Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 301 Pure Yang True Fire Always Strong
Zhao Siqi is no longer a son of a rich family who knows nothing. He traveled all over the world and met many strange people and things.

If he has a strength, he will contribute his strength.

Because I live in no fixed place and need to avoid the snake demon Xiao Qi's pursuit all the time, I don't want to see others suffering like myself.

He may not be able to live for a long time, but if he can save one person, it will be considered that this encounter was not in vain.

The old Taoist around him also made his home all over the world. After meeting Zhao Siqi, they walked together and acted chivalrously.

The old Taoist was born in a sect, not an orthodox cultivator, he can only be regarded as a practitioner.

It is difficult to become a fairy if you enter the Tao through a side door.

But in this world, there are many heretics, but there are orthodox inheritances, and only a few people can practice to become immortals.

This time, Lao Dao and Zhao Siqi were wandering all the way, and found a dead air outside the village, and it seemed that there were no living things.

A village like this that doesn't seem to be in decline, theoretically speaking, other than fleeing famine, it can only be considered a monster.

Sure enough, before entering the village, the snow corpse had already pounced.

The snow corpse was repelled by the old Taoist's blow, and it rushed again in an instant.

The old Taoist stopped in front of Zhao Siqi and said, "Back!"

Zhao Siqi didn't try to be brave, and stepped aside, silently running his mana, igniting Xinyuehu's heart fire.

The snow corpse has fangs and sharp claws, with corpse poison on its body.

The old man bit his finger, slid across the bamboo stick, chanted a mantra, and shouted: "Slay evil and demons!"

His blood glowed red on the bamboo stick, and the bamboo stick was thrown out suddenly, but it pierced through Xue Corpse's chest like a sharp knife in an instant.

The old Taoist clapped his palm on the bamboo stick and shouted: "Pure Yang True Fire, sick! sick! sick!"

The red light on the bamboo stick turned into flames in an instant, enveloping the snow corpse.

But what surprised Zhao Siqi was that instead of struggling, the snow corpse stood still, showing a peaceful look, and was refined into a real corpse by refining the spirituality in the body.

The old Taoist drew out his bamboo stick, sighed, and said, "Poor."

Seeing that Zhao Siqi was puzzled, the old Taoist explained: "The snow corpse is a ghost who died of freezing, and the remaining trace of sanity is shrouded in bitter cold all day long, and it is difficult to escape."

"It's another kind of Yin Corpse. They can't see the light of the sky, so they rely on drinking human blood to warm their stomachs. When the old Taoist Chunyang True Fire burns, he feels warm, so naturally he won't resist."

Zhao Siqi remained silent, sighed, and said, "Let's go, I don't know if all the people in this village have been killed by Xueshi."

Zhao Siqi and Lao Dao entered the village, leaving behind the corpse lying on the ground, covered with snow again.

In the village community, the doors are wide open.

When Zhao Siqi walked into a room, he saw a family of five, all of whom had their throats crushed and blood flowed all over the floor, and suddenly he felt a surge of depression in his chest, which made his heart choke.

The old Taoist took a look and said, "I was bitten to death."

When he went out, Zhao Siqi followed him, and changed his house, but no one was seen.

After walking a few more steps, I suddenly saw a figure crawling in the fence of a family, huddled in a ball, and seemed 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 all right?"

Hearing the voice, the figure raised its head slowly. It was a young woman, but her face was livid, covered with blood and chicken feathers.

In her hand, she was holding a chicken that had just died. The blood of the chicken hadn't coagulated yet, and it was bitten to pieces by her.

Hearing Zhao Siqi's voice, the snow ghost screamed and rushed over the fence.

Zhao Siqi backed away in fright, but fortunately the snow corpse was blocked by a fence, and without wisdom, he bumped into the fence in a daze, waving his arms but couldn't reach Zhao Siqi.

When the old Taoist heard the movement, he rushed over immediately. Seeing that Zhao Siqi was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you want me to help?"

Zhao Siqi said: "No need."

A mass of red flame suddenly burst out from his palm, landed on the snow corpse, and burned into a ball of flame in an instant.

The heart is burning like a spirit.

The fragmented souls on the bones were burned into a ball, and they became quiet in an instant.

After the old Taoist saw it, he said, "It's really hot."

Zhao Siqi settled down and said: "The gift from the fox fairy is just for me to practice."

The old Taoist priest was about to say something, but when he listened attentively, his face suddenly changed.

Zhao Siqi also heard the movement, which came from all directions, it was the sound of hurried footsteps.

The old Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi stood back to back, and in an instant, they saw more than a dozen snow corpses coming from all directions, surrounded the two of them, and rushed towards them.

The old Taoist knocked back the two snow corpses in front of him with two sticks, turned his head to look at Zhao Siqi, and saw that his hands were covered with heart fire, and he knocked the rushing snow corpses to the ground with one punch, and he immediately felt relieved.

The old Taoist raised his bamboo stick, wiped it with blood, and said: "Pure Yang True Fire, surround my body!"

The blood on the bamboo stick burned, and he waved the bamboo stick like a torch or a red-burning sword.

The old Taoist and Zhao Siqi took care of the front and the back, leaving more to the old Taoist and leaving the less to Zhao Siqi.

Although the old Taoist priest is old, his skills are sharp. The bamboo stick is better than a sword. Whether it is chopping or chopping, it has the blessing of pure yang and real fire.

Looking back at Zhao Siqi, he was dressed in rags, but his movements were as nimble as a fox's. Once the heart fire in his palms hit the snow corpse, it would dispel its remnant soul.

The old Taoist pumped his mana in his chest, and with one blow, he chopped down the snow corpses one by one under the sword.

Zhao Siqi was panting heavily, the fire in his hands had already been extinguished, and looking at the old Taoist priest, he pulled the bamboo stick into a sword flower and put it under his ribs again, chic and freehand, not as embarrassed as he was at all.

Zhao Siqi took a breath of cold air, coughed, and said, "The old man is still the best."

The old Taoist smiled wryly and said: "I am old and frail, and I rely on my mana to hold on. It looks good, but it is no longer possible."

"Old, old."

Zhao Siqi laughed and said: "You will grow stronger..."

Before the words fell, the smiles on his and the old Taoist's faces disappeared.

Snow silks more than a foot long fell from the sky, like soft feathers or silk.

Snow silk mixed in the wind and snow, flakes of snowflakes, strands of snow silk, looks extraordinarily mysterious.

Zhao Siqi raised his head and saw a white figure floating in the sky upwind, falling towards them.

This figure is covered with a thick layer of snow silk, like white hair, enveloping it.

The strands of snow in the wind and snow fell from the white-haired man.

The old Taoist guarded Zhao Siqi behind him, set up his bamboo stick again, and he was no longer arrogant, his eyes were sunken, and he was cautious and vigilant.

Zhao Siqi felt this unusual aura and tried his best to mobilize the mana in his body.

However, when the snow corpse attacked just now, his mana had been exhausted, and he was unable to fight for the time being.

The old Taoist took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Qi, come in."

Zhao Siqi wanted to say something, but the old man had already pushed him. He gritted his teeth, opened the door of the next house, and got inside.

　The next chapter will be a little later, it will be published first and then revised, about 01:30
　　
　
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