Chapter 399: A Taoist friend sacrificed himself to help me, Gao Song encountered disaster
The monkey on Taoist Meihua's shoulder screamed shrilly before he covered it with his hands. Holding the monkey, he took off the real talisman on his body and revealed his figure: "It turns out that it is the Demon Ancestor Youquan in person. I am Taoist Meihua, a practitioner from a side sect. Today I am fortunate enough to see the old ancestor's divine power. I am captivated for the moment. I only ask to be an eagle or dog under the Demon Lord and be at his disposal." After saying this, he prostrated himself and surrendered decisively.

Youquan didn't react much, just stared at him steadily, which frightened Taoist Meihua so much that he broke out in a cold sweat. He then spoke, "My ancestor, I have been imprisoned for many years. I don't know what the situation is like outside?"

Upon hearing this, Plum Blossom Taoist was certain in his heart: "Report to the Demon Ancestor, the cultivation world is different now than before. The people of the Orthodox One are scattered and divided, and there are several sects. The Orthodox One has no leading figure yet, and there has never been an authentic true teaching like Jing Shu. Although it looks calm, in fact, the various sects are undercurrents and fighting fiercely. The Demon Ancestor is now born, and he will surely be able to taint the sky with evil and sweep across the world!"

"Haha," Youquan laughed, "It is said that a centipede will not die even if it is cut into pieces. If the righteous path is in decline, can the evil sects and side sects take advantage of the situation to rise up? Aren't they still succumbing to the righteous path?"

The Plum Blossom Taoist was startled, knowing that Youquan was not easy to fool, and then he sneered, "The side sects of the Demonic Path have always been weak, but that's all because the people of the Demonic Sect are not united, there are endless internal struggles, and there is no leader. Now that the Demon Ancestor has awakened, you will suppress the Demonic Path, unify the forces, and restore your full strength. You will definitely be able to compete with the righteous path!"

Youquan looked at him with a smile: "Unified the magic world, full strength? I am just a loser, imprisoned for countless years. I am sure that the outside world's evaluation of me is not very good. Now I am just about to escape. Where do you get such great confidence in me?"

"Besides," his blood-red eyes lit up, "Have you seen me in my prime?"

Taoist Meihua sweated profusely, but he didn't dare to wipe it off: "The Demon Ancestor's reputation is far-reaching, and his deeds are widely spread. We are all fascinated and envious of him. Naturally, we know that the Demon Ancestor's demonic power is vast."

"Alright," Youquan raised his hand: "Do you really think I don't know that the rising calamity is approaching and the first calamity of the devil's way requires me to be born, or do you think I am so easy to fool?"

Hearing this, Plum Blossom Taoist did not hesitate. He used up half of his magic power to burn up his blood and essence, crushed the talisman in his hand, and turned into a rainbow of light and fled. In a blink of an eye, he flew out of the cave. Suddenly, he heard a gentle whisper in his ears.

"You have also witnessed my escape. There is a certain fate. I will only strike with one sword. If you cannot dodge, then it is your fate. If you can escape, then go and tell everyone in the world that I, Demon Ancestor Youquan, am back!"

The words were like a gentle breeze, which turned into a chilly chill in the ears of Taoist Meihua, freezing people to the bone. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Youquan broke through the restriction, escaped from the underground cave, stood in mid-air, slowly raised the Beiming White Bone Sword in his hand, and gently swung out a sword light that seemed slow but was actually fast.

As the sword light appeared, it transformed into two gases of red and white, one was the True Moonlight Ice Soul, the other was the Soul-devouring Blood Essence, which entangled with each other. The two swirled, and the icy air mixed with the soul-devouring blood energy flew towards the Plum Blossom Taoist, passing a thousand miles in an instant and biting tightly onto the rainbow light he had transformed into.

Traces of ice clung to Meihua Taoist's left leg, and then he felt his body falling, and the speed of the light slowed down. At this critical moment of life and death, he did not care about much else, and grabbed the monkey in his arms. The spirit beast that he had always been respectful and caring for was gouged out by him, and the monkey screamed and fell silent.

