Chapter 611 Old Taoist priest, do you still want to fool me?
"You have some insight. You are right. I am a corpse cultivator!"

At this point, Kong Yuansi paused and looked down at the horrifying bloody hole on his chest. The damaged organs inside were clearly visible. In addition to anger, his face was full of relief. He turned his head to look at Taoist Xuanqing and said arrogantly:
“I know that you, old Taoist priest, are the disciple of that old man and a disciple of Ziyang Palace. In addition to the Purple Qi Sword Art, you must have other abilities that I don’t know about.

You deliberately let those two little creatures leave just now to attract my attention so that it would be easier for you, an old Taoist priest, to launch a sneak attack. I pretended to fall into the trap.

I just wanted to see what abilities you, an old Taoist priest, have. I never thought that you are even more powerful than I thought. I almost capsized in the gutter!"

Corpse repair.

It is a unorthodox practice, different from the orthodox practitioners. It can be regarded as an evil practice among the evil ones. It is said that it is a practice method created by a certain big demon based on zombies. It has the power and supernatural powers of zombies, and also perfected the shortcomings of zombies. However, there are many harsh conditions that are difficult to accept when walking the path of corpse cultivation.

"I was careless. I didn't expect you to choose the path of corpse cultivation - no, for a beast like you, choosing the path of corpse cultivation is the most normal thing!"

Taoist Xuanqing sneered but did not deny that he asked Le Zhuang to take Wang Ping'an away from here in order to attract Kong Yuansi's attention. Of course, he did not think so. Both Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an were the people he cared about the most, and he would never use them as his bait in any case.

His sudden outburst was actually intended to attract Kong Yuansi and prevent him from capturing Le Zhuang and his disciple.

Kong Yuansi asked curiously, "Old Taoist priest, you said that you and I have a feud over our parents. I don't know who your parents are. After all, I have lived for so many years, and there are tens of thousands of people who have died in my hands. If your parents were unknown, I might not remember them!"

"When you get to the underworld, someone will tell you!"

Taoist Xuanqing snorted coldly, leaped up, held the sword in his right hand, performed the "Purple Qi Sword Technique", and cast one spell after another with his left hand.

Kong Yuansi exposed his identity as a corpse cultivator and no longer held back. He went all out and at the same time drove one black shadow after another around him to attack Taoist Xuanqing from all directions to create a favorable situation for him.

"Oh!"

Not long after, Taoist Xuanqing revealed a flaw, and Kong Yuansi seized the opportunity and hit him in the chest with a palm, leaving a black palm print emitting black smoke. The whole person flew backwards. If Taoist Xuanqing had not reacted in time, fought back and dodged in time, more than just a palm print would have been left on his chest.

But his heart was about to be taken out!
"Pfft!"

Taoist Master Xuanqing spat out a mouthful of blood in mid-air. The next moment, several black shadows rose into the air, opened their sharp claws, and pounced on him. He blasted them with his sword and magic. As soon as he landed on the ground, he was once again trapped in the black shadows' human wave tactics and could only bite the bullet and fight back with his sword.

"I'm afraid I can see Wenjun this time!"

Taoist Xuanqing could clearly feel that the time for his secret technique was about to come, and he would fall into an unimaginable period of weakness. He looked up and saw that Le Zhuang and Wang Pingan had been surrounded by black shadows one after another. If it weren't for the long sword in Wang Pingan's body, they would have been captured by the black shadows even if they didn't die. He frowned slightly and said:
"No, it doesn't matter if I die, but the two of them cannot be captured. I promised Le Wenmao that I would let his family carry on the family line. Not to mention that Ping'an is still young, and his mother is counting on him to live. If Ping'an is gone like this, his mother may not have the courage to live!" Thinking of this, Taoist Xuanqing fought back against the attacks of one black shadow after another while thinking about the current solution. However, he had already used the secret method, which could improve his abilities in a short period of time, but at the same time it had serious side effects. Once the secret method lost its effect and the side effects came, it would be impossible to use a similar secret method again.

suddenly.

A figure appeared in Taoist Xuanqing's mind. It was Le Wenmao. An idea flashed in his mind and he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to die anyway. What difference does it make if I die early or late? Just do it!"

"Old Taoist priest, do you have any other skills? If you don't, I will take your life and your body will become my food. I'm afraid these two little things you care about will become Mr. Zhu's toys?"

Kong Yuansi looked at Taoist Xuanqing who was trapped in the human wave tactics with interest. He could clearly feel that the momentum around him was rapidly decreasing. It was obvious that the secret method he used was about to lose its effect. Although he said so, he did not dare to be careless at all. After all, he had just experienced a setback in the ditch. He reminded:
"If you don't use your trump card, I will capture those two little things you care about and present them to Master Zhu!"

While Taoist Xuanqing was not paying attention, Kong Yuansi had a ball of black gas gradually condensing on his left hand behind his back. It was a spell with extremely strong lethality. When he was waiting for Taoist Xuanqing to respond, he gave Taoist Xuanqing a fatal blow when he was a little careless. He had the evil pleasure of appreciating other people's dying struggles, but he was more worried about capsizing in the ditch.

He had already learned a lesson once. The horrific bloody hole on his chest was a bloody lesson. He didn't want to learn it a second time.

and.

Taoist Xuanqing knew his identity. If he had a second chance of capsizing, Taoist Xuanqing would not give him a chance to survive without a second thought.

Taoist Xuanqing ignored Kong Yuansi's shouting, ready to burn his blood and lifespan to fight to the death. Even if he couldn't kill Kong Yuansi, he had to create a chance for Le Zhuang and Wang Ping'an to escape. Suddenly, he noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye and said in astonishment:

"Then, then, what is that?"

"It's now!"

A hint of joy flashed across Kong Yuansi's eyes, and he blasted out the spell prepared in his left hand at an extremely fast speed. The black shadows that were besieging Taoist Xuanqing were destroyed one after another. No, they were absorbed by this spell, increasing its lethality. While Taoist Xuanqing was speaking, Kong Yuansi blasted Taoist Xuanqing away with a "bang".

"Pfft!"

Taoist Master Xuanqing spat out a mouthful of blood, his face turned pale without a trace of blood, and his aura was rapidly declining. He became an extremely weak old man, and he got up from the ground with difficulty. If he hadn't supported himself with his sword in time, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

Kong Yuansi looked at Taoist Master Xuanqing's appearance and could tell at a glance that he had fallen into the backlash of the secret technique. Coupled with the spell attack he had just launched, he was completely at the end of his strength. He raised his hand to stop the black shadow that was about to attack Taoist Master Xuanqing. Given Taoist Master Xuanqing's condition at the moment, not to mention his black shadows that were comparable to those of Jindan stage cultivators, even ordinary black shadows were enough to take Taoist Master Xuanqing's life.

(End of this chapter)