Crazy Taoism Cultivation Game

(Anti-theft for half an hour)

The piece of paper flew towards me, and Ye Ming's five fingers turned into claws and rushed forward to meet it!

With more than ten points of full strength, the five fingers were as sharp as blades. The moment the tip of the fingertips touched the paper, it directly tore the white paper into two halves.

But there were too many pieces of paper, falling around Ye Ming like flying flowers and fallen leaves.

Peng!!

The pieces of paper that fell around Ye Ming suddenly turned into entities, and hundreds of hand knives were drawn towards Ye Ming like a thousand-handed Guanyin!

"Blood Mist Explosion!!"

Peng!!

Almost when the Thousand-Hand Guanyin was about to touch Ye Ming, a huge and extremely dense billowing mist of blood suddenly erupted from Ye Ming's body!

The blood mist rolled outwards, and in just a moment, it absorbed all the white paper it touched and turned it into pools of blood!

Ye Ming, who was surrounded by nearly a hundred hand knives just now, melted all the hand knives in the next moment, and with billowing blood mist, he pounced on the old man like a falcon hunting prey.

The old man's eyes widened and he looked stunned. Ye Ming punched him in the head.

"Impossible! This is a strange realm?!"

The old man jumped rapidly, and a huge shadow came over him. He quickly drew paper, but in the next moment, five fingers scratched his paper body. Immediately, a piece of blood spattered from the white paper he was on, and then the blood mist engulfed the white paper.

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The blood mist fills the entire white paper space and corrodes everything!

The old man's years of accumulation in the white paper space were transformed into blood when swallowed by the blood mist. The entire white paper completely turned into blood, and the blood spilled down from the bloody paper like a waterfall!

The old man's face changed drastically and he was shocked.

I know that if I keep hiding like this, I'm afraid I will be melted by the blood mist in my own space!

He immediately rushed out of the white paper and turned it into reality, only to be met with Ye Ming's claw.

The five fingers were like sharp sword blades, leaving five deep claw marks directly on the old man's face. The wounds showed a little white, and the bones were actually deep enough.

The burning pain hit, and the old man was angry and frightened!

This junior has no moral ethics and comes to cheat and sneak attack on me, an eighty-year-old man!

However, when the blood mist rolled in and covered Ye Ming as he moved, the old man's expression suddenly changed and he retreated violently.

But Ye Ming was like a hunting dog that smelled the scent, chasing after him!

After breaking through the window of the nearby house and rushing into the room, the old man suddenly grabbed an ordinary person who was eating and looked stunned, and turned around and yelled.

"Don't come over, I'll kill you if you come over again..."

Bang!!

Before the old man finished speaking, his fists were enlarged rapidly, and a huge shadow directly covered his face. Then there was close contact between the two, and the facial bones seemed to make a shattering sound, and the man was pushed back by the huge force.

At the same time, nosebleeds poured out and spread all over the floor.

This punch...

pain!

It hurts so much!

The pain penetrates the heavenly spirit!

It actually made the old man's consciousness appear in Mohu again.

Warriors will indeed become stronger as they grow older and practice more time.

But most people are limited by their potential.

As you age, your strength will reach its peak in your prime, and then begin to decline.

But as long as you keep practicing, the decline will not be obvious, and you will have the strength to burst out at its peak again.

It's just that... this state of returning to the peak will not last long, and a protracted war cannot be fought at all.

Boxing is afraid of young people. This saying is also universal among the sly warriors. At most, the sly warriors can maintain their peak period for a longer period of time.

After all, as your strength grows, your physical strength will only get higher and higher. Only those warriors whose potential has been exhausted, whose physical strength has stagnated for a long time, or even regressed, will be afraid of losing their strength.

The old man is one of them.

In his prime, he advanced to the Evil Body Realm and reached the peak of his strength. After that, his potential was exhausted, his qualifications were limited, and he could no longer make any progress.

Even if you practice diligently every day, as time goes by, you will be stuck at the initial stage of the Evil Body Realm for life, and as you age, you will become increasingly weak.

Otherwise, with his temperament in his prime, he would not be able to appreciate such evil cultivation methods.

People cannot refuse to accept old age!

As long as you fail to break through the limit for a day, you will be subject to the reincarnation of heaven and earth and be limited by the common sense of heaven and earth!

Previously, the old man burst out with strength and was able to suppress Ye Ming, but when he was injured, he was obviously not able to withstand blows. This was the reason.

At this moment, I was hit hard again, and I suddenly felt that I could no longer hold on.

We can only retreat temporarily and come back to regain the situation another day.

