Chapter 161 The road is ruthless

Before the scolding ended, a green figure quietly appeared beside the civet cat, as if the soul had left the body, and also like a green ghost.

"Um?"

Zhao Buluan had a stern look on his face and subconsciously clenched the broken knife tightly.

When the outline of the green shadow suddenly became clear, he was surprised to find that the person who came was actually a young Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe.

——It was Mo Chuan who came galloping through the starry night.

As soon as Mo Chuanfang appeared, he stretched out his hand and pressed it on the civet cat. There was a faint light flickering in his palm. After a while, he shook his head helplessly and stood up, sighing:

"Looking at the majesty, I didn't expect it to be so unbeatable that it even lost its soul!"

But no, Mo Chuan has never seen this cat demon with a cultivation level of nearly a year, a terrifyingly loud tone, and the skill of making an ultimatum;

The method of blowing up and turning into a fierce tiger is even more like the method of Tiangang.

What a great opportunity!

Unexpectedly, such a fairy was not only killed by mortal warriors, but was not even able to become a ghost or immortal.

"……Thanks!"

The road is ruthless!

"This is true, but this person is not a local meritorious person, but a good believer from a neighboring town."

Mo Chuan was helpless when he saw this. He couldn't help you cheat, could he?

"Hahaha, fellow Taoist, it is unnecessary to say this. How can a poor Taoist be a narrow-minded person?"

This feeling is very complex.

Thanks to his long-term martial arts practice and strong Qi and blood, he was able to survive.

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"Lord God, have you noticed anything unusual?"

"It's now called the Three Scenery Sword. I got it in exchange for Taoism."

Mo Chuan kept the remaining one for now.

After saying that, he turned around and walked away, leaving Han Mancang alone, frowning for a long time, thinking about the meaning of the immortal's words.

After using soul-searching techniques to extract information, all that remained were all kinds of insults and taunts. There was no trace of the ultimatum method that Mo Chuan was most concerned about.

How amazing is Zhao Bujuan?

With the naked eye, a mortal body can fight a tiger with a single cut of a knife, but in the end he will die.

Zhao Bujuan nodded, and then he tried his best to lift his chin and rest it on the handle of the knife, trying to die with dignity.

"Returning to the Lord God, the surname of this meritorious family is Ji. A member of the family is an official in the state capital, and he is quite famous in the local area! In the past two days, there was an evil spirit in the house, and the family often had the same nightmare. After inviting the nearby Huang Guan Buddhist disciple

, I set up the altar and recited scriptures, but still no improvement. After hearing about our miraculous effect, I had no choice but to worship the incense."

At this time, Zhao Buluan, the first swordsman in Lingnan, had already put his chin on the handle of the sword, opened his eyes wide, his pupils were blurred, and his face was stiff.

Not long after Mo Chuan left, a remnant soul struggled to emerge from Zhao Bujuan's body, and a talisman of hook lingered on it.

"We are all happy together! The little old man can enter the Taoist gate, it is really because of the support of the immortal. At that time, I was ignorant, but today I know the power of the immortal. I am sincere and frightened. I am willing to hold the sword for the immortal to make up for the sin of the collision."

Even if he is very short of people.

Zhao Bulang became more and more ridiculous, and sighed for a long time: "The Taoist Immortal Law must be great, otherwise Han Mancang would never have sold his sword!"

"Hopefully!"

Master Fuluan was given the order, and thinking of Mr. Lin's respectful appearance, even though he had already seen through the warmth and coldness of human relationships, he still inevitably felt a little excited in his heart.

Mo Chuan sighed in his heart: "When Zhao Bumao is about to die, please ask the poor Taoist to give a message to his fellow Taoist."

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist, congratulations to fellow Taoist."

However, after all, it was a thousand-year-old evil spirit, and it was impossible to trust Mo Chuan. After some conversation, he went to verify the authenticity of the elixir.

On February 17, another incense blew my face.

