Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 83 Blood Escape Technique

Old Taoist Qingyang chuckled, swiped his hand from his waist behind him, and a long banner with a length of six feet appeared in his hand.

He shook the long flag, and immediately countless shadows appeared on the flag surface, which seemed to come to life. They squirmed several times, and a faint black mist fell from the flag surface, covering his whole body.

The sound wave that easily shattered the boulder reached in front of him, causing the black mist to vibrate endlessly, but it did not penetrate at once.

When the gray-robed monk on the opposite side saw it, his eyes flashed with a stern look, and he kept knocking the wooden fish in his hand, and sound waves spurted out from the mouth of the skeleton.

Old Taoist Qingyang did not dare to be careless and shook the long flag in his hand with all his strength. Black energy fell from the flag, blocking all attacks.

The two moved their steps carefully in the valley. After several rounds of attacks, they couldn't do anything to each other for the time being, so they distanced themselves, stopped fighting, and looked at each other warily.

The two sides looked at each other coldly.

The monk spoke first.

"Is it you who hid behind Chuang Potian and pretended to be a ghost, and created a destiny?"

Qingyang Lao Tao replied with a sneer.

"To each other, your Excellency, didn't you also have a silver light around the flag, destiny is in Jin?"

It turns out that these two are the real protagonists of the fate-versus-destiny farce.

The gray-robed monk snorted angrily, thinking that there were many martial arts masters from the refugee army searching the mountain behind him.

Although he was not afraid of those so-called martial arts masters, there were too many ants to kill the elephant, so it was not suitable for him to stay for a long time, so he suppressed the fire energy path.

"You and I are both cultivators, pursuing the path of immortality and magical power. How can you be willing to sacrifice your life for a mortal?"

"I'm just a grass-headed king in troubled times. It's ridiculous that he thought he was destined. You fooled him, and you were just trying to cultivate the big banner in your hand."

"The Hundred Ghost Banner in your hand has absorbed a lot of the broken souls of those who just died on the battlefield, and it has nourished it well."

"You don't want it to be ruined in my hands either, do you?"

Qingyang Lao Taoist replied with a smile.

"To each other, don't you also work hard for the government and come here to assassinate Chuang Potian?"

"Did you use the master's body bones for your wooden fish? Or did you skin and extract the bones and refine the soul into the bones? It took a lot of effort on your part, right?"

"The bangs are made from the vertebrae of several silver marrow masters, but it seems that a lot of essence has been lost. You dug up the graves of many masters, right?"

"I just don't know which one of us has the more powerful magic weapon?"

When the monk heard that Master Qingyang mentioned the assassination, he became furious.

"It's not a good thing you did! If you hadn't given Chuang Potian a protective amulet, those useless martial artists would have killed him long ago!"

"I have nothing to do with breaking through the sky and attacking the provincial capital, but he shouldn't have sent people to burn the governor's Yamen to the ground!"

"The governor is the only son of the old monk. I didn't go to search for treasures. I was gone for two days and this happened."

"He will die if he breaks through the sky!"

A monk actually had an heir, and this monk still spoke so confidently.

Old Taoist Qingyang laughed heartily, looking at the bone fish in the monk's hand with greed flashing in his eyes.

"Fellow Taoist, if your six roots are not purified, how can you still pursue the great path?"

"It's better to let the old Taoist send you to see the Buddha and help you get rid of it!"

The old monk was furious after hearing this.

"It turns out that I have taken a fancy to Buddha's magic weapon!"

"Go to hell!"

Having said this, the monk knew that the Taoist priests who were chasing him were here to kill people and seize treasures, and had nothing to do with assassinating Chuang Potian. This was a dead end.

The old monk was furious and waved the bone mallet in his hand with all his strength, knocking the human bone fish.

Sound waves rushed towards Qingyang Old Dao.

Old Taoist Qingyang was also unambiguous, waving the Hundred Ghost Flag in his hand.

