Lin Li and others, as well as the monks who practiced Taiping Dao, all looked stunned, and immediately thought of the same possibility almost at the same time. Their thoughts were logical. In this era, those who have reached the strongest level in practicing Taiping Dao are undoubtedly these evil cultivators.
The man behind the monk.
The Taiping Taoist said almost subconsciously: "Have you ever seen us and other Taoist masters with your own eyes?!!"
Lin Li and He Yangwen's vigilance rose to the highest level almost instantly.
But I saw the museum owner shaking his head and saying:
"Tao Master? He is not worthy."
The expression on Lin Li's face froze slightly.
As if falling into silence.
But in the bottom of her heart, there were already waves of waves, recalling that the museum owner's natural and confident answer was almost a matter of course.
He doesn't deserve it...
It was a tone that left no room for doubt.
It seems to be saying how can the stars be so calm and determined compared to the sun.
Who is he... Lin Li whispered silently, and after the Taiping Dao monk was stunned for a moment, he became furious, as if to resist, and said angrily:
"What did you say?"
Wei Yuan pressed the muzzle of the gun in his hand, and pulled the trigger without changing his expression. Generally speaking, when he used firearms, he would mobilize the magical power of the golden feathered bird, so that his eyes would be as accurate as an eagle, but it didn't work this time, so close.
The distance, coupled with the strength of the practitioner, there is no need to worry about not being able to suppress the gun.
Even if it was him, there was no possibility of missing the mark.
The man's shoulders and thighs burst with blood. He groaned in pain and fell to the ground, his face turning pale instantly.
There were soldiers transformed from Fu Dou surrounding them. Wei Yuan held the eight-sided Han sword in both hands and violently slashed horizontally. These were not yellow scarf warriors at all, but in the ordinary sense, they were soldiers formed by scattering beans and Taoist magic.
Facing Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, he was defeated with overwhelming force.
As for the two yellow scarf warriors, without their controllers, the remaining spirituality began to dissipate, and finally turned into smoke and disappeared, leaving only two talisman beans that had lost their special characteristics and dispersed in the wind.
Wei Yuan felt a little regretful and quickly collected his thoughts.
He raised his hand and chopped off the eight-sided Han sword in his hand.
There was a faint green color in the depths of his pupils.
Its speed and strength were blessed by the power of the Jinyu Bird Demon. In just ten seconds, it captured several Taoist Taoists who had lost their fighting spirit one by one. It immediately released the connection with the Jinyu Bird Demon Power, and quickly calmed down the churning inner breath with its own Taoism.
, although it is possible to borrow demonic power, it has its limitations.
You can't use it for too long, and you can't use a level of demon power that exceeds your limit.
Otherwise, there is a certain probability of being counterattacked by the demonic power and causing a demonic transformation.
Feathers will start to grow from the center of the eyebrows, and the eyes will turn blue, like a demon.
And just when Wei Yuan exhaled a little and regained his breath, suddenly his heart suddenly suddenly felt and the hairs on his back stood up.
suddenly
A gust of wind suddenly rose. This sudden storm covered a huge area, directly covering everyone around it, and even farther away. The world was dim, Wei Yuan's expression changed slightly, and the eight-sided Han sword in his hand was clanging.
It screams and nails into the ground to stabilize its movement.
What came to mind was a secret magical power among Taiping Taoism, Flying Sand and Moving Stones, ranked among the Tiangang Techniques. To use such magic and magical power, the person who came was obviously from Taiping Taoism, and he was the kind with a high level of cultivation.
Under the raging wind that was comparable to a tornado, no one was free.
Each of them looked for ways to stabilize themselves and avoid the strong wind.
A black shadow swept over from a distance. It was a middle-aged Taoist. His face was pale and he was obviously injured. However, he still moved quickly and arrived here in an instant.
With the influence of the strong wind, he directly summoned the metal box that sealed the Zhangjiao Nine-section Staff, held it in his hand, and immediately ignored the Taiping Dao disciples around him, harnessed the strong wind, and ran away in an instant.
Wei Yuan's face was solemn. It seemed that on the battlefield where the elders of the two sides fought, Taiping Dao gained the advantage at any cost. He noticed that the Taoist's aura was unstable, and under the surprised gaze of everyone, he pulled out the Eight-sided Han Sword. It was originally a buckled sword.
The clothes in the style were blown open, the hem of the clothes was flying, and the sword case and piano case were faintly humming behind the back.
Immediately, his pupils turned green and suddenly split vertically.
The storm dispersed suddenly as it rushed towards Wei Yuan.
Only the hem of the clothes is pointed backwards.
