I Have An Impenetrable Fortress

The giant wolf swallowed the boy and the six thunder dragon horses in one gulp.

Then, the huge wave turned back into the appearance of a young Taoist priest.

The Taoist looked around cautiously, then hurriedly left and disappeared.

He sneaked all the way to the ground of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

A young Taoist came to a valley.

In the valley, another Taoist priest saw him coming back and quickly asked, "How is the situation outside?"

The young Taoist replied: "Western Zhou Dynasty is not bad, it withstood Chang'an's offensive."

The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay, then we can stay here in the Western Zhou Dynasty."

The young Taoist nodded: "Yes."

The somewhat puffy Taoist priest patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's change shifts, you stay and take care of the uncle, and I will go out to find something to eat and drink."

"Okay." The young Taoist bid farewell to the other party and came under a big tree.

Under the shade of a tree, lay an old Taoist priest, pale and unconscious.

The young Taoist sits on the tree root toilet seat, and then please take a breath.

Accompanied by this tone, a boy fell to the ground and rolled several times.

He Sanyang was dizzy.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the young Taoist priest under the tree, looking at him with a smile.

"I can see that you are a smart person. You should know the gap between you and me, so don't ask for trouble."

The young Taoist said: "I ask, you answer, I won't hurt your life."

He Sanyang stared at him for a long time, and suddenly asked: "Are you that demon wolf that once ravaged the land of the old Tang Dynasty?"

The young Taoist smiled and said, "Pimpedao is now called Jingxu. If you can't answer the questions to my satisfaction, then I will be you from now on."

He Sanyang couldn't help feeling chills down his spine when he thought of the ability of the devil to seize homes.

But he still said coldly: "You want to take me away,

Sneak into Chang'an? "

The young Taoist shook his head: "That's too risky."

He Sanyang snorted: "Then you want to ask me about Chang'an City? I advise you to save yourself, I won't do things like betrayal."

The young Taoist said indifferently: "Because they gave you a chance to change your destiny? Then don't forget that you are in my hands because of them. If there is no Chang'an, you may not die with such a short life today."

He Sanyang sat cross-legged on the ground: "I can't beat you, so my life is short. You don't need to talk nonsense, just come if you want to kill or cut."

The young Taoist laughed dumbfoundedly: "I don't need to kill you, and I don't need to cut you up. I just need to eat your head, and I will naturally learn everything you know."

His casual tone made He Sanyang even more creepy.

But the boy immediately retorted: "Don't lie to me, you have this ability, why do you ask me?"

"Because you are a genius who rarely practices magic, and I am a person who loves talents."

The young Taoist smiled: "I can teach you everything that Mr. Long can teach you in Chang'an, and I won't delay your talent."

He Sanyang was not surprised that the other party knew Mr. Long's name.

The fact that five gentlemen in the Sky City can each bring ten servants is well known in the inner city of Chang'an.

It is not surprising that the news spread slowly.

Now Chang'an governs the land, and even the other six dynasties. Many people know that there are five people under the Chang'an City Lord and above ten thousand people, Mr. Wu Yun, Mr. He, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long, and Mr. Xueying.

Mr. Long, it is easy to think of a powerful magic dragon in Chang'an city.

The young Taoist priest is also a master of the magic way. He swallowed He Sanyang in one gulp. How could he not know that the other party has the blood of the magic dragon and is practicing the magic way?

However, He Sanyang was unmoved by the promise of the young Taoist priest.

"I see. What you are interested in is not the news I know."

The young man looked at the young Taoist priest coldly:

"I actually know, and indeed not much, it may not be of value to you.

But you want me to listen to you and return to Chang'an City to be your spy.

It doesn't matter how little I knew in the past, you want me to keep finding information for you in the future. "

The young Taoist looked at He Sanyang, with a wider smile on his face: "You little brat, I don't want to kill you anymore, believe it or not, I really want to take you as a disciple, so I don't want to hide my secrets. Carefully nurtured."

"You don't have to."

He Sanyang said coldly: "Although I hate my master very much, I will never betray Chang'an City. What I hate the most in my life is Rebellious Boy. Just kill me."

"Anti-bones guy..."

The young Taoist smiled softly, not thinking of disobedience: "Oh? You hate that fantasy dragon?

That's fine, I don't ask you to betray Chang'an, as long as you lead that magic dragon out of Chang'an City.

You really want him dead, don't you? You can't do it by yourself right now, how about leaving it to me? "

"You think you're playing tricks on me?"

The young man's face showed a fierceness and disdain that didn't match his age: "I dare to tell you, I'm not afraid of you taking advantage of me. To tell you the truth, I really want that bastard to die, but I will kill him by myself!"

He Sanyang stared at the young Taoist priest coldly: "You help me kill him for nothing more than to weaken the power of Chang'an City, as long as it is not good for Chang'an, I will not do it, even if I can't beat that bastard in my life, I won't do it." It won't be cheap for you!"

The young Taoist priest was not angry, but calmly looked at the boy sitting on the ground.

He Sanyang looked at him without fear: "You and my master, if only one can die, I hope it's you."

