First Class Taoist Gate

No one can live forever.

Zhang Bairen doesn't think that he can live forever, and the most powerful role in the practice is just to become a Yang Shen to ensure that his soul can be reincarnated. As for the immortality of the flesh, don't be kidding, no one can break the cycle of birth, old age, sickness and death.

The ancient gods will also age and die. It is better than Qin Shihuang also disappear, and the Great Qin Dynasty will die overnight?

Zhang Bairen sat on the bow of the ship, holding a gourd in his hand, pecking at the wine unhurriedly, his eyes swept across Luoshui, and the scenery on both sides of the bank was beautiful and intoxicating.

As the sun sets, the jade rabbit rises in the east, and the stars are lingering.

As the cold wind blows, Zhang Bairen frowns: "Yin wind?"

"Zhang Bairen!" In the distant mountains, a shout continued to echo, arousing echoes in layers.

"Where is the rat, come out quickly!" Zhang Bairen stood up from the bow, his eyes swept towards the distant Maolin, and he couldn't see anything at all in the darkness.

"You dare to go against the Guanlongmen gate valve, today is your death date! Asking you to die by the devouring of ghosts is not insulting you!" The candlelight in the Maolin is faint, the altar is placed, and two candles are in the wind. It seems that it can be extinguished at any time, but it cannot be extinguished.

Zhang Bairen stroked his chin, and the corners of his mouth curled up: "Fame and fortune are touching, and he is another person who wants to kill me in exchange for benefits. I didn't expect that I will be tired of fame and fortune one day, so **** things will happen to me."

Maolin Zhong

The Taoist stepped on the gang fight, a peach wood sword in his hand seemed to be shining with golden light, he picked up a piece of talisman in front of him, drew a candle in the air, and then exploded suddenly.

"Pardon!" The Taoist chanted a curse, and the Taomu sword pointed at a black jar in front of him.

The jar was plugged, and a yellow talisman was suppressed on it. At this time, a handful of mung beans was spilled from the hands of the Taoist, and then the stopper on the jar was lifted by a long sword, and only a whistling sound was heard. The mung beans on the ground automatically jumped and ejected in the air. , Absorbing the power of moonlight.

"Om!"

As Dao's people chanted the curse, the force field around Mung Bean was distorted, instantly turning into big men surrounded by black energy.

With broken arms and legs, or no heads, some people are riding tall horses, while others are holding machetes.

The only thing in common is that the green light lingers in the eyes of these ghosts is terrifying.

"Kill!" With a pardon order, countless ghosts quietly killed Zhang Bairen.

"War soul!" Zhang Bairen stood on the bow of the ship and looked at the ghosts that rushed forward, with a look of shock in his eyes.

Battle spirits are different from ordinary ghosts. Before they die, a mouthful of murderous intent is mixed with the evil spirits of the battlefield. It will turn into a strange power, which firmly holds the battle spirits, making the battle spirits face the vast majority of the world. Law, can be immune. Even if it is not immune, it will greatly weaken the influence of Dao Fa.

Looking at the overwhelming battle spirits, Zhang Bairen sneered coldly: "You must be prepared to search for so many battle spirits!" Zhang Bairen sneered, the golden light gleamed all over his body, and the power of Zhengyang seemed to have organized layers of gorgeous outside his body. coat.

"what!"

A long knife in the hand of a war soul slashed towards Zhang Bairen's head, who knew it hadn't gotten closer, but it started to melt like a candle, the four swords of Zhu Xian vibrated behind him, and the war soul was absorbed.

Zhang Bairen kept his sword intent tightly in his body, for fear of accidentally breaking through the physical portal to enter.

Now Zhang Bairen's sword intent is not blowing, and as the sword intent is continuously cut into Zhuxian's Four Swords, there is always a little bit of it that cannot be cut, and it remains in Zhang Bairen's body.

The accumulation of this little bit becomes the most quintessential sword intent, which is the essence of sword intent, almost indestructible, with unmatched edge.

Zhang Bairen was full of energy, looking at the black air in the sky, and sneered: "Guan Gong is playing big swords all over his face, let's look at my methods!"

The Zhengyang Qi converged, Zhang Bairen's whole body was filled with Yin Qi, and the five ghosts overwhelmingly flew out in an instant.

"Asshole!"

The five ghosts did not entangle with the fighting spirits in the sky, but went directly into the dense forest and attacked the person who performed Taoism. Ordinary ghosts are not the opponents of war souls at all, including the five ghosts that Zhang Bairen cultivated. Of course, Zhang Bairen would not be stupid enough to hit rocks with pebbles.

