I think about how heroic and heroic I was back then, attracting the attention of the younger generation, and even being hailed as the hope of the Taoist sect.
Even so, most of his resources are earned by himself.
As a result, in this generation, if there is only one seedling, without cultivation, the Taoist sect may become extinct.
perhaps...
Destruction is always more frightening than hope.
Thinking about it, Lu Dongbin's eyes were on Mao Yong'an again. At this time, he had absorbed all the liquid in the bucket.
The liquid gradually became transparent, and the smell also dissipated a lot.
It wasn't until the liquid was completely colorless and odorless that Lu Dongbin threw Mao Yongan out again: "Go on, run!"
As he spoke, another bucket of blood was poured out.
Then a sword was slashed on his back. Under the severe pain, Mao Yongan instinctively began to run wildly.
"Damn it, why are you killing me?"
Mao Yongan cursed while running, but his injuries healed quickly.
This seemingly simple medicinal bath greatly improved Mao Yongan's physical and mental strength.
"There is a special energy in your body that can only be stimulated after being hurt."
"I'm doing this for your own good."
"The mental power you have improved this time is too great and difficult to control, so in the future, I will not seal your mental power again."
"However, I will also join the chasing team."
"Bless yourself."
Lu Dongbin said lightly, and after Mao Yongan recovered from his injuries, he picked up the sword in his hand again and struck.
"Your uncle!"
"When Master Dao and I get stronger, I will definitely push you to the ground and rub you!"
Stimulated, Mao Yongan cursed.
"oh."
What responded to him was Lu Dongbin's slightly perfunctory voice.
It's not very harmful, but it's extremely insulting.
In this way, the chase battle started again. This time, most of the people attracted were half-king-level ghosts. However, after Mao Yongan recovered his mental power, he seemed to be able to do it with ease.
Even if a few crazy ghost kings broke in during the process, they didn't feel too much pressure.
"This kid has something."
Lu Dongbin murmured to himself.
After these few days, he discovered that Mao Yongan's ability to save his life was not ordinary. He would always plan the most perfect escape path on his own, allowing his body to escape the farthest distance with the smallest injury.
After a few years of being hunted, he would never be able to perform this kind of operation.
He even found that, except for the first few sword strikes, when Mao Yongan adapted to his own rhythm, he quickly took control of the situation.
Whenever his sword falls, the muscles in his back will always twist, weakening the attack to a minimum.
This made Lu Dongbin very curious and he couldn't help but increase his strength.
"Your surname is Lu, are you a dog?"
Mao Yongan was in pain and cursed again.
But this obviously touched a certain sensitive nerve of Lu Dongbin, and for a while his attacks became more fierce and more crazy.
However, as Mao Yongan gradually adapted to his enhanced mental power, his speed became faster and faster, forcing Lu Dongbin to keep accelerating, and even gradually left those ghosts behind.
Group portrait...
Suddenly it became a double act between Lu Dongbin and Mao Yongan.
Moreover, after careful consideration, Mao Yongan seemed to have discovered Lu Dongbin's lifeline, and kept shouting idioms related to dogs.
Lu Dongbin seemed to have red eyes and pursued madly.
In this seemingly eerie wasteland, there is still some fun.
…
"Yaochi, it's time to leave the mountain."
"Back then, my junior brother's relics were buried together in Yaochi. This time you go, remember to get them back."
A very skinny old monk, wearing a simple monk's robe, leaned weakly against the door and said.
An extremely handsome young man with long blond hair and a pair of blue eyes looked arrogant and confident on his face: "Don't worry, no one in the younger generation will be my opponent."
"Not only the relics of my uncle, but also all the items in the entire Yaochi, I will get them back."
The old monk shook his head gently: "Don't underestimate others."
"Not to mention heaven and earth. In our Lingshan Mountain alone, there are several beings with amazing talents."
"And the people in Lingshan are not necessarily your allies."
"People in heaven and hell may not necessarily be your enemies."
"In everything, interests come first, do you understand?"
The old monk looked at the young man and said earnestly.
The young man was obviously impatient, but he suppressed his emotions and nodded: "I understand, teacher."
The old monk saw the young man's impatience, but said nothing more. He just sighed, took off the beads from his wrist, and handed them to the young man's hands.
"At a critical moment, I may be able to save your life."
After saying that, the old monk lost interest in continuing the conversation. He coughed hard several times, turned back to his wooden house, and closed the door.
The young man, on the other hand, put the beads on his hand indifferently, with a look of expectation in his eyes, and embarked on his own journey.
"Alright in talent, but lacking in brains."
"Another piece of trash."
In the room, the old monk was sitting on a chair. His eyes seemed to be able to see through the walls of the wooden house. He stared at the young man's leaving figure and shook his head.
This is already...the third person he has sent away.
With the same words, they all thought that they were unique and would inherit the legacy of Lingshan in the future.
It's just that they don't know that in the eyes of their kind-faced and usually very amiable master, they and others are nothing more than cannon fodder.
How could the situation that everyone in Lingshan really placed their hopes on be the same as theirs.
In just a few days.
Wasteland restricted area, periphery, seaside...
Even in the ordinary corners of Shangjing City, more and more young people are setting out towards a goal, with fighting spirit in their eyes.
Moreover, in the past years, they had no reputation and lived like ordinary people.
Yaochi has thus become the first stage for all forces to find out.
Maybe the treasure inside is dispensable to them, but its hidden effect has a deep meaning.
…
"By the way, I haven't seen the young people trained by your underworld until now."
"I'm still quite curious. After all, the post office has always been assigned to me."
Wang Ye and Po Meng, each with a rocking chair, were lying side by side at the door of the No. 7 grocery store. They looked very relaxed and had no sense of tension about an impending war.
"They've already set off."
"The training of young people is not my responsibility."
Po Meng replied simply, closed her eyes, felt the faint sunlight penetrating the fog layer, and closed her eyes in enjoyment.
"It feels so comfortable to be basking in the sun."
