Fairy, please pay me back.

Chapter 79 There is no immortality in the Tao
With the moon downstairs.

Yi Jiuyang asked for advice on two moves, and the air around him suddenly became stagnant.

The coercion of the Nascent Soul stage surged up layer by layer, and Yi Jiuyang slowly rose into the sky, stretching his hands flat.Place it up and down on the Dantian, and a bright flame will light up between your palms.

The fire ball started out as orange-red, then became brighter and brighter, and finally burst into blue flames.

Shen Mubai waved his folding fan and leapt into the air with a single step, confronting Yi Jiuyang in mid-air, his aura hidden and silent.

Yi Jiuyang shouted loudly, his beard and hair stood up, and he pushed Shen Mubai with both palms!
Up and down Banyue Tower, there was a scorching air current everywhere. Everyone covered their eyes and did not dare to look directly at the bright fire ball.

Shen Mu unfolded his folding fan, and a huge river of waves surged out of the fan, colliding with the fireball fired by Yi Jiuyang!
The collision of water and fire immediately erupted with manic spiritual currents in all directions. Even though the two of them were several feet above the ground, the Moon Tower was shaken to the point of rumbling, and even the plaque on the door fell off.

After blocking Yi Jiuyang's fireball, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of Shen Mubai's mouth again, but he still did not forget to show off:

"But so!"

Yi Jiuyang sneered. In his consciousness, Shen Mubai's hidden momentum had plummeted, and he must have been seriously injured.

With his feet in the air, Yi Jiuyang was like an arrow from a string, and he immediately approached Shen Mubai. His palms flew and shot out pillars of fire towards him.

Shen Mubai flew back and threw the folding fan out.

The folding fan fell out of Shen Mubai's hand and instantly became more than nine feet wide, taking in all the fire pillars shot by Yi Jiuyang.

Yi Jiuyang raised the corner of his mouth and sneered:
"I want to see how long your baby can last?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a flame mark suddenly appeared between Yi Jiuyang's eyebrows, and he opened his mouth to spit out a thick fire dragon.

The fire dragon roared at Shen Mubai and plunged into the fan.

The nine-foot-wide fan instantly turned red, and then flames ignited, and the cup of tea was burned into a pile of charcoal ash by the raging fire.

Yi Jiuyang smiled coldly, stepped forward again, and slapped Shen Mubai with his palm.

Shen Mubai seemed unwilling to fight Yi Jiuyang head-on. A cloud of white cloud appeared under his feet and floated in the air. He flipped up his sleeves and threw out a folding fan again, blocking Yi Jiuyang's determined palm.

Yi Jiuyang smashed the folding fan to pieces with one palm, but saw Shen Mubai flick his sleeves, wink at him, and then release a dozen folding fans at once, forming a line in front of him.

I don’t know how many folding fans this guy has!

Yi Jiuyang was startled, his eyes were bloodshot. His spiritual perception was very clear. Shen Mubai's folding fan was a golden elixir-level spiritual weapon. Although the quality was not top-notch, it was stuck between earth-grade and heaven-grade. Shen Mubai released so many of them as cannon fodder at one time, and he didn't look distressed at all, which is really jealous!

The two chased and escaped, Yi Jiuyang smashed more than a dozen folding fans in one breath, and Shen Mubai actually released more than 30 more!
Looking at the dense folding fans in front of Shen Mubai, Yi Jiuyang felt distressed. If he captured this guy, wouldn't his Jingyang sect be full of spiritual treasures in the future? There would be no need to look at the face of the weapon refining sect. !
Thinking of this, Yi Jiuyang actually wanted to win over him and said to Shen Mubai:

"Mr. Shen, don't put up the fan anymore. How about I give you a chance to abandon the darkness and turn to the light? How about ensuring that you will be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of your life?"

Shen Mubai smiled hoarsely and asked:
"Elder Yi, do you think I am short of fame or money?"

