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

Chapter 225 Tao Zun favors you! Taoist Master Yi's hidden way, go.

When beating a dog, it depends on the owner. What Gui Shalou did was simply not giving him face. How could Yi Chen be so angry?

I can play with my grassland and my horses as I want, but others can’t.

Yi Chen suddenly felt unhappy when he thought that his eldest son Miao Zi was still in Nanshan County and had lost contact.

This trip happened to bring the traitor back and discipline him strictly.

We must tell it that at its age, struggle is the best foundation.

As soon as his mind moved, Yi Chen's figure disappeared from where he was.

Under the moonlight, the Nanshui River was as beautiful as a ribbon. A hooded man in black was walking quickly. He took a step forward, and in a flash, he appeared more than ten meters away.

Some people wander around the world, while others study hard in a cold window.

Some people flattered, while others burst into tears.

Some people go to Liangshan on a snowy night, while others go to kill people on a starry night.

Everyone is carrying a tombstone called life and moving forward with a heavy burden.

"It's not easy to be poor, you have to work hard~"

Looking at the bright moon in the sky, Yi Chen sighed deeply, his eyebrows twisted into the character "Chuan", and then he walked faster.

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Huamanlou is a famous gold-selling cave in Nanshan County.

It is an organization engaged in import and export trade and people-to-people connection projects.

The colorful building is nine stories high, and the building is full of red sleeves.

From the first to the third floor, there are long legs covered with gauze, while upstairs there are young girls and young wives with half-exposed breasts waving handkerchiefs.

The third floor is by invitation only, and non-high-ranking officials and masters of spiritual practice are not allowed to enter.

The downstairs was full of flowers, and people were flowing in. Big teapots and madams were waiting outside the door to greet them. A sniffling, gap-toothed man wearing a tattered gown was playing and singing on the erhu on the long street outside the building.

"The willow leaves are pointed and pointed, and the sky is filled with stars!"

"All the sages passing by, please listen carefully to what I have to say."

"This happened in Hualiu Lane in the west of the city."

"There is a Song Laosan in Mushroom Shop in Hualiu Lane."

"Speaking of that Song Laosan, they are both bad gamblers."

"I have never had any children in my life, but I gave birth to a daughter, Chanjuan."

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"The girl's name is Xiaolian. She is pretty and has a good face."

"Once you come to Huamanlou, your life will reach the ninth heaven."

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On the ninth floor of the flower-filled building, Xiao Lian was sitting on a brocade couch, sobbing continuously, wearing a red mandarin duck bellyband, white tulle, and black stockings.

Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouth, and some people have a life as bitter as a yellow lotus.

She is the one whose life is more miserable than Huang Lian's.

A pair of bad gambler parents were involved.

Ten days ago, her parents brought a person back home. They said she was in a hurry and someone asked her to do work. She was a little tired and had to do everything up and down. Sometimes she not only had to use her hands but also her mouth. But the wages The salary is very high, the food is good, you can learn a craft, the wages are paid daily, and you have a doctor to see you when you are sick.

She looked at the empty rice vat and the ruined house where no mice came, and gritted her teeth and agreed under the encouraging eyes of her parents.

She originally thought that she would be just a local person at most, doing some work to serve others, but who knew she would end up falling into a pit of fire.

After being tortured by the Madam for three days, she succumbed.

Next, a bunch of outdated old mothers came to teach her various skills in person. Today was the day she came out of the cabinet. It was said that a Yama bought her at a high price and wanted her to take good care of her and never offend her.

If you serve me well, you won't have to work for the rest of your life.

Seeing the envious expressions of the old ladies, as if they were twenty years younger, how could it be your turn, Xiaolian felt even more miserable.

She just wants to win one person's heart and never be separated from each other until they grow old.

She doesn't want to sit in a urn and practice so-called secret skills to please others.

There was a squeak.

The door suddenly opened.

In Xiaolian's fearful eyes, a moving mountain of flesh squeezed into the door.

Xiaolian, who weighed less than ninety pounds, burst into tears and panicked.

Yan Renxi was led by the big teapot to the ninth floor.

Some people are in the abyss, and some people live in high-rise buildings.

Some people are brilliant, and some people are rusty.

This is how different the world is.

As the younger brother of Yan Renhen, the owner of the Demon Killing Building, he has always had the wind and rain in his life.

"There are endless delicacies to eat, endless money to spend, endless wealth to enjoy, and endless houses to live in."

"Langli Gelang, Langli Gelang."

Humming an unknown tune, Yan Renxi came to the room burping with wine. When he saw Xiao Lian, who collapsed on the brocade couch in shock, his eyes lit up.

Full of faintness.

One word, tender!

