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Volume 2: The Disciple of the Great Way, Chapter 29: The battle with the witchcraft travels thousands of miles, severing the dragon's veins and drawing out the fuel from the bottom of the cauldron (4)

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    Seeing the golden light emerging, Agula knew that it would not be easy for him to break Qian Yiqun's protective shell. He simply waited for the golden light to fade before knocking out the horse-head staff again.

    What greeted him was still the golden light.

    "Can't it only be used three times?" Agula realized that he had been fooled and shouted loudly.

    "Yes," Qian Yiqun said without fear, "but I also have another treasure that allows me to safely practice forty-nine days inside, while the outside is just a blink of time."

    Only then did Agula realize that it was not that he was dazzled just now, but that this person had truly left this small universe.

    Qian Yiqun smiled and said: "Are we just going to keep spending it like this? I have to say, I know the Jinhua Resurrection Technique, so I don't have to worry about my body aging at all."

    Agula¡¯s face became increasingly gloomy.  He suddenly thought of another more direct method. He reached out and grabbed a bag of bone powder from his arms and sprinkled it on Qian Yiqun.  Qian Yiqun didn't know what kind of attack this was, so he didn't dare to take it seriously. He quickly used the diamond beads to protect him, and suddenly found that the bone meal ignored the golden light protection and landed directly on his shoulders.

    The fluorescent bone powder quickly disappeared, but Agula's face became even more ugly.

    "I didn't expect you to be a forty-six-year-old strong man. You really have the ability to preserve your appearance." Agula said, "However, whether this is the ability to preserve your appearance or the ability to live forever, it's hard to say."

    ¡ª¡ªYou even added my age in my previous life?

    Qian Yiqun made a mental calculation, knowing that the old man might have misunderstood.  However, he was not obligated to explain the truth and said with a smile: "Whether it's the beauty-preserving technique or the immortality technique, as long as it lives longer than you, it will be fine? I think this little universe is bluffing, but I'm afraid you will collapse as soon as you die."

    The world created by human power is itself a kind of understanding and application of Tao.  The ancient sage created the holy realm of green mountains, where he could imprison Yinglong and grow vegetation. How could this be achieved by any descendant who came to the holy realm?

    What's more, this is not a real small world, it is just a small branch intercepted from the original world to make it circulate continuously.  Not to mention that Agula is gone, even if he leaves for a moment, this place will collapse and reintegrate into the normal time and space.

    "Looking at your age, let's just wait and see who dies first." Qian Yiqun said with a smile, "I admit that I can't kill you yet, but if you want to kill me, you can't."

    "You monster, you killed innocent people in vain. Even if I just trap you here for a few years, it would be good!" Agula took a breath and held a horse-head staff, as if he was really ready to fight Qian Yiqun.  Intend.

    "Old sir," Qian Yiqun took a step back, "what you say makes no sense. Taoist, since I stepped into Xuanmen, the so-called wasted killing is only three lives. Although it has been many years, I still care about it every moment.  , Always be on the alert. Why do you think I am like a butcher?"

    "False talk! False talk!" Agula glared at each other, "Which village on this road has not been slaughtered by you! How many young people have lost their parents! How many young people have lost their children! How dare you say that you are not a butcher!  ? What's more, three of my disciples died in your hands, and you still dare to say that you didn't kill them in vain!"

    "Old man, please calm down." Qian Yiqun felt much more at ease when he saw Agula starting to talk.  To be honest, he was still in awe of people at the level of the Holy Embryo.  Although the realm of cultivation is not directly proportional to combat effectiveness, it represents the depth of understanding of "Tao".  If the same spell is used, the level of power will naturally be clear at a glance.

    Qian Yiqun has many adventures, and he has a lot of treasures and magic spells, which take advantage of this old shaman who has been away from the world and practiced hard to achieve enlightenment.  If it were replaced by a Holy Embryo monk who was also walking in the mortal world, such as Ku Chen and Gao Ren, there would be no chance of winning.

    "Which of those people you mentioned does not have the blood debt of the Han people on their hands? Which of the slaves in their families are not descendants of the Han family? These people also have parents, wives and children. Do they deserve to end up in this situation?"

    "It is inevitable that wolves on the grassland will eat sheep." Agula said solemnly, "We only drive them away when they come, but we will not take revenge after a long time."

    Qian Yiqun frowned. Doesn't this mean that the Han people died in vain? Who told them not to resist?

    "Hahaha," Qian Yiqun smiled instead of getting angry, "That's what the old man said, so I, the wolf, accidentally ate some sheep, so you don't have to chase me and beat me, right? As long as I do it before I do it next time  , can¡¯t you just keep driving me away?¡±

    Agula's throat froze, and a look of anger flashed across his face: "You killed my disciple, do you think you can let it go so easily?"

    "How can your disciples kill my clan members so easily?" Qian Yiqun also showed a sinister look, ready to protect his life and body at any time.

    Agura releases pressure,Want to crush Qian Yiqun's spiritual world.  As long as he succeeds, no matter how powerful the magic weapon is, Qian Yiqun will never be able to use it and can only wait to die.

    Qian Yiqun had the Qingxin Bell as a foundation, and there was a golden mantra in it that he recited over and over again. Although his body was indeed under pressure and somewhat inflexible, his mind was clear and he still had the power to save his life.

