Taoist students

Chapter 595

I saw him beside him, and an old man in white was standing quietly at this moment.

The old man looked at him with a slight smile on his face, holding a Nascent Soul in his hand.Taking a closer look, the Nascent Soul is indeed Elder Lu of Taiyi Dao Palace.

Now, at the position between the eyebrows of Elder Lu Yuanying, a black thread shot out.The silk thread did not know what it was, and it vaguely pointed to Dongfang Mo, and he didn't know anything about it.

When Dongfang Mo noticed the sudden appearance of the old man's face, he gasped for breath.

Although the pupils of this person turned blue, he still instantly recognized that this old man was the old storyteller whom he had seen twice in Niujiao City and Nether Island.

Regarding the reason why this person suddenly appeared by his side, he immediately thought of the storage bag he had hidden in the thousands of cases.

At the beginning, he had learned from Gu Ya that the owner of the storage bag was on his way to find it, but he did not expect that the owner of the storage bag turned out to be the old storyteller.Thinking of this, his heart began to pound.

At this time, he finally knew why Gu Ya wanted to pretend to be dead, this old storyteller must be a strong Immortal Ascension Boundary.

"Hey hey, little Taoist priest, we meet again."

At this moment, the old storyteller grinned, revealing a mouthful of snow-white teeth.

"Gollum!"

Dongfang Mo swallowed, and forced a smile on his face.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, senior, so don't come here without any problems."

"En." Hearing this, the old man nodded in an approachable manner, then looked at the bone tooth that fell on the ground and said:

"That fellow Taoist of the Ming clan, why seeing the little old man is like a mouse seeing a cat, is he afraid that the little old man will eat you up?"

"Huh!"

After his words fell, perhaps because he knew that there was no way to escape, the two green flames in Gu Ya's eyes burned instantly, and then he floated up.

"Blue Demons!" He murmured looking at Lao Shuo.

"Fellow Daoist has sharp eyes, you can recognize the identity of the little old man at a glance, I admire you." The old storyteller laughed.

"Hmph!" Gu Ya snorted coldly, and said no more.

"I'll talk to fellow Taoist again later, and now the little old man will get down to business first." The old storyteller didn't care about Gu Ya's attitude, after saying that, he turned to look at Dongfang Mo and said:

"Xiao Daochang really made the little old man have a hard time looking for it. If he hadn't pulled the line of cause and effect, maybe the little old man would be in vain again."

"Line of cause and effect?" Dongfang Mo was taken aback, and then subconsciously looked at the black silk thread pointing at Elder Lu's brow.

Immediately, he forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and said, "Dare to ask senior why he is looking for a trail."

"I won't talk more nonsense. The little old man is here to find a storage bag. It should be on the head of the trail." When the old storyteller was talking, he glanced at the storage bag on Dongfang Mo's waist.

Dongfang Mo's heart skipped a beat, and the next moment he gritted his teeth and took out a wooden box from his waist.

Elder Lu's Nascent Soul fell into this person's hands, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead. From this, it can be seen that this old storyteller is, in all likelihood, a cruel and merciless person.But now he has no other choice, if he doesn't pay, it will be a dead end, if he pays, there may be a chance of survival.

"Tsk tsk tsk... It really is a thousand chassis. If it weren't for the fact that my clan is still imprisoning an old thing from the Gusu family of the human race, the little old man really wouldn't be able to recognize this thing."

The moment he saw the wooden box, the old storyteller was amazed.

After understanding the meaning of this person's words, Dongfang Mo's expression twitched, and then he turned his wrist calmly and slapped the wooden box.

After a while, the wooden box popped open with a bang, and he reached out and took out a lacquered black storage bag.

"Dare to ask what the seniors are looking for, but this thing?"

After taking out the storage bag, he presented it in front of the old script and asked.

The moment he saw the storage bag in Dongfang Mo's hand, the blue light in Lao Shuoshu's eyes soared, shining brightly on his surroundings.Even if Dongfang Motie had a small success, under this blue light, a little dizziness still appeared in his mind.

"Wave!"

At the same time, the Nascent Soul of Elder Lu was crushed by the old storyteller like a bubble, and turned into pieces of blue light spots, and then all these light spots penetrated into his body under his suction. nostril.

In the next breath, Dongfang Mo felt his hand lighten, and the storage bag disappeared, and when it reappeared, it was already in the old storyteller's hand.

Under the agitation of Lao Shuo's mana, only a few cracks were heard.Dongfang Mo's face suddenly turned pale, and he noticed that the seven or eight layers of restrictions he had placed on the storage bag collapsed instantly.

When the storage bag left only the last layer of restriction that existed before, the old storyteller paused.

His mana passed over that layer of restriction, as if feeling something.

The next moment, he grinned.

"It's it...it's it, hahahahaha...you didn't expect this thing to end up in my Biqiong's hands...hahahaha..."

At the end of the laugh, a hint of madness appeared on the old storyteller's face.

Dongfang Mo frowned while watching this scene, but he didn't dare to move rashly.

After a long while, the old storyteller stopped laughing, and then looked at him with an unpredictable expression on his face.

"Although you and I have met several times, since you know that this thing is in the hands of the little old man, then the little old man really can't keep you. It's really a pity..."

"Shh!"