He leaned forward slightly, taking advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach. At this moment, an illusory figure suddenly appeared on the narrow road ahead. Unlike the previous yellow scarf warrior, this figure wore some old and broken armor.
He looked miserable.
But he also had a yellow scarf tied on his forehead, and also on his arms. There were ferocious wounds on his face, and there were many arrows inserted upside down, but he still stood firmly in front of Wei Yuan, swinging the weapon in his hand, his eyes
Chihong shouted angrily:
"Stop with someone!!!"
With a loud shout, the aura of brutal killing on the battlefield was instantly strong and rushed towards his face.
He Yangwen's face turned pale.
The heart beats wildly.
The Five Thunder Qi he had accumulated was shattered by this loud roar.
After all, Wei Yuan had read a lot of classics and knew that this was probably a remnant of the soul, similar to an obsession, but it was not a ghost.
Ghosts are obsessed with immortality, and this type of obsession means that they have died calmly without any regrets, but the obsession at that time was strong enough and hot enough to stay in this world for life, without self-will, and only knew how to complete it.
The goal that remains in the obsession.
This is Guangzong, and the Yellow Turban Army once fought here.
I just didn't expect the Taiping Dao monks to have such means.
Wei Yuan saw that the Taoist who was leaving with part of the nine-section staff was getting further and further away. He raised his sword in his hand, and the sleeve of a Taiping Taoist next to him was torn off. Wei Yuan tied the piece of yellow cloth around his head.
Go up, and then just keep your head down and run forward.??!
Lin Li and the other three were dumbfounded, feeling ridiculous in their hearts.
This is the obsession of the fighting soul, and it is blocked by the influence of Taoism and its recovery.
It's so easy to fool him...
Wei Yuan, wearing a yellow turban, passed directly by the remnant soul of the Yellow Turban general who was wearing a fierce aura. When he ran over, the extremely cruel-looking Yellow Turban general waved his left hand violently, which made Wei Yuan's heart skip a beat.
The former just grabbed the yellow scarf off his head and did not harm him.
Everyone saw Wei Yuan stepping on his feet to avoid the remnant soul of the Yellow Turban Army, which Taiping Dao regarded as a backhand.
Then he straightened his feet against the wind, held the long sword diagonally in his hand, and rushed forward without even looking back.
Lin Li, He Yangwen and Zhao Jianbai's thoughts were stagnant.
Is this okay?!
Zhao Jianbai, who was in his thirties, calm and stern, was stunned, and then he tore off a yellow scarf from the Taiping Taoist and tied it to his forehead. He then pinched the Taoist sword with his hand, held his breath, and walked over cautiously, but he only got seven steps away.
Inside, the yellow scarf fighting spirit suddenly had an evil spirit in his eyes.
Zhao Jianbai's complexion changed, and his heart felt cold.
Almost instinctively, he rolled back and retreated, but at this moment, the knife had been slashed hard.
It's like the ancient battlefield has returned to the earth.
It was just a slash with a knife, which contained the evil energy that can only be understood after experiencing cruel battles. It hit Zhao Jianbai's soul hard, making his face turn pale, and making his palms tremble uncontrollably due to instinct, making him unable to stabilize his state of mind.
If the reaction was any slower, he might even be killed on the spot.
It took him a few breaths to come back to his senses. His face was pale and he was frightened. Immediately, he was puzzled as to why the museum owner could use the same method but not himself. He almost ended up being exposed to the fighting soul knife...
The Yellow Turban Army, who looked simple and honest in appearance but had a fierce fighting body, stood solemnly with their swords in both hands.
The solemn aura seemed to be filled with thousands of troops, and it was extremely determined and no one was allowed to pass.
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The Jinyu harpy's power can naturally control the wind.
With the blessing of such wind demonic power, Wei Yuan's speed continued to increase.
The middle-aged Taoist had been injured before. Although he succeeded in seizing the opportunity regardless of the cost, Zhengyi's Taoist skills were not so easy to master. He damaged his foundation and was caught up by Wei Yuan in a short time.
The Taoist's face was almost bloodless, he gritted his teeth and used Spreading Beans to Create an Army again.
Intent to stop Wei Yuan.
But the soldiers who appeared this time had a sinister aura.
It doesn't look like an authentic Taoist sect, but rather seems to have been refined using a soul sacrifice, and has a bit of the coldness of leftist evil arts.
The Taoist's aura also dropped in an instant. He kept moving, opening the metal box in his hand, taking out the nine-section staff, and then took out another object from a long box behind him, which was the nine-section staff.
On the other part of the staff, a hint of red appeared on the Taoist's pale and bloodless face.
