The man suddenly retreated dozens of feet away. Red flames flew down his clothes and turned into scales. He held his right hand emptyly and a three-foot-long dragon spear emerged with the fire. At the same time, his figure skyrocketed and was a head taller than the dragon spear. He looked like an ancient god of war.

His expression was tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, and there was no trace of indifference.

Immediately, ripples were seen, and a figure slowly turned into reality. She was about thirty years old, with a face like jade, an aura like orchid, holding a fly whisk, wearing a Taoist robe, with a half-twisted bun, and black hair like a waterfall, but she was a beautiful Taoist nun.

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The Taoist nun walked directly in front of Zhu Ling'er, looked up and down carefully, and then gently swung the whisk to remove the restraints around her body, without even looking at the man from beginning to end.

Zhu Ling'er groaned softly and regained her freedom. However, her magic power was not flowing smoothly. The magic weapon under her body dimmed, and she was unstable and almost fell. But she saw a flash of purple light, and a purple lotus suddenly appeared, holding it up.

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Zhu Ling'er only felt that there was a steady stream of warm spiritual energy pouring into her body, which was of the same origin as her own magic power. As soon as it came into contact, it was like water and milk [blending], regardless of each other, her whole body felt comfortable, and her mind also calmed down.

Looking up again, he saw the Taoist nun looking at him with a gentle face. A Taoist figure as gentle as jade could not help but appear in his mind. Suddenly he had a clear understanding and his expression became complicated.

When the man saw that the Taoist nun was ignoring him so much, he couldn't help but get angry. However, he did not get angry. Instead, he said politely: "I don't know who is my friend? What's the purpose of coming here?"

The Taoist nun then turned around and glanced at him, and said lightly: "Purple Bamboo Forest, Qingye, we are looking for someone."

The man looked at Zhu Ling'er and said, "Fellow Taoist must have gained something. If you have nothing else to do, please leave quickly. A certain family has important things to do here."

When the Taoist nun heard this, she swept around, then swung her whisk lightly, and Zi Lian followed her and was about to leave.

Seeing this, Si Jinming felt anxious and shouted loudly: "Senior, wait a minute, these are members of the demon clan who want to kill us to vent their personal anger. How can we..."

Before he finished speaking, a stern expression flashed across the man's face, and Si Jinming screamed and turned into a shower of blood.

The man then said calmly: "The insects and ants are noisy. Fellow Taoist, please come."

Seeing this, the Taoist nun frowned slightly and showed displeasure, but she didn't say much and kept walking, still wanting to leave.

At this time, Zhu Ling'er bowed and said respectfully: "Uncle, stay here."

When the Taoist nun heard this, she turned around with a gentle smile and her eyes showed approval, but she didn't say anything and waited quietly for the next sentence.

Zhu Ling'er stood up, took a deep breath and said, "Everyone here is my best friend. Now his life and death are in his hands. I hope my uncle will lend a helping hand and save him."

The Taoist nun nodded, softly replied "Okay", then turned to the man and said calmly: "Fellow Taoist, I heard that, regardless of the cause and effect of what happened here, just leave."

After saying that, regardless of the man's reaction, he released everyone's restraints with a flick of the whisk.

Wang Qing and others immediately gathered behind the Taoist nun; Yuan Qing and Zhu Ling'er looked at each other and rushed towards Qiu Long with sword lights, took out the elixir and gave it to him, and then together with the Shangqing disciples, protected Qiu Long.

He also came behind the Taoist nun.

The man's face suddenly became extremely gloomy, and he was so angry that he couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted sternly: "If you don't drink a toast, you will have to drink a fine wine. I really don't think I have a good temper!"

As he spoke, he shook his hands and threw the dragon spear, which turned into a stream of red gold and struck the Taoist nun in a flash.

The Taoist nun gently tapped her hand, and a purple lotus rose slowly, just blocking the tip of the spear. It swiveled around, creating a huge suction force out of thin air, and bound it within a single glance. Then the purple clouds were so gorgeous that they took the dragon spear together and transformed.

The lotus seeds, which were about an inch in size, were put into the sleeves of the Taoist nun.

The man was horrified, because the gun was his life's most important thing, and now it was not only taken away, but the connection between his mind and heart became vague and almost severed.

Without hesitation, the man let out a long roar, and his figure grew by three points. His head grew short horns, his hands turned into sharp claws, his body appeared as a dragon's tail, and a layer of fine red scales grew on his skin, making him look like a half-dragon.