…

"The Immortal has misunderstood! The little old man has wasted half his life, but now he has finally found the right path. He is willing to sweep the air for the Immortal and listen to the Dao."

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"So, this is the reason why Han Mancang gave up his sword and practiced Taoism?"

At this moment, Zhao Bulang, who was secretly on guard, suddenly exclaimed.

The next moment, he suddenly reacted and subconsciously rushed towards Mo Chuan.

He didn't know what the emerald green meatballs the cat demon gave him were?

But I think it's probably something that stimulates potential.

Fuluan Taoist waved his hand and said with an inscrutable expression: "You just avoid it, I need to cast a spell to verify it."

But it was the scholar who participated in the spring period. He was so frightened in the middle of the night that he knelt down in front of his couch, begging God and worshiping Buddha.

The first impression Zhao Bulang made was really bad.

Mr. Lin's words are concise and concise.

"Yes!" Mr. Lin stood up and looked at Fuluan Taoist with an extra look in his eyes.

Mo Chuan sat down at the table, took a closer look, and was surprised to find that the aging Han Mancang had already taken a bite of the light and officially entered the road.

The large piece of collapsed deep forest shook Zhao Bujuan's remaining soul away.

Before he finished speaking, there was a sudden "poof" sound and a mouthful of blood was vomited out.

"call out!"

Every day I either practice or refine elixirs and cook grass. Occasionally, when I feel like it, I practice sword control to avoid lack of tacit understanding when facing the enemy.

Lin Gong opened his mouth and focused on the key points first.

The two ghosts and immortals arrived at the residence of the Lord of Merit in just two quarters of an hour.

"The cat demon is dead, don't worry!"

Mo Chuan looked at this scene, and if he was touched, he couldn't bear to say:

You know, the civet cat could only take three or five moves under the Sanjing Sword before it was so frightened that it hit the wall and ran away!

I don’t know why the civet cat didn’t notice this detail?

No!

In fact, if he hadn't seen the civet cat die under Zhao Bugui's sword, Mo Chuan would have ignored it.

"Taofa?"

All the blood on his face was gone, all the strength in his body collapsed, and he fell to the ground with a "thud". If it hadn't been for the broken sword pillar, he might not have been able to save even the last trace of his dignity.

Being able to withstand thirty-one sword blows under the Three Scenery Sword, even though the sword was struck, it is enough to prove that he is extraordinary.

Zhao Bulang sneered.

The skin was torn and the flesh was torn, and the clothes were ragged and bloody, giving the appearance of someone dying of illness.

"Puff puff!"

Mo Chuan took a quick look and saw that it seemed to be a wealthy family member who had a nightmare and felt uneasy, so he burned incense and prayed for safety.

No, it’s only during the Lantern Festival in the first lunar month that a large amount of incense is offered to Ma Tou Xi in Banling Mountain. At the end of February, incense comes again.

Since becoming a ghost fairy, the evil spirit that was once invisible to the naked eye is now clearly visible.

The end is:

Fuluan Taoist nodded when he heard this, neither saying he would care about it nor saying he would not care about it.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the remnant soul left his body, he looked at the sky with a horrified face. The frightened and scorching sun was like a red furnace melting snow, burning up his remnant soul that was lucky enough to be gathered by the talisman of the ultimatum.

As agreed, one was delivered to Fengming Cave in person.

Mo Chuan then returned to his gentle and jade-like appearance, with an affable attitude, and sat down to talk with Han Mancang.

So fucking fucking awesome!

When the red sun first appeared and the light was shining slightly, Mo Chuan handed over his hands and said goodbye. As he left, he suddenly said: "By the way, have fellow Taoists found Zhao Bujuan's body?"

Mr. Lin came up and asked curiously.

"If you don't realize the great truth, you will end up in loess!"

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The scene is magnificent.

It has to be said that as his cultivation has grown, the incense that once required him to do it himself no longer requires a big fight.

Fuluan Taoist stroked his beard and smiled and said: "Get up, no need to be polite!"
To be continued...