Before the old storyteller finished speaking, Dongfang Mo appeared on the teleportation array in a flash, and in the next instant, a white light suddenly lit up on the teleportation array.

Seeing this scene, the old storyteller just waved his sleeves lightly.

"call!"

A hurricane hits.

At the critical moment, Dongfang Mo raised his right fist, pumping out all his mana and physical strength, and punched the hurricane.

"boom……"

The moment the two came into contact, a figure was thrown flying violently and hit the cliff not far away, cracking seven or eight cracks in the cliff.

Then there was another muffled "boom", and Dongfang Mo's body fell to the ground.

"Ahem...wow!"

Under a violent cough, he opened his mouth and spurted out a big mouthful of hot blood.

I didn't expect him to attack with all his strength, and he was not the general of the old storyteller.Thinking of this, he smiled wryly in his heart.

During the Qi refining stage, he could kill the monks at the foundation stage, at the foundation stage, he could kill the monks at the alchemy stage, and even at the alchemy stage and others, he could kill the monks at the infant stage.

But the higher the cultivation level, the greater the gap between the strengths. The gap between the Nascent Transformation Boundary and the Immortal Ascension Boundary can be described as a "gap".

Not to mention killing the enemy by leapfrogging, even escaping is probably an extravagant hope.

But even so, it is impossible to catch him without a fight.After supporting the stone wall to stand up, he reached out and took out a broken blade, which he held between his fingers.Opening his mouth to spit out, the natal stone also floated in front of him.

"The strength is above average among monks of the same level, and the physical body is not bad." At this time, the old storyteller withdrew his palm, stood behind his back, looked at Dongfang Mo and nodded appraisingly.

"Old man, bullying a junior is nothing."

At this moment, Gu Ya suddenly made a sound.

After his words fell, not only the old storyteller, but even Dongfang Mo looked at the old bastard in surprise.He never thought that Gu Ya, who is greedy for life and afraid of death, would stand up and speak for him.This is completely different from his previous style.

"Oh? Do you mean it's enough to shoot you." The old storyteller turned and looked at Gu Ya.

"You can try to see if Grandpa Gu is afraid of you." Gu Ya said indifferently.

"Don't think that the little old man can't see that you have no magic power. I really don't know where you have the confidence to shout at the little old man." The old storyteller chuckled.

"You little bastard of the Blue Devils, Grandpa Gu killed even the people in your clan back then, what are you, dare to talk to Grandpa Gu like that." Hearing this, Gu Ya began to curse.

As soon as he heard the word "Zongshang", the old storyteller was smiling, and suddenly sank down, only to see a strange smile appearing on his face.

He raised his palm like lightning, without any fancy grabbing in the air.

"Oh!"

A blue palm condensed by mana instantly grasped the bone tooth in the palm, and then squeezed it hard.

"Kakkaka..."

A crisp sound came from his palm.

"Although I don't have mana, what can you do to me. Wow..." The bones, teeth, copper skin and iron bones were not damaged by this pinch, and they laughed wildly.

"Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you first." The old storyteller's expression turned grim, and then the strength of his palm suddenly increased by more than ten times.

"Crack...knock..."

Just the slightly trembling arc of his palm directly split the surrounding void, and black cracks appeared.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and then, a thick dark cloud gathered above everyone's heads.

Strips of yellow lightning swam in it, making a crackling sound, as if some doom was about to come.

For just a moment, the old storyteller's hand paused, and he looked at Gu Ya with a gloomy expression.

"It turns out that the purpose is to let the little old man use the power of the Immortal Ascension Boundary, so as to attract the squeezing force of the star field enchantment, and kill the little old man. It's a friendly calculation."

With the pause of his movements, the terrifying coercion in the sky gradually dissipated.

However, the dark clouds were still condensed and did not disperse, as if something was brewing.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo's pupils shrank.He thought that the old bastard Gu Ya was helping him, but it turned out that it was a premeditated plan to anger the old storyteller, and it was as sinister as ever.

At this time, while his mind was turning, a look of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Huh!"

He saw a bloody flame suddenly burning on his body, and with a sound of "咻", his body was wrapped in the bloody flame, and he flew away into the distance.

He actually cast the Blood Escape Technique without hesitation.

"Can you run away?"

The old storyteller didn't even look back, he stretched out his free left hand and shot Dongfang Mo across the air.

"hiss!"

A strong suction came, and the next moment, the bloody light that was hundreds of meters away was sucked by him, and then he pinched Dongfang Mo's neck with a bang, and his body Lifted in mid-air.

Then, the old storyteller's arm shook.

"puff!"

With a soft sound, the blood-colored flame burning on Dongfang Mo's body was extinguished directly, revealing his blood-colored face and body with tiny blood beads constantly bubbling from his pores.

At this time, Dongfang Mo was like a bloody man.

"Hey, the power of blood! It seems that you still have some status."

When Dongfang Mo's hot blood flowed from the old storyteller's palm, he heard his slightly surprised voice.

Then the old storyteller didn't care about Dongfang Mo's eyes that were about to burst into flames, and he slapped his heavenly spirit with a slap.

Then Dongfang Mo felt a strong pulling force erupting from the palm of the old storyteller, as if it wanted to pull out his brains.

"Soul search!"

In just this moment, he realized what the old storyteller was doing to him.

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