"Shufa, you are actually a practitioner of both magic and martial arts!" The old Taoist with a goatee widened his eyes and shouted in surprise.
He was careless, he was really careless. Just now he saw that Xiao He's punches were so powerful that he could kill his disciples, so he subconsciously thought that Xiao He was just a warrior.
But he didn't expect that the other party was actually a warlock, and judging from the strength of his magic, he was probably not even lower than himself.
"Old man, do you still have any tricks? If you run out of tricks, I will take action." Xiao He said carelessly.
The blood evil aura of the goatee old Taoist just now made him understand that this old Taoist still has some goods in his hands. It would be great if he could force the old Taoist to release something similar.
The old man with the goatee was so angry that he blew his beard and stared. He had never been looked down upon like this in the decades he had been traveling in the world. "Arrogant kid, don't be so arrogant!"
"Okay, today I will let you see what the real Taoism is."
As he spoke, the old Taoist took out a somewhat yellowed talisman. This talisman looked very old, and the material seemed to be carved from the skin of some kind of monster.
It exudes a soul-stirring power. If an ordinary person sees this talisman, they will be suppressed and fainted just by looking at it.
As soon as he saw this talisman, a bright light flashed in Xiao He's eyes. He could feel that this talisman must be very powerful. He had just broken through to the realm of cultivating heavenly masters and wanted to test his own strength. He happened to use this talisman.
The old man will be the touchstone.
Therefore, he did not immediately attack Lao Dao, but allowed the other party to use the power of this talisman.
After the goatee old Taoist took out the talisman, he stopped talking nonsense. He held the talisman between his hands and recited a long list of mysterious spells in his mouth.
Finally, he shouted loudly, "Open the Thousand Souls Nirvana Talisman!"
As the old man said these words, suddenly, the talisman in his hand turned into a black light and rose into the sky. The black light instantly condensed into a magic circle with a radius of several feet in the air.
This array is composed of ten array diagrams. On each array diagram, countless mysterious lines are outlined with the souls of the dead. These lines carry a vast and terrifying aura, like towering towers.
The mountain of corpses is like a sea of blood.
At this time, the old Taoist with a goatee who was under the thousand-soul annihilation formation, with his long hair flying and his robes fluttering and tumbling up and down, was like the ghost king of hell. The power of countless souls filled his body. He was originally the peak cultivator of the law.
He briefly entered the realm of a heavenly master who practices law.
"Hahaha!" The old man laughed crazily. At this moment, he felt that he was stronger than ever before, as if he had endless magic power. In his opinion, Xiao He was like an ant that could be destroyed with a snap of his fingers.
"Boy, I will send you to death right now!" the goatee old man shouted unruly.
At the same time, he squeezed the magic formula in his hand, and a black flame as thick as the mouth of a bowl suddenly burst out from the Thousand Souls Nirvana Formation above his head.
As soon as the black flame appeared, it grew strangely long, gradually extended, and suddenly turned into a long snake of ink flames. Its tongues of fire were spitting out, dancing wildly in the air, and rolling toward the Xiao River.
It seems to have the attitude of swallowing up everything and burning everything.
Old Taoist Goatee Beard was very satisfied with this attack. This talisman was passed down from his master and contained thousands of souls. Even the leader of the Tianluo Sect did not dare to take this attack from him.
No matter how powerful Xiao He's magic is, at his age, he is probably only at the level of a real person cultivating magic, and he will naturally die from his own move.
Seeing this long snake of Mo Yan, Xiao He felt a little disappointed in his heart. It would be nice if he still had the same blood-evil aura as before. His Yin-Yang Pattern Yao couldn't absorb this Mo Yan!
Since it cannot be absorbed, then destroy it!
Xiao He stretched out his hand and waved, "Chichi!" A purple thunderbolt as thick as an adult's arm fell from the sky in an instant and struck directly on the head of the long snake.
The next second, the huge snake head was instantly chopped into pieces, and the fierce and terrifying long snake of ink flame disappeared into thin air.
