Countryside Magic Doctor

Where is there a little fairy spirit?

Is a dirty Taoist.

He Feng wants to remind piaomizi that you don't like to be clean. You wear a white Taoist robe all day. What do you think?

It's hard for you to wear black?

Can't the yellow one?

In ancient times, black was expensive. Don't you know how to respect yourself?

You have to change your clothes if you kick all day. What a waste!

Misty son was kicked by He Feng. Although he Feng's envoy's strength is not big, what should he pay attention to these days?

Leadership needs should be met as much as possible.

Today's misty son's body tilted slightly, and then fell from Wangcai's back in a series of screams. He Feng looked down and looked at misty son's disappearing figure.

Look down from the sky.

He Feng was surprised and happy to see an old man in white fall from the sky and hit the fountain below. He Feng was worried that the old man had bad luck and died!

The happy thing is that if it really falls in, it will just complete the purpose of calling him and explore the way for yourself!

"Darling, this can't blame us!" He Feng rubbed his hands and smiled at the misty son who was about to land.

The cloud bamboo on one side frowned, and then said to He Feng, "the master is wrong. It's easy to jump from the sky with the cultivation of misty son. How can it fall quickly? Is there any danger under it?"

He Feng laughed and said, "if it's not dangerous, what do I want the old man to do? Ask him to travel abroad for free? I'm here to let him explore the way for me."

After saying that, he Feng looked down and saw that the misty son fell in a straight line and hit the angel statue that was about to recover in a twinkling of an eye.

The statue broke into four pieces and scattered around the fountain. Misty looked up at the sky with some resentment. Above the whole sky was a giant dragon hovering there.

The dragon is big!

There is a feeling that I don't know it for thousands of miles.

It's like Kun or Peng in the free tour.

As Yunzhu said, he really has the strength to jump from the air, but just as the so-called saying goes, if the leaders want to teach you a lesson, you should accept it well.

Anyway, for piaomiko, getting a few feet or being beaten up doesn't hurt at all. On the contrary, it's just tickling for him.

Anyway, he has thick skin and can't feel any pain.

At most, it's just to lose face, but for those who have lived for hundreds of years, the thickness of their face is really immeasurable, at least hundreds of light-years away.

Therefore, the falling misty son didn't intend to jump back again, or choose to land steadily, but fell from the sky and fell to the ground in an awkward appearance.

The so-called is to please He Feng.

Although some people are disrespectful for their old age, and some are shameful, misty son doesn't care about this. If his strength is not as good as others, he has to pretend to be a grandson. He knows this truth. A man of hundreds of years old is not a man of ten or twenty years old.

Misty Zi is a pragmatic person. He doesn't care about that kind of empty thing at all!

Struggling to get up from the ground, there were scattered gravel on the ground. Misty son was a little angry. He patted the dust on his body and muttered to himself: "fortunately, the old man, I adjusted my direction and couldn't fall into the pool. Otherwise, wouldn't he become a chicken in soup?"

But at this time!

When misty son patted the dust on his body, he suddenly changed his face when he watched the play in the sky!

Immediately, the whole body's hair stood up, a series of cold wind hit the back, and the muscles of the whole body were tight and ready to work.

"Not good!" looking at the blood moon in the sky, misty son whispered, and then jumped out of this area, but next, something terrible happened to him.

All over the body, without a trace of true Qi, he seems to have really become an old man.

Just that jump, did not jump out of dozens of meters as I imagined, and then left the area, but clumsily slammed and fell down again less than three centimeters from the ground.

"No? Doesn't that mean?" the misty son's face changed greatly. For the cultivator, everything is empty. Only strength is real. Just now, his true Qi and strength were all gone.

It was a huge blow to him!

Just like a billionaire, he usually lives a luxurious life, but suddenly, he has become a poor man. Who can accept this blow?

In the blink of an eye, as if he was a hundred years old, misty son's whole body was like withered bark. His muscles shrank rapidly and his hair was full of gorgeous hair. Although it had long become white, it was also withered rapidly.

Like weeds, messy!

The spine is also bent. I don't have the slightest bit of strength all over. I feel that I have to consume the last bit of strength. I'm always worried that I can't get out when I go in!

An old man, the most feared thing happened!

The approach of death!

"Old man doesn't accept!" misty son opened his muddy eyes and murmured in his mouth.

Those who practice truth compete with heaven and earth for profit. They compete for the slightest bit of yangshou in order to obtain superhuman power from heaven and earth, and now!

Back to the past, back to the life of ordinary people like mole ants, experienced birth, old age, illness and death, finally withered in this time, and finally turned into a handful of dust!

Dissipated between heaven and earth, dust to dust to earth!

Leave no trace.

For ordinary people, this is a painful process that they are bound to experience, but for practitioners, this is the biggest blow. Practitioners are essentially the existence of immortals!

They are like saints, standing on the shoulders of giants and overlooking the earth. The ordinary humans working on the ground are like a withered grass mustard and an ordinary mole ant, which can be slaughtered by them.

A grain of dust can fill the sea, and a blade of grass can cut the sun, moon and stars!

They are the existence of God and live with heaven!

But now, like ordinary mole ants, like weeds on the roadside, they have to go through the stage of withering. For a cultivator, this is something they can't imagine.

Just like a misty son, my body has withered, leaving only a trace of yuan God, but I can still use the corpse to revive the soul and live in this world.

Even if he can't revive his soul with his corpse, that trace of yuan God can still live for thousands of years between heaven and earth and under the protection of Wangcai!

But now, everything about him is gone, and he is proud of his strength in the past.