Chapter 114: Taoist Priest, are you talking about me or him?
Midnight watch.
In the quiet and dense forest, the thin moonlight passed through the gaps in the shade of the trees and scattered on the ground.
A black and shiny whirlpool of demonic energy spread outward from small to large. Cheng Long, a sword-browed star-eyed man with a bloodthirsty bead in his hand, appeared quietly under a tree.
The next moment.
An invisible spiritual consciousness spread out like a wave.
There was no one in the area for three miles.
There are only endless jungles and endless mountains.
He couldn't find a way out even if he wanted to!
I wanted to walk downstream along the river, but there wasn't even a stream.
"Survival in the wilderness is survival in the wilderness. Isn't it just to cope with such a situation if you are so well prepared!"
There is food in the pocket and no panic.
With a smile on his face, Cheng Long began to explore this wilderness with excitement.
Aimlessly, wading a path in the deep mountains and old forests, it seems that you can hear the ancient trees whispering, telling them thousands of years of stories.
Little bits of spiritual energy, under the guidance of the Killing Art, gathered more and more.
At first, Cheng Long didn't react. When the aura almost condensed into a substantial state, like fireflies gathering around him, he realized that the aura in this world was much richer than the Hong Kong Zong he set as his main world.
"You have so much spiritual energy, how come you have walked for so long without even encountering a demon that has become a spirit?"
Cheng Long complained and continued to release his spiritual consciousness to explore the path.
The coverage area of the spiritual consciousness of the ninth level of Qi training can be spread to a radius of up to five miles, but it will be very tiring after a long time.
Therefore, his coverage area only maintains a radius of three miles.
But it cannot be maintained for a long time, as it consumes too much energy.
You have to check it out after a while to ensure your own safety to the greatest extent.
After walking in one direction for twenty minutes, a forest path appeared ahead. The road was quite wide, and a carriage could pass at the narrowest point.
"Finally on the road!"
Cheng Long, with more and more aura around him, was like a big light bulb in the dark. Even if he couldn't see at night, he could still clearly see the situation ahead.
Therefore, he walks very easily and comfortably.
I don’t know how long it took.
A fox with brown fur suddenly appeared behind him, its eyes glowing green and full of coldness.
"The eyes are so smart, you look like a fox that has become a spirit. I am teasing you..."
Cheng Long raised his lips, pretended not to notice anything, walked alone for a while, and sighed: "It's so dark, and I'm so handsome, I'm so afraid that others won't see it!"
"Why are you so narcissistic?" The vixen, who had transformed into a sexy woman at some point, twitched the corner of her mouth and almost broke her waist due to Cheng Long's flirtatious words.
However, the man's back was quite upright, and if he looked good, she wouldn't mind playing with this narcissistic young man.
"Young Master, Young Master..."
Suddenly——
The vixen tore the hem of her transformed skirt, fled in panic, stumbled to Cheng Long, and said in horror: "Sir, there are bandits, hurry up!"
"There are bandits? Where are they?"
Cheng Long looked around nervously.
No one was around.
There are no larger animals around, so where are the bandits?
Uh, no, there are still bigger animals, right in front of you!
"Maybe I was dumped."
After saying this, the vixen seemed to have exhausted all his strength and fell limply into Cheng Long's arms; "Sir, my foot seems to be twisted. Can you carry me home?"
"Forget it, but I can carry you back."
Cheng Long picked up the vixen resolutely in the way a princess would hug him. He knew that the fox wanted to harm him, but he could not expose his back.
Although this fox is very weak, even if its flaws are exposed, it cannot harm itself.
But be careful.
"Sir, your arms are so strong, I feel so safe!" The vixen's eyes were as charming as silk, and her face was filled with peach blossoms. She looked like a woman possessed by love, staring at the man obsessively.
"Your skin is also very nice, furry...well, slippery."
Almost spilled the beans.
The little fox in front of me just transformed into a woman, not a real transmutation form.
It is not that high of moral conduct.
Therefore, what Cheng Long held was not a woman, but a well-trained fox. There was not much odor on his body, and his fur felt particularly silky.
After hugging him for a while, he couldn't help but have the idea of keeping a pet in captivity.
But after seeing the transformed appearance of this vixen, I decided not to think about it. He stole corpses among zombie uncles, stole people on the road, and killed many people at first sight.
I really want to keep a pet. Xin Shiniang in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio is devoted to Taoism, but she is no more fragrant than this fox.
Otherwise, it is okay to raise snakes, flowers, and dragon girls. There is no need to raise a harmful vixen.
"Young master, you are so good and bad, you actually said that I have hair!"
The vixen grunted and punched the man's chest.
"So you like to play this kind of game?" Cheng Long put down the vixen with a smirk, and said with a smile: "You just hit my chest, now it's my turn to hit your chest."
"Young Master, you can strike if you like! Remember to be gentle..." The vixen lowered her head delicately.
"Then I'll hammer it."
Cheng Long smiled evilly and stretched out a palm, then suddenly made a fist and punched out fiercely.
Bang!
Behind the vixen, a ball of flesh and blood first burst out, followed closely by a bloody fist.
