Taoist Master, Stop Fighting. The Heavenly Path Is Almost Destroyed

"Pipihu, stand up, let's go!"

"The best way to eliminate fear is to face it, come on, Ollie"

After Yi Chen knelt down and gave the colorful tiger a cheering gesture, he held the skin on the back of its neck in one hand and the dragon-slaying sword in the other, and walked straight out of the room.

Fear does not solve difficult situations, only fighting.

Walking out of the side room and entering the lobby of the main room, a huge word "Die" came into view, and two white candles were burning on the table.

Above the altar table, there are thousands of spiritual tablets placed, with the largest number at the bottom, and the smaller the number as you go up.

There are basically no names on the tablets, only portraits, and most of the portraits have turned gray.

At this time, Yi Chen already had a vague suspicion in his mind. He was afraid that those whose faces turned gray would not end well.

Yi Chen cast his gaze to the top, where a lifelike colorful Taoist portrait was placed at the top with a smile on his lips, and the three characters Zhang Jishi were clearly written on the tablet.

hiss.

He is worthy of being a big shot who dares to go into the underworld alone to suppress evil spirits. He really has his cards right.

This is the top card.

Yi Chen took a breath of cold air, and regardless of whether the boss could hear it or not, he hurriedly bowed to the tablet and said: "Yinlongguan is a junior student of Yinchengzi, and has met his predecessors. If he is lucky enough to escape today, he will definitely go there in person tomorrow. Longhu Mountain will return the Taoist Jade Tablet."

…..

After waiting for a long time, there was no response.

Yi Chen raised his head regretfully. It seemed that he still had to rely on himself. He looked up at the white mourning hall in the main room of the strange red house, but he did not dare to use his sword to destroy it.

He had a strong intuition that something bad would happen if he messed up.

He had never heard of this special weird thing in the underworld in these years. Maybe it was Zhang Jishi who tried his best to put the lord of the underworld into a deep sleep, leaving only his instincts in action.

If this is the case, then if he messes around, not only will Taoist Zhang Jishi's previous efforts be wasted, but he will also wake up the Lord of the Underworld, and he will probably die miserably.

Frustrated!

I'm still not strong enough.

Yi Chen's little pride in breaking through the sixth level of his Xiaochun Yang Kung disappeared in an instant. He thought that his current strength was pretty good, but he didn't expect that reality would soon give him a blow in the head.

After waiting for a while, there was still no movement. Yi Chen gradually lost his patience and walked through the lobby to the wing on the right.

There was a squeak.

He used the head of the colorful tiger to push open the vermilion door of the wing. The sight in front of him made Yi Chen narrow his eyes.

At this time, he felt more and more extraordinary about this underworld.

After the door opened, it was as if the world had changed. Yi Chen was now on a long street. In the thick fog, the silhouettes of people were vaguely visible.

Yi Chen stamped his feet vigorously, and there was a solid touch under his feet. It was not like an illusion, as if he had really arrived on a long street in a mysterious space.

"Damn it, is it a fantasy or real? This is too real." Yi Chen bravely walked forward along the long street with the colorful tiger in hand.

Strangely enough, as he walked, the fog on both sides began to disperse, revealing the surrounding scenery.

An old voice came from the side: "Little Taoist Priest, would you like to buy a melon? As long as you buy a melon, I will tell you how to get out."

Yi Chen stopped after hearing the sound, and felt happy. This was the first sound he heard since he fell into this underworld. Change is a good thing.

It would be too hopeless to be trapped in this hellish place all the time, staring at a stupid tiger every day.

Yi Chen believed that the silly tiger thought so too.

Looking intently in the direction of the sound source, I saw an old man wearing a tattered straw hat squatting on the roadside, with a white tattered flag 'The Best Melon' hanging next to him.

That little broken white flag came from someone's grave. It was stained with mud and turned yellow and smelly.

In front of the old man's stall, there were a lot of heads placed in a jingguan style...

An old man appears in the fog on the long street, and the head of the person looks like a watermelon.

After finally encountering a talking ghost, Yi Chen would not let it go easily, even if the scene was a bit scary.

He walked up and asked with a smile: "Boss, how do you sell this melon?"

"One has a life span of twenty years. If you buy one, I will tell you how to get out." The old man squatted on the roadside and grinned. Two rows of teeth could not make up three good teeth.

Yi Chen frowned: "Is your melon rind made of gold or are the melon particles made of gold? One has a life expectancy of twenty years. Why don't you go and grab it?"

He threw the colorful tiger in his hand aside and said: "Old man, have you seen the fierce tiger next to me? I'm old, it's a male, and it has a whip. If it were a melon like you, you would be so weak that your teeth would be broken." It fell off, so it’s time to make up for it.”

"If you don't accept the rags, I'll take them from you." The old man smiled even more wildly. As his smile trembled, his mouth gradually opened to the root of his neck, and two rows of sharp inverted triangle teeth appeared in his mouth. The nails also started to turn black and become longer.

"My teeth..."

Snap!

The old man's voice stopped suddenly.

Yi Chen's big hand like a cattail leaf slapped his head directly into the chest, and said with a evil smile:

"Old guy, are you laughing at me?"

"Has anyone ever said that your smile is ugly?"

