met free Chapter 86, 7 Beasts Reappear
Chapter 86, 7 Beasts Reappear
Xu Changqing, cursing and swearing, rushed out of a grand hall with a hipped roof, clutching several sticks of incense that were dark in color and had a strange fragrance. Behind him was an old Taoist priest in a purple robe with a terrifying aura and bulging muscles.
The old Taoist priest had bloodshot eyes, and black scriptures under his skin wriggled like living things. Although his mind was confused, his movements were incredibly swift, and each step he took made the ground tremble slightly.
"It's just that I took a few extra sticks of your Dao Lord's incense. Why are you so agitated that you even had a Foundation Establishment deacon come to arrest me?"
As Xu Changqing sped away, he spat back at the same time, blood lotuses appearing frequently beneath his feet as he weaved left and right through the eerie forest.
The muscular old Taoist priest made a strange hoarse sound from his throat, but did not answer. He just stared intently at the incense in Xu Changqing's hand, and suddenly raised a rusty but menacing ancient sword in his hand, with black energy swirling around the blade.
Xu Changqing's eyes darted around, his figure suddenly blurred, and he uttered a low shout: "Heavenly Illusion!"
In an instant, several figures identical to him separated from his main body and shot off in different directions. Some leaped onto the broken walls, some disappeared into the mist, and some moved swiftly along the ground. Their aura fluctuations were almost identical to those of the original body.
"Heh..." The old Taoist uttered indistinct syllables, his feet stepping out in strange steps, and his ancient sword swung repeatedly, several solidified, pitch-black gusts of wind howling out, accurately slashing at three of the phantoms.
With a few soft "poof" sounds, the three phantoms shattered and vanished into wisps of green smoke.
"As expected," Xu Changqing thought with even greater certainty upon seeing this, "just like those other strange Taoist priests before, their aura is strong, but their strength has been diminished, and their minds are confused. They only know how to attack what is in front of them and are unable to adapt to different situations."
His internal magical power circulated again, and several more phantoms emerged, each with a different form. Some slithered like serpents, others pounced like hungry wolves, and still others soared like birds. They were even more elusive and unpredictable, darting about in all directions, attempting to confuse the old Taoist's judgment.
The old Taoist's body surged with demonic energy, and the ancient sword in his hand shone with a brilliant black light. At the same time, he unleashed seven or eight even more fierce and terrifying gusts of wind, which swept towards the phantoms in a fan shape, covering a very wide area. The hissing sound of the wind being torn apart was chilling.
"Hmph, I've already tested your limits, yet you still dare to be so insolent?" Xu Changqing sneered, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Do you really think I can't kill you?"
With a thought, the white bone and jade hairpin in his hair was about to slip out, and he was about to deliver a vicious blow to the old Taoist priest.
Suddenly, a vibration came from the cuff, and a sense of tranquility washed over me.
"Hmm? That jade bead?"
Xu Changqing paused slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the blue jade bead that Qi Qinzi had left behind appeared in his palm, emitting a hazy light.
"clear..."
A mysterious wave spread rapidly in all directions from Xu Changqing's center.
The muscular old Taoist priest holding the embroidered sword suddenly stopped. The black demonic patterns that had been constantly writhing on his body receded like a tide, and his crimson eyes suddenly regained their clarity. The old Taoist's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
The next moment, under Xu Changqing's astonished gaze, the old Taoist suddenly turned the ancient sword in his hand, its sharp blade slicing across his neck covered with black scriptures without hesitation.
But what gushed from the wound was a thick, inky black gas that emitted a pungent, fishy stench, while the black scriptures beneath the skin glowed eerily and writhed, trying to heal the wound.
In a state of clarity and agony, the old Taoist quickly realized that he could not kill himself, who had become corrupted and wicked, in this way. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes, and his aura suddenly became violent, his bones cracking and his body swelling as if inflated.
Xu Changqing felt a chill run down his spine. Without thinking about the series of changes, he transformed into a streak of blood-red light and flew away without looking back.
A deafening roar erupted behind them, and a terrifying shockwave, carrying with it pitch-black demonic fire and shattered flesh, swept outwards.
Although Xu Changqing had already darted dozens of meters away, he was still violently thrown back by the aftershock, and his back burned with pain.
He looked back and saw that the spot where he had been standing had been blasted into a charred crater several feet in diameter. The crater still contained scorching demonic fire and wisps of twisted, rising black smoke. The surrounding banana grove was mostly flattened and in a state of utter devastation.
The old Taoist priest's body had also vanished without a trace.
Xu Changqing took a breath, still shaken. He looked down at his palm again, where the blue jade bead lay quietly, still radiating a hazy glow.
"Master Qiqinzi?"
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Deep within the eerie forest, a Dharma altar stands silently.
Tuoba Tao and Kong Yunlei, along with other White Tiger Guards, sat solemnly on the outer viewing platform, their faces grave as they watched the opposite side with vigilance.
On the other side were several other powerful demons, including Zhen Daoguang. However, Li Yuanqing, who had been fighting fiercely with him earlier, was nowhere to be seen, and it was unknown where he had been teleported.
Strangely, the two sides, who were mortal enemies, were sitting quietly at this moment, neither daring to make a move.
All of this was because of the three-headed Taoist priest in the center of the altar, dressed in a purple Taoist robe and wearing a lotus crown.
The Taoist priest had a gaunt face, with three heads facing three different directions. The middle head had its eyes slightly closed, as if it were in a trance.
The one on the left, gentle and unassuming, silently chants sutras.
The one on the right has a smile on its lips, but it carries an indescribable eeriness.
He held a tiger-whisker whisk in his hand, and although there was no powerful magical energy emanating from him, just his presence alone made Tuoba Tao and the others feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
What's even more chilling is that there are piles of fresh, pulsating demon flesh and blood casually piled up at the Taoist's feet, and the aura emanating from some of these pieces is enough to make one's scalp tingle.
"Gulp." On the viewing platform, a bull demon swallowed hard, its Adam's apple bobbing. Its large, bell-shaped eyes were filled with fear.
In a dark void, Mei Qianqian, Ali, and Yuanxia, hidden under the eerie light of the Blind Kite, looked down at the three-headed Taoist priest dressed in a purple robe, all of them filled with surprise.
"Good heavens, who released this person? Shouldn't this person be sleeping in the temple?" The Monkey King's mouth was wide open, the hair on his face stood up, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Judging from his clothes and behavior, he should be the Taoist priest in his true form, but there seems to be some change in the situation."
Mei Qianqian frowned, her eyes gleaming, and said in a low voice.
"Sister Qian, this person is so powerful, we're afraid we'll have to return empty-handed this time."
Ah Li nervously gripped Mei Qianqian's sleeve, his fluffy tail pressed tightly against his back.
Mei Qianqian gently patted Ah Li's hand, but her gaze never left the three-headed Taoist.
"It's alright. After all, our most important goal is just that thing. As for everything else, let's take it one step at a time."
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"Fellow Daoists," the middle head of the three-headed Daoist suddenly spoke, its voice clear and peaceful, "the Dao body is pure and empty, its virtue is inactive; what does this mean?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished without a sound. The next instant, he appeared at the edge of the viewing platform, facing a boar demon covered in bristles and with protruding tusks.
"Huh? Me?" The pig demon was so startled by the sudden question that he trembled all over, his legs shaking, and his mind went blank.
It has no idea about the Daoist body being pure and empty; it only knows how to devour blood and refine turbid Qi.