Taoist Meihua threw the monkey's body backwards. There was a bloody light entangled on it. The monkey's body turned into a piece of skin in an instant and floated down. Using this skill, he crushed the monkey's heart. He saw that the essence and blood in the heart were as still as paste. There was only a finger-sized piece of blood fat, which was the essence of the monkey.

Without hesitation, he raised his hand and swallowed the blood paste. His whole body swelled up, blood oozed from all the orifices in his body, and violent energy exploded in his body. Plum Blossom Taoist gritted his teeth and cut off his left leg which was frozen by frost. As the blood sprayed, his whole body became faster and he crossed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers in an instant.

Youquan watched Meihua Taoist break his leg and try to survive but did not chase him. The moment he regained consciousness, he knew what role he should play: a target to attract the world's attention. It would not be wrong for Meihua Taoist to say that he let him go on purpose, and he drew his sword to make the scene more realistic.

"Let me see what you will do. Don't treat the idea of ​​escaping fate and breaking the law of cause and effect as empty words."

Youquan thought to himself, then frowned. He had just woken up and was resurrected as a zombie. He had no vitality at all and even his cultivation depended on this strong body.

He touched the iron-hard body, then looked at the black armor on his body and the bone sword in his hand. This body concealed many mysteries and seemed to have been carefully refined by someone.

"But it's still not enough. This amount of power is far from enough!"

Youquan opened his mouth, and his sharp fangs slowly protruded from his mouth. The blood-thirsty instinct invaded his mind as soon as he woke up, but Youquan was such a person that his chaotic instincts were forcibly suppressed by his stronger will. It was not him who was responsible for waking up, but a corpse demon who only knew how to kill people indiscriminately.

"How much blood and energy can be replenished by slaughtering mortals? To cultivate a demon god, we still need the help of practitioners."

He looked up suddenly and saw a black light coming from afar. It must be that the person saw something strange happening in this place and came to check it out, or he might be trying to take advantage of the situation and secretly plot some real benefits.

Youquan opened his bloodshot eyes wide and saw that in the black light there was murderous aura and rolling dark clouds. Inside was a monster with red eyebrows and green eyes and a ferocious face. He looked like a deadly star and a demon.

The demon also saw the Corpse King. His body froze and his arrogance disappeared. His face was filled with fear. With a flash of black light, he was about to escape. Before he could come to his senses, he saw a pair of huge wings blocking the sky, like a dark cloud covering him, and he lost consciousness the next second.

Youquan threw the head in his hand away, and blood and black smoke moved behind him. The blood and divine light devoured the soul, and the black smoke and poisonous insects devoured the bones. The monster turned into a human breath in an instant. Seeing that every living soul was restrained back into his body by him, he turned it into a consumable material for his magical power.

It was visible to the naked eye that the breath of Youquan became stronger. He spread his arms, opened his two big wings, and flew into the air.

"Hahaha, slaying demons and slaying Taoists is a dilemma of life and death. I beg all my fellow Taoists to devote their lives to help me transform into a demon!"

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Gu Qingyuan watched a great demon reappear in the arena, and smiled slightly: "The demon ancestor resurrected, and the good and the evil suffered hatred. This calamity of the beginning of the rise has begun from now on, and I am also the curtain raiser of this calamity!" His heart moved, counting on his fingers silently, and nodded: "The old friend is about to die, and the old friend is about to be born, I still need to say farewell."

After saying this, he threw out the precious carved incense carriage, which turned into a beam of fire and flew away into the air.

Ogura Peak.

The branch river flows around the mountain, with surging waves that surge with the mountain breeze. There is only a wooden plank bridge across the river, called Floating Cloud Bridge.

Gao Song pinched off the remaining incense in his hand, took out a straw man from his arms, pulled out a strand of black hair, wrapped it around the straw man, and then threw it into the branch river. The straw man was like water and merged with it, disappearing as a trace. He fell to the ground, gasping for breath. With a move of his spiritual consciousness, his body sank into the ground, leaving only wisps of black smoke lingering there.