Immediately, Cangman's demonic aura soared into the sky. Without seeing what happened, it disappeared directly. Then it appeared on top of the Taoist nun's head as if teleporting, and mercilessly struck it down with a claw.

I saw a dragon claw about an inch in size appeared out of thin air, with clear lines and fine scales. It poured down with huge force, stagnating the nearby void.

The Taoist nun's spirit remained unchanged, her body did not move, she swept the whisk lightly, three thousand silver threads were rolled back, more than a thousand feet long, each root was as crystal clear as jade, sharp as a needle, and instantly penetrated the giant claw. The dragon scales were tough, but at this time they were as paper-like.

The paste generally cannot stop it at all.

There was a soft sound, and the dragon's claws scattered. Dust threads flew like silver snakes in the sky, and the man was tied up tightly in an instant.

A numbness hit him, and then he felt countless fine needles drilling into his body, blocking his magic power and sealing his [meridians]. The man suddenly became frightened and furious, and with a roar, he revealed a hundred-foot-long true dragon body, with long beards and four claws, and his whole body was golden red.

The dragon twisted its body and broke the fly whisk; it stepped on its four feet and soared straight up. As soon as it entered Qingming, thunder clouds followed, and then the thunder rolled like rain, and the dragon breath breathed fire, and the thunder and fire combined, and it seemed to have the power of destroying the world.

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"Oh, I also got a trace of Chizu's inheritance." The Taoist nun raised her eyebrows and said calmly, took out a purple leaf and tossed it up gently.

The purple leaves swelled in the wind, absorbing all the thunder and flames, and in a blink of an eye they were like a huge curtain, covering several miles in radius.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the red dragon swung its tail and wanted to escape. Unexpectedly, the purple leaves suddenly burst into heat and auras of light erupted, and together with the thunder and fire in the sky, they were captured by it, and there was no movement.

A change was like the rise of a rabbit and the fall of a falcon, and it was a foregone conclusion in a blink of an eye. At this time, a leaf covered the sky, and everyone's mind was swaying, sighing at the mystery of Taoism.

Qiu Long's face was pale, his eyes were gleaming, and the four characters "Transforming God into a True Immortal" appeared in his mind for a long time.

Not long after, the purple leaves fell on the Taoist nun's palm, and the man returned to his normal human form. He lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, behaved very respectfully, and the mark of a purple lotus between his eyebrows shone with rays of light.

"My mind is not at peace, and my anger is deep. I wanted to kill him here, but it is not easy to cultivate, so I will be punished as a servant for a thousand years. Are you willing?" The Taoist nun put away the purple leaves, her tone was light, but there was no doubt about her majesty.

The man bowed to the end and said respectfully: "Xiaolong is willing."

The Taoist nun nodded, then took out a purple bamboo token and hung it in the air.

The man understood immediately, gritted his teeth, and a small red gold dragon flew out from his heavenly spirit, circled briefly and then got into the token.

The red light shines brightly on the token, and a dragon pattern relief slowly appears on the empty token surface, with all its scales and claws, lifelike.

The man's expression suddenly became sluggish, and his breath dropped by half. He took out a golden pill from somewhere, took it, and stepped aside to adjust his breathing.

The Taoist nun took back the token, turned to give it to Zhu Ling'er, and explained: "This is the soul blood ban. After dripping blood to recognize the master, the banned person will know if he has any objections. Life and death can only be a matter of a thought. I am giving it to you on behalf of my senior brother."

Your apprenticeship ceremony."

Zhu Ling'er took the token, her expression became even more complicated. After much hesitation, she refined it in front of the Taoist nun. Suddenly, a feeling of fusion of blood surged into her heart. Her mind moved slightly, and what the man was thinking appeared in front of her eyes, as clear as the palm of her hand.

Observe patterns.

The man seemed to sense it and took a deep look at Zhu Ling'er, with a complicated expression in his eyes.

Seeing this, the Taoist nun said calmly: "Don't feel aggrieved. Ling'er's water-spirited body is also an innate Taoist body. The path to immortality is broad and she can expect to transform into a god. The chance of your five-clawed dragon body will probably lie with her."

Hearing this, the man hurriedly bowed down and prostrated: "I will protect you with all my heart, and I will never think of anything else!"

The Taoist nun nodded with satisfaction and turned to leave.

Yuan Qing blurted out "Ling'er" in desperation; Zhu Ling'er looked determined and prostrated on the lotus platform, calling "Uncle Master".

