Purple-robed Heavenly Master? The start was stalemate and someone dug him out

Chapter 82 Another purple-robed withered bone wakes up

With the dragon turtle's current appearance, it would definitely not be able to hold its own essence and blood.

We can only use the essence and blood of these three people to moisturize the dragon turtle's situation a little, and then make plans.

In short, he insisted on bringing this dragon turtle back to the corpse raising ground so that he could feed it alive. It might be a big killer in the future.

"Anyway, before I come out, nothing happens to this dragon turtle, otherwise the three of you will be buried with him!"

"On the contrary, if it is okay after I come out, you three will be rewarded!" Zhang Yi turned his back to them. After saying this, he stepped lightly and flew into the Taoist temple.

The three of them were left alone in a daze.

"Celestial Master. Can you speak underwater?" The three of them looked shocked.

The three mustaches communicate with each other using the talismans on their foreheads, but Zhang Yi can directly step over these and make sounds underwater.

"The Heavenly Master is at a standstill, and his strength may have reached the level of the Demon."

Hanbao is not afraid of water at all, and even says that water is like air to him.

"What to do now?" The three of them fell into silence as they looked at the dying dragon turtle.

Especially after Zhang Yi entered the dilapidated Taoist temple, the dragon turtle seemed to have gone crazy and began to continuously hit the lightning barrier set up around it.

Even though his head was bruised and bleeding, and the flesh and blood buildings around him were about to fall, he did not stop.

Silk screamed, and bursts of roars filled the entire Hanchi.

"Try it with essence and blood first. There must be a reason for what the Heavenly Master said!" Xu Qingfeng didn't think so much, he didn't want to die yet.

He immediately stepped forward, bit his middle finger, and used a lot of force to squeeze out a drop of blood.

For those of them with advanced cultivation, the blood essence is not like the blood of ordinary people. When it comes out, not only does it not dissipate in the water, but it is wrapped in the liquid and forms a red bead.

The moment the essence and blood beads appeared, the dragon turtle stopped restlessly. As the essence and blood flew into its head, it trembled all over.

Those twilight eyes burst out with a gleam of light.

He took a deep breath, and the buildings around him were shaking.

The three of them looked overjoyed: "It's useful. Change the person and continue to water it with essence and blood. When the Heavenly Master comes out, the three of us will definitely be rewarded!"

The mustache rushed forward, forcing out two drops of blood at once.

"I have something very important to ask the Heavenly Master!"

"Guigui, you can't die, you must not die!"

At the same time, there are countless caves in the Hanchi here, and many people have discovered that the Yin Qi is shining under the Hanchi, and it seems to be protected, and it is starting to come down.

Zhang Yi must seize the time to obtain the sign-in task in the main hall, and then go out to solve the turtle problem later.

This dragon turtle was placed in the corpse raising ground. Zhang Yi had his own way to successfully restore it and even turn it into a corpse turtle!
With the Five Thunder Dharma Cage he had arranged, it was impossible for Dragon Turtle to break through the seal due to its current situation.

Come to the entrance of the main hall.

Zhang Yi took a step forward, and suddenly, there was a ripple in the surrounding water.

at the same time.

Hundreds of sharp blades stabbed toward Zhang Yi's face at a slow speed, but what puzzled Zhang Yi was that there was no murderous intent in these swords.

Just as he stretched out his hand to block it, a flash of light flashed before his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a ray of sunlight shone on his face.

Sunlight?

Zhang Yi was shocked for a moment, wasn't I under the cold pool?

Not to mention the sunshine here, you can't even see your fingers!
Where does the sunshine come from?

When he opened his eyes again, his side was as dark as an abyss, and in front of him was a Taoist temple that looked like spring all year round.

An old Taoist priest holds a three-foot green peak and is teaching a group of disciples how to wield a sword. They are all wearing Taoist robes, their long hair is dancing in the wind, and their postures are light and elegant.

Willow trees, peach blossoms, white rocks and clear water.

A seasoned book boy.

Fantasy! Zhang Yi understood that he had entered the illusion of the northern view, or was influenced by something and fell into the illusion.

But he was not in a hurry to break it, and being able to drag him into the illusion, especially now that he has become a demon, is enough to illustrate how terrifying this thing is.

The corpse turned into a demon in one step, and his soul was extremely powerful. In other words, his soul was a very strange thing.

When you say you are strong, you are very strong; when you say you are weak, you are so weak that others cannot catch it.

"You brat, where's the sword in your hand?"

Suddenly there was an exclamation. Zhang Yi looked forward and saw an old Taoist with a white beard speaking to him angrily.

Zhang Yi looked at his hands. They were still bloody, but a little more tender.

The surrounding scenery changes, just like Longhu Mountain hundreds of years ago.

My father is a purple-robed heavenly master. On the day Zhang Yi was born, auspicious beasts descended from heaven and prostrated. He practiced hard all the time. This is what he looked like when his father taught him swordsmanship.

"Daoxuan, don't be distracted, you have the responsibility of reviving and strengthening the Dao sect on your shoulders!"

That’s what dad said, and Daoxuan listened.

"Take it!" The old Taoist priest in the illusion, whom he had never met before but gave people a sense of intimacy, casually threw a mahogany sword over.

Zhang Yi subconsciously reached out to grab it, but failed.

Illusions are illusions after all. Even if they can impress Zhang Yi's mood at this time, they cannot drag him into it with such physical strength.

The old Taoist priest was a little angry when he saw the sword lying aside.

Picked up a branch from the side: "You are still disobedient, forget it, this sword is the same, just pick it up!"

It was thrown again, and this time Zhang Yi still reached out to grab it, but what shocked him was that he reached out and grabbed it.

Whether it was fantasy or reality, he had an extra sword in his hand.

A flash of shock flashed before his eyes, and he heard the old Taoist priest speak: "Let's start, the sword technique that the poor Taoist teaches you today is called Wuyou Sword Technique, hahaha, it is me, your great Wuyou Master. Homemade!”

After that, he muttered while waving the sword in his hand.

The breeze seemed to really blow through Zhang Yi's temples, and the sun seemed to really shine on his face. The warmth was so strange, it had been a long time coming.

"Heaven and earth are together with me, I am with heaven and earth, Yao Yao Mingming, heaven and earth are born together"

Zhang Yi began to follow and learn, and this move was imprinted in his mind unconsciously.

People were having fun learning the trails around them, and there was a giant turtle eating a pumpkin.

It's still so sunny today.

It all seems to be the way it is, the way it should be.

It wasn't until Zhang Yi felt a burning sensation in his palms that he suddenly realized that it was an illusion!
At this time, the old Taoist turned his head and looked at everyone with a smile: "Everyone, please remember, the weather is turbulent, my Taoist sun is prosperous, my Taoist disciples are born in heaven and earth, they create themselves without self, they should take care of themselves and strengthen themselves, and follow the Tao in their hearts I am not born to be the only one!”

The sound fell and the illusion disappeared.

Zhang Yi's eyes were still filled with endless darkness and the fluctuation of the cold water.

However, he had unknowingly arrived at the entrance of the main hall, where a purple-robed and skeletal figure sat cross-legged at the entrance.

This purple-robed withered bone is none other than the old Taoist in the illusion!

"Boy, is the sword in your hand hot?"

(End of this chapter)