Wei Yuan held his sword and killed all the Yin soldiers.
These inferior Yin soldiers are no match for him.
However, even if they are just cultivated in the left-handed way, they still possess the most basic characteristics of this Taoist magical power. With more, they can defeat less, even if a single cultivation level is not enough, there are too many, and in Weiyuan's rapid
During the time when he was approaching the Taoist, the Taoist had already brought two pieces of the nine-section staff closer.
Wei Yuan finally understood Taipingdao's plan.
They were not stupid, they had already seen through the plan of the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind it, and knew it was a trap, but they still jumped in decisively, and even stopped the Taoist elders at all costs to forcefully eat the bait.
appearance.
Then, when dealing with the elders of the Taoist sect, they also tried to seize the slightest opportunity regardless of the cost.
Wei Yuan originally had doubts in his heart. Even if Taiping Dao took away the part of the nine-section staff owned by the Taoist sect regardless of the cost, the elders of the Taoist sect would arrive soon. By then, the middle-aged Taoist who had lost his trump card and was seriously injured would be different.
Certainty of death?
At present, it seems that this Taiping Taoist has directly brought another part of the Nine-section Staff.
These spiritual treasures are capable of self-healing and can naturally return to a complete state.
At that time, with the complete nine-section staff in hand, like a disciple of Tianshi Dao holding a male and female dragon and tiger sword, like a disciple of Shenxiao Sect holding the Jade Book of Shenxiao, there will be a high enough possibility to break out of the siege and take this treasure with him.
Go to a safe place. As for the lost Talisman beans and disciples, they are nothing compared to the Nine-section Staff.
One is the mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole behind.
One is to build the plank road openly, secretly attack the old warehouse, and burn the cauldron and sink the boat in a last-ditch battle.
They are all old foxes...
However, it seems that Zhengyi still underestimated Taipingdao's determination to obtain the Nine-section Scepter.
But just when this thought arose in Wei Yuan's mind, the bright red color on the middle-aged Taoist's face faded, and the two nine-section staffs in his hands could not be healed at all. The Taoist looked at the nine-section staff that he had taken from the Weiming Sect.
The staff, with a livid complexion, suddenly shouted angrily and slammed the nine-section staff to the ground.
The nine-section staff that had been transported all the way suddenly shattered into powder.
Wei Yuan was slightly startled, and then he came to his senses.
is fake?!!
But it was still real when it was transported to Wei Mingzong... When I went down the mountain, or did I drop the bag when I got off the high-speed rail? The metal box was not to conceal the smell at all, but to prevent it from being found to be fake?
Wei Yuan opened his mouth and was speechless.
So, the old Taoist priests of Zhengdao had already spotted the middle-aged Taoist's last stand, so they simply came to replace the prince with a civet cat? No...it was a waste of money.
Let Taiping Dao risk his own money, but he got a fake.
Wei Yuan felt that if it were him, he would have the desire to kill people now...
He thought of those kind and polite old Taoist priests and whispered with emotion.
They are all vixens.
However, since the other half of the nine-section staff was also there, Wei Yuan did not intend to let it go. He collected his mind, waved the sword in his hand, and moved forward step by step. He gathered his breath and defeated the Yin soldiers one by one. The middle-aged Taoist
He had already lost his original energy before, but now he forced himself to use Spreading Beans to Create an Army. His aura was extremely weak, and his eyes were now ashen.
Seeing the disintegrated nine-section staff, he suddenly laughed maniacally.
"Okay, okay..."
"What a plan!"
"I have fallen into trouble today, but at least I will take your young disciples with me on the journey."
He raised his hand and suddenly took out a simple yellow talisman.
There are crooked lines on it.
There seemed to be an extremely deep sound of thunder rumbling and exploding.
This is an ancient talisman.
Wei Yuan looked at the talisman and was startled, then his pupils shrank slightly.
The groggy feeling from before reappeared, and images flashed quickly before my eyes.
………………
"This is the Thunder Talisman..."
The young Taoist smiled, but his face was no longer as excited and calm as when he first came down the mountain, but with a kind of concentration that others, even brothers, could not understand. There were no longer dimples on his cheeks. He rarely
I really smile from the bottom of my heart again.
He couldn't laugh.
He pointed to the table.
"You draw it like I do, Bai Qi, A Yan, you take care of these junior brothers."
Among the many disciples adopted by the young Taoist, two young men stood up.
He has many, many, many disciples, far exceeding his original dream. However, the reason why he accepts disciples is no longer to teach the Dharma, but because if he doesn't care, these people will starve to death somewhere.
