Li Yixian watched the Taoist walk towards Qi Wuhuo, opened his mouth, and wanted to persuade Qi Wuhuo not to do so, but he was completely unable to open his mouth. Not to mention opening his mouth, even his hands and feet became limp. While he was still struggling, the Taoist had already approached Qi Wuhuo. When he raised his hand, a black wind was pulled, and it was as if there was a shrill cry of a ghost.

The black wind turned into chains and bound Qi Wuhuo's hands and feet!

The Taoist finger then dropped towards Qi Wuhuo's brow.

At this moment, Qi Wuhuo suddenly pushed forward with his knee, and the zither was lifted up and smashed towards the Taoist. The latter was shocked. Qi Wuhuo had actually broken free from the black wind around him. He stood up with the help of the movement of lifting the zither, and threw himself directly into the arms of the old Taoist. A cold light flashed, and the dagger he carried with him had already pierced into the heart of the old Taoist.

Quick and decisive, without hesitation!

It happened so suddenly that no one could react.

The Taoist's eyes widened, and black wind spread around him.

Qi Wuhuo's soul was extremely powerful, and he cultivated a great way. He could vaguely see that the black wind around the Taoist was actually controlled by his soul, and was formed by the combination of his vital energy and another kind of vital energy of heaven and earth. At this time, Qi Wuhuo vaguely understood why the old man with the same surname as the Taoist said that one must have all three elements to practice.

And what would happen if one tried to cultivate magical powers without reaching this state?

In his eyes, as he had inherited the old man's legacy, those magical powers were like castles in the air.

With Qi Wuhuo's spiritual strength, he can directly break through these crude spells.

The dagger pierced into the heart, and he pressed it down with his body weight. Then he moved his wrist slightly and twisted it. The Taoist looked grim, and suddenly a gust of wind arose.

The Taoist priest whose heart was pierced by Qi Wuhuo turned into wind and dispersed.

There is a yellow talisman on the dagger.

Written in cinnabar on it is [Fengdu Hell's Decree to Resurrect the Dead]

Crash!

The talisman pierced by the dagger spontaneously combusted without wind and burned up in an instant, leaving no ashes. The next moment, a strong wind gathered, and the Taoist priest who had been pierced in the heart appeared fifteen meters away. He was extremely pale, and sat there holding his chest, gasping for breath, looking at Qi Wuhuo in disbelief: "You, how could you break free from my spell..."

Qi Wuhuo did not answer, turned around and retreated violently.

The hem of the blue shirt rose and fell.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the bow that a student nearby was using to demonstrate the Six Arts of a Gentleman.

He took a step back, drew his bow and loaded the arrow without hesitation.

No answer either.

I draw my longbow like a full moon!

The bowstring vibrated violently.

Buzz!!!

An arrow shot directly towards the Taoist's forehead!

Others would have their five senses obscured by the Taoist's sleight of hand, but not him!

"you!!!"

The Taoist's expression suddenly changed.

He cast a wind-controlling spell and moved away for a long time. He saw the young man shooting continuously and his attacks were ruthless and direct. He did not look like a country boy, but more like a veteran who had once commanded a war. He was cold and ruthless, and his spirit was strong. Many of his spells could not be hidden from him. In the end, he did not care about his current state. He slapped his forehead, and a stream of light flew out from his brows and turned into a black iron sword box, emitting green light, and spitting out streams of light with a clanging sound. The sword energy was inhaled and exhaled, directly tearing all the arrows into pieces.

Qi Wuhuo paused.

Looking ahead, the sword energy gathered like a storm, tearing even the ground apart, and the Taoist stood in the middle, like a surrounded immortal god. The violent sword energy circulated and changed, making a humming sound, and the whole courtyard became extremely depressing, making people breathless.

Qi Wuhuo looked at the breath of storm in front of him.

Because of his powerful soul, he could see through the flow of vital energy, but he could not drive his own vital energy at will. He could not break the condensed flow of vital energy. Now his arrows could not even get within three feet of the Taoist priest. The arrows shot at high speed only stopped in the void, trembling with a buzzing sound, and finally stretched out an arc from the middle and shattered together.

Qi Wuhuo loosened his grip on the longbow.

“This is… a magical power.”

The Taoist's hair was scattered and a green aura appeared on his face.

"I underestimated you!"

"At such a young age, he's so vicious!"

"I didn't want to use the magic weapon, but today I will kill you, the evil cultivator. I will take your soul and refine it into a few years of my life!"

Everyone looked panicked and terrified, even Li Puyu. Although Qi Wuhuo had previously drawn his bow and shot continuously, displaying an incredible archery skill, he was still far inferior to such divine means, and there was no way he could be the opponent. The storm around them seemed to be getting bigger and bigger.

Qi Wuhuo put down his bow and borrowed a sword from the frightened student from the Li family nearby.

At this moment, as if because of the strong wind, he saw a wooden token under the Taoist's robe was blown up and down. There was a talisman on it, like a dancing lightning snake. Qi Wuhuo's eyes suddenly condensed. He had seen this talisman before -

Five years ago.

In that nightmare-like disaster.

In that disaster in the demon country, millions of people were killed.

