Zhao Siqi is no longer a rich man who knows nothing. He has traveled around the world and encountered many strange people and things.
If he has a part to play, he must do his part.
Because he has no fixed place and needs to avoid being chased by the snake demon Xiao Qi all the time, he doesn't want to see others suffer like him.
He may not live long, but if he can save just one person, his life will be considered in vain.
The old Taoist around him also has a home in all corners of the world. After meeting Zhao Siqi, they went together to fight for justice.
The old Taoist priest came from a side sect and was not an orthodox cultivator. He could only be regarded as a cultivator.
It is difficult to become an immortal by entering the Tao from the side door.
In this world, there are many heretics, but there are only a few who have orthodox inheritance and can practice and become immortals.
This time Lao Dao and Zhao Siqi were wandering all the way, and they found a lifeless atmosphere outside the village. It seemed that there were no living things.
A village like this that doesn't seem to be in decline can theoretically be considered a monster except for fleeing from famine.
Sure enough, before entering the village, the snow corpse had already pounced on him.
The snow corpse was repulsed by the old Taoist priest and rushed at him again in an instant.
The old Taoist priest stopped in front of Zhao Siqi and said: "Back off!"
Zhao Siqi didn't try to be brave and stood aside, silently using his magic power to ignite Xinyuehu's inner fire.
The snow corpse has sharp teeth and claws, and carries corpse poison on its body.
The old Taoist bit his finger, drew it on the bamboo stick, recited a spell, and shouted: "Break evil and kill monsters!"
His blood glowed red on the bamboo stick. The bamboo stick was pulled out suddenly, but in an instant it pierced the chest of the snow corpse like a sharp blade.
The old Taoist slapped his palm on the bamboo stick and shouted: "Pure Yang True Fire, Ji! Ji! Ji!"
The red light on the bamboo stick turned into flames in an instant, wrapping the snow corpse.
But what surprised Zhao Siqi was that instead of struggling, the snow corpse stood still, showing a peaceful expression, and was refined into a real corpse.
The old Taoist took out his bamboo stick, sighed and said, "It's pitiful."
Seeing Zhao Siqi's doubts, the old Taoist explained: "The snow corpse is a ghost that froze to death, and the remaining sanity is shrouded in the bitter cold all day long, making it difficult to escape."
"It's another type of Yin corpse. It can't see the light of day, so it relies on drinking human blood to warm its belly. When the old Taoist Pure Yang True Fire burns, it feels warm, so naturally it won't resist."
Zhao Siqi remained silent, sighed, and said, "Let's go, I don't know if everyone in this village has been killed by the snow zombies."
Zhao Siqi and Lao Dao entered the village community, leaving behind the bones lying on the ground, covered with white snow again.
In the village community, the door is wide open.
Zhao Siqi walked into a room and saw a family of five, all of whom had their throats bitten and blood flowing all over the floor. He suddenly felt a surge of depression in his chest, which made him feel heartbroken.
The old Taoist took one look and said: "He was bitten to death."
When he came out, Zhao Siqi followed him out. They moved to another house, but saw no one.
After walking a few steps, I suddenly saw a figure crawling in the fence of a family, huddled up and seeming to be trembling.
Zhao Siqi suddenly showed a hint of joy and said: "There are still people alive."
He walked to the fence and asked, "Your Excellency, are you okay?"
Hearing the voice, the figure slowly raised his head. It was a young woman, but her face was ashen, covered in blood and chicken feathers.
She was holding a recently dead chicken in her hand. The chicken's blood had not yet solidified, and she bit it to pieces.
Hearing Zhao Siqi's voice, the snow ghost screamed and rushed towards the fence.
Zhao Siqi was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly. Fortunately, the snow corpse was blocked by the fence, and he had no wisdom. He bumped into the fence blankly, waving his arms but could not reach Zhao Siqi.
The old Taoist priest heard the noise and rushed over immediately. Seeing that Zhao Siqi was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you want my help?"
Zhao Siqi said: "No need."
A ball of red flame suddenly appeared in his palm, fell on the snow corpse, and burned into a ball of flame in an instant.
The fire in my heart burned my soul.
The fragmented souls on the bones were burned into a ball, and they became quiet in an instant.
After seeing it, the old Taoist priest said: "It's so hot."
Zhao Siqi calmed down and said: "The fox fairy gave it to me, I just use it to practice."
The old Taoist priest was about to say something, and when he listened carefully, his expression suddenly changed.
Zhao Siqi also heard the movement, which came from all directions and was the sound of hurried footsteps.
The old Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi stood back to back. In an instant, they saw more than ten snow corpses coming from all directions, surrounding the two of them and rushing toward them.
The old Taoist priest used his backhand two sticks to repel the two snow corpses in front of him. He turned to look at Zhao Siqi and saw that his hands were covered with inner fire. He knocked the approaching snow corpses to the ground with one punch. He was immediately relieved.
The old Taoist priest raised his bamboo staff, wiped it with blood, and said: "The true fire of pure yang, surround my body!"
The blood on the bamboo stick burned, and he waved the bamboo stick like a torch or a red-hot sword.
The old Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi took care of each other, leaving the old Taoist priest with more and Zhao Siqi with the less.
Although the old Taoist priest is old, he is very agile. His bamboo stick is as good as a sword, whether it is chopping or slashing, and with the blessing of pure Yang true fire, it is like thunder, cutting the snow corpse in front of him into pieces.
Looking back at Zhao Siqi, he was dressed in tatters, but his movements were agile and as slippery as a fox. Once the inner fire in his palms hit the snow corpse, it would dissolve its remaining soul.
The old Taoist priest gathered a burst of magic power in his chest, and with a burst of energy, he chopped off the snow corpses one by one with his sword.
Zhao Siqi was breathing heavily, and the inner fire in his hand had been extinguished. He looked at the old Taoist priest again, wrapping his bamboo staff into a sword flower and putting it under his ribs again. He was cool and free-spirited, not as embarrassed as him at all.
Zhao Siqi took a breath, coughed, and said, "The old man is still great."
The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly and said: "I am old and frail, and I rely solely on magic power to hold on. I look good, but I can no longer do it."
"Old, old."
Zhao Siqi laughed and said: "You will get stronger when you are old..."
Before he finished speaking, the smiles on his and Lao Dao's faces disappeared.
Snow strands that are more than a foot long fall from the sky, like soft feathers or silk threads.
The snowflakes are mixed in the wind and snow, and the snowflakes and snowflakes look particularly mysterious.
Zhao Siqi raised his head and saw a white figure floating in the sky upwind and falling towards them.
This figure was covered with a thick layer of snow, like white hair, shrouding it.
The snow strands in the wind and snow fell from the white-haired man.
The old Taoist priest protected Zhao Siqi behind him and set up the bamboo stick again. He no longer had the exaggeration of Hun Bu. His eyes were sunken, showing caution and vigilance.
Zhao Siqi felt this unusual momentum and tried his best to activate the magic power in his body.
However, the snow zombies had just attacked, and his mana had been exhausted, and he was unable to fight for the time being.
The old Taoist priest took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Qi, come into the house."
Zhao Siqi wanted to say something else, but the old Taoist had already pushed him. He gritted his teeth, opened the door of the house next to him, and got in.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
The next chapter will be a little later, published first and revised later, around 1:30
