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This posture is actually quite awkward.

The figure of the faceless man in yellow is very strange. He is composed of a huge and thin lower body, from which nine thick tentacles extend. However, his head is particularly round, as if it is suspended above the collar, and his head is covered with various human faces.

The faceless man in yellow looked extremely strange, giving people a twisted and absurd feeling. But when Zhou Li squatted on his shoulders with his butt facing his face, this absurdity turned into humor. Coupled with Zhou Li's words that were so embarrassing that the faceless man in yellow dug his toes into the ground, it became...
There is a kind of beauty in a members-only restaurant.

"you!"

When the faceless man in yellow realized that the person squatting on his shoulder was Zhou Li, he was shocked and said, "How could you?!"

"Brilliant Fire Cloud, Mi!"

Zhou Li certainly couldn't let the other party say anything, so he smashed his right hand on the other party's forehead. Fire clouds spread out in the sky, sweeping over every inch of the faceless man in yellow.

help.

The old Taoist priest just pointed his finger, and the ordinary fire instantly exploded like a punishment from heaven, and countless solid fire swords with the meaning of punishment directly pierced into the body of the faceless yellow-clothed man. With a muttering, the faceless yellow-clothed man staggered to another place, with dark brown marks all over his body.

"How could you possibly touch me?"

The faceless man in yellow stared at Zhou Li, his words full of disbelief, "How dare you touch me?!"

Even the old Heavenly Master, when facing the Faceless Yellow-Cloaked Man, had to use the extremely consuming divine spirit to touch the other party instead of direct physical contact.

The terrifying thing about the Yellow Clothes Clan is their pervasive infection. If ordinary people knew of their existence, they would probably be infected. If they often recited their names, they would be completely infected. Ordinary monks might be able to resist some infection, but if they read about the Yellow Clothes Clan, they would most likely be infected. If they also saw the portrait of the Yellow Clothes Clan, they would most likely be corrupted and become the Yellow Clothes Clan's slaves.

Stronger monks might be able to read and learn, but once they heard the Yellow Cloth's mumbling, they would constantly build dreams of the Yellow Cloth in their minds. If they faced the Yellow Cloth directly, they would instantly be transformed into one of the Yellow Cloth, and they would not even know that they had been transformed.

For an existence of the level of the old master, simply seeing, hearing, and observing can no longer infect him. The only way to infect the old master is to touch his body continuously and have direct contact with him. But Zhou Li was different. He squatted directly on the head of the faceless yellow-clothed man, and he was just short of taking off his pants to shit.

Aren’t you afraid that I might get infected?

Not afraid.

The old Taoist priest looked at Zhou Li who shook his right hand, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Sure enough.

The old Taoist priest knew that if he stretched out his hand and touched the faceless yellow robe directly, his palm would definitely be eroded by the abyss. Even if he could dispel it instantly, it would consume some immortal energy. But Zhou Li had no signs of being eroded at all, and in a sense...
Looking up at the hundreds of faceless people in yellow with anger in their eyes, the old Taoist priest had a strange expression on his face.

The ancient god was infected by Zhou Li...
Yes, Zhou Li was infected by the ancient god.

Zhuge Qing stood beside the old Taoist priest. She looked at her master and said helplessly, "Master, you are risking your life again."

"If not, this faceless yellow robe will still be difficult to remove."

Shaking his head, the old Taoist priest came back to his senses, looked at Zhuge Qing and said with a smile: "It is you, a fool, who goes to the mountain of tigers even though you know there are tigers there. I have told you before that if you meet two people choosing a path, don't go with them. You clearly know that little Tang Wan will not be harmed by the ancient god, but you risked your life to come here. Do you want to teach your master a lesson?"

"I am worried about my disciples."

Zhuge Qingqian smiled and said, "After all, he is my only disciple. How can I be at ease?"

The old man and the young man smiled at each other, and then they cast a spell together to help Zhou Li who was jumping up and down.

At this moment, Zhou Li had only one feeling.

Cheating, cool.

If Zhou Li had a system, then his mind would probably be filled with the sounds of ding ding ding ding ding ding ding, and Feng Ling and Yue Ying would be almost smoking.

=It is no less than a fantasy for ordinary people to help others cast spells. Just how to inject one's own spiritual energy into the other person's body peacefully is a problem, not to mention that there are countless small but fatal difficulties involved.

But the old Taoist priest is different.