The Taoist priest, who was finally able to take a breath, cast a spell and said, "Strong wind, rise!"

The wind was strong and fierce.

He slapped the sword case, wanting to use the wind to sweep up the sword energy storm, turning it into a magical power to cut off people's heads like cutting wheat straw. The Taoist pointed to the sky with one hand, and made a sword gesture with the other hand, pointing directly at the young man whose face was still calm but made him angry. He originally planned to exhale it in one breath and make it become a spell, but this kid was too weird.

I am not even a real person.

It’s better to be safe.

Then he stepped on the Gangbu Dou and chanted the mantra:

"The Yuanshi is here to protect the people and the gods. The gods of mountains and rivers are the real officials and the gods of mountains are the gods."

"The Supreme One has ordered us to hunt down the evil spirit!"

"Hurry up and obey the command!"

This is the true mantra, which is communicated to the gods of the ten directions, including the mountain gods and the earth gods. By borrowing their power, one can slay demons and eliminate monsters.

And establishing a connection with it is the basis for performing rituals in the earth realm.

It is also the fundamental mantra.

A large magic circle has appeared under my feet.

The storm suddenly became stronger!

It feels like a dark cloud is pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it.

Even the Taoist himself was surprised.

When did I acquire such great magical powers!

Ha, maybe it was because of being provoked by this little thief. Anger is the fire of the heart, the heart, and the nature. Naturally, the magic power is three times stronger.

Without thinking too much, he raised his hand and pointed at Qi Wuhuo, and shouted in high spirits:

"kill!!!"

The low sound of the wind became more and more violent, and gusts of wind seemed to appear at the command of the Taoist priest. The wind swept up the clouds, and the clouds collided, almost forming a thunderous power. The entire Li family, and even the entire town at the foot of the mountain, seemed to be shrouded by this unimaginable storm, as if it were a natural disaster, and the trees were rustling in the wind.

At this moment, the wind suddenly became violent and the next moment, it gathered and pressed down.

The roaring sound almost exceeded the limit of the storm.

Like a gun, like a hammer, like a chop, like a smash!

The Taoist was unprepared.

He was directly swept away by the boundless and terrifying storm, tied up and then smashed down hard!

The wind suddenly blew up.

The bells under the eaves kept ringing.

The enormous wind pressure made the Taoist's face dull, and the blood in his internal organs rebounded, and he opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"How is this possible..."

The people of the Li family, who thought they were doomed, were also stunned by this sudden change.

The Taoist priest was hit so hard that his internal organs churned and his body could not move. He saw a name on the jade sticker he threw out light up and then burn fiercely, and his expression slowly solidified.

This is a precious treasure, recording the many mountain gods and earthly beings that the ancestor of his lineage had seen.

The people in the sect, holding this item and casting the earth god spell, can spread the sound to all directions and attract the earth gods to help. Otherwise, there is no affinity, no ancestor, and the mountain gods and earth gods are free and unfettered, and even not under the jurisdiction of the Emperor of Heaven. Who will come out to help? Even if there is such an ancestral affinity, it is only a one-time relationship, and there is not much affection. Asking them to help once is a loss of affection.

And now, this golden light is so blazing...

The Taoist struggled but failed.

boom!!!

The strong wind gathered, and the wind that suppressed the Taoist priest turned into an extremely huge tiger claw, still emitting the aura of storm, and this wind spread backwards, tearing the flowing light in the whole process. Everyone in the Li family looked pale, and saw that in the strong wind that covered the sky, there seemed to be a black tiger ten feet tall, with eyes like the sun and the moon, emitting cold light in the dark fog.

Li Puyu's face turned pale.

Everyone's legs and feet were sore that they either slumped beside the table or sat on the ground.

Only the young man in blue shirt, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, looked directly at the real body of the terrifying tiger.

The tiger lowered his eyes.

The boy looked up.

There was dead silence all around, and no one dared to speak.

The sound of the Taoist spitting blood and mumbling was like thunder.

"The leader of the sixteen mountain gods in the Lianhe Mountains..."

"Master Lian Heshan, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Li Puyu and Li Yuelin's bodies were stiff, not knowing what was happening. However, Li Yixian, who had been through a lot outside, knew what these two sentences meant and his face turned pale.

A large number of people fell to the ground in a rush, out of fear and reverence, and saluted the mountain god.

The sound of footsteps was heard.

In front of the tiger image, the storm dissipated, and an eight-foot-tall man stepped out, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a spear at an angle in the other.

He was wearing a bright yellow robe, with long black and white hair hanging down, his expression was silent, his brows were sharp, and he walked forward. The tiger image behind him did not retract, but looked down and paced forward. It was real and illusory, and his aura was distant. When everyone was almost out of breath, Li Puyu found that Qi Wuhuo did not bow his head to salute, and he was anxious, even when he knelt, he reached out and pulled the hem of Qi Wuhuo's clothes.

There was a depressing silence.

The god suddenly smiled and raised the wine jug in his hand.

He joked to the young man in blue:

"I made it clear last night that you came to me today to drink."

"You are late."

"I'll have to come find you myself."

The tone is relaxed.

Everyone's thoughts froze for a moment.