My Taoism comes from the world of myths and monsters

Chapter 38 The three levels are over, the leader Song Lin! (seek to follow up)
boom!
The flames exploded.

Those who entered the flames were affected, and some were burnt to the brim on the spot.

"Are you crazy?" Shi Yinhua shouted angrily.

Daotong, the monster just now, suddenly stopped in front of everyone, his body was bathed in flames, and his sharp minions made his scalp tingle.

"Jie Jie, don't think about passing by! Today I am the only one who can pass the test."

Xixiang is one foot tall, his fists are bigger than casserole pots, and his nails are as sharp and long as daggers.

"Want to run?"

Xi Xiang looked sideways at a Taoist boy next to him, and suddenly came up to this person with lightning speed, twisted his head off, and blood spurted out several feet, all over his body.

"I said, no one is allowed to go there."

Xixiang smiled ferociously, and this scene immediately bluffed most people.

Shi Yinhua didn't have such a good temper.

There was a ghostly look on his pale face, he pinched his fingers and recited the rampant tactics in his mouth.

"Mountains of swords and seas of fire are rampant, now!"

The mist filled the air, and fifteen red-haired and blue-eyed rampages emerged, with magic patterns on the soles of their feet, breathing flames from their mouths, and holding knives, guns, swords and halberds.

Summoning rampant soldiers, he used another spell, and the dark green flames formed a ferocious ghost head.

"Roar!!"

Xi Xiang yelled, smashed the ghost's head with his fist, and then rushed into the crowd of rampant soldiers, killing each one he saw.

Shi Yinhua fought with him, but fell into a disadvantage.

As time passed, everyone besieged together.

Xixiang is not stupid. When there are many people, he simply hides in the sea of ​​fire to consume the true energy of others, and the enemy will be destroyed without attack.

Looking at the scene of everyone on the sand table above, the Taoist priests were a little surprised.

"Tianxuan, where did you find this disciple? He is so unbelievably strong." Guanzhu Chaozhen asked, "Looks like he's another leader."

After passing three levels, No.1 is also known as the leader.

It is not uncommon to have a leader, there is a leader every year.

The dragon head is rare. The dragon head refers to the person who has only one customs clearance.

The last leader was still a sixty years ago.

Master Jiuyou's face was ugly, and Shi Yinhua was given high hopes by him.

This person was born from a corpse, and was born to be a companion of ghosts. He will definitely be able to carry forward the art of rampant soldiers in the future.

No matter how hard Sanying brags, in Jiuyou's heart, these people are all read by Shi Yinhua.

"Fellow Jiuyou, is your heart hurting?" Chaozhen Guanzhu, who was at odds with Jiuyou, said with a strange yin and yang air.

"Haha, mere Daoist, what's the point?"

Taoist Jiuyou looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, the thought of regret flashed away in his heart.

What is more important in cultivating the Tao is who can survive to the end. No matter how strong a genius is, he will be killed if he is not careful.

When Jiuyou was young, he didn't even have the qualifications to pass three tests, and he was the one who entered Qi training later to make up for it.

Now that you are the master of one view, where is the original leader?

As time went by, due to Xixiang blocking the way ahead, the Taoist boys were either killed by him, or their true energy was exhausted, dragging them to death.

Seeing this, the priests believed that the overall situation was settled.

"Hehe, there is no hope. My disciple, Xixiang, was born as a half-demon. He has the blood of dragon armor and astronomical phenomena. After some training by the old Taoist, he has the appearance of a real demon." Tianxuan, the master of the true demon temple, laughed.

"Hmph, so what about the dragon head? It's nothing more than relying on the monster's natural physique to bully the Taoist boy for his shallowness. Try it in a hundred years?" Some people were not convinced.

Dao Tong's spells were either very slow, and the enemy could kill him hundreds of times after reciting the spell.

Either rely on talent, but at this stage, talent has not been fully developed.

"Really? It's a pity that your disciples won't survive that time."

At this moment, Jiuyou's eyes narrowed, and he saw the Taoist boy who had just defeated Lu Zhen come out.

Song Lin's whole body was covered with red scales, and the flames couldn't get close at all. He took a qi-nourishing pill from time to time to replenish his true qi.

However, now the pill has bottomed out.

When everyone confronted Xixiang.

Song Lin watched coldly from the side.

He is more than 100 years old in his heart. Although he didn't bring his Taoism, he has a lot of experience and his eyes are very vicious.

The experience of fighting against people is beyond comparison.

In the battle of life and death, it is about who can seize life, not who is more talented or who has a strong background. These can determine some factors, but it does not mean that they will win.

Xixiang is very strong, and it is not without flaws.

The weakness of this person is the eyes and a certain scale on the back of the neck. Every time he attacks, he subconsciously avoids others from facing this scale.

Song Lin looked at the scarlet token on the yellow cloth altar behind the sea of ​​flames.

On it is written the order of the leader of the Xuanqing Dynasty in cinnabar.

If you get this item, you will be the leader of this year. As for the reward, it depends on the internal regulations of each Taoist temple.

"Hey!"

Song Lin sighed and stepped out of the crowd.