Who in the entire Nanshan County doesn’t know that Yan Renxi loves a tender bite the most.

He especially likes the looks and screams of fear and pain from others.

This gave him the pleasure of being omnipotent.

Looking at Xiaolian who was like a little lamb, Yan Renxi wanted to pounce on her, but in the end he endured it. He remembered his elder brother's teachings.

A veteran of flowers and a veteran of the country cannot use force.

That's indecent.

With a snap, he took out an inverted hourglass and slapped it on the table.

"Girl, give you an hourglass of time, either I will throw you out to feed the dogs, or you will come and serve me."

"I don't like to force others. You can choose one yourself."

"Master Yan, you..." Xiaolian's tears couldn't stop flowing, crystal clear, as if she was pouring out the bitter water of life. Suddenly, her eyes turned to panic, and she actually screamed.

"What are you doing? It's time to cry!" Yan Renxi laughed proudly, and the layers of flesh on his body trembled, like a mountain of flesh shaking in an earthquake.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly swallowed him.

He felt something behind him.

Yan Renxi turned around with difficulty and saw a hooded man suddenly appearing behind him.

The man's eyes were as dark and deep as an abyss, gnawing at the soul.

"Ghost...Ghost Zhong..."

The air suddenly solidified, like molten iron, and a stubborn piece of iron seemed to be blocked in his throat. Yan Renxi actually lost his voice midway.

A strong wave of malice surged toward him.

His heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and then twisted hard.

His breathing began to quicken, short and rapid, fast and shallow.

Beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.

He is afraid!

He is afraid!

For some reason, he suddenly thought of those little white flowers that he had tortured to death.

I thought of their weak, pitiful and helpless expressions before they died, and of their painful and desperate expressions.

"Little girl, close your eyes!"

Yi Chen smiled gently at Xiaolian, with a hint of apology on his face.

A big hand suddenly touched Yan Renxi's head.

"Yan Renxi, you are such a waste. You are not a real person who has followed the right path. You are a garbage person who has no hope of advancing to the middle stage of the real person realm in this life."

"The light of your life is like a candle in the wind. If the wind gets a little stronger, it will be extinguished."

Yi Chen's voice was like the whisper of a devil, slowly ringing in Yan Renxi's ears, and every second was like torture to his mind.

After absorbing the true meaning of Ba Wu and advancing to the thirteenth level of true power, Yi Chen found that when he spreads malice towards someone, he would have a deterrent effect. For example, the trash in front of him, suppressed by his energy and spirit, was like a piece of cake on a chopping block. pork.

With each word he spoke, Yi Chen's big hand pressed down a little. At the end of the last word, Yan Renxi's head had been slowly pushed into his chest, and a mountain of flesh collapsed.

The memory extraction power was activated, and memory fragments about Yan Renxi came one after another, appearing in Yi Chen's mind. For a moment, he seemed to have seen something inappropriate for children, like an infantryman...

"Hey! Who is this!" Yi Chen finished his overtime work and raised his legs to leave. He was going to find his great son.

At this time, the terrifying pressure that shrouded the room suddenly dissipated. Xiaolian was panting like a drowning lamb. When she saw Yi Chen was about to leave, the courage came from nowhere in her heart, and she jumped and rolled down. Liao Jinta hugged Yi Chen's thigh tightly.

"Master, help me!"

Yi Chen: “…..”

"What do you want to do?"

The power of ecstasy was activated, and Xiaolian's mind seemed to be swallowed up by the dark night sky, and she began to ask questions and answers.

"What a miserable little girl!"

"It would be better to be an orphan if you meet such parents who are worse than animals~"

"But since you are begging for Dao Master, you call me Master again, then."

"Tao Zun favors you!"

"Blessings and Immeasurable Heavenly Lord!"

Yi Chen raised his eyebrows, and then he realized that the person playing the erhu downstairs was actually Xiaolian's biological father. He clapped his hands, and after a while, a middle-aged man in a blue robe walked in.

This person is the secret agent behind his bloody murder, codenamed Water Ghost.

"Find someone to make arrangements to redeem this girl's life. Find her a job in an ordinary city. I can kill the building with blood to ensure that an ordinary person is safe and happy."

"By the way, send her gambling dog parents to mine until they die."

"If you have any difficulties, just talk to Yang Zuoshi. Even if the house is full of flowers and people are not released, you can still talk to Yang Zuoshi."

"If Yang Zuoshi cannot negotiate, I will talk to them personally."

The middle-aged man had an ordinary appearance, the kind that would be unrecognizable if thrown into a crowd. He looked like a good candidate to be a killer. He glanced at the headless corpse on the ground, immediately knelt down like pushing a golden mountain toppling a jade pillar, and stroked it with one hand. Chest:

"Don't you dare to die for the original poster!"