    The old man and the young man were in a stalemate for a long time, but Agula finally couldn't stand it any longer.  It is impossible to violate the laws of nature. How can an old man with a life expectancy still have as much energy in his body as a young man?

    Qian Yiqun, however, holds a Jumang staff and continuously absorbs the wood energy from heaven and earth, incorporates it into his body, and refines it into the five energy essences of the spirit, nourishing the body and mind. Instead of being trapped, he has the momentum to counterattack and calculate.

    "Haha," Qian Yiqun noticed that the pressure was gradually weakening, and he cheered up, "Old man, why don't you withdraw the spell, and you and I can go our separate ways, why should we freeze again?"

    "If you promise me not to care about worldly affairs, I may not be able to let you go." Agula put the soft gear on.

    "I swear to the Immortal God," Qian Yiqun said with a serious face, "I will never interfere in the common affairs of the world."

    Agula was annoyed: "Are you kidding me? You don't believe in the Immortal God!"

    "I believe it," Qian Yiqun said as if it was true, "Who says I don't believe it?"

    "Nonsense! Do you have any evidence?" Agula became even more angry.

    "Isn't it just a sentence to believe or not?" Qian Yiqun pretended to be confused, "I believe he exists, isn't that enough? What do you want?"

    "You have never tempered your body and mind with the practice of Changshengtian, and you have never listened to the teachings of Changshengtian. How dare you tarnish its honorable name!" Agula was sure that Qian Yiqun was messing around this time, and almost expressed his dissatisfaction in a roaring way.

    Qian Yiqun smiled and said: "How many people on the grassland can do these two things? There are too few believers in Changshengtian, right?"

    Agula was at a loss for words for a moment. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't grasp the key point.  He couldn't deny what Qian Yiqun said, that shamans had always been of the same lineage and were rare elites in the tribe.  However, the worship of Immortality is a common belief in the entire grassland. Even the most ignorant people still believe in Immortality.

    "Anyway, you can't swear by the God of Immortality!" Agula said angrily, "I swear by the god of your Han people!"

    "Okay, okay, anyway, you are strong, so I will listen to you." Qian Yiqun said helplessly, "I am an honest disciple, and I swear to Master Ming Tianzun, the chef of the East, that from now on, I will ignore the worldly affairs. That's fine.  Bar?"

    Agula secretly thought in his heart: Then who is Siming Tianzun?  I have never heard of it.  But since you can command orders, you should also respect gods, right?  But since he respects gods, why does this Taoist priest speak so disrespectfully?

    ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The Ming Tianzun of the East Chef Si Mingtianzun, but also a more widely known name: The Stove Lord.

    The Kitchen God has always had an important function. Every year he goes to heaven to report the good and evil in the world, so that God can reward good and punish evil.

    Qian Yiqun went to the first level of the sky, but did not see any heaven. He also never heard those experts say what heaven is like, so he was naturally skeptical of such legends.

    ¡ª¡ªYour Majesty, your lord, even if you really hear it, just turn a blind eye and don¡¯t argue with this kid.

    Qian Yiqun has another layer of double insurance in his heart.

    "In that case," Agula said slowly, "I will let you go for now."

    "Wait a minute, big blog."

    A loud sound of the Buddha's name fell from the sky, which immediately frightened Qian Yiqun to the point where his legs became weak, and also surprised Agula.

    "Who the hell can actually break through my private world!" Agula's face was ashen.  Although this small universe was created in a hurry and does not represent his highest strength, it is definitely not something ordinary people can do to spy on and transmit sounds so easily.

    ¡ª¡ªThis person¡¯s cultivation level is not inferior to mine!

    Agula thought to himself: Could it be this guy¡¯s reinforcements?  No, if it were his reinforcements, how could they stop me from withdrawing the secret method?  But I really don¡¯t remember knowing such masters.

    Seeing the gloomy look on Agu La¡¯s face, Qian Yiqun thought to himself: It¡¯s really raining all night because of the leak in the house. This bitter monk has been coming sooner or later, so why did he come now at this time!

    The fox was hiding in the woods. When he heard the loud voice of Buddha and the faint chanting of Sanskrit outside, he knew that the eminent monk had arrived.  Although he had never seen Ku Chen, he had heard of it, and he immediately thought of that person.

    If there is anything more deadly than provoking one person in the Holy Embryo Realm, it is undoubtedly provoking two.

    Once you have a holy pregnancy, you will be worthy of the title of "saint"!

    ¡ª¡ªIf this brat can still escape, then his luck will be too great!

    The fox secretly thought:?Looking secretly towards Qian Yiqun.

    The mountain eagle also landed on the ground, crawling like an old hen in its nest.  Although the ancient spiritual species has a powerful reputation, once it transforms into a secular body, it is just an ordinary bird and beast. When encountering such a master, it is natural that the only thing to do is to bow down and beg for mercy.

    Qian Yiqun's eyes scanned between the world and Agula, and he thought to himself: This shaman doesn't know what choice he will make. Should he let a monk of unknown origin come in, or should he withdraw from this small world?  Speaking of which, can I escape the pursuit of the bitter dust?

    "Hahaha, old man, your good friend from shamanism is here, why don't you invite him in?" Qian Yiqun made a decision and laughed loudly.  (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster! Mobile phone users please go to the m. site to read.)
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