the runes were full of evil spirits. The puppet's eyes were even more empty, and the other's moves were missing.
Chen Changsheng looked at the runes on the corpse puppet.
"Ancient characters..."
From this point of view, perhaps the Taoist traditions of Quanshan and Qingxian Temple are somewhat similar.
Part of the reason why Qingshan City's Taoism flourished at the time was because of the help of people behind it. The Xuanmen of the Immortal Realm was established in the human world. Firstly, it was to select people with extremely talented people. Secondly, it was also related to the fate of this world. They Everything you do is always profitable.
The method of writing ancient characters is unusual.
The master of Quanshan understands this method, which shows that this method was definitely not born in the human world, but also came down from the world of immortality.
Quan Shan is by no means ordinary, maybe he is also a son.
Chen Changsheng looked at the two corpse puppets. After sizing them up for a while, he said to the real person in charge: "Chen is very curious about the person behind you now."
The real head master snorted coldly, somewhat unconcerned with this man's arrogance.
"Swallow him."
The master said, and then he saw the two corpse puppets attacking Chen Changsheng.
The great thing about this corpse puppet is not its flexibility, nor its absolute strength, but its body, which is not afraid of water and fire, and its spells are useless. Moreover, such a puppet does not know pain. It is very difficult to solve it. trouble.
But for Chen Changsheng, this is an easy thing.
After all, Chen Changsheng also knew everything about the ancient characters.
But Chen Changsheng raised his hand and drew a few ancient characters in the air.
Between the palms of hands.
Suddenly I heard a crisp sound.
"Snapped."
The ancient characters in the air in front of him suddenly turned into a column of water, washing away towards the corpse.
The Master Master said: "My corpse puppet is invulnerable to water and fire. This technique is worse than scratching an itch."
"Yeah?"
Chen Changsheng said softly.
But immediately, something happened on the field that made the master's face change color slightly.
At first, the corpse puppet was only blocked by the water flow, and nothing happened. But then, the ancient characters on the corpse puppet were eroded by the flowing water, and seemed to dissipate little by little.
This ancient character is like a chapter, one word is destroyed, every word is destroyed.
Without the blessing of the ancient characters, the corpse puppet in front of him was like brittle paper that could be easily broken into pieces.
In an instant.
The flesh and blood on the corpse rotted and melted, and under the water flow, only a skeleton was left in the blink of an eye.
Collapse!
"boom!"
After the two corpse puppets fell.
The master's expression also changed accordingly.
Chen Changsheng said: "This ancient calligraphy is somewhat good, but it seems that Chen is slightly better."
He looked at it and said, "Another move."
The real headmaster looked at the putrid corpse water on the ground and the broken bones. He pondered for a long time but did not take action.
He seemed to realize something.
After a brief silence, he asked: "Who are you?"
Chen Changsheng did not answer, but said: "Two hands have been passed, and you have eight hands left."
But Chen Changsheng seemed to have overestimated the leader of Quanshan in front of him.
He has as many as eight moves.
The first move was nothing more than a test. When he sensed something was wrong, he used nearly 80% of his strength, but was still defeated, which showed that this person was invincible.
Moreover, the way the person in front of him behaved so casually also made the real head master feel worried. If he continued, he might really lose to this person, and he would not even have a chance to be kind.
The real person in charge said: "Fellow Taoist knows ancient characters, and I think he is an unusual monk. It is often said that it is better to dissolve enemies than to make knots. Why don't we sit down and discuss it later?"
Chen Changsheng said, "May I ask, sir, does Chen seem to be easy to talk to?"
The master's eyebrows raised slightly.
"That would be offending."
After saying that, he saw him raising his hand and drawing out a talisman.
"On the way to bind the immortal, please ask Immortal Panluo for help."
The talisman burned.
Seeing the golden light emerging, a Dharma body appeared in front of the master's eyes.
I saw a Taoist cultivator with his hair tied up and exposed, wearing a Taoist robe. His body was calm, but the momentum displayed on his body was extraordinary.
Then I saw the real head teacher holding his hand and saying, "Please ask the Immortal Master to once again point his finger to the sky."
I just heard the dharma body caressing Hu and chuckled, saying: "What's so difficult about this?"
After the words fell, the Taoist raised his hand.
A little fingertip can touch the road naturally.
The power of the sky moved with it, gathering at the fingertips.
"Boom!"
A touch of Tao rhyme swayed, like a bell ringing.
Everything points to Chen Changsheng.