Taoism is very mysterious, but not as mysterious as the old master. In a sense, the old master has awakened the "power of my thinking". As long as it is related to Taoism, the old master's thought is enough to make the Taoism do whatever he wants.

If Zhou Li had a panel now, he would have three extremely powerful effects: "500 times increase in Taoism cultivation, 500 times increase in immortal energy, and 500 times increase in spiritual skills." Moreover, Zhuge Qing was in charge.

If it was just the old Taoist priest, he would probably worry about whether the increase in Zhou Li's power would be too much and burst his body. Zhuge Qing was here to help the old Taoist priest. With her understanding of Zhou Li's meridians and the art of Qimen Bagua, she could regulate the Qi in Zhou Li's body so that Zhou Li could withstand this increase in power.

"A thousand flowers bloom."

He placed his hand on the waving tentacle, and before the tentacle fell, thousands of pear blossoms, apricot blossoms, and peach blossoms bloomed on the tentacles. The originally strange and dark tentacles were instantly covered with flowers, and then broke and fell like a dead tree.

“Withered trees come spring.”

The jade gourd bracelet on his wrist glowed with golden light, and Zhou Li's eyes were full of golden light. He instantly noticed the tentacles attacking from the darkness. He directly picked up the fallen dead tree tentacle and threw it casually. The dead tree spit out millions of vitality and covered the body of the faceless yellow-clothed man.

The faceless man in yellow immediately cried out in pain. He was not a dead thing, so he could absorb this vitality instinctively. However, under Zhou Li's extraordinary control of immortal energy, this vitality actually contained countless sharp auras, which directly tore apart his skin on the surface.

No, skin?!

The faceless man in yellow was startled, and only then did he realize the root of the problem.

How did I become a human?!
wrong!

Suddenly, the faceless man in yellow felt a sense of fear.

Why do I have emotions?

In fact, the Yellow Clothes Clan is not a monolithic entity. In other words, there are always those with strong minds who can resist the erosion of the Yellow Clothes Clan. Although they have the appearance of Yellow Clothes Clan, they have a human heart and still retain their humanity.

The Yellow Painter is such a person.

The pure yellow-clothed people, on the other hand, have no human mind at all. Everything they do is imitation, in order to be closer to humans and more easily corrupt them. Their joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness are all just performances, and even their appearance is just a disguise to prevent people's minds from collapsing immediately.

But now, the faceless man in yellow could clearly feel that his body had begun to become real, and his chest, which had been unconscious before, began to beat faintly.

How can it be? !
Am I infected?
Only then did the Faceless Man in Yellow realize that he had been infected by human nature.

Being infected by human nature means...
I will die?!

The most primitive emotions immediately emerged in the faceless man in yellow. He looked at Zhou Li with mockery in his eyes.

so what?
Two tentacles smashed the flying boulders, and the faceless man in yellow cast a black mist to cover himself. I am the man in yellow, and as long as someone remembers my existence, I will be reborn after death.

At this time, the secret realm that was originally used to trap the old Taoist priest had completely changed. After the Taoist priest used his magic, it became a cage that trapped the faceless yellow-clothed man. Here, the faceless yellow-clothed man could do anything except leave.

However, death is also a means of leaving.

If he was still the Faceless Yellow Clothes, I'm afraid these people would use various means to seal his existence, and if he wanted to come out again at that time, it would not be as easy as before. But if these people were murderous, and wanted to wipe out the roots after seeing that he had a human form and human nature, the Faceless Yellow Clothes would be able to escape from this.

He is different from other yellow-clothed people. He is not an independent individual. On the contrary, he is a collection of countless souls wrapped up by the evil thoughts of the Fire Lord. Even if he dies, he can be reborn.

By then, it would be impossible for these people to find him. The Faceless Yellow Clothes man would lie dormant for another hundred years, waiting for the death of the old Taoist priest and others, and then he would be able to come out again.

Thinking of this, Wumian Huangyi began to imagine his wonderful life in the future and couldn't help humming.

"I'm here to help you!"

Zhuge Qing waved a green cloud, and first clouds and rain filled with vitality and murderous intent fell to the ground, and then there was a howling strong wind.

The old Taoist priest took out a pearl and jade and shook it gently. In an instant, a strong wind condensed on the body of the faceless man in yellow, making him unable to move.

Zhou Li was not vague either. He directly drew out Wu Qianhu's sword and hit the faceless man in yellow with a stick.

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The old Taoist priest was stunned.

"No way, this thing is handy."