His character is never twitchy.

Originally, I wanted to fish in troubled waters and sneak around in a low-key way, but now it seems that I can't.

Song Lin used the true energy of the red dragon in the tanzhong while walking.

Chilong Zhenqi was passed down by Guang Chengzi.

Now Song Lin has trained him to be as thick as his wrists.

The dragon control method can fly to the sky, the flying star method can control objects in the air, the red scale method can defend, and the red emperor fist can release true energy to kill the enemy.

When everyone saw Song Lin walking out, they whispered to each other, feeling a little puzzled.

Does this person think that killing Lu Zhen will make him invincible?
Shi Yinhua couldn't help shaking his head, Chiyang looked happy, wishing that Song Lin would die quickly.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be in a hurry, just play by ear."

Lin Yang pulled Song Lin back.

"No problem"

Let the Taoism and supernatural powers of the other world seize the leader of Xuanqing in this world!

The leader of Xuanqing must be me!
I didn't bring the bronze mirror, but I can still kill it.

Whoa!

Song Lin rose into the sky, and the red dragon that had been prepared flew out of his sleeve.

Traveling to North Vietnam at dusk, Cangwu, the red dragon in his sleeves is bold!
Roar!
Chilong roared and rushed forward.

This is not over yet, the flames in all directions are rolled up by an invisible force, forming several fire dragons rushing towards Xixiang.

At the same time, there are countless fireballs, and the Sanyang fire sword is hidden in the flames.

A shot is a killer move!
Now that you have decided to make a move, do it thoroughly and brilliantly.

Twitchy, secretive.

Instead, it makes people suspicious.

Either hide the strength completely, or show the strength that people value.

Win heartily and aboveboard!
"Good way!!"

Lin Yang praised, he spit out evil wind in the state of evil spirit.

The evil wind formed a blade, sealing Xixiang's movement.

Shi Yinhua seized the opportunity and shot out balls of green Yinhuo.

Others jumped in.

"It's useless!!"

Xixiang laughed wildly, kicked his legs hard, and jumped ten feet away. The red dragon and many spells failed, and the remaining spells were blocked by the scales.

This one-foot-tall humanoid monster was not only powerful, but also had impenetrable scales, which made everyone feel a little desperate.

When Xixiang falls from the sky.

Song Lin soared into the air, holding the Sanyang Fire Sword in his right hand, and the miasma green bead in his left hand.

"How brave!"

Xi Xiang praised, he has a thousand catties of strength in one palm, wouldn't it be a delivery of food to him in close combat.

He held his breath, clenched his right fist and slammed it towards Song Lin. If he touched a little bit, it would be a broken bone at least.

Snapped!
The Sanyang fire sword broke, and the remaining force of the fist fell down.

Song Lin leaned to one side, dodged the opponent's attack, then turned around and came behind Xixiang nimbly.

"die!"

puff!
With flames, the broken sword pierced deeply into the back of Xixiang's neck.

"Um... how do you know..." Xi Xiang's eyes widened, his vitality drained rapidly, before he finished speaking, the body fell to the ground with a thud.

"What a wealth of combat experience!" Shi Yinhua muttered to himself, and he couldn't help admiring Song Lin even though he was so arrogant.

Every move of this person is extremely dangerous, and if he makes a slight mistake, he will be hammered to death by Xixiang.

But he did it, and he was so fast, like an old Taoist priest who has been fighting demons for many years.

Xixiang was played by him like a mouse and applauded.

Chi Yang was stunned for a moment, lost his mind, his heart was completely beaten by Song Lin, and he lived up to his former arrogance.

Everyone has not recovered from the shock.

I saw that Song Lin had passed through the sea of ​​flames, pointing directly at the leader order on the altar.

"not good!"

The Yin Hua of the Corpse is wrapped in a dark green yin energy, and it follows like a ghost.

Everyone also reacted and chased after him.

But thought it was too late.

Song Lin stepped up to the high platform, came to the altar table, and pulled out the leader's order.

clang!
The bell rang, and the majestic sound spread all over the place.

"Clang!! Xuanqing leader! Xuanke Song Lin!"

The three-pass conference has come to an end, and this year's leader has been revealed!
The fire cloud dispersed, and the golden light focused on the Taoist boy holding the token!
At this moment, Song Lin couldn't understand the meaning in his heart.

Since he got the Zhiguai Tulu, he has climbed from a small Taoist boy to the current position of the leader of Xuanqing. It is true that he has worked extremely hard, and he has lived up to his hard work day and night.

Of course, he is still a Daoist now.

But at least as an inner sect Taoist, his status is very different from the past.

"After going back, open another realm. This time we must break through the Taoist priests." Song Lin's excited thoughts disappeared in a flash, and his mood immediately calmed down.

No.1 Dao Tong is still a Taoist boy after all, there are still Qi practitioners killed, let alone a Taoist boy.

The third level is equivalent to the public examination. The No. 1 and the last one admitted in the public examination are still in the same position. There is not much difference.

At present, there are still difficulties in Qi training, and we have to deal with the censorship of Taoist temples.

(End of this chapter)