Yi Chen nodded with satisfaction. His trip was not entirely because Gui ShaLou refused to give him face, and he still had the intention of provoking trouble. How could he provoke a war with Gui ShaLou if he didn't do this?

How to conquer the heart of the blood-killing killer?

Yi Chen was very happy when he heard that a helmsman of the Ghost Killing Building had killed one of their silver medal killers. He was even happier when Yang Zuoshi later said that this helmsman was the biological brother of the owner of the Ghost Killing Building.

The Demon Slaughter Tower is a big force adjacent to his Blood Slaughter Tower. They both belong to the Wuyou Alliance and are notorious.

In the case of Xueshalou kidnapping, the money collected is true, the price is fair, and the children and old people are not deceived.

However, the money from the ghost-killing house is still collected, and the people are angry, and they dare to do any unscrupulous business.

Seize the mud swallow's mouth, cut the iron needle, chop the fine meat from the egret's leg, and remove the fat from the belly of the mosquito.

The master of Ghost Killing, Yan Renhen, has a purple flag passed down from his family. There are two old ghosts at the seventh level of the real world trapped inside. He himself is also a seventh level cultivation of the real world. Relying on this treasure, Yan Renhen is rampant for a while, and he is obsessed with blood killing. The rise of the building has been suppressed.

For the sake of justice, he had to fuck him.

Influencing him to collect crimson dots is even more sinful.

What's more, his expenses have been a bit high recently.

"Water ghost, come here with your ears."

"You cut off one of Yan Renxi's fingers as evidence, then burn his body to ashes, and then do this and this again. Do you understand?"

"After finishing this matter, go to Yang Zuo to receive ten thousand taels of silver."

The middle-aged man codenamed "Water Ghost" listened to the original poster's teachings in shock, and his eyes widened for a moment.

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At noon on the second day, facing the sunshine, a strange carriage wobbled in front of the Ghost Killing Tower. A thin coffin was pulled on the carriage, and a huge word "miserable" was written on both ends of the coffin.

Suddenly, when it arrived in front of the Ghost Killing Tower, under the gaze of the soldiers, an arrow with a letter shot out and landed on the flagpole in front of the station.

After reading the letter, the gatekeeper was shocked and shouted: "Go and invite the owner of the building."

At this moment, the carriage suddenly overturned, and a finger, a handful of ashes and three talismans fell out of the coffin.

In the shocked eyes of the soldiers, a green talisman spontaneously ignited without wind, and a strong wind blew on the spot, and the ashes swirled and flew.

Then the blue talisman ignited again, and a light rain lasting ten seconds fell within ten meters of the coffin.

Finally, a purple talisman was rekindled, and an electric snake exploded on the spot, splitting the fingers on the ground into black~

As a professional killer, he has mastered some special skills, and the skills like delayed detonation of talismans are not particularly difficult for the "Water Ghost".

The "Water Ghost" thinks that the most difficult thing is the idea of ​​the host...

After a while, a middle-aged man with fleshless cheeks and narrow eyes came to the overturned coffin. He looked at the scene in front of him, looked at the letter, and looked at the charred fingers on the ground, and suddenly roared to the sky:

"Ah, Ghost Zhongdao! You are looking for death!"

On the letter in his hand, it was clearly written:

[Brother Yan, I, Ghost Zhongdao, will send your ashes back the same way. Don't thank me. I have prepared 10,001 taels of silver for burning and burying. It is at the White Egret Peak of Nanshan. I, Ghost Zhongdao, am waiting for your arrival and discussing funeral matters with you.]

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White Egret Peak of Nanshan is a hilltop two hundred miles away from the Ghost Killing Tower.

It is named because many egrets live here.

In the evening, the sky of Bailu Peak is covered with deep red clouds, reflecting the mountains and rivers, interweaving into a magnificent picture.

Yi Chen carried Yan Renhen's head and walked out of the formation, crushing the clouds in the sky.

Yan Renhen was indeed a cold and cautious person. In order to prevent fraud, he still brought a deputy building owner to prevent Yi Chen from provoking him so much, and set up a big formation at the foot of the mountain, letting Yi Chen enter the formation for a chat.

Yi Chen naturally followed suit.

He was not afraid that Yan Renhen would not come to see him. Even after being slapped in the face like this, he could still bear not to come to see him. Yan Renhen, the building owner, should not think about doing it.

The Ghost Killing Building should not think about gaining a foothold in the underground forces. Their people will have to sit at the table of children when they go out to take jobs and do things in the future.