Many phantoms on the flag became solid, and finally turned into a fierce ghost with a pair of red horns and a green face and fangs. The ghost waved its hands and feet, and a large cloud of black mist immediately flowed down, firmly protecting the body of Qingyang Lao Dao.

Not only that, Qingyang Lao Taoist danced his flags frequently.

Many phantoms jumped down from above, rushing towards the monk with a sinister wind.

Seeing this, the old monk hurriedly threw up the bone fish in his hand, and it grew several times in size out of thin air, blocking it in front of him.

When he struck the bone hammer, bursts of masculine blood immediately emitted, forming a thin blood shield in front of him.

The phantoms that jumped from the Hyakki Banner collided with each other and immediately let out shrill screams before evaporating completely.

Even the body of the evil ghost on the banner has become much more insubstantial, not as solid as before.

Obviously, this monk's bone fish contains the masculine blood of a warrior, which is the best way to restrain the gloomy aura of the ghost.

puff!

Upon seeing this, Old Taoist Qingyang hurriedly spat out a mouthful of blood in front of the banner.

After being nourished, the evil ghost suddenly grew in size. The flag kept shaking and bulging, and then with a bang, the evil ghost actually jumped off the big flag and came to the blood shield in a few steps.

It looked up to the sky and roared angrily, and struck down with a punch filled with thick black energy.

A harsh sound sounded.

Every time a punch hit the blood shield, there was white smoke, burned by the Grandmaster's masculine blood.

However, this ghost's body is condensed at this moment, and the black energy all over the body is like substance, and there are hundreds of ghost flags behind it that continuously replenish the gloomy ghost energy.

It didn't care about the ghost energy consumption, just punched as fast as a punch.

Every time they collide, the masculine energy and blood and the gloomy ghost energy are like fire and water meeting, with large forces canceling each other out.

Just for a moment.

The blood shield was smashed to the point of collapse, and cracks appeared on the bone fish made of the master's bones, and it was about to shatter.

The old monk was very anxious.

The Grandmaster Bone Fish that he painstakingly refined was no match for the opponent's ability to win through sheer force.

It was obvious that the masculine was restraining the yin, but now, it was countered by the other party.

The weapon is great!

He waved his hand, and the monk's robe fell off and flew out from the sky, covering the evil ghost. But he saw the evil ghost rushing left and right inside. The monk's robe was shining with a faint yellow light, and was stretched into a thin piece of cloth. The yellow light was dim, and the evil ghost was about to break out of the robe.

The old monk sprayed a mouthful of blood on the Grandmaster's bone fish.

The bone fish immediately showed off its glory, jumped in the air, turned into a giant skeleton, and slammed down on the monk's robe.

A loud bang.

A deep pit was dug in the valley.

However, they saw the skeleton of the master and the monk's robes and magic weapons were all broken into pieces. The wrapped evil ghost was smashed until its ghost body was gone, turning into thousands of black energy flowing on the ground.

But the monk took the opportunity to turn around and run away with the bone hammer.

"receive!"

Taoist Master Qingyang hurriedly waved the long flag to collect all the ghost energy flowing on the ground. The evil ghost figure reappeared on the flag, but the horns on his head were broken and all the sharp teeth in his mouth were broken.

Red hair turned into bald hair, green face turned into white face.

The body shape is even more hollow, as if it is transparent and has no body, barely forming a body.

"My flag!"

Old Taoist Qingyang jumped in distress.

But he saw that the old monk had already run away in a flash of light.

Old Taoist Qingyang was heartbroken.

"disease!"

He pointed behind his head and saw that the sword-shaped hairpin on the turban on the back of his head suddenly turned into a streak of light and flew out.

In the air, the hairpin grew several times larger, turning into a bone sword as long as an arm.

The sword light came first and struck hard at the monk's escape light.

"Oh……"

The monk cried out in pain, but one of his arms fell off. The five fingers on his hand moved wildly in pain, and he still held the bone hammer tightly.