After a while, two black lights fell into Xiaocang Peak and Dahe Mountain. They were two tall-hatted lamas, one fat and one thin.

"According to my magic weapon, Gao Song's breath was cut off here. How come he disappeared without a trace?" The fat lama fiddled with the bone tool in his hand and muttered.

Upon closer inspection, the magic weapon was actually a human skull, held upside down in his palm. Half of the skull had been cut off, and the surrounding areas had been polished very smoothly. Inside, a lotus made of finger bones was planted using a secret method, with lamp oil burning in the core of the lotus, emitting a green glow.

The fat lama twisted the wick, the flame flickered, and a scream rang out from the flame: "Spirit boy, smell it quickly, is there any scent of living people here?"

In the firelight, there was a remnant soul, the soul body was crystal clear, not much taller than the lamp, and it looked like a girl of no more than seven or eight years old. When she heard the fat lama's question, she sobbed a few times: "Grandpa, I have smelled it, there is no living soul nearby, the breath was cut off in this river, and it can't be traced."

The fat lama's face darkened, and flames rose up, burning the spirit boy and making him scream. A layer of lamp oil in the flower core was lost, and replaced by a clearer soul: "Smell it carefully again, don't let that person go, or it will ruin the Buddha's plan!"

"Tong'er dare not, Tong'er dare not, please spare my life, great grandfather!" The spirit boy sobbed a few times and tried to smell, but could not find anything.

"Alright, alright, stop torturing this spiritual boy," the thin lama looked at the spiritual boy tumbling in the flames with a distressed look in his eyes, and hurriedly stopped them.

He looked at the surging river and said, "Perhaps Gao Song hid himself in the water under the cover of the river's water vapor and escaped. After all, he inherited a profound side sect and killed many masters with his Soul Nailing Technique. It's not surprising that he has several Five Elements Escape Techniques."

"I have investigated this person's background. He was mediocre at first, and didn't have much practice. But he got lucky ten years ago and gradually became powerful. In just three to five years, he has made a great reputation. His skills of nailing souls, killing, and exorcising ghosts are very strange. He must have found a great inheritance."

The fat lama was still not satisfied and wanted to force the reincarnation boy. The thin lama stopped him with a distressed look on his face: "Don't bother. This reincarnation boy is hard to find. Don't ruin it."

"Besides, the corpse oil in the bone lotus is rare. A mortal can only refine a few drops. We are in Tibet, and there are many believers. Naturally, countless low-level people have sacrificed themselves and entered the Middle Earth. If we want to collect it, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. It will also cause trouble if we attract the righteous people in the Middle Earth."

The fat lama snorted coldly: "That man from Middle-earth may not be afraid of the bone weapon in my hand, and my Tantric method is not inferior to his Xuanmen orthodox method." Having said that, he still stopped.

"Well, since the spiritual boy can't be found, you and I will search along this water vein first. A passing goose leaves a trace. Gao Song doesn't have much magic power left. I don't believe he can hide without revealing any clues." The thin lama pondered for a moment and spoke.

The fat lama immediately agreed, and the two of them went their separate ways, one to the south and the other to the north, and went away along the branch river.

The two men landed not far away. Unnoticed by them, green smoke was still floating around, dissipating in wisps without any sound. After a moment, two more black lights fell to the ground. They were the two people who had left and returned.

"It seems that he is really not here. He must be hiding underwater. Chase him!" The thin monk said hurriedly, and the two of them broke through the air and flew away again.

After a while, the green smoke gradually dissipated, and the flat soil suddenly gathered into a big bag, revealing Gao Song's figure.

"The Tibetan incense has burned out. I don't have much power left. I can't stay here for long. I must leave quickly."

He crouched down, his body swaying, and was about to escape when suddenly a questioning voice was heard.

"Master Gao, where are you going? Aren't you very good at hiding? Why don't you hide anymore?"

Gao Song's face darkened, he looked up and saw the figures of a fat and a thin lama not far away. It turned out that the ones who left were an illusion, the real bodies of the two men had never left from beginning to end!

(End of this chapter)