I was really a little confused. The young Taoist priest in Qingyi seemed to be about the same age as me. Why did he talk about 30 years ago?
Qing Yi glanced at me and did not answer my question, but the expression on his face did not look like he was joking.
I couldn't help but secretly whisper in my heart, could what he said be true?
What he means is that he was seriously injured after a battle thirty years ago. A conservative estimate is that even if he was 20 years old at the time, he would be at least 50 years old today, 30 years later, but why does he still look like he is in his 20s?
Year old.
Isn't this guy a monster who has become a human being?
How can a normal person take care of himself like this? A 50-year-old still looks like a young man.
However, the current situation was not the time to ask such a question, so he quickly turned his attention to the red dragon opposite.
After Chilong's arm was cut off by Qing Yi's sword energy, his soul suddenly became much weaker, but the violent aura in his body increased sharply due to this.
"I want you to die!"
He roared angrily and turned back into his previous normal appearance. Unfortunately, his soul was chopped off, and he lost his left hand.
He raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, and his voice spread far away like gold and stone.
Soon there was a response not far away, and lonely ghosts floated towards this side from a distance.
"No, he's summoning a lonely soul!" The expression of the little Taoist priest in green changed.
"What should we do now?" I was also a little anxious.
"I'll try to hold him back, you leave quickly." The little Taoist priest in green still urged me to leave.
"What will you do if I leave?"
"It is my duty to eliminate demons, defend morality, and defend the common people. I have been prepared for it long ago..."
"Okay, stop it, I can't stand others risking their lives to save me. Who do you think I am, Zhang Jiuyang?" My face sank, and I interrupted the little Taoist priest in green.
Qingyi Xiaodao's mouth moved slightly, but he said nothing more. He held the long sword in his hand and slowly stood up straight.
At this time, a lonely wild ghost had appeared next to Chilong. Chilong stretched out his hand and grabbed it, then opened his big mouth and bit off its head in one bite.
This lonely wild ghost didn't even let out a scream, but just belched.
On the contrary, the aura on Chilong's body increased by one point.
After a few more mouthfuls, the red dragon swallowed the whole lonely ghost, and its momentum became even more violent.
"We can't let him swallow it anymore!"
The little Taoist priest in green suddenly pointed his finger at Chilong, and the green sword in his hand flew out of the air and shot directly at Chilong's head.
Chilong sneered, and at some point he grabbed a thigh-thick tree trunk in his right hand. He swung it forward and knocked the blue sword away.
A section of the tree trunk as thick as a thigh was also cut off.
The long sword buzzed, and after spinning a few times in the air, it slashed towards the red dragon again.
Just like that, the two fought together again.
However, this time the little Taoist priest in green was obviously at a disadvantage. After a fight, his face turned pale due to the onset of old injuries on his body, and he spit out two more mouthfuls of blood.
But Chilong didn't get much benefit from escaping. He seemed to be very afraid of Tsing Yi's long sword.
I saw an opportunity, gritted my teeth, and rushed towards the red dragon with the four layers of thunder seals I carried.
The thunder seal hit the red dragon's body solidly, the lightning exploded, and the blood and energy all over the red dragon's body suddenly disappeared.
Chilong let out a scream, and slapped me directly with his huge palm. I couldn't dodge and was slapped hard on my body.
Suddenly, as if I had been hit by a car, I flew backwards and hit a small tree hard.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my heart, my throat was sweet, and blood overflowed from my mouth.
How perverted!
This shocked me. The gap between the two sides is so huge!
"Are you okay?" the little Taoist priest in green asked without looking back.
"I can't die, what should I do now?" I looked a little anxious.
He was obviously at the end of his game.
The young Taoist priest in green gritted his teeth and said, "There is another way!"
"What can I do?" I asked quickly.
"Please God!"
"Please God?"
"Yes, I'll hold him back while you come and ask God!"
I was a little confused at once. The art of inviting gods is a unique Taoist spell, and it is a high-level spell. It is different from the dancing masters in the Northeast. The authentic Taoist magic of inviting gods has never been spread to the outside world. I have only heard of it.
The little Taoist priest in green seemed to have expected such a scene.
"I'll teach you, do as I say!"
As he spoke, he waved his hands quickly, and in the blink of an eye, there were three more incense sticks and a copper cup on the ground in front of me. After a flash of flame, the three incense sticks burned.
"Zhang Jiuyang, listen carefully. The situation is urgent and it is impossible to write a pardon order. Therefore, the nameless god is invited. The god invited has no fixed identity, so it is likely to fail. It is also possible to invite evil gods, or even some messy evil gods. You have to
Be mentally prepared. If you can't succeed, don't force it. If you see an evil god you don't know, exit immediately and don't invite him back. Be careful, it's easy to invite a god but hard to send him away!!"
The little Taoist priest in green explained with great solemnity.
I was already very nervous, but when he said this, I felt even more unsure. Forget it if I failed later, what if I really wanted to invite the evil god as he said?
After all, the magic of inviting gods uses the body of the caster as a medium, and one mistake may damage the foundation, or even kill me.
If you invite another evil god, it will be over if you can't send it away.
Before I could think about it, the little Taoist priest in Qingyi had already started explaining.
I had no choice but to brace myself, bit my middle finger, and dripped the menstrual blood into the copper cup.
Blood dripped inside, and I realized that the copper cup was actually filled with wine, and the blood quickly melted away.
"Sit down cross-legged, the spiritual platform is empty, and hold Yuan Shouyi..." Qing Yi continued.
I didn't dare to neglect, so I quickly sat on the ground as he said, closed my eyes, tried to calm down and get rid of the distracting thoughts in my mind.
Then, he began to chant along with his mantra.
According to the requirements, the mantra for praying to God needs to be recited three times in a row. When I recited it for the first time, I didn’t feel anything in my heart, and I couldn’t eliminate the distracting thoughts in my heart.
It wasn't until I recited it for the second time that I felt much better, my mind became clear, and the sounds from the outside world seemed to disappear.
I still didn’t feel the state of wandering into the heavens that the little Taoist priest in Qingyi said.
Then came the third time.
This time I recited it almost subconsciously, and my whole body was indeed in the state of keeping one's soul in the spirit platform during the Qingming Festival.
This is the first time I have felt this feeling. It feels very strange, as if my soul has left the body and is floating between heaven and earth.
I don’t know how long it took, but I suddenly came to a misty place, which seemed to be a huge open-air stone platform, dozens of feet in size.
I stood in the center of the stone platform, surrounded by strange fog, and the color of the fog in each direction was different.
Some are gold, some are black, some are red, and some are green...
Anyway, it’s a mess with all kinds of colors, and it feels like a dream.
I looked at the mist, but felt extremely nervous. This place should be the legendary altar for praying to the gods.