Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 386 Hot Potatoes

Listening to the dripping blood, it seemed like the word "kill" was filled with endless blood.

Fang Xin seemed to see a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. This was not his imagination, this was the real face of this old guy.

After all, really say it.

This old guy is the real demon of the older generation, and he comes from an even older era.

If we really want to talk about the shocking killings, it is not necessarily weaker than Fang Xin, or even worse.

After all, Fang Xin's methods were relatively mild, and he just did some small, subtle things.

However, after hearing this, Fang Xin couldn't help but feel slightly shocked:
"Who are you going to kill? Could it be the three old guys in Sanshan Palace?"

After hearing Fang Xin's words, Mu Taoren smiled slightly, and then revealed a mysterious smile:

"Of course it's not those three old guys."

"What's more, even if they want to be killed, it won't be our turn. We only need to deal with the other two outside the door."

Seeing Mu Taoist's mysterious look, Fang Xin's heart moved slightly:
"What you mean, old man, is..."

Seeing how he understood this right now, Mu Daoren smiled and pointed at him, then shook his head and said:
"Just as you guessed."

"Today's Sanshan Palace, although its name has not changed, there is only one person in charge."

"After all, if we really talk about it, the other two old guys were also supported by the old man."

"It's logical to take it back now, and it can just be used to cultivate those two forbidden objects..."

Listening to the meaning of Mu Taoist's words, Fang Xin became somewhat clear:
"So it is, so it is."

In the entire Sanshan Palace, there are apparently three palace masters, but the only one who really has the word is Old Man Hata.

More importantly.

The other two old guys seemed to have been quietly fed that hairpin and that comb by the old man.

But really speaking, there is nothing wrong with this. After all, just one thing can make him a threat to himself who became the ancient ancestor.

Now, two treasures are in hand.

The old man Naban must have his own plan.

Seeing that Fang Xin understood what he said, Mu Taoren nodded slightly, and then continued:
"This so-called righteous sect and the giants of the evil sect all think that they are extremely powerful."

"Actually, most of them are just stupid young people who don't know anything."

When he said this, Taoist Mu paused slightly, and then continued:
"However, even though the Bone Demon God and the old crow seemed to have touched something vaguely."

"But in the end, my understanding is too superficial. In the end, I just made a wedding dress for others..."

At the end of the sentence, Mu Daoren couldn't help but reveal a deep smile.

Just kidding, do you really think that he has been living in the wilderness for so many years and has done nothing?
To put it bluntly.

He knows everything about the so-called righteous sects and evil sects faster than their so-called ancestors.

Really say it.

He is the real sit-down tiger.

Why have the Bone Demon God and the Old Crow gradually kept a low profile in recent years, and are in retreat together as if they have an agreement?
It's not like he tampered with it.

After understanding the meaning, Fang Xin couldn't help but feel relaxed:
"Since that's the case, it's easy."

"It only requires the two of us to take a trip. It's not a big deal."

When he said this, he wanted to get up and leave.

After all, he is the ancient ancestor.

With a wave of his hand, he could suppress two old guys who were only in the realm of real people.

They will definitely not be able to take a chance.

However, looking at Fang Xin's actions, Mu Taoren stopped him:

"Don't be too hasty."

"The water inside is quite deep. Be careful not to drown yourself accidentally."

After hearing what Mu Taoist said, Fang Xin, who just made a tentative move, sat down on his chair:
"Speak the whole thing, old man, don't just say half of it and then stop."

"The water in the wasteland here is too deep. If your little arms and legs are not careful, your old man will really drown you."

When it came to the end, Fang Xin couldn't help but show a helpless expression.

Really say it.

Although he has now become an ancient ancestor, when it comes to the various secrets he understands, he is probably not as much as one-tenth of Mu Taoist.

After all, he has been developing from the outside.

Seeing that Fang Xin was prepared and was just being polite to him, Mu Taoren first pointed at him, and then said helplessly:
"You...you...I knew you weren't so willing to do it. You just do it when you say it."

After finishing speaking, Mu Taoist took off the wooden hairpin from his bun, and then said:
"Take this with you when you go."

"This is a treasure that flowed out of that ancient cave. It is something truly tainted with an unspeakable aura."

"When I was young, it was precisely because of its help that I was able to accomplish that miraculous deed."

"But success is Xiao He, and defeat is Xiao He. In the end, I also ended up like this."

At the end of the sentence, Mu Daoren couldn't help but show a hint of frustration.

Seeing that Mu Tao Ren was about to fall into memories, Fang Xin carefully took the hairpin, then sighed and continued:
"You old man, don't just reminisce about this and that. After all, I still have to go and do things for you."

"If this disciple is suddenly distracted because of your memories, then I guess you, the old man, will not be happy either."

"Let's just talk about it and be done with it. When did you, old man, become sentimental?"

Anyway, now he has become an ancient ancestor, plus Mu Taoren Patriarch is such a local snake.

If two people work together, it's not just chopping melons and vegetables.

Listening to Fang Xin's words, Mu Taoren nodded, and then said:
"In that case, I will make it clear."

"The hairpin in your hand contains indescribable power, and can even touch a trace of spiritual power."

"It is precisely because of this that we old guys can be proud of themselves for a while."

"In fact, there are more than just these things in the entire borderland, but most of them are hidden by those guys."

