Chapter 49 Chen Dansheng?

Chapter 49 Chen Dansheng?

Chapter 49 Chen Dansheng? (asking for monthly ticket)

The red moon hangs high in the night sky, and the howling wind shakes the dead trees.

Yuqiong Mountain, in front of the mountain gate.

Song Qiuyue and other monks had been lying on the ground like worms for more than half an hour.

Rain falls from time to time.

During this time, no one dared to move.

Even if there were really insects or poisonous snakes crawling over their bodies, they would just pretend not to feel anything.

I can only say that he is worthy of being called Yuanying Zhenjun.

They are all firm in their faith and very patient.

However, even if I have endured for so long.

Some people were so quiet in thought that they started to move.

After the strange phenomenon of the sun and the moon in the same sky disappeared, the countless phantoms of gods and demons standing behind the Jingxian Temple also disappeared.

As for the white mist, it had long since dissipated.

The reason they didn't dare to move was purely out of fear.

"It's been so long, maybe the old Taoist priest has already passed away."

"Maybe he's not evil, he's just crazy, otherwise he would have eaten us long ago."

"Miss, please give me an answer."

Zhao Hai and other cultivators threw the question to Song Qiuyue.

At this moment, they spoke in unison, actually reminding the girl from a noble family that if she didn't leave, they really wouldn't be able to bear it.

The servants returned to their servants.

Life returns to fate, right?
Song Qiuyue was a little hesitant, because she was actually the one who wanted to leave the most.

After the old Taoist priest left, she began to have some ideas.

However, the sixty gods were reminding her that ever since the white mist appeared, their incense had been disappearing inexplicably at an incredible speed.

They had doubted.

It was the old Taoist priest who did it.

Although I have never heard of any evil being able to absorb incense.

But there are all kinds of strange things in the Ten Thousand Mountains. Who knows what kind of strange existence can do this?

Of course, these are not important.

It doesn’t matter even if it’s not that old Taoist priest.

Because after the old Taoist priest left, their incense was gradually disappearing.

It was as if the existence that sucked away their incense was always hiding in the dark.

Or maybe the old Taoist priest was absorbing their incense from a distance.

Anyway, whether it is or not, they can't leave.

Song Qiuyue couldn't help but ask the sixty gods.

"If we leave now, there might still be a chance."

"You can go, but we can't."

The gods replied.

Song Qiuyue was desperate.

Although it is not long before dawn, it is still pitch black outside.

Without the protection of the gods, what are these Nascent Soul cultivators worth?
If you encounter one or two evil spirits, you might be able to resist them.

If we take action, it will only alert more and more evil spirits, and there is only one way to go, which is death.

Song Qiuyue turned to the next best option: "Can you pass on the message to the Song Mansion and tell me my current situation?"

This time, the gods gave an answer.

"After daybreak, we will send a message to the palace."

Without the strange white fog, during the day, the gods only need to think and the information can pass through hundreds of thousands of mountains and reach any place thousands of miles away.

"Miss……"

Zhao Hai opened his mouth and looked at Song Qiuyue earnestly.

"We'll leave after daybreak."

Song Qiuyue sighed helplessly: "The gods can't leave, so this is the only way."

Zhao Hai and other monks saw this.

I had no choice but to keep my thoughts to myself.

There was no way. They could urge the girl from a noble family, but they could not make the decision for her.

It can even be said that their lives are in Song Qiuyue's hands.

No matter how weak the sixty gods are, they are not something that cultivators like them can contend with.

Nascent Soul is the end of the road of cultivation.

God built a bridge on this broken road.

Neither is a concept.

How can we compete?

The monks were eagerly looking forward to dawn.

Every minute and every second is suffering.

gradually.

Finally, a hint of paleness appeared on the horizon.

Song Qiuyue and others were extremely excited.

"It's daybreak, we can go!"

"Let's go. If not now, when?"

"Go quickly, go quickly!"

The monks were extremely excited. They all stood in the air, waiting for the day to get a little brighter before they flew away.

But at this moment.

A voice that made their hair stand on end rang out from above their heads.

"You guys want to leave?"

Everyone looked up and saw the old Taoist in purple robe drooling, holding a plate with fruits and cakes on one hand, and his other hand inserted into his head. He squatted in mid-air and looked down at them.

this moment.

Everyone suddenly realized that the rain that had fallen from time to time was actually the saliva of the purple-robed Taoist priest.

That is, during the period when they were lying on the ground.

It was unknown how long the old Taoist in purple robe had been staring at them.

Even the gods didn't notice.

"Senior...senior..."

Song Qiuyue recalled the fawning looks on the servants' faces when they saw her, but she failed to imitate them properly. She could only force a smile and say, "We...we...are not leaving..."

"Huh? You're not leaving."

The purple-robed Taoist tilted his head, drooling, and said blankly: "Why are you flying up here if you're not going? Get down, get down quickly!"

All the monks fell to the ground.

The figure of the old Taoist in purple robe flashed.

He appeared in front of them, still holding the plate full of offerings, with his back to them.

He lowered his head and murmured, "I watched them for a long time and thought they were going to leave. I wanted to jump out and scare them so that their flesh would be tighter, but I didn't expect to scare any of them."

As soon as these words came out.

The bodies of Song Qiuyue and others were suddenly tensed to the limit.

next second.

The old Taoist in purple robe suddenly turned around and smiled: "Oh, I scared you, I scared you." After saying that, he staggered and ran towards Jingxian Temple like a madman.