The goatee old Taoist was shocked, "How could it be? How could this kid's thunder technique be so powerful? He could summon thunder and lightning without even forming a seal."
"Boy, are you from Longhu Mountain?" the goatee old man asked hurriedly.
The Zhang family in Longhu Mountain is now the leader of the Taoist sect. No matter whether they are on the right path or the evil path, they must be given some face. After seeing Xiao He's thunder method, Goatee Hu Dao subconsciously believed that Xiao He was a genius from the Zhang family who had gone down the mountain to experience.
If Xiao He was just a casual cultivator or an ordinary Taoist disciple, he would just kill him. But if Xiao He was from the Zhang family, he wouldn't even dare to give him ten courages.
"What the hell is Longhu Mountain? I am who I am, and it has nothing to do with Longhu Mountain." Xiao Heyun said calmly.
The Zhang family in Longhu Mountain was only established during the Three Kingdoms period, and Qi Bo was a figure from ancient times. Therefore, there is no record of Longhu Mountain in Xiaohe's inheritance.
"If you are not a member of the Zhang family, then you should die!" After hearing that Xiao He was not a descendant of the Zhang family, the old Taoist Goat Beard breathed a sigh of relief.
He formed another magic formula in his hand, "Boom!" The huge formation above his head started to rotate like a millstone.
Suddenly, a stream of black energy shot out from each of the ten formations, and the ten streams of black energy gathered together, eventually forming a huge black python as thick as a bucket.
This giant python's first two horns actually look like a dragon, its body is covered with scales like black crystal stone, and a pair of vertical pupils bloom with a strange light, which is breathtaking.
This is the most powerful blow that Old Dao Goat Beard can muster with all his strength to activate the Thousand Souls Nirvana Formation. Even if the real Zhang Family Celestial Master comes, he will probably be seriously injured.
"Boy, accept death!" The goatee old man stretched out his hand, and the giant ink-flamed python, carrying the power of destroying the world, rushed towards Xiao He.
Seeing that this old Taoist summoned such a powerful Black Flame Python with just one talisman, Xiao He couldn't help but think that during the battle with the Yin Ghost Sect member in the underground warehouse, that person's cultivation level was also lower than his own.
, but he also relied on magic weapons, which once made him very troublesome.
It seems that this Taoist sect with some foundation has many magic weapons!
But now he is not afraid at all, because he now also has a treasure that is as good as any magical weapon.
"Well done!" Xiao He shouted, then waved his right hand, and a golden ring on his fingertips instantly detached and spread out, turning into thirteen golden needles, flying on Xiao He's fingertips!
"This, this is the Golden Needle of the Ghost Gate!" Old Goat Beard's pupils shrank suddenly. The name of the Golden Needle of the Ghost Gate is not only famous in the medical world, but also has a reputation in the Taoist world.
"No!" Old Goat Beard hurriedly cast a spell to take back his attack, but it was already too late. With a thought in Xiao He's mind, the thirteen golden needles of the ghost gate flew towards Mo Yan like thirteen tiny flying swords.
The giant python flew away.
In front of the huge Black Flame Python, the Golden Needle of the Ghost Gate is like an ant in front of an elephant. However, it is this almost invisible ant that makes the Black Flame Giant Python unable to fight back at all. In an instant, a dozen feet long
The giant ink flame python turned into smoke and dispersed.
"Poof!" The goatee old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood. It was obvious that the giant ink flame python was broken, and he also suffered a lot of backlash.
Xiao He took one step forward, and in the next second he was in front of Old Dao Goat Beard. At this time, thirteen golden needles from the ghost gate were flying on Xiao He's fingertips again like flying butterflies.
In the eyes of the goatee old Taoist, this was very timid. He knew that as long as Xiao He was willing and moved his finger, he would be beaten to death by this ghostly golden needle. At this time, he had no idea of escape.
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"Plop!" said the goatee old man, kneeling in front of Xiao He without hesitation.