After entering the formation, naturally, the two sides had a small quarrel. With reproduction as the bond, Yi Chen made a sincere speech to all the eighteen generations of female relatives of Yan Renhen~

After a full exchange of opinions, Yan Renhen, who couldn't stand it anymore, took the lead and summoned two old ghosts to have a little friction with Yi Chen, and the two sides became one.

The matter ended with Yan Renhen's side confused.

"I earned another 2,600 deep red points in total, which is comfortable."

"I didn't expect that old guy Yan Renhen had a high-quality spirit beast bag in his hand, which saved me a lot of money. He is also very nice~"

Yi Chen was like a killing god floating in the air, his sleeves fluttering, and patrolling in the air.

The insight into the activation of the supernatural power, combined with the excellent vision brought by the Yin-Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, sharp eyes looked for people who might be hiding in the surroundings.

A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Yi Chen said to himself: "How brave! There is really a little mouse that escaped and hid in the dark."

He turned his body and fell to the ground like a meteor, crashing into a place underground.

A little black fat man who was hiding underground with a strange magic weapon for protection suddenly looked desperate.

Under the huge pressure, his magic weapon for protection broke and turned into a pool of meat sauce.

As long as he killed enough people, no one would find out his identity.

Yi Chen looked up at the beautiful scenery in the sky, threw Yan Renhen's head to the ground, and walked away.

This is the way of hiding for him, Taoist Yi.

The bunker of the Blood Killing Building, night.

Yang Zuo Shi looked at the three bloody storage rings in his hand in shock.

Yi Chen patted his shoulder again and said meaningfully: "Do a good job, I have seen everything."

"If you work hard, it is not impossible for me to teach you the Giant Spirit Magic Skill in the future."

The Giant Spirit Magic Skill is the magic skill that the original Blood Killing Tower Master practiced. It has been lying in Yi Chen's storage ring, gathering dust and tattered.

However, the tattered thing in his eyes is now a precious treasure in the eyes of Yang Zuo Shi.

After painting a big pie for Yang Zuo Shi, Yi Chen turned around and returned to his secluded secret room.

Power is reflected with distribution, not to mention that Yang Zuo Shi's life is still in his hands. Yi Chen is not afraid that Yang Zuo Shi will doubt his identity.

Even if there is doubt, as long as he is a smart man, he will convince himself.

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After patting the spirit beast bag, Miaozi ran out of it, jumping around Yi Chen, and his joy was beyond words.

After killing Yan Renhen and his party, Yi Chen went to Nanshan County to take Miaozi back.

To his surprise, Miaozi did not mess around, but strangely hid on the beam of a painting studio to watch others paint, which made him a little confused.

After playing with Miaozi for a while, when it was late at night, Yi Chen took out the letter sent by King Xiaoyao and couldn't help but frowned slightly.

King Xiaoyao didn't know what he meant, but he actually posted a message to summon many leaders of the forces under the Wuyou Alliance to go to his Wuyou Mansion for a meeting.

Mr. Lu Xun once said, to go or not to go, that is a question.

After thinking about it for a while, Yi Chen decided to go.

Now that his cultivation has greatly increased, he dares to venture into Wuyou Mansion even if it is a dragon's pond or a tiger's den.

Besides, the millions of taels of deposit he had stolen from King Xiaoyao should also be dealt with.

He used the Blood Killing Tower very smoothly, but he still didn't want to throw it away too easily.

Of course, I heard that King Xiaoyao likes to hold fun banquets, and there are magic dances of demons to watch in Wuyou Mansion, which makes Yi Chen want to experience it for a long time.

"King Xiaoyao, the underground emperor of Jiangnan Road, an old thief, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Are you the purple devil from Jiangnan Road?"

Thinking of King Xiaoyao's strange mission of collecting human bones and the information that asked Gui Zhongdao to investigate him, Yi Chen felt that there must be a big secret in this person.

"Then, Pindao will come to meet you, King Xiaoyao."

Yi Chen stood up indifferently, and a little white light flashed from his fingertips, and then suddenly expanded, and the white light swallowed up all the evil things stored in the secret room like water waves.

More than eighty information streams flashed across his eyes like a screen.

"It's less than I thought. It's only a little over 1,100."

"But I have more than 3,700 crimson dots, so the progress is not bad."

"If King Xiaoyao is a human demon or has the cultivation level of the True King, what should I do?"

Yi Chen stood with his hands behind his hands, but he was lost in thought.

After a long time, a sigh sounded in the secret room, and sparks began to bloom from Lei Jade.

A Taoist priest was touching the switch with his teeth bared and his face twisted.

The limit cutoff is 199. There are already 600 words in total, and there are still 200 to go. I’m still waiting for the next chapter. Come on~

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Um, Chapter 225 has been reviewed, sorry.