However, the monk threw his arm and did not look back. Instead, he used the wound on his broken arm as a guide to gather the flowing blood into a ball, and said something silently.

All the blood disappeared in an instant, and even the arm that fell to the ground behind him turned into withered bones.

His figure was suddenly covered with a layer of blood, and he accelerated again, extremely fast, and disappeared into the mountains in just a few clicks.

Old Taoist Qingyang couldn't catch up, and was unwilling to do so.

However, he knew that the opponent used his residual limbs to use magical skills such as blood escape, which greatly increased his speed. He would not be able to catch up unless he also used similar escape techniques.

Qingyang Lao Dao has all four limbs, so it is certainly impossible for him to harm himself.

"Come on! At least half of the magic weapon will be harvested..."

Old Taoist Qingyang waved his hand, and the sword-shaped hairpin flew back and landed on the back of his head again.

He stepped forward and removed the bone hammer from the monk's arm that had turned into bones.

With just a slight touch, the monk's skeletal arm turned into ashes.

Old Taoist Qingyang looked ugly as he weighed the bone hammer. This business was a loss.

The biggest support in his hand, the magic weapon Hundred Ghost Banner, was half-used and had to absorb fresh souls on the battlefield to recover. It seemed that he had to encourage Chuang Potian to continue to attack the city.

As for whether Chuang Po Tian would collapse halfway and the real dragon turn into a dead dragon, he didn't care.

As long as Master Dao's magic weapon can be nourished, he won't care how many people die, including Chuang Potian, who is just a stronger ant.

Those people were going to die anyway, and the best he could do was add fuel to the flames and make their deaths denser and more brutal.

Only if the protective magical weapon is powerful, he can go longer on the path of cultivation.

So he gave Chuang Potian a protective amulet, but it was also a broken and semi-waste product. Otherwise, Chuang Potian would not even be able to break his skin if he was assassinated.

But it's okay, once Chuang Potian was injured, he knew that Master Dao was healed, and he would listen to Master Dao's manipulations more and more.

Thinking of this, Old Taoist Qingyang felt better again.

Looking at the bone hammer he grabbed in his hand, he frowned. If the bone hammer doesn't cooperate with the bone fish, its effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and it can't be considered a powerful magical weapon.

Then he looked down at the shattered Grandmaster Bone Fish on the ground. The originally smooth ivory-yellow bones had turned pale white, and turned into powder with a gentle step.

That monk was so cruel. In order to severely damage his Hyakki Banner just now, he completely used up this magic weapon, without even the possibility of recycling the materials.

Now he only has a bone hammer in his hand, but where can he find a master to kill and refine the bone fish?

Among the refugee army, only the Chuang Po Tian Kung Fu is the best, and he is about to break through the Iron Zang Great Martial Master.

what……

Taoist Priest Qingyang rolled his eyes. Perhaps, he could make some low-quality elixirs that would shorten his lifespan and give them to Chuang Potian.

A strange smile appeared on his lips, and he had a plan in mind.

He raised his head and looked into the distance, but there was no sign of the monk with a broken arm.

The opponent was hit by his flying sword, and also used the Blood Escape Technique, a magical skill that squeezes the essence and blood. His speed increased dramatically and he had already disappeared without a trace.

The best outcome for this monk is that his vitality is severely damaged, and it will take several years for him to recover.

If you are unlucky and your cultivation level regresses, it is possible that your Taoist foundation will collapse.

Thinking of the enemy's plight, Old Taoist Qingyang was in a good mood.

He waved his long flag, and countless black energy flowed out, hastily erasing the traces of the battle between the two, and turned around to leave.

But this time he was reluctant to burn the talisman and walked instead. It seemed that his cultivation qualifications were not very rich.

At the top of the valley.

Behind a boulder.

Lu Ye stared at the departing figure of the old Taoist, his brows furrowed.

(End of this chapter)