How could a person make a deal with a ghost and have a good ending? There were so many lies and punctuation marks that he didn't believe.

Yi Chen didn't make a deal with this ghost from the beginning. For this reason, he deliberately threw the colorful tiger aside, just because he was afraid that he would accidentally hurt it in a fight later, and the rest would all depend on its luck.

After hitting the old man's head into the chest with one palm, Yi Chen gave the 'melon stall' a fierce kick with his left foot, sending heads flying into the sky. He then swung the dragon-slaying sword repeatedly, slashing at the fallen heads. It's like playing Fruit Ninja.

Boo hoo hoo.

Most of the heads were split in half by him.

All this happened in the blink of an eye. The old man's headless corpse was shaking crazily on the ground. A new head grew out of his neck. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw that his stall was being lifted up. It was even more shocking. The canthus is about to burst, the yin energy all over the body surges, and it is obvious that he is extremely angry.

"Niubi, you dare to split my melon, right?"

The old man looked up to the sky and roared, and saw the heads falling on the ground leaping one by one and grafted onto the old man's ghost body, embedded in it, and even there were two more heads on the chest.

In the blink of an eye, the old man turned into a huge deformed monster, which made people's scalp numb and trypophobic. After the transformation was completed, the yin energy in the old man's body became more intense, and all the heads on his body opened at the same time. His eyes showed sharp teeth and he said angrily:

"Niubi, I want you to die!!!" His voice was like thunder.

There was a muffled sound.

The newly grown head on the old man's neck was swept by a lilac sword blade, and a big skull rolled to the ground. Then Yi Chen stepped forward and stepped on it, exploding into a bloody mist.

"Old guy, that's it?"

At this time, Yi Chen was holding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and the lavender pure Yang inner energy was running wildly in his body. The muscles all over his body were bulging, and blue veins appeared on his body like a dragon. This was the sixth level of his body. Xiao Chunyang Gong's internal energy is squeezed to the limit.

Faced with the old man's sudden change, Yi Chen did not hesitate to use the active skill derived from breaking through to the sixth level of Pure Yang Gong, Yang pole transformation. Otherwise, with the momentum displayed by the old man at this time, he was afraid that Can't take him down.

With one blow, the effect was indeed outstanding. Yi Chen's own strength was so strong that it tripled and coupled with the power of the Dragon-Slaying Sword, he easily chopped off another head of the old man.

"Don't you have a lot of brains? It's growing. Keep growing it for Master Dao. I like to see it."

Yi Chen smiled evilly and walked towards the old man's ghost body step by step with the Dragon-Slaying Sword. The lavender sword light on the tip of the Dragon-Slaying Sword was hesitant, burning the ground into a scorched black color.

Two more twin heads squeezed out of the old man's neck, and then were easily chopped off by Yi Chen's sword. His neck was corroded by the pure Yang energy until black smoke was rising, and the next head would never grow back.

"Get up and keep growing. Let's see if you grow faster or my sword is faster." Yi Chen said with a smile.

"You...why did your aura suddenly surge? And your sword, damn it..." The old man's face changed wildly when he saw this. He was a little suspicious of a ghost at this time.

Although the head on his neck was gone again, there were still many other heads embedded in his body, which did not hinder his vision.

Every time Yi Chen took a step forward, the old man would take a step back.

One step forward, one step back.

"You...don't come over...ah"

"I won't sell melons anymore, okay?"

"Don't you want to know how to get out?"

At this time, Yi Chen's aura was violent, with a pure lavender aura lingering all over his body. Veins popped out on his neck. He was nearly two meters tall and looked more like a demon than a Taoist. He waved the dragon-slaying magic sword again, his figure violent. In a flash, he directly cut the old man's ghost body into human piglets.

Then he stepped heavily on his chest:

"If you want to say it, just say it quickly. Master Dao, my patience is limited." Well, the duration of the anode transformation is indeed only ten minutes...

The old man was trembling with fear and kept talking about him. Yi Chen frowned and thought of several possibilities. He was too lazy to listen to his nonsense. He no longer hesitated and shot out his sword like a dragon, cutting the old man into pieces. Smell, the old man turned into black smoke and disappeared.

The ground was in mess.

The expected message that he had successfully killed the old man who sold melons did not come. Yi Chen looked confused at this time, with his face draped like a puppy, and he looked very unhappy.

The old man who sells melons kept talking nonsense, and when he heard it, he knew that he was stalling for time. His anode state could not be maintained for a long time, so his decision was to feed war with war and kill him directly.

There are still fifty-four points left for Xiaochun Yanggong to break through to the seventh level. If he can make up this gap when the anode state ends, then he will still have the strength to fight.

On this long street, the fog is thick and there are many ghosts. God knows what kind of vicious ghosts are hidden. Even if the crimson dots given by the melon seller are not enough, I can still take two steps forward and invite the next victim. .

As a result, the plan was aborted just after it started.

"Goldfinger lost its chain at a critical moment? Is there a bug?"

"The long sky, how can it be inferior to me." Yi Chen retracted the dragon-slaying sword into its sheath and looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The sky was foggy and no birds were flying.

The confusion in his eyes lasted less than a second, and Yi Chen's eyes became determined again.