Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

Chapter 302
The white-haired man in the sky floated down that day, as if he was slowly dying.

Just as Zhao Siqi got into the door, the white-haired man had already landed in front of the old Taoist priest.

The old man pumped up his magic power, smeared blood on the bamboo stick in his hand again, and waited for it.

The white-haired man was covered in snow, only a piece of white, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Zhao Siqi looked sideways at the white-haired man from the window, his heart beating violently.

He prayed silently: "Brother Mingfu, brother Mingfu, come and save me!"

Even though he hasn't done anything yet, Zhao Siqi already knows that the old Taoist is by no means a match for this white-haired monster.

Without the snow corpses consuming his mana, maybe he would still be able to fight. After the snow corpses surrounded him, he might really have to fight for his life.

Facing the white-haired man, the old Taoist was dazed after a long absence.

At that moment, he seemed to have returned to decades ago, when his master took him to Futian River to subdue the water demon.

At that time, he was just a fledgling, facing the huge Zhu Polong in the water, his whole body was stiff and his legs were trembling. If Master hadn't rescued him, he might have been bitten to death by Zhu Polong.

But the master also lost an arm in order to save him.

Master didn't blame him back then, but he couldn't stand the inner condemnation, and he just kept it to himself.

Later, when the master passed away and separated the family, he left on his own initiative and gave Lianhua Mountain to the master's son.

After a few thoughts, he came back to his senses.

Facing the white-haired man, he seemed to have returned to the time when he was facing the pig dragon, and was overwhelmed by the terrifying power of the demon.

The old man stared at the white-haired man with his sunken eyes, and did not wait for the white-haired man to strike first, because the weak do not have the strength to defend, they can only attack!

The bamboo stick was waving, and a red light suddenly appeared, like a dragon flying around, shining red light in the wind and snow, stabbing at the white-haired man fiercely.

The snow silk all over the white-haired man was flying, and as the fire dragon approached, the flying snow silk suddenly changed from softening to rigidity, and exploded one by one, turning into extremely sharp spikes.

The spikes extended outwards, almost stabbing the approaching old man into a hedgehog.

The old Taoist remained calm in the face of danger, bit the tip of his tongue suddenly, and spit out a mouthful of blood foam.

But what he spewed out was not like blood foam, but more like ten thousand golden stars, more like a scorching sun.

Pure Yang True Fire spewed out from his mouth, burning the tender snow silk into a big hole, and the seasoned bamboo stick drove straight in, piercing into the white hair.

After receiving this blow, the white-haired man flew backwards, the snow silk on his body continued to shatter, and the falling snow silk also took away the power of Pure Yang True Fire, revealing the man in the white hair.

This is a beautiful woman, her skin is like ice and snow, completely different from your snow corpses that look like frozen ghosts.

Only the woman's opened eyes could see the inhuman silence.

In just an instant, those melted snow silks grew out of the woman again, and within two breaths of effort, she was re-wrapped in thick white hair.

The old Taoist showed a bitter expression, if he failed in one blow, he would only be beaten.

But the woman didn't rush to make a move, as if she was startled by his sword, instead she confronted him in the wind and snow.

But this kind of confrontation is not a good thing for Lao Dao.

All of his abilities are based on the pure yang energy in his body, which is as fierce as fire, but it cannot last for long.

Aggressive and fiery in action, tough and fierce, but burns out quickly.Neither his blood nor the mana in his body could support him in a long battle.

His aura gradually weakened, the white-haired man was keenly aware of this, and in an instant, he rushed towards the old Taoist.

She was not walking, but flying, coming with the wind and snow, the cold came first before she arrived.

The old man's eyebrows were frosted quickly, and there was only a flower in front of his eyes, and the hand covered with white hair stretched out to his chest.

The old man tried to parry with the bamboo stick, but the hand just waved, then disappeared from his face, reappeared, and was already behind him.

A clatter.

The old Taoist flew backwards and hit the bamboo fence, smashing the bamboo fence to pieces, and the bamboo stick in his hand flew out and got stuck in the snow.

The old Taoist only felt that his back was completely numb, and he fell on the ground, but he couldn't move at all.

Blue frostbite appeared on his face, and he couldn't even tell whether he was burned by fire or frostbite by snow.

The woman approached slowly, but she was not in a hurry to take his life, she just looked at him quietly.

The old Taoist felt his whole body stiff, and the aura of death and corpse surged freely in his body. He suddenly understood why there were so many snow corpses in this village.

The frozen ghosts killed by this woman will all turn into snow corpses.

The old man tried his best to circulate his mana, and managed to gather the pure yang true fire in his chest again to protect his heart from turning into a snow corpse.

The woman let out a soft "Hey", the sound was like cracking ice.

She walked towards the old daoist, and she only needed to stretch out her hand, and this ray of pure yang fire would be extinguished.

Snapped!
A porcelain cup spun and hit the woman on the head.

The white hair behind the woman caught the porcelain cup, she reached out to take it off, threw it on the ground, and turned to look at Zhao Siqi.

The old Taoist cursed in his heart: "Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

Zhao Siqi came out from the door, his chest was heaving violently, and he said, "Come on! Beast! I'm not afraid of you!"

He threw a porcelain cup at the woman again, which was smashed by the woman with a wave.

The woman looked at Zhao Siqi, the white hair on her body was billowing, as if she was irritated by him, the next moment, she rushed towards Zhao Siqi!

"Brother Mingfu, help!"

Zhao Siqi yelled!
There seemed to be a low laugh in his ear, and he said, "Don't panic, leave it to me."

Zhao Siqi lost the ability to control his body, and Gong Mengbi took over his body.

He seemed to be a third party watching, seeing himself looking up at the wind and snow, and stretching out his hand to grab it lightly.

The whistling wind and snow stopped beside him, and the rushing woman stretched out her hand, and the white and soft snow fluttered, about to touch his chest.

But in the blink of an eye, the oncoming wind and snow, and the rushing woman flew back at an even faster speed, and smashed into the cottages, causing dust to fly.

He saw himself walking slowly towards the place where the woman fell, stepping on the snow without leaving any footprints.

The whistling wind and snow hovered behind him, turning into a wandering dragon, and with his finger lightly pointing towards it, he lifted up the house and aimed at the woman covered in white hair.

The woman screamed, a pair of wings emerged from the snow silk, and flew towards the sky.

But no matter how fast she was, she couldn't be as fast as Fengxueyoulong.

The flying dragon seemed to hold a pearl in its mouth, biting the woman in its mouth.

with a snap.

As if the ice had cracked, the woman turned into strands of snow and dissipated in the wind and snow.

The wandering dragon fluttered around, gradually disappeared, and turned into a snowstorm again.

Zhao Siqi was stunned, his feet had sunk into the snow, and the heavy snow buried his ankles.

Gong Mengbi has already left.

But he couldn't care anymore, and rushed into the snowdrift, dug out the old Taoist's stiff body, and ran into the room with him on his back.

"Don't die!"

(End of this chapter)