It's a pity that I have so much blank space.

That space was transformed by my own crafty skills. It was the essence of a lifetime of skill. I put in countless rare crafty materials. At this moment, most of them were absorbed by the blood mist and turned into blood mist nutrients. On the contrary, it enriched the enemy in vain!

This revenge must be avenged!

His eyes turned cold, he kicked his feet, and his figure retreated violently along with Ye Ming's strange power.

As for the previous hostages, they had already let go at the moment of consciousness, and fell to the ground not knowing whether to live or die.

The old man has experienced so many things in his life, and it is natural to see from this action that the little policeman in front of him does not care about the life or death of the hostages! He is very different from the traditional policeman, and cannot be controlled by such small means.

If he really continued to use the hostage as a shield, he doubted that the young catcher would punch through the hostage's chest and then hit him.

It's entirely possible for the little catcher to do this!

Feeling the pressing pressure approaching from behind, the old man's heart sank.

The more he travels around the world, the more the old man understands who he can mess with and who he shouldn't mess with.

The guy chasing after him obviously belongs to the latter group.

"Little guy, don't push people too hard!"

"Then don't run!"

"Do you know who is behind me? If you dare to mess with me, even the ANBU will not be able to save your life, let alone the Yamen!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly! I will be scared!"

Damn it!

Why can’t this little thing get vegetable oil?

Feeling the pressure from behind getting stronger and stronger, the old man felt something was wrong. He took a chance and looked back, with a look of astonishment on his face.

I saw that there was actually a black cloud with rain falling on top of the little catcher's head, moving with it at high speed, while the billowing blood mist rose upwards as if it was artificially controlled, and was absorbed by the black cloud. The two seemed to form some kind of formation.

In this connection, the blood mist decreases and the rainfall increases.

But the little detective, whose whole body was soaked with blood, felt a sense of oppression spreading over his body, but it increased dramatically with time.

Good guy, are you practicing treacherous martial arts while chasing?!

Or does it need to be bathed in rain to gradually strengthen and exert its full strength?

Either way, the situation is not good.

The old man is already old and has limited stamina, so he can't beat the young man. If it drags on, the opponent's strength will become stronger and stronger, which will be even more troublesome.

But just by observing, the old man discovered that things didn't seem to be what he thought.

Although he could clearly feel that Ye Ming's pressure was getting stronger and stronger, and it seemed that he was no longer an opponent in a head-on confrontation, the distance between the two sides was getting wider and wider.

That guy seemed to have only increased the sense of pressure, or in other words, only increased his strength, but his movement speed had not changed at all.

If you continue like this, maintain this state, and delay for a while, as long as you don't encounter anyone who intercepts you on the road, you will be able to get rid of this person smoothly.

Then if you casually escape into the crowd, he won't be able to find you!

Thinking of this, the old man's breath gradually stabilized, and he was about to withdraw his gaze and start a long tug-of-war. But at this moment, he saw Ye Ming do something.

A weird thing.

Ye Ming suddenly took out something from the bag on his waist and closed his fingers together.

Bah!

Something seemed to have been crushed with bare hands, and a dark green liquid overflowed from his palm, emitting a faint and vague smell.

The old man walked against the wind and didn't smell anything. However, seeing Ye Ming's sudden and strange behavior, he felt an inexplicable anxiety in his heart. He always felt that this little catcher would not do anything useless and this move must have some special purpose. !

If you don't escape quickly now, you may really be left behind!

Being caught by ANBU would be the absolute worst outcome. Not only would your whereabouts be exposed, but many of the organization's plans would also be affected. The implication would be so great that I might not even be able to bear it!

"Do you want to use that move..."

Hesitation flashed in the old man's mind.

If he were in his prime, the old man would definitely use secret techniques to escape without hesitation.

But now, he has long passed his prime. With only this broken body left, he doesn't know how many years he can survive. How can he dare to act so wantonly?

"Maybe it's just a bluff..."

After all, the old man suppressed his impulse. The thought of keeping in good health outweighed the thought of desperate efforts, and he held on to a bit of luck.

As the chase began, although the little policeman's sense of oppression was still terrifying and increasing, the distance between the two was actually widening.

If you take the next street, you will be completely out of sight of the little policeman. Then you will have room for maneuver and you can escape at any time!

Joy flashed in the old man's heart, and he accelerated into the next street. As passers-by on the street were avoiding him in panic, a voice suddenly sounded in front of the old man.

"Brother Qing is chasing someone?"

Among the screams of the chaotic and panicked crowd on the street, this voice seemed extremely clear, but the old man didn't pay attention to it.

But the next moment!