"..."
The vixen's eyes widened with horror.
However, without her heart, she could no longer speak a word. As the last breath dissipated, her head hung down feebly.
The next moment, the delicate beauty took off her disguise and turned into a dead fox.
"It's great! Killing a vixen can absorb more energy than hunting eight strong men." Cheng Long was delighted. Killing monsters is indeed more cost-effective than hunting criminals.
After sighing.
Cheng Long looked at the demon blood that continued to flow out of the vixen's body, and sighed while sucking the blood with the blood-thirsty beads: "The method is a bit rough, I have to use a different method next time, it's too wasteful."
……
At the same time, the dense forest is not far away.
A Taoist priest wearing Maoshan Taoist robes and glasses suddenly raised his head.
"Is there a demonic spirit?"
The wind was blowing and the grass was falling. The Taoist exorcist held a copper sword and a yellow cloth bag at his waist. He pointed his toes from far to near, and his body was like a sharp arrow as he rushed behind Cheng Long.
"The evil beast dares to harm people on the road. How can I tolerate it with my four eyes here..." Midway through his words, Taoist priest four eyes suddenly stopped speaking because he suddenly couldn't feel the evil spirit anymore.
"Taoist priest, are you talking about me or it?"
Cheng Long turned around slowly, pulled his fist out of the fox corpse's chest in front of his eyes, and threw the fox corpse into the forest like trash.
"..."
Taoist Priest Simu was dumbfounded on the spot when he saw this.
This kid is obviously full of righteousness, even spiritual energy is actively gathering around him. How could he do something so evil?
He punched the vixen in the chest and then sucked the corpse into a mummy. Brother, are you a Taoist or a demon?
"...I'm talking about it!"
Taoist Priest Simu was stunned for a long time before he could hold back these words.
Even though Cheng Long practices demonic skills, apart from being relatively lethal, whether his demonic skills are evil or not depends entirely on the practitioner himself. If a practitioner has a righteous heart and acts aboveboard, then the temperament he cultivates must be Upright and upright.
If you do whatever you want, do whatever you want, no matter what is good or bad, and kill you when caught, then the temperament you develop will be dark and evil.
Therefore, based on his appearance alone, many people would consider Cheng Long to be an outstanding disciple from a famous and upright sect. Only when he performs magic skills in public will upright people notice anything unusual.
After all, there is a big difference between magic power and mana.
Cheng Long stared at Taoist Priest Simu for a long time, until he confirmed that the other party had not lowered his guard. Then he thought of slaying demons and demons, and then said: "Taoist Priest, when I first arrived here, I accidentally lost my way. I don't know. Could you please help me get out of this forest?"
"You have asked the right person. There are only two families within a few hundred miles here. One of them is mine, and the other one lives with an annoying smelly monk. Remember to stay away from him when you arrive. The monk chants sutras all the time, which annoys me to death... By the way, which sect are you a disciple of? How can you practice while standing?"
Taoist Priest Four Eyes said with an envious look.
Look at the spiritual energy that is pouring in, it is actually more than what he brought from his seclusion and hard training.
Cultivation should be a solemn and sacred thing. Not only do you have to bathe and change clothes every time, you also have to at least sit cross-legged!
After decades of practicing Taoism, he has never heard of any sect that can practice while standing and walking.
It’s okay to stand, so wouldn’t it also be okay to eat and sleep?
You can practice all day long, no wonder you have so much magical power at such a young age!
"Me, I am a disciple of the Holy Cult." Cheng Long casually found an excuse.
"Which holy religion?" Simu frowned.
Cheng Long said disappointedly: "Master didn't let me talk because he was afraid that I would cause trouble and he wouldn't be able to handle it."
"Is there still such a thing?"
The fourth eye’s brows furrowed more and more tightly. This plot sounded a bit familiar!
I couldn't remember it for a while.
"Taoist Priest, there seems to be a group of people running around behind you. Would you like to go over and have a look?"
"Oops, my client."
The four-eyed Taoist priest suddenly slapped his forehead.
Just to be lazy, he stuffed the corpse-repelling talisman into the frog's mouth, and he was afraid that everything would go wrong.
The two of them hurried back one kilometer. The frog that had been stuffed into the corpse-escape talisman had already disappeared among the frogs and was nowhere to be seen. There were about twenty customers running around in the forest, many of them. Customers broke their hands.
"Fellow Taoist, are you good at exorcising corpses?"
"I can only kill, not chase."
Cheng Long shook his head decisively.
In fact, the art of corpse refining includes exorcism and control of corpses. It is a spell that can form its own system. Otherwise, zombies can be made without knowing how to control them. Wouldn't it mean that everyone will die after practicing this spell?
Who dares to practice when it consumes so much?
"Forget it, let me do it!"
Simu ran over with a headache on his face.
It took him half an hour to stabilize the chaotic situation.
Mainly, there were a lot of frogs nearby, so it was difficult to find them, and each one looked very similar. If Cheng Long hadn't secretly helped, Si Mu would have had to work hard to clean up the situation.
(End of chapter)