Yi Jiuyang was startled and said awkwardly:
"you……"

As soon as he said a word, Yi Jiuyang suddenly lost his momentum and his face turned purple. Then he opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of black blood, sat down from the air, and made a big hole in the brick-paved ground.

Covering his chest with his left hand and pointing tremblingly at Shen Mubai with his right hand, Yi Jiuyang cursed with trembling teeth:

"You...you are despicable! You are shameless! You actually used poison!"

Shen Mubai shook his folding fan and smiled at Yi Jiuyang sitting in the pit:
"Being able to get this Huaying Powder is all thanks to my ability, Shen. If your Nascent Soul fights against my Golden Pill, you lose. Why bother making excuses in such a shameful way?"

As soon as Yi Jiuyang heard the name of "Hua Ying Powder", he spurted out another mouthful of old blood. He quickly closed his eyes and sat cross-legged to adjust his breathing, without saying a word.

Upon seeing this, Wan Decai let go of Li Ziran, raised his finger and pointed at Shen Mubai, wanting to curse, but he hesitated.

This "Hua Ying Powder" is a strange poison, specially designed to kill the great monk Nascent Soul. Now that Yi Jiuyang has been poisoned, it is not advisable to use the real essence for a few hours. Wan Decai is really afraid that Shen Mubai will slap him to death with a fan.

Shen Mubai ignored the two of them, but floated down next to Jiang Youyue, patted her on the shoulder and said:
"Junior sister, Mr. Li, let's go back to Jiang's house right now."

When Wan Decai heard this, he quickly grabbed Li Ziran's sleeve:
"Taoist Priest, the people of the Jiang family are despicable and shameless, so we have to guard against them!"

Li Ziran flicked his sleeves expressionlessly and threw Wan Decai several feet away. He then smiled at Jiang Youyue and said:

"Miss Jiang, I'm too injured, can you help me?"

Jiang Youyue glanced at Wan Decai who was lying a few feet away, gave Li Ziran a hard look, then stretched out two jade fingers, twisted up a corner of his sleeves, and said angrily:

"Let's go!"

When Liu Zisheng saw this scene, he hurriedly approached Jiang Youyue and said:

"Junior sister Jiang, I have been ordered by my master to accompany Daoist Li at all times."

Just as Jiang Youyue nodded, she saw an old soldier in the Qi refining stage running from a distance, shouting as he ran:
"City Lord, City Lord, something bad has happened! That guest of the Jiang family...that guest of the Jiang family...he turned out to be a demon cultivator!!! Commander Yao is gone!"

Wan De just got up from the ground, his face turned pale when he heard this, and he sat down on the ground with a plop.

……

A quarter of an hour ago, Commander Yao looked at Shura's head on Jian Fusheng's chest, and his expression changed drastically!

There have been demon cultivators in the Linglong World since ancient times, worshiping all kinds of evil spirits and demons from other worlds, eating human flesh and blood, refining human souls, causing trouble in the world, and harming the common people.

However, nowadays the righteous sects are booming, and the emperor of Ba Kingdom is also a wise ruler. He often unites with the major sects to encircle and suppress the demon sects. The monks of the demon sect are defeated in battles and escape into the deep mountains and old forests. In the uninhabited land, in Ba Kingdom The territory is nearly extinct.

However, the Shura head growing out of Jian Fusheng's chest has exactly the same characteristics as the Demon Sect monk who feeds demons with his body!
Suddenly grabbing Qiu Ju's neck, Commander Yao shouted:

"You... don't come here! Demon sect monks, the world's righteous people must be punished together. You show up as a demon-feeder today. There is no place for you in the Southern Wilderness and Central Plains!"

Jian Fusheng closed his eyes and said nothing, but the Shura head on his chest grinned, revealing a row of dark yellow fangs, and then stretched out a bloody three-foot-long tongue, aiming at Yao Commander!
Commander Yao's expression froze, and the right hand that was holding Qiu Ju's neck withered instantly. Countless thin blood arrows drilled out of the pores on his hand and went straight to Shura's bloody mouth!

