In the practice of **, there is a poem circulating: "Since I was young, I embarked on the dream of cultivating immortals. The path of Buddhism, Taoism and demons are different. The roads are bumpy and thorny, and the way of death is gone and dreams become empty. If there is a cycle of reincarnation in the next life, the supreme immortal skills are far behind, and I would rather end my life for a hundred years than go to the Taoist school in this life." (I have an advertisement for my personal Taobao men's clothing store: shop62349453 points taobao point com/, which contains play and some couple outfits, pants, etc. There is no way, change the dot in the website)

The road to cultivation of immortals is desolate and lonely things are impermanent. Once a practitioner embarks on the road to cultivation of immortals, he will not be able to turn back. He may become a peerless master, or die on the road to cultivation of immortals, and become a loess at the feet of others.

Just like the Qicai Taoist, he practiced the Tao for tens of thousands of years, and experienced countless risks. He was only one step away from entering the realm of a saint and enjoyed a lifespan of 100,000 years, but because he took one wrong step, his body died and his soul was gone, and his soul was scattered, and he didn't even have the qualification to reincarnate.

The grimace mother-in-law, the old monk, the ghost old man, are silent, and all have a kind of sad desolation of the death of a rabbit and a fox. Thinking back then, the grimace mother-in-law, the colorful Taoist, and the old monk, have met each other several times, and now the opponent of the past is dead in front of him, and it is inevitable that he will be sad.

The monks below were also silent because of the death of the Qicai Taoist. They usually looked like gods in the late Mahayana period, but now they die like this. The path to cultivating immortals is really unpredictable, and things in the world are impermanent.

The old man in the mountains held the pagoda in his hand and turned his head, his eyes red, looking at the grimaceful mother-in-law and others: "You still want to rob?"

Several people were silent. The old man in the mountains smiled strangely, put down the firewood on his back, and spread it into the air.

The firewood sprinkled by the old people in the mountains seemed to be alive, and did not land, and took root and sprouted directly in the air, with green trees forming shade.

"Be careful, this is the art of building wood into a forest." The old monk was very knowledgeable and immediately recognized the origin of this art. "It is said that in the extraordinary saint technique, there are two magics that have built wood into a forest, sprinkled beans into a soldier. The two magics are mysterious and unpredictable, with great power, one defense and one attack, which is perfect."

These dead branches take root out of thin air and make green trees look shaded. It is naturally a technique of building trees into forests. It is a bit late for a few people to escape.

"Hahahaha, you all will die by snatching me up with the immortal weapon."

"Old bald donkey, what should I do now? The technique of building wood into forest has surrounded us. If he uses the technique of spreading beans into soldiers, we will be exhausted to death." Several Mahayana had already given up their grudges in the later stages of the Mahayana period and joined forces to fight against the enemy. The powerful force of the old man in the mountains forced them to do this, and no one wanted to follow the footsteps of the colorful Taoist.

"The old man in the mountains is already crazy. As far as I know, it is difficult to show the power of a saint if the extraordinary saint is not reached. This technique is usually endured and cannot be released. When it is released again in the later stage of the Mahayana period and impacting the saints of the Feathering, the chance of success is much greater than that of us. It is also considered a top-notch magic skill in the world. If the old man in the mountains is so domineering, he must be in a devil. There is no other way, the art of building a wood into a forest is unparalleled. Even if we go out, we have to face the killer of the old man in the mountains. It is better to stay here and wait for the changes in the situation."

"It's light to say, how we can settle down under this spell is still a question."

"Hahahaha, once I get my magic, I won't have a day to go out. You can die." The old man in the mountains grabbed a handful of golden beans from the storage bag and sprinkled them into the woods, "Spread beans into soldiers."

I saw the golden beans emitted thousands of lights in the woods, transforming into golden armored war gods, holding a square painting halberd, wearing a golden crown, wearing golden armor, wearing golden belt, and wearing golden boots. They were like the legendary immortal guards, with majestic eyes and murderous aura.

"Sure enough, there are still be soldiers who sprinkle beans into battle. Only by cooperating with these two magics can they exert their true power, subdue the demon robe and cover it." The old monk shook out the robe and surrounded everyone. "This can temporarily resist the golden armored war gods."

"I thought this would resist my bean-scattering skills, which was too naive." The old man in the mountain stood above the heads of several people. He could see the situation in the woods clearly, but the old monk and the others could not see the old man in the mountain.

Each of the forty-nine golden armored war gods is equivalent to the mid-stage power of the Mahayana. The Fangtian Painted Salute in his hand broke into the sky and landed on the old monk's demon-subduing cassock. If a mid-stage Mahayana attack with all his strength, the old monk would definitely be disdainful, but if there were forty-nine, it would be enough to make the old monk's despise.

At the moment of being attacked, the old monk spitted out a mouthful of blood and shouted loudly: "Ghost-faced mother-in-law, come and help, use your dragon and phoenix piano to defeat these golden armored war gods one by one. You two also use your spiritual weapons to kill these golden armored war gods with all their strength."

The grimaceful mother-in-law didn't say anything. At this time, the few people were on the same boat. She took out the dragon and phoenix piano, sat cross-legged, gently stroked the strings of the piano with her jade hands, and the golden dragon and fire phoenix flew out and rushed straight to the golden armored god of war.