Looking at Wu Qianhu who was called out by the rescuer, Zhou Li nodded and said, "The demonic energy is majestic and the righteous energy is awe-inspiring. This thing is very useful in fighting."

Moreover, he can be resurrected after death, and his butt has thorns.

Oh, awesome, there are weapons like this.

Being hit by Wu Qian Hu is no less than being hit by a fake cow*, both are humiliating and abstract. Moreover, Wu Qian Hu itself has the property of breaking, which is also considered an epic equipment in the game.

Holding Wu Qianhu in his hand, Zhou Li turned around and hit the monster's head hard. With a crisp sound of breaking, the two masks shattered instantly. The faceless man in yellow staggered back a few steps, steadied himself, and pulled out his tentacles to attack Zhou Li again.

“He is asking for death.”

Zhuge Qing saw through the faceless man in yellow's thoughts at a glance.

The old Taoist priest had already seen it, but he didn't say anything because there was no need. Because...

"Hmph, want to run away?"

Zhou Li jumped high up, then used the method of whirlwind and sand. His whole body was covered with sand and gravel. He roared: "Lightning whirlwind strike!"

At this time, Zhou Li was not holding the stiff ankle of Wu Qianhu, but holding Wu Qianhu's head high with both hands, using his scorpion tail as a machete. Amidst the lightning and thunder, the knife directly sank into half of the head of the faceless yellow-clothed man, and the thunder that followed continued to rage, burning the faceless yellow-clothed man's head to a char.

But the Faceless Yellow Clothes Man was not a human after all, not even a living creature, so his weakness was not his head. When Zhou Li landed, his feet were covered with black mud, and countless hands grabbed his ankles, trying to drag him in.

"Attract, thunder!"

The old Taoist priest and Zhuge Qing cast a thunder curse. Zhou Li drew out Wu Cen Shu, and with his dual swords, he directly condensed the two heavenly thunders into the bodies of Wu Qianhu and Wu Cen Shu, and then he used the frenzy slash to cut off those arms.

A flash of lightning appeared.

Zhou Li seemed to have transformed into a bright thunder and appeared behind the monster, calling out "Save me!", and Cen Shu in Zhou Li's right hand turned into Wu Zhende. After a beautiful twist and slash, a black hole suddenly appeared on the waist of the faceless yellow-clothed man, and corpse qi continued to emerge.

"How dare you! How dare you!"

The Faceless Man in Yellow suddenly became furious and waved his tentacles wildly. Hundreds of pale-faced monks emerged from his body and released their spells together.

In an instant, fire rain, lightning, earth and iron swords covered the sky and enveloped Zhou Li. Facing this killing move, Zhou Li was calm and stood still.

"Do whatever you want."

If you say this is magic, it is actually biased. Because it is the old master who ordered these spiritual arts to let them know that the old master is here.

Therefore, those five elements Taoist magic and gold and iron magic instantly collapsed and did not dare to touch Zhou Li at all.

The faceless yellow-clothed man was not good at fighting, but he transformed into other people's appearance to invade. But this time he was eager for quick success and wanted to infect the old master into the yellow-clothed man's appearance. In addition, the appearance of the remains of the fire master made him feel hopeful, so he fell here.

but····
Kill me.

Zhou Li pulled out Tang Wan and hung it behind his back, then activated the tiger spell, and the two energies in his body immediately reached a balance. The moment the faceless yellow-clothed man swung out his tentacles, Zhou Li fell heavily like a meteor, smashing half of the faceless yellow-clothed man's body to pieces.

Looking at the faceless yellow-clothed man lying on the ground, Zhou Li's hands trembled, and Wu Qianhu and Wu Zhende both left. He stood in front of the faceless yellow-clothed man, squatted down, and said:

"Are you still pretending?"

"Weak..."

A mocking smile appeared on the face of the faceless yellow-clothed man, "Nothing more than that."

"I know you're asking for death."

Zhou Li's words stunned Wumian Huangyi. The next second, Wumian Huangyi had an ominous premonition deep in his heart.

"You are ever-changing. Death is just a way for you to be reborn. The only optimal solution is to trap you."

At this moment, despair and fear emerged from the depths of the faceless man in yellow.

Then, he saw Zhou Li stretch out his hand, and a fiery lotus quietly bloomed in the palm of Zhou Li's hand.

"But trapping you is not the best solution."

The remains of the Fire Lord looked at him and said calmly:
"The best solution is to destroy everything about you."

The fire lotus blooms, destroying everything. (End of this chapter)