Before he could scream, all the blood in Commander Yao's body shot out from his pores and was sucked into a mummy riddled with holes!

When the soldiers under the eaves saw this scene, they all turned pale and ran away. For a while, there were screams and exclamations:
"Run! Run! The demon cultivator is here!"

"Hurry and report to the city lord! The Jiang family's disciples are lurking demon cultivators!"

"It's killing people, the demon cultivators are killing people!"

"Commander Yao was sucked into a mummy by the demon cultivator!"

On the eaves, Shura sucked up Commander Yao's blood and licked his lips, with a look of unfinished expression on his face.

It gave a sinister laugh, and Jian Fusheng's body suddenly exploded into countless flying-winged blood worms. In an instant, he caught up with a lone old soldier and recovered his figure.

With a roll of his long tongue, Shura sucked the old soldier into a mummy, then turned into a blood worm again, and caught up with another old soldier, doing the same thing.

In the space of a cup of tea, Shura Tou sucked up the blood of the six old soldiers, and then turned into a swarm of blood worms, which appeared on the eaves in an instant, condensing into form beside Yu Qiu Ju.

Qiu Ju looked at the animal head on Jian Fusheng's chest, her teeth chattering and her whole body shivering.

Shura Tou suddenly smiled, stretched out his long tongue and licked Qiu Ju's cheek, licking her face with blood!

Jian Fusheng suddenly opened his eyes and said in a cold voice:

"You've got your wish, why don't you go back!"

Shura chuckled and made a hoarse voice:

"Hafnium, hafnium, hafnium, hafnium, hafnium, I haven't had enough fun yet!" At this moment, a golden vertical eye suddenly appeared on Jian Fusheng's forehead, and then an evil and gloomy voice came from his dantian:
"Bloodtongue, why don't you back down? This person's body and soul belong to me!"

As the words rang out, the muscles in Jian Fusheng's chest suddenly squirmed and sucked Shura's head in.

Shura's head roared hoarsely and said unwillingly:
"Why? Ziwei, you old bastard, don't forget your ancestors!"

When Shura was completely submerged in his chest, the vertical eyes on Jian Fusheng's forehead slowly sank.

With a long sigh, Jian Fusheng frowned and was filled with doubts.

"Sir, are you...are you okay?"

Qiu Ju asked timidly, dragging Jian Fusheng back to reality.

Nodding slightly, Jian Fusheng bent down and took Qiu Ju into his arms.

At this moment, the rustling wind sounded above the head, and Shen Mubai floated over.

Looking down at Jian Fusheng, Shen Mubai sighed and said:
"Send the maid back to the house and wait for me in the back mountain!"

Jian Fusheng nodded and saw Jiang Youyue and others appearing on Pinghu Street.

……

Tonight the floating clouds cover the moon, and there is no light on the bluestone of the back mountain.

Jian Fusheng sat on the stone bench, leaning on the stone table with his elbows, and had been waiting for almost two hours.

Counting the days, it was already the tenth day since he came to Linglong Realm, and it had been more than a month since he stepped into the Immortal Sect.

However, looking at the road ahead, Jian Fusheng only saw a dark cloud covering the sky!

Originally, he had to teach Shen Mubai to teach the Dharma, and his progress was rapid. It was the time when he was high-spirited and full of ambition, but when he thought of all the strange things about himself, Jian Fusheng only felt uncertain and his future was bleak.

The soul-sealing gate in Dantian,
The soul-devouring emperor’s divine thoughts,
The cruel and bloody Immortal Devouring Immortal Technique,

The portal to another world within the universe,
Can transform the deformed body of blood worms,

The blood-tongued Shura with green face and fangs...

All these indescribable, strange and weird things gathered in Jian Fusheng's body, completely shattering his beautiful longing for immortality and immortality.

These ominous things seemed to be vaguely related, but when Jian Fusheng thought about it carefully, he almost felt like several incomplete puzzle pieces that had been messed up and mixed together. No matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not piece together a complete picture. .