Shen Wanbai and the old ghost shadow dared not be negligent. Shen Wanbai took out a red paper umbrella, and the fire was surging on it. It was Shen Wanbai's top-grade spiritual weapon, the Fire Dragon Umbrella, which was refined from a trace of hell fire in the volcano. The umbrella opened and destroyed the world, and the fire burned the sky.

The old man ghost took out a black awl, called the poisonous dragon cone. It was made by the old man ghost who soaked the horn on the head of a unicorn in the poisonous dragon pond for thousands of years. As long as he was stabbed, he would become poisonous and attack his heart. It is a vicious weapon.

A dragon and a phoenix, an umbrella, and a cone flew out of the demon-subduing robes, strangled the golden armored war god so that they could not attack the robes.

The golden dragon, fire, phoenix, water and fire blended, and instantly killed a golden armored war god. The fire dragon umbrella was even more powerful. As soon as the big umbrella opened, it was not as good as the raging hell flames as imagined. There were only nine black flames that floated out of the umbrella and fell on the nine golden armored war gods.

In an instant, the nine gods of war turned into firemen, burning into ashes under the burning of hell fire.

The ghost old man's poisonous dragon cone was beaten back by the Golden Armored War God's Fang Tian Hua Ji. He never could touch the body of the Golden Armored War God. Everyone in the cassock couldn't help but look at him with suspicion.

The old man Ghost Shadow was indifferent. He saw that the Fang Tian Huaji of the Golden Armored God of War instantly turned black, and the black continued to spread, as if it was ink entering the water. When it reached the Golden Armored God of War, just two breaths, the Golden Armored Armor turned black. With a roar, the whole body turned into a pool of ink.

Sucking, Shen Wanbai was glad that he did not take out the cone when he was fighting against the old ghost.

Forty-nine golden armored gods were wiped out in one go. Ten of them were destroyed. The old monk's pressure was greatly reduced. His whole body was filled with monk's robes. A string of Buddhist beads on his neck floated up automatically. One hundred and eight Bodhis seeds were scattered around. Each Bodhis seed had a Sanskrit word and a Buddha, suppressing one side.

"Okay, I have already set up the Buddha's formation, and some fellow Taoists can have better blessings together."

The grimace mother-in-law took out a golden hairpin and threw it into the air. The golden hairpin drew a small galaxy around the demon-subduing robes. The golden armored war god was blocked by the galaxy and could not step in.

It was not until this time that everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man in the mountains who was standing in the air watching everyone performing, had a sneer on his lips, and his blood-red eyes kept flashing, which was extremely strange.

"You all have to die, and no one can escape. Anyone who dares to steal the immortal weapon from me will die."

It turned out that the green bamboo stick he held in his hand reached the top of everyone's heads in the blink of an eye. With a fairy sound, the green bamboo stick knocked on the small Milky Way three times in a row. The whole Milky Way flew backwards, and the grimaceful grandmother-in-law was pulled and was injured internally.

The little Galaxy was broken so easily, making everyone's hearts sink. It was also a top-grade spiritual weapon, which was used by the old man and the grimace mother-in-law in the mountains, and the difference was quite different, just like a child holding a knife and an adult holding a knife, with completely different results.

After breaking the small Milky Way, the power of the green bamboo stick increased again. One stick hit the demon-subduing robes. The old monk sat cross-legged, his clothes swelled. The demon-subduing robes were sunk by the green bamboo stick, and the old monk's monk ran down as well.

"Something is a trick", the old man in the mountain threw out a hatchet again, turning into a golden light and slashed it down. Everyone heard a crack in his ears. The top-grade spiritual weapon, the Demon-Subduing Cassock, was split in half by the golden light. Looking at the old monk, a long scratch on the monk's robe also revealed, just like the crack on the Demon-Subduing Cassock. A wound was left on his chest, and blood was gurgling.

"Death", the old man in the mountain drew two circles of the green bamboo stick and knocked one hundred and eight times on the heads of one hundred and eight floras. With each knock, the golden Buddha burst, and even the Bodhi seeds in it were broken and turned into a wisp of dust.

"How could this old man in the mountains be so powerful?" A green bamboo stick and a hatchet were invincible. Even the top-grade spiritual weapons of the two were broken, and the old monk's string of Buddhist beads turned into dust, and there was no possibility of repair.

"He is already crazy, and his mind is controlled by the inner demon. He is only separated from the Yuhua Saint. If he breaks through this wall, he is a saint. But after being controlled by the inner demon, there is no hope of breaking this wall." The so-called great goodness becomes a Buddha, the old monk sighed while the old man in Weishan was crazy.

"What should I do now? As soon as the Galaxy breaks, those golden armored war gods are coming."

"Amitabha, the old man in the mountains is too strong. Even if the four of us are not rivals, I can't think of any way. It seems that we can only fight with the old man in the mountains."

"Fight with me, do you have this ability?" The voice of the old man in the mountains suddenly appeared behind everyone, but everyone did not notice it.

The sudden sound made several people look back quickly.

But it was too late. The old man in the mountains hit the old man with a palm. The old man's gray shadow gradually solidified and finally turned into a man in a gray robe with a black mask.

The mask was shattered, revealing a very beautiful face that was inverted and inverted by all beings. It was no worse than Ji Xian'er at all. However, this face was now extremely pale, and a bloodline flowed from the corner of his mouth. All five internal organs in his body were shattered, and the meridians were gone. There was still a hint of unwillingness in his slowly enlarged pupils.
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