Suddenly that voice sounded in his ears again!

"Are you chasing this old gentleman? Do you need my help?"

Who?!

The old man's hole was enlarged, and before he could turn his head, the knife in his hand had already been slashed out.

but……

Snap!

His extremely fast hand sword, which he had practiced for decades, was actually stopped directly by someone. His arm was grabbed on the spot, and he was immediately pulled back by a huge force!

Jam!

His arm was directly dislocated and he screamed. The old man looked at the man in horror.

Only then did he realize that the person who had just spoken was looking at him with a smile, holding his own arm with one hand, as if he was carrying a child.

"Old sir, Brother Qing seems to have something to do with you. Could you please wait for him for a while?"

Obviously I don't feel any threat from this smiling young man, but the difference in strength from his arms is real!

Who the hell is this guy?!

How come a small policeman from a local government office can actually know such a master?!

The old man is confident in his own strength, but not blindly. He is definitely no match for such a master!

Feeling the approach of the young policeman from behind, the old man's heart sank.

Weiwu, paper painting!

The right arm suddenly turned into paper and escaped, and then...

Secret method, animal body!

boom!!

Violent power surges out of the body!

When the right arm regained its physical form, the limbs almost changed sharply, turning into hooves like the legs and feet of cattle and sheep. The body leaned down and galloped like a beast close to the ground, and the speed suddenly increased suddenly!

Unlike Lin Haokuo, the old man has been proficient in this art for many years, and the power of the animal path he has accumulated is simply not comparable to Lin Haokuo's.

It's just that although he has a lot of energy, the old man will not use this kind of trick easily. After all, he is already old. This kind of desperate secret method will take a few years off his life after being used several times.

If he hadn't encountered a tough situation this time, he would have never planned to use it.

With the sudden increase in speed, the old man quickly distanced himself from the smiling young man.

But suddenly I heard a soft moan coming from the back of my head.

The next moment, the lingering sound of the soft moans, as if following him, quickly drew closer and was right next to him in an instant!

"Old gentleman, you are getting stronger and stronger, and you can run really fast."

What?!

The old man suddenly looked sideways and saw that the young man was running forward at an absolutely synchronized speed with him. He turned his head to talk to him and was blinking at him at this moment.

The old man was suddenly horrified.

What is the origin of this young man!? He has such a body-enhancing body technique at such a young age, and he can stand shoulder to shoulder with himself after the secret technique broke out. What kind of monster-level existence is this?!

The old man was really startled, a little frightened. Before he could try to escape again, he saw the young man stretched out his hand and grabbed his neck, and was lifted off the ground by him. The force was so frightening.

His neck immediately became thick and red, he couldn't breathe, and the old man's eyes began to turn white.

"Go around, spare your life!"

After barely squeezing out two words between his teeth, the young man grinned.

"Don't worry, Brother Qing didn't speak, I won't kill you."

Brother Qing? It’s Brother Qing again!

Could it be that the little catcher was the illegitimate son of the legendary master in White Mist City, so that even the masters would be willing to take orders from him?

Most of the people around had already fled, and the rest were hiding far away for fear of getting into trouble, so the street was quite quiet at the moment.

After about half a cup of tea, Ye Ming finally caught up with him on the street.

He looked at the three thieves dejectedly.

"Brother Thief, your speed is a bit outrageous."

"There are specialties in the art, you just have to be good at it." The third thief said modestly.

Ye Ming shook his head. He had witnessed the old man's speed with his own eyes.

They were on par with him in the front, slightly ahead of him, but the speed they exploded in the back was beyond what he could catch up with. Even the Sha body warriors who specialized in Ying Shen might not be able to catch up.

But when the three thieves arrived, they were as fast as a cat catching a mouse, without hesitation at all, as if they could catch it easily and easily.

And the fact is also true. The old man who was already beyond his reach was easily captured by the three thieves after being separated by a few streets.

The time it took for the two to confront each other might not have been long enough for him to come over.

"Thank you Brother Thief for your help this time."

Ye Ming saluted, and the three thieves waved their hands and said with a smile: "It's just a small matter, but when does Brother Qing plan to go to [Yungu Cave]? The person I am looking for can leave at any time."

"Tomorrow, call Ye Ziyun. After discussing the matter of Huitian believers, we will go to Yungu Cave."

A trip to Yungu Cave is dangerous and unknown, so Ye Ming wants to make more preparations before setting off.

"That's fine. We'll meet you at your house then. I don't have any extra bugs for communication at the moment. If Brother Qing wants to find me next time, just go to the Profanity Club and leave a message. I will go find you."