The Taoist nun ignored Yuan Qing, just turned around and looked at Zhu Ling'er, sighing faintly, but in an instant her face remained as usual, and she stood quietly in the void.

Everyone didn't understand why, and Zhu Ling'er didn't even dare to get up.

After a while, the man seemed to be aware of it and looked towards the horizon. The next moment, he saw two streams of light suddenly appearing, and in an instant they were in front of everyone. They were two Taoists, an old man and a young man: the old man was dressed in gray robes, with white hair and a childish face;

The young man is dressed in white and has a plain appearance.

When the people of the Shangqing Dynasty saw the old man, they hurriedly pointed their swords and saluted, and said respectfully: "I have seen the master."

Xuanyuan and the others were not slow to respond. They bowed and said, "I have met the leader."

The two of them paid no attention, but bowed to the Taoist nun and said, "Junior Wu Xuechuan,"

"Quyi,"

"I've seen the Immortal Qingye!"

The Taoist nun nodded slightly and said, "Get up."

After hearing this, the two stood up and then each signaled to their disciples to excuse themselves.

Qu Yi looked at Qiu Long, raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and threw a sword light into his body, and then turned to the man with cold eyes; Wu Xuechuan took half a step forward, raised his hand to him and asked: "You haven't asked for advice yet?"

The man cupped his hands and returned the greeting: "I, Ao Lie, have met two fellow Taoists."

"It's Taoist friend Ao. I don't know where you came from. Are you with the Immortal Qingye?"

Ao Lie was speechless for a moment, and while he was hesitating, he heard Qingye say lightly: "As soon as you enter the purple forest, the dust before you is like smoke."

Wu Xuechuan and Qu Yi looked at each other, bowed and said, "I sincerely abide by the decree of the Immortal."

Qingye ignored the two of them and turned back to Zhu Ling'er and asked: "Ling'er, have you thought about it?"

Zhu Ling'er replied respectfully without raising her head: "Ling'er sincerely asks Uncle Master to grant me five years of mercy so that we can complete our mortal relationship."

"Okay," the Taoist nun grabbed it with her empty hand, and the already refined ban flew into her hand with a "swish" sound. The purple clouds flashed, and they disappeared together with Ao Lie, leaving a piece of purple jade hanging on Zhu Ling'er's body.

In front of him, at the same time, a voice sounded faintly in his ears:

"The jade pendant can ensure safety for once; the purple lotus has been condensed into a magic weapon, and it is of the highest quality; the spiritual servant is of no use in the experience, and I will return it to you when you officially start, so that you can take care of yourself."

Zhu Ling'er bowed to the void with gratitude, then stood up and put away the purple jade solemnly.

Yuan Qing looked at Zhu Ling'er blankly, feeling disappointed, and all he could think about was the phrase "to complete the fate of this world".

Wu Xuechuan looked at Zhu Ling'er with a thoughtful expression on his face, then shook his hands and released a cloud boat, saying in a warm voice: "Come up, everyone. If you have anything to do, we'll talk about it back to the station."

Qu Yi didn't pay attention to Zhu Ling'er, but took a few more glances at Yuan Qing, but when he saw that he looked trapped by love, he cursed in his heart: "Humph, you have no future!"

The Xuanyuan disciples boarded the boat after being ordered to find a place to stay and adjust their breathing. The four Shangqing disciples stood behind the old man in solemn silence.

When Wu Xuechuan saw this, he smiled at the old man and said, "Master Qu, the space in the boat is quite large, why don't you let your disciples come together?"

The old man slightly cupped his hands and replied: "Thank you so much, Master Wu, for your kindness. One sword strike from my Shangqing disciple is enough. I'll take my leave." After saying this, the sword flashed and disappeared.

Wu Xuechuan hurriedly said: "Master Qu, wait a moment, what's going on here..."

"Headmaster Wu can make the decision by himself, the old man has no objection." He said that the person had disappeared, only the lingering sound was lingering.

Qiu Long, Zhou Shilai and others bowed to Wu Xuechuan and said solemnly: "Master Wu, I will take my leave." Seeing him nod, the four of them each raised their swords and left through the air.

Wu Xuechuan was silent for a moment, then returned to the Yunzhou, waved his hand and cast a spell, and disappeared into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

One day later, Beiliangshan.

It was night, on the top of the mountain, the girl looked peaceful and her dress was fluttering.

Not long after, a silver light flashed across, and a clear young man appeared, dressed in white as snow.
Chapter completed!