Running and laughing at the same time.

The laughter was half crazy and half sane.

"Huang Pi'er, the master is back and brought you some delicious food!"

No matter how you listen to it, it makes people feel creepy.

"Miss……"

"Walk."

Song Qiuyue clutched the corner of her clothes tightly and followed with difficulty.

This old Taoist in purple robe seemed different from the one in white robe seen during the day. He was not that crazy, nor did he have the intention to eat people. He didn't even warn them not to leave.

But everyone knows.

I'm afraid that leaving this mountain will mean their death.

At this time, the sky was bright.

The scorching sunlight dispelled the chill of the night.

The hearts of all the monks felt as if they had fallen into an icy cave.

Fortunately, it is daytime now and the gods have sent a message to the city of Xuzhou, so they are not without a chance of survival.

……

Chen Huangpi just felt like he was dreaming.

In the dream, his body kept shrinking.

After finally growing up a little, he turned back into his original eight-year-old self in the blink of an eye.

The skin turns yellow and the body becomes thin.

Gradually, it became smaller and smaller.

His body was so small that it couldn't even hold up his tattered Taoist robe.

He even turned into an egg.

The egg was huge, as wide as his outstretched arms and as high as his chest.

There are countless strange golden and black characters that look like flowers, birds, fish and insects floating on the egg.

Those words are exactly the same as those in the Five Internal Organs Spirit Refining Method and the Yin and Yang Combination Spirit Transformation Method.

It’s just that the words flow too fast.

Chen Huangpi was trapped in the egg again and couldn't see what the words said at all.

He tried to break out of his shell, but something felt wrong.

"I am clearly a person. If I crawl out of the egg, I will become a dead egg!"

Chen Huangpi thought to himself: "This nightmare is too terrible!"

"Master's words last time must have frightened me. I dreamed that I was in an egg. I was clearly a human being, and the evil became my true form. I saw it clearly."

The evil spirit transformed into Chen Huangpi's true form, which was an unborn baby curled up in the placenta.

There is no difference from ordinary people.

Well, Chen Huangpi can’t fool himself.

Because on the membrane that wrapped the placenta, there were clearly golden and black words about to form, but he and the mutant statue attacked at the same time, and the evil creature didn't even have a chance to continue changing, and it was directly blasted into ashes.

If you let it continue to change.

Maybe it will really turn into an egg.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi felt unwell.

He was filled with anger.

Suddenly, I felt even more unhappy looking at the eggshell.

As he pointed his sword, he subconsciously urged the energy between his two kidneys to transform it into Tai Sui to slay the devil, breaking out of the egg.

But this move of his.

But strangely, he discovered that all his vitality was gone.

Instead, a sword energy as black as ink, emitting a strange, dark, and demonic aura, emerged from the fingertips.

The door to his kidney temple has been closed.

But his energy did not recover, as if it had completely disappeared.

Chen Huangpi was extremely surprised: "Where is my vitality?"

The Five Internal Organs Spirit Refining Method does not mention any such changes.

Because the black smoke originally came from his kidney temple. Previously, only a trace of it was occasionally mixed in with his essence, but now it has completely replaced his essence.

In other words.

If Chen Huangpi continues to use this black smoke.

The door to the kidney temple in his body would soon be blasted open again, and just like before, there would be a delay between his consciousness and body.

"How can cultivation be so inconvenient! Essence is Qi, smoke is also Qi!"

Thinking this way, Chen Huangpi simply attacked the eggshell.

The sword energy chopped down.

Not only did it not cause any harm, but it bounced back onto Chen Huangpi.

"Why has my sword energy become so weak?"

Chen Huangpi didn't feel any pain, but he didn't believe in evil and slashed out a sword energy, but he didn't release it. He just pinched his fingers and the dark sword energy turned into black smoke and dissipated.

It dawned on him.

"My black smoke is terrifying, but if it is used entirely to construct sword energy, it will lose its sharpness. I cannot replace the essence."

Chen Huangpi figured out the trick after just a moment of thinking about it.

"Besides swordsmanship, I also know a little bit about boxing and kicking!"

Chen Huangpi raised his fist and punched the eggshell.

His punches were like a dragon.

Just hear a click.

A hole was punched in the eggshell on the spot.

A howling cold wind suddenly came in from the hole.

Chen Huangpi opened his eyes wide, looked outside the cave, and his little face suddenly turned pale.

Outside, countless densely packed, lifeless eyes, like a collapsed pile of sand, all poured in along the hole in the egg.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Huangpi was submerged in countless eyes in the egg.

Disgusting and sticky.

It feels like a snake is crawling over me.

Those eyes blinked, filled with deep malice.

"what!"

Chen Huangpi woke up suddenly.

Only then did he see clearly that he had returned to the main hall of Jingxian Temple.

A brass oil lamp was suspended on the left, and the master in a purple robe was squatting on the right, holding a plate in one hand and putting the other hand in his head, staring at himself and drooling.

Seeing Chen Huangpi wake up, Huang Tong Oil Lamp said excitedly: "Master, he is awake! He is awake!"

"Huang Er, Master?"

Chen Huangpi was a little confused.

The next second, a plate filled with tribute was placed in front of him.

"Huangpi'er! You're awake! Your master has brought you your favorite tribute!"

The purple-robed Taoist pointed at the plate of tribute and said proudly as if he was presenting a treasure: "Now you know how much your master loves you. I love you more than the second and third brothers! They are bad, and your master is good! Don't let them eat you in the future."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)