"No wonder your master accepted you as an apprentice. It's a pity, it's a pity, I didn't meet you earlier, otherwise you should be my apprentice."

The young Taoist shook his head: "Are you trying to provoke me on purpose now, and want to die quickly?"

He Sanyang was overwhelmed by the truth, so he simply said calmly: "Except for eating my head to get a little information, I have no use value for you now. If you want to torture me, then let me come here, old man Bow your head to you, you are not considered a good man!"

The young Taoist looked at him and suddenly laughed: "How come there is no other use value?"

He Sanyang smiled at the other party, and a very ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The young Taoist smiled and raised his hand.

He stretched out his index finger, and a small blood spot oozed from the fingertip.

This scene looked familiar to He Sanyang.

This is what Mr. Long looked like when he fused his demon blood into his body!

Sure enough, at the next moment, a line of blood flew out from the young Taoist's fingertips and stabbed at He Sanyang.

He Sanyang quickly dodged.

He hadn't forgotten that Mr. Wu Yun once said that demon cultivators can only get blood from monsters to coagulate blood.

Only Mr. Long is special, so he can directly use his own blood to lure others into the path of magic.

Changing to someone else will only make the beginner go crazy and die.

Unfortunately, no matter how He Sanyang dodged, the bloodline still pierced him.

Then, all this line of demon blood penetrated into his body.

He Sanyang's figure suddenly froze in the air, and the next moment he fell straight to the ground.

The young Taoist got up and walked to He Sanyang's side.

He Sanyang suddenly let out a beast-like howl.

His body kept twitching in place.

Rows of blue and purple blood vessels protruded from the surface of his skin, undulating and twisting like a strange snake.

He Sanyang's body rolled and twitched on the ground, his hands and feet scratched the ground, and he kept screaming in pain.

The young Taoist watched coldly.

Seeing He Sanyang's unbearable appearance, he murmured to himself: "Could it be that I read it wrong? Ao Kong didn't take his own blood to coagulate his blood, but the dragon blood of a real fantasy dragon?"

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and pressed it on the top of He Sanyang's head.

He Sanyang's twitching and struggling body suddenly became still.

But the terrifying blood vessels were still throbbing on the surface of his body.

The young Taoist closed his eyes and felt it carefully, and opened his eyes after a while, with a look of doubt in his eyes: "It's really Ao Kong's own blood."

He frowned and looked at He Sanyang:

"Ao Kong should have been in contact with the fragments of the fairy trace, which affected the blood, so why can't mine?

Or is it not Ao Kong and the fragments of fairy traces that are special, but this little devil's own talent? "

The young Taoist withdrew his hand.

But this time, He Sanyang still lay still on the ground, no longer struggling and twitching.

However, his breathing is still maintained, and the blood vessels are still bulging and twisting on the face.

"Observe and see."

The young Taoist nodded thoughtfully.

His head turned into a wolf's head again, swallowed He Sanyang who seemed to be unconscious, and then changed back to the original.

At this time, the fat Taoist priest came back from the outside: "I seem to have heard someone screaming just now, did Master wake up?"

"No, Master Uncle is still unconscious." The young Taoist didn't change his face: "Maybe you misheard, Senior Brother."

The fat Taoist sighed: "It's not a solution for Master Uncle to keep water and rice out for a long time."

He gave the food to the young Taoist priest, and then tried to feed the unconscious old Taoist priest to drink water.

Old Taoist priests, of course, will never wake up.

The young Taoist sat down again on the sidelines, thinking while eating.

The so-called Mr. Long must be Ao Kong.

Mr. Wu Yun, who often shows up, may not be the sworn brother and sister back then.

Many people know the origin of Mr. Blood Shadow. He is the old devil Blood Shadow who was active in the Eastern Tang Dynasty for a while.

The so-called Mr. Zhang is said to be good at martial arts.

The eldest, the third, the fifth, the sixth, the seventh, and the eighth are all possible.

But being so low-key and reclusive, I feel that Lao Ba is more likely.

As for Mr. He who practiced Confucianism and Taoism...

Will it be twelve?

The young Taoist narrowed his eyes.

The key is not the following five, but the most mysterious city lord above everyone in Chang'an.

Who is the one?

A figure seemed to flash before the eyes of the young Taoist priest.

Along with the back of his neck, there was a dull pain.

The young Taoist raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, his eyes were colder than ever before.

The fat Taoist turned his head and saw it, and couldn't help being startled: "Junior Brother Jingxu, you..."

The young Taoist turned to look at him.

The fat Taoist looked carefully again, but saw that the other party's eyes were peaceful, as usual.

He couldn't help rubbing his eyes: "Could I have read wrong..."

"What's the matter, brother?" Taoist Jingxu asked with a smile.

The fat Taoist looked at him again, and quickly shook his head: "It's okay, I was dazzled just now."

After hesitating for a while, he asked again: "Are we really going to Liyang Temple?"

Taoist Jingxu nodded: "Yes, only there is hope to heal the uncle's injury, and..."

His eyes flickered: "I heard that Gumu Daoist who once taught me how to practice is also there."