When he said this, he paused and looked into the distance faintly, as if he was confronting those hidden old monsters:

"However, when we just held them and ran rampant for decades, we have already achieved achievements that countless practitioners cannot achieve in their lifetimes."

"Most people who are able to pull back from the brink, cut off their own cultivation, can still return to this desolate land and linger on."

"And the remaining people who have been blinded by power have long ago not known that they are not themselves." "Otherwise, you really think that we are all saints, and we like to kill them at every turn. Do you want to re-cultivation?"

At the end of the sentence, Mu Taoren couldn't help but ask a helpless question.

Only when we got here did Fang Xin understand.

It turns out that there are still these things in the East China Sea. It turns out that such items are still so terrifying.

Originally, he had tried his best to overestimate those things, but he didn't expect that he still underestimated them after all.

I touched a hint of spirituality.

Even he can't handle this thing.

It’s no wonder that Patriarch Mu Taoren once caused endless storms in Zhongzhou.

Of course.

After hearing what Master Mu Taoren said, Fang Xin's hand holding the hairpin couldn't help but tremble.

This is indeed a little scary.

Seeing Fang Xin's fearful look, Mu Taoren couldn't help but shake his head, and then continued:
"Don't be afraid, this thing has already been connected with my mind, and it can't hurt you at all."

"The old guy in Sanshan Palace thought that he had been laying it out for many years and thought he could escape the barriers. He even treated everyone as pawns."

"But he forgot that when the magical power is truly powerful to a certain extent, it can be matched for many days."

"Just watch. Once things really develop, he won't be given a chance to react."

"It is precisely because of this that I am eagerly planning to get you to take action and carefully capture the two chess pieces."

"Only in this way can I pass this hurdle, and only in this way can we seek the next benefits."

When he said this, rays of light flashed through Taoist Mu's eyes.

It looks like a victorious general in the war, encountering something he is good at:
"I wonder if you can take this next step a step further and achieve a big leap in your path of spiritual cultivation!"

At the end of the sentence, Mu Taoren spoke with great force, and it seemed that he was completely confident.

By this time, he no longer looked like he was hunched over.

Instead, he looks like a high-spirited young man who is only twenty years old and has a majestic appearance.

Seeing Mu Taoist's appearance, Fang Xin's eyes first showed a ray of light, and then nodded clearly:
"Disciple understands. Don't worry, I will handle this matter beautifully for you."

"After all, I still need you, a well-informed old man, to point out the way forward for this disciple."

"It's hard to say that Taoist Master Dilong can also get a lot of benefits from it..."

When they said this, the two people looked at each other and then laughed:

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Got the wooden man's hairpin.

When I left this time, although it still took some effort, I finally got rid of it safely.

Step out from the void.

Fang Xin held the hairpin carefully while looking into the distant mountain rock stream:
"I didn't expect that the Bone Demon God would hide his true body in such a place after so many years."

"Dive into the abyss, scales and claws fly."

"Does he really think that he also got some great opportunity?"

When he said this, just watch him look at the hairpin he held in his left hand.

Take a closer look.

I could only see the hairpin in his hand shining with a burning light.

Vaguely, there seemed to be a long, invisible line that spread into the endless abyss of the stone stream.

Seeing this scene, Fang Xin couldn't help but chuckle:
"This can be considered a ripe fruit, worthy of picking with my own hands."

"Only ancient ancestors can pick fruits."

"It seems like no one is qualified to escape from this muddy water."

As soon as he finished speaking, he chuckled and stretched out his hand to grab into the mountain stream in the distance.

boom! !

The roar suddenly sounded.

Immediately afterwards, all that could be seen was the countless green smoke, and some bones placed in the huge abyss in all directions.

Suddenly, Fang Xin grabbed him with one hand, a white-bone giant that was a hundred feet tall.

However, although the white bones are a hundred feet tall, even at this moment, they are already a full five hundred feet tall.

But in Fang Xin's hands, it was still like an ordinary house cat, being held in his hands:

"I can't let you die like this. After all, if you die, I can't explain it to the old man..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the bone giant directly into the void.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person walked leisurely towards the distance.

Step onto a volcano.

Fang Xin just shook the hairpin in his hand, and then grabbed it out with a slap:

"Come!!"

The next moment, he saw a fiery red crow nearly eight hundred feet tall and was caught in his hands.

Seeing the two old monsters who once needed to be looked up to being suppressed in his own hands, Fang Xin couldn't help but reveal a cheerful smile:

"I won't be able to handle those old guys at Sanshan Palace for a while, but I'll have no problem handling you guys."

After he finished speaking, he gently pinched the hairpin in his hand, and then flicked it at the two old ghosts:
brush!
A black light was suddenly projected from his hand.

Followed by.

Only the two old monsters were seen, and in the blink of an eye they were nailed through the altar and nailed to the ground.

What's even more frightening is that at this moment, the two old monsters were targeted through the spiritual platform. Not only did they not die, but they seemed to have received some benefits.

In just an instant, their breath began to soar rapidly:

boom! ! !
One calamity, two calamities, three calamities... Even when the two of them stopped breathing, they had already become the True King of Four Calamities.

For a time, even Fang Xin, who was well-informed, could not help but be frightened by the speed of their promotion:
"This...is really a hot potato."

"..."

(End of this chapter)