Just when he wanted to bend down, a strong fishy smell came from behind.

Demonic spirit!

Without any hesitation, Yang Cang's right hand suddenly twisted and thrust out toward the back, as straight as a spear.

The five senses of practitioners are extremely strong, and after condensing the Nascent Soul, the sixth sense has reached the level of foresight. This also makes their sense of danger so strong that they cannot control it. In many cases, when a crisis occurs, they cannot think and the body will automatically fight back.

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Some strong physical practitioners can even become unconscious and still be able to fight physically.

Yang Cang felt the demonic aura coming from behind him that was comparable to his own, and he did not hesitate to take action with all his strength.

A cold light flickered at the fingertips, and the surrounding air froze, and the divine light of six talents was seen breaking through the air.

Six Talents Divine Light, Taoist Secret Technique.

Boom!

The moment Yang Cang turned his head, he only saw the body of a big snake being penetrated. The divine light of the Six Talents ruthlessly penetrated all defenses, leaving no room for resistance.

He felt the magic in it. The so-called six talents: talent, talent, luck, talent, talent, spirit, and heaven and earth. They are the energy of heaven and earth and their supernatural powers.

Looking at the pile of minced meat in front of me, an indescribable feeling of pleasure surged into my heart.

How could he possess such power in fighting?

As soon as this thought came out, Yang Cang immediately suppressed it. He quickly counted the weather with his fingers to suppress the throbbing in his heart.

Suddenly, a powerful aura from the distance approached quickly.

A murderous and protective beast, a great enemy.

A trace of cause and effect emerged from the bottom of his heart, Yang Cang's face darkened, and he wanted to run away, but the next second a figure appeared above him.

The person who came was dressed in gray, with an angry face and a demonic aura. He was a male demon cultivator with an ugly face.

To cultivate the golden elixir, practice the demonic power and let the turbid energy enter the body and disfigure the face. Either take the recovery elixir or be promoted to the Nascent Soul.

The practice of magic skills is fast, but it is also accompanied by various problems.

Yang Cang didn't care about these, he was more concerned about how to escape. The opponent was at the Golden Core stage, and he had just been hit hard and only had the cultivation level at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The demon cultivator glanced at the snake demon that turned into mud, and then stared at the old man below with cold eyes, a little afraid, but more angry.

"This fellow Taoist is an ignorant beast, why don't you spare his life? This is the foundation of my practice. I spent 61 kinds of precious medicinal materials on feeding it, and added the blood of wronged souls to manage it. Now I am killed by you, fellow Taoist."

How do you plan to repay Karma?”

Wrong souls, human blood?

Yang Cang, who had originally planned to talk about compensation, frowned slightly, but then turned his head and glanced at the black gas coming out of the snake demon's corpse. He pinched his fingers, and a murderous intention could not help but surge into his heart.

As the saying goes, if you have a sharp knife in your body, you will have a murderous intention.

Sometimes people's patience depends on their own abilities and the people they get along with. When facing people who are stronger than themselves, their patience is the greatest, and vice versa.

Although Yang Cang has done good deeds and accumulated virtues in the past, he has always done what he can and will not put himself under dangerous walls in order to seek justice.

But for some reason, he now has a nameless fire, and his little kindness has been heightened by Taoism and magical powers.

No, to be precise, the difficulty of things has become lower, which is exactly in line with his own standards for doing good. The old man has never done any evil in his life. He is not a great good person, but at least he is a monk living in a peaceful age.

If you are poor, you can help yourself; if you are rich, you can help the world.

These are the words of an immortal.

"What if I don't pay compensation?"

Yang Cang stood with his hands behind his hands and looked at the other person with cold eyes.

The demon cultivator no longer concealed his murderous intent and snorted coldly: "If you don't pay compensation, don't even think about leaving the Western Region!"

"Hmph, using people to practice the law is a capital crime. Today, I will do justice to those who died in vain!"

The two looked at each other, and without further ado, they took the next breath and took action together.

In an instant, all the Taoist magic came out, and the demonic energy fell from the sky like dark clouds. Yang Cang was happy and not afraid, and a series of incomparable magical Taoist magic flashed through his mind.

Once pointed out, the evil spirit disappears.

The six-colored divine light penetrated the demonic cultivator, and the other party's mouth was slightly open with a look of astonishment on his face. He didn't expect that a cultivator in the foundation-building stage could have such divine power.

Encountered a tough situation!

The demon cultivator was not a fool, so he immediately burned his essence and blood and flew away. Before he could fly a few miles, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him. With a tap of his fingertips, his body collapsed, and the three souls and seven souls were divided into six.

Six Talents Divine Light.

Death.

"There are ten gods and men, and I am one of them."

Yang Cang raised his head slightly and hummed. The trance in his eyes disappeared in the next second. When he woke up, there were already more than a dozen golden elixirs around him.

He suddenly woke up and counted with his fingers.

We are in the Western Region, a place where sects are mixed, and a place of four battles.

There is China in the east and Rome in the west. The cultivating sects are fighting for power, and the strong men from all sides are fighting against each other.

He has suddenly broken into a sect's territory and is invincible.

The golden elixirs around him suddenly erupted with an astonishing aura, and all kinds of tyrannical Taoist techniques were about to come overwhelmingly.

Yang Cang's head broke out in a cold sweat, and he shouted in a hurry: "The old Taoist is a descendant of the immortal, and my master has friendship with the living immortal! Who dares to kill me?"

Although he has never heard the name of an immortal since he was reincarnated, and he doesn't know if he has been reincarnated now, but now he can only move to an immortal.

Grandpa Xian, please save the little one!

The sound spread, and the uncertain light and darkness around him stopped in an instant.
Chapter completed!