Standing up and looking at the night sky filled with thousands of miles of clouds, Jian Fusheng let out a long roar and asked the sky:
"Cultivation to immortality, cultivation to immortality! Who can tell me what this immortal has cultivated?"

In an instant, the clouds in the sky suddenly covered the city, and a pale lightning lit up, reflecting the earth as if it were daytime!

The rumble of thunder resounded throughout the fields and turned into a faint, low roar:

"There is no immortality in the Tao!"

Jian Fusheng was startled, lowered his head and meditated for a while, then suddenly looked up at the sky and cursed loudly:

"There is no immortality in the Tao?? If you can't become an immortal, why should I cultivate your mother's Tao!"

wow -- wow --

As soon as Jian Fusheng spoke, heavy rain poured down, turning him into a drowned rat...

"Why is there no immortality in the Tao? Are you really crazy?"

A faint voice of questioning rang out, and Shen Mubai came through the air, a nine-foot folding fan spinning above his head, not a drop of rain touching his body.

Just as Jian Fusheng was about to speak, the rainwater stirred up by the folding fan filled his mouth...

"Bah! Bah! Bah!"

After vomiting three mouthfuls of water, Jian Fusheng turned his back, faced Shen Mubai with his butt, pointed to the sky and said:
"When there was thunder just now, God said so!"

Shen Mubai sneered and said lightly:
"That's nonsense. The sound of thunder just now does have a Dao Yuan, but that Dao Yuan actually means rolling in the mortal world. The correct answer should be 'The Dao is in the mortal world'!"

Jian Fusheng was speechless and thought to himself, God, could it be that he only sees people serving food, talks to people when he sees them, and talks about ghosts when he sees them?
Too lazy to argue with Shen Mubai, Jian Fusheng asked:

"Then what's going on with Shura? Why don't you help me block it?"

Shen Mubai raised his eyebrows, flicked his sleeves, and a folding fan flew out and slapped Jian Fusheng's butt hard!
"Ouch! Why are you whipping me?"

"Turn your butt around!"

Jian Fusheng covered his butt and turned around, and his face was soaked by the rain again.

Those who know the current affairs are heroes. Jian Fusheng ducked through the rain curtain, got under Shen Mubai's feet, bowed his hands to the man and said:
"Please teach me sir."

Shen Mubai snorted coldly and replied:

"It's just fighting fire with fire!"

After a pause, Shen Mubai explained a few more sentences:

"As the saying goes, debts are too heavy to bear. Since the emperor wants to assimilate you, let him find a few more opponents and let them destroy each other... Therefore, if Shura enters the body, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages for you!"

Jian Fusheng pondered for a moment and suddenly said:

"Master Jing said he had a way to save me!"

Shen Mubai was stunned, frowned and thought for a while, and then sneered:
"Don't believe that liar. With her methods, you will be no different than dead!"

When Jian Fusheng heard this, his face was full of despair.

It seems that neither this pretender nor Mr. Jing is reliable...

No, I still have to rely on myself from now on!

If I keep counting on these two unreliable people, I don’t know how I will die...

Shen Mubai used his spiritual mind to peek at Jian Fusheng's body and told him three things.

First, he taught Jian Fusheng a way to defend himself against the accusations made by demon cultivators.

The second is to unlock the seal of the Zen stick and teach Jian Fusheng how to use the Zen stick to suppress Shura.

Finally, he explained tomorrow's arrangements to Jian Fusheng and asked him to act accordingly.

After the matter was explained, Shen Mubai blasted Jian Fusheng down the mountain.

All the way back to Youpeng's house, Jian Fusheng opened the door of the guest room and saw Jiang Youyue, Li Ziran, and Liu Zisheng, all sitting at the pear wood table.

Before Jian Fusheng could say hello urgently, Li Ziran stood up with a gloomy look on his face, spread his hands towards Jian Fusheng and said:

"Give me back my formation spirit!"

(End of this chapter)