, so he walked all the way, just to save people, but more and more people followed him.
Among the many disciples, there was a pale, rather weak child who kept coughing.
Because he was weak, the talisman he drew was a little distorted. His face turned red and he wanted to rub the talisman, but the young Taoist stopped his movement. The child coughed and said:
"Great Master, this talisman is not painted well..."
The young Taoist rarely laughed, and said: "No, it's painted. Some people say that talismans are a way to communicate with ghosts and gods. This is correct, but how can the ghosts and gods of heaven and earth understand the writing of mortals? Besides, what the original people drew
Who is the symbol modeled after?"
"The so-called runes are the words of the heart. If you adhere to Chicheng, you can become a law."
He reached out and brushed it against the apparently ineffective talisman.
Then the twisted lines lit up.
The young Taoist put his hand on the top of his head and rubbed it:
"The Tao has no rules. You have to remember that you should keep this talisman to protect yourself..."
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The scene passed by quickly and collapsed quickly. Wei Yuan paused, his thoughts were in a trance, and he was almost injured by a Yin soldier. It was his body's instinct to raise his hand and defeat the Yin soldier with a sword, and he avoided this disaster.
At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already begun to cast curses.
The ancient Taiping Dao spells are different from the modern Tianshi Dao talismans.
There are matching Taoist seals.
Thunder exploded all around, and there was a roaring sound in the air. With a feeling of panic, Lin Li and others who were quite embarrassed at the moment rushed over. I don’t know what method they used to barely pass.
Breaking the blockade of the Yellow Turban Fighting Spirit.
When he came over, he saw the ancient talisman that was starting to activate, and his expression suddenly changed.
Subconsciously retreating, Shenxiao sent He Yangwen to see that Wei Yuan was still going forward, and subconsciously shouted:
"return!"
"This is not the modern Five Thunder Technique, this is an ancient urn used in ancient battlefields!"
"Specialized to restrain the evil spirits of military strategists, it will cover a large area and you can't avoid it!"
Seeing that the thunder almost turned into a ball, Wei Yuan stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and when the middle-aged Taoist cast the curse, he used one hand to seal the dots on the other side of the yellow talisman in an extremely skillful yet unfamiliar manner.
The thunderous energy suddenly had a tendency to become quiet.
The middle-aged Taoist raised his head suddenly, in disbelief. After a breath of delay, he quickly and quickly set off seals to detonate the magical power of the yellow talisman seal. Wei Yuan also set up seals on his side, corresponding with the opposite Taiping Dao seals. With one breath faster, he would be born.
Suppress the movement of lifting the talisman.
The middle-aged Taoist man just clings to life.
At this moment, he gritted his teeth and simply opened his mouth to spit out the essence and blood, trying to use the blood to activate the talisman.
Wei Yuan raised his hand and pressed it against Huang Fu.
Soaked in the essence and blood, two more strokes were added.
Huang Fu was completely quiet.
He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hand. Lin Li and the other two were lost in thought. The middle-aged Taoist stepped back, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief. He looked at the hem of his black clothes, slightly brushed back, and looked at him.
There was a sword case and piano case behind him, and his eyes widened.
He wanted to do it again, but because he forcibly used the life force to cast a curse, the life force quickly disappeared. Blood flowed from his mouth, and he whispered unwillingly and resentfully.
"Why is there no effect..."
"Why!"
Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:
"This talisman..."
"I drew it."
The middle-aged Taoist's eyes narrowed and he saw the lines on the yellow talisman. Some were twisted and some were strong, but they were strangely harmonious. It was as if the handwriting of the same person at different times, immature children and powerful youths, had been reconnected across thousands of years.
Zheng
And in the eyes of this man who gradually dimmed and couldn't describe in words, he lost his vitality and died. The nine-section staff fell from his hand and was stuck upside down on the ground. Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes and did not immediately touch the nine-section staff in this situation.
Staff, he turned his head and saw the three people behind him who were absent-minded. They looked calm and said:
"Where will this nine-section staff be placed?"
The three people subconsciously replied: "After it is repaired in the capital, it will be sent to the Tianshi Mansion."
Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, turned around, and put the sword in his hand back into the sword case.
"Then, how about I take a look when the time comes?"
Zhao Jianbai instinctively straightened up slightly and answered subconsciously:
"……yes!"
The young-looking museum owner nodded, carrying his piano case and sword case on his back. He seemed to be ignoring the kneeling Taiping Road behind him and the nine-section staff stuck upside down on the ground. He stepped across the ground that was scorched due to the power of thunder, and walked across.
The three Taoists said softly:
"Well, thank you."
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