The people in the dense forest did not expect Zhang Bairen to use the demonstrative technique. Looking at the overwhelming five ghosts, the blood of the Taoist people suddenly spurted out, and the sky was crying for a moment. I don't know how many five ghosts hugged their heads and did not dare to approach.

Zhang Bairen pinched the tactics in his hands, and his eyes flickered: "A bunch of waste, the five gods bless!"

"Boy, what you have learned is rather complicated. You are still proficient in the art of guarding against ghosts. How do you control so many five ghosts?" The Taoist voice spread across the dense forest and spread across the river.

"Want to know? Change your head for it!" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly, waved the positive yang energy from his palm, and the countless battle souls he passed through were like white snow in the spring, instantly disappearing.

"It's rude, the trivial means are not in the eyes of Pindao. When Pindao captures your soul, you naturally know it is awesome!" Taoist smiled coldly, and a bit of weird fire oil spouted out of his hand, only to be dying. The flame of the candlelight rose three feet in an instant.

At this moment, a group of war souls were wearing golden armor, and the flaming war souls actually ignored Zhang Bairen's power of Zhengyang. Zhang Bairen slapped a palm. He thought that the power of Zhengyang could melt the opponent, but who would have thought that the spirit of war is like a spring breeze to the power of Zhengyang, and all the power of Zhengyang is blocked by flames, but instead The flame absorbed a lot, and strengthened a layer of golden armor.

Came to Zhang Bairen with the golden light of the sword, and bluffed Zhang Bairen quickly withdrawing and backing away. He leaped far away and stepped on the river water to reveal a look of uncertainty: "What evil spell?"

"Asshole!"

Zhang Bairen was shocked here. There was a violent shout from the Taoist in the dense forest. Zhang Bairen was already suppressed by the secret method and was about to be cut by the sword. But who would have thought that five ghosts with weird spirits around him suddenly grabbed his limbs. , Still relying on the Taoist's magic, chicken blood and donkey hoof are useless, the five ghosts are shining with mighty divine light, as if they can restrain the evil of the world, and then there is a whirl of heaven and earth, and they are already on the boat when they reappear.

Zhang Bairen's long sword with a scabbard fell on the shoulder of the Taoist, and he didn't look at the surrounding war spirits, and looked at the Taoist in front of him with a smile: "Dao Master, since it falls in my hands, then accept the magic."

The surrounding battle spirits surrounded layer by layer. At this moment, Zhang Bairen's four swords of Zhuxian shook behind him, making the battle spirits dare not approach.

The Taoist looked at the immature face in front of him~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and then looked at the wandering war soul who dared not come close to the strong, his eyes showed ugly colors, hoarse and said: "Boy, good means."

It is indeed a good method!

"The Daoist will admit it," Zhang Bairen's scabbard patted the Daoist on the shoulder.

The Taoist looked at Zhang Bairen with a pair of eyes. The swordsmanship in front of him is known to all. He is definitely not his opponent at such a close distance, but just like this, he is called to stop. Wouldn't it become a fish under the knife and let anyone kill him? .

"If you are willing to let me go, I will accept this war spirit" Taoist said with a stubborn neck.

Zhang Bairen frowned, and the scabbard patted the Taoist cheek: "I said little Taoist priest, don't take an inch. If you obediently accept the battle spirit, the little master may still keep you alive. Do you think these battle spirits can do anything to me? Isn’t it? Master Dao is just thinking about saving some trouble. Without you, Master Dao, I can kill this battle spirit with a little bit of effort."

The Taoist in front of him was only twenty-five or sixteen years old, and he looked stunned.

Taoist and Zhang Bairen looked at each other for two seconds, then turned their eyes, and snorted coldly: "I have eight thousand fighting spirits here. You are a dead end if you kill me. Lord Taoist, I did not expect your five ghosts to carry I have already cultivated to such a realm. Grandpa, I accidentally took care of your plot. If you let me go, we will walk halfway to the sky, or else we will die."

"The fish is dead and the net is broken?" Zhang Bairen's mouth had a weird smile: "I want to see if your fish is dead, will my net break?"

Feeling murderous in Zhang Bairen's eyes, the Taoist's heart trembled, and he suddenly exclaimed: "No!"

"Puff!"

The blood splattered, the Taoist was covering his throat, his eyes were staring tightly, not squinting.

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