Laughing like crazy, the metaphysics boss just came out of his stall and was noticed by the police

Soon, the old Taoist nun Li Xunsong called Li Shiqi was pulled aside and replaced by another old Taoist. Li Xunsong's eyes were red.

Zhang Qiaosheng took a deep breath, exerted his strength again, and scolded him loudly, "We are all going to die. Why are you crying? Aren't you usually the most tolerant?"

All the veterans who came here never thought they could get out of here alive.

"I'm not crying, I was just blinded by the mountain wind!" This old man is old, old, old, but his words are still so unpleasant.

Do you think everyone is as cold-hearted as him?

Fu Yiqing could hardly hold on any longer. She saw three heads vaguely emerging from the dark abyss under the formation.

A snake head, a woman's head, and...a head covered in black hair.

It seems that there is no straight face, and there is hair everywhere, so densely packed that it is difficult to see the face clearly.

Fu Yiqing's hair exploded, but she knew what it was.

This is Yama, the leader of the evil gods of Japan, who is the king of Hell in charge of the kingdom of roots.

The Zhu family is really ambitious, not only plotting the East, but also plotting the underworld!
These three things seemed to float up slowly, but they were extremely fast. They were just dazzling, and the three big heads were already in front of Fu Yiqing's eyes.

After regaining consciousness, Fu Yiqing bit the tip of his tongue again and squirted a mouthful of blood. The gestures in his hands changed, and his whole aura changed.

Naturally, the experienced Taoists below also saw this change, and their expressions changed drastically.

"The Immortal is asking for a golden body."

"The golden body is so harmful to one's cultivation. The Immortal is now a mortal. Is she crazy?"

"It's not like I haven't invited you to the immortal before..."

"Shit, did you see that seal gesture? It's more than just asking for a golden body!"

Some people's voices trembled, and their eyes turned red. Master Zhang took a look at the seal Fu Yiqing had formed and the way he was going to die with determination and calmness, and he felt respectful.

There is no one in the world who is not afraid of death, and there will be no one who uses all his cultivation to fill the holes that cannot be filled.

Once such a person appears, ordinary people will say that this person is a fool, knowing that he cannot do something. If it were me, I would rather lie down with this body and wait for the incense.

How good it is to be a salted fish.

But the prerequisite for being a salted fish is world safety.

There are always pioneers, there are always fools who break out of a safe path, so that salted fish can have a chance to lie down.

Such people are called saints.

Master Zhang's heart trembled, and a feeling of respect arose in his heart. He had lived for such a long time and was still not as good as Fu Yiqing.

Before today, what he thought about most was that by developing and strengthening Xuanmen, it would be best if the Zhang family could achieve something and his cultivation would reach a higher level. His cultivation had been stagnant for many years.

If it continues to stagnate, his lifespan will be over.

Until today, he realized that cultivating the Tao is not only about cultivating the body, but also cultivating the mind.

He will never reach Fu Yiqing's level.

Fu Yiqing didn't care about so much, but he was also angry. The ancestors said that they wanted her to overcome the tribulation. Are these three things meant for her to overcome the tribulation?
Is this to kill her?

Can she beat it?
Can't beat it!
"Haotian's decree, please!" If you can't invite the gods, you can always invite them with your own golden body.

There was a gust of wind all around, thunder was rolling in the sky, and dark clouds were covering the sky. The Zhu family members who were fighting with the old Taoists suddenly felt that they could not breathe.

boom--

The sky thunder suddenly fell, a huge rumble was heard, and there was a surge of energy. Many Zhu family members died on the spot. Everyone raised their heads, and with just one glance, their hearts tightened as they were photographed.

He was an extremely majestic emperor, with a face as cold as jade, a twelve-pointed crown, a red robe on a black background, holding a halberd, and his gaze was like an eagle or a wolf.

Different from the translucence before, this time it was a solid body. The moment it appeared, it became one with Fu Yiqing.The expression of the three evil gods, whose big face was close to the bottom of the formation, was frozen for a moment, especially the Yamata no Orochi, who couldn't help but shrink his neck.

But then he found that he was intimidated by someone whose cultivation level was not as good as his own, and he suddenly felt embarrassed.

He bared his teeth and hissed, and fell headfirst. In an instant, the snake's tail with strong wind swept up, and Fu Yiqing was whipped. Fortunately, he had a golden body to protect him, and he only fell to the side, but his internal organs were all injured.

"Bah." He vomited blood and felt a little better in his chest.

Afterwards, Fu Yiqing got up again, with flowers almost coming out of his hands.

In an instant, the world changed, and the golden body behind her flashed, and eight figures appeared in an instant, each figure falling steadily on the nine hexagram gates.

This is her purpose. If there is no dragon, then she will make up for it herself.

As an emperor, she must have dragon life in her life. With eight phantom points, she can suppress them a little. She might be able to break out of the formation and find the fatal weaknesses of these evil gods.

"Shangxian!"

"Master Fu!"

The anxious voice came out, and the veterans couldn't stop it, and they felt uncomfortable in their hearts.

Could it be that God gave an immortal just for this calamity?

Spiritual energy is already thin. If they are gone and the immortals are gone, will there be any more Taoists in this small world?
"With my life, I will replenish the soup of mourning water..."

As Fu Yiqing began to recite the words, all the old Taoists knew that there was no possibility of recovery, so they all closed their eyes and began to chant along with it.

But that voice, that mouth, and the whole person were trembling.

The clone settled down, and the entire formation lit up again, faintly glowing with a layer of red light.

"Woooo..."

"Hiss..."

"Hey—"

With a sudden sound, the three evil gods seemed to be angered. The head of the Yama instantly stuck to the bottom of the formation, and the dense hair spread out and covered the entire bottom of the formation.

bang bang-

The formation was stirred, and there was a trace of cracks. There was a 'pop' sound, and the clone on Guamen Huang was suddenly wrapped in hair, and only a human figure could be vaguely seen.

The next moment, Yan Mo's hair suddenly tightened, and the clone was completely broken. Fu Yiqing's face turned pale, and she didn't even have time to react.

Has the power of this evil god become so terrifying?

Seeing that the hair was about to spread to other places, a person suddenly rushed towards him. Fu Yiqing took a closer look and saw that it was Li Xunsong.

"Li Tian——"

Before she could finish her sentence, Li Xunsong's whole body was wrapped up. The next moment, a bright red flame came from inside and out, and actually lit the hair, but only that part was ignited.

Yan Mo screamed and let go of Li Xunsong. Unfortunately, Li Xunsong's whole body was burned, his flesh and blood were blurred, and he made no sound anymore.

"Li Xunsong..." Fu Yiqing's heart seemed to be grasped tightly, and she only had time to say this. She didn't even have time to catch Li Xunsong's people, and Li Xunsong was pulled down into the abyss by his hair.

"Li Xunsong!"

Fu Yiqing made a secret and threw a bunch of red lotus fire into the abyss, but found that it didn't work!

So what kind of fire is Li Xunsong's spontaneous combustion?

Just like that, a few more figures came up in front of him, all blocking the entrance of the cave, with a seal in their hands that Fu Yiqing was particularly familiar with. (End of chapter)