Chapter 300: Pure Yang Fire, Still Strong in Age
He should contribute what he can.
Because he has no fixed place to live and needs to avoid being hunted by the snake demon Xiao Qi all the time, he can't bear to see others suffer like himself.
He might not live long, but if he could save one person, then his trip would not be in vain.
The old Taoist priest beside him also traveled around the world. After meeting Zhao Siqi, they became companions and worked together to do justice.
The old Taoist priest came from a side sect and was not an orthodox cultivator of immortality. He could only be considered a practitioner.
It is difficult to become an immortal by entering the Tao through a side path.
In this world, there are many unorthodox methods, while only a few people with orthodox inheritance can practice and become immortals.
This time, the Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi were wandering around, and they found a dead atmosphere outside the village, and it seemed that there were no living creatures.
For a village like this that doesn't seem to have declined, theoretically the only possibility is that it was created by someone fleeing famine, or by monsters.
Sure enough, before entering the village, the snow corpse had already pounced on us.
The snow corpse was repelled by the old Taoist priest with one blow, and it pounced again in an instant.
The old Taoist priest stopped Zhao Siqi and said, "Retreat!"
Zhao Siqi did not try to be brave either. He stepped aside and silently used his magic power to ignite the heart fire of the Heart Moon Fox.
The snow corpse has sharp fangs and claws, and carries corpse poison on its body.
The old Taoist bit his finger, drew a line on the bamboo stick, chanted an incantation, and shouted: "Destroy the evil and slay the demon!"
His blood glowed red on the bamboo stick. The bamboo stick suddenly pointed out and pierced the snow corpse's chest like a sharp blade in an instant.
The old Taoist slammed his palm on the bamboo staff and shouted, "Pure Yang True Fire, fast! Fast! Fast!"
The red light on the bamboo stick turned into flames in an instant, wrapping up the snow corpse.
But what surprised Zhao Siqi was that the snow corpse not only did not struggle, but stood still with a peaceful look on its face. The spirituality in its body was refined and turned into a real corpse.
The old Taoist took out his bamboo stick, sighed, and said, "Poor thing."
Seeing Zhao Siqi's doubts, the old Taoist explained, "The snow corpse is a frozen ghost. The remaining trace of consciousness is shrouded in bitter cold all day long, making it difficult to escape."
"It's another Yin corpse. It can't see the light of day, so it relies on drinking human blood to warm its belly. When the old Taoist's Pure Yang True Fire burns, it feels warm and naturally won't resist."
Zhao Siqi remained silent, sighed, and said, "Let's go. I wonder if all the people in this village have been killed by the Snow Corpses."
Zhao Siqi and the old Taoist priest entered the village, leaving the corpse lying on the ground, covered with white snow again.
In the village, the doors of the houses were wide open.
When Zhao Siqi walked into a room, he saw a family of five, all of whom had their throats bitten and blood all over the floor. He suddenly felt a surge of depression in his chest, making him feel suffocated.
The old Taoist took a look and said, "He was bitten to death."
When he went out, Zhao Siqi followed him out and they went to another house, but they didn't see anyone.
After walking a few more steps, I suddenly saw a figure crawling in the fence of a family, curled up in a ball, and seemed to be trembling.
Zhao Siqi suddenly showed a hint of joy and said, "There are still survivors."
He walked up to the fence and asked, "Sir, are you all right?"
The figure heard the sound and slowly raised his head. It was a young woman, but her face was ashen and covered with blood and chicken feathers.
She was holding a recently dead chicken in her hand. The chicken blood had not yet coagulated and she had bitten it into pieces.
Hearing Zhao Siqi's voice, the snow ghost screamed and rushed out of the fence.
Zhao Siqi was so scared that he stepped back repeatedly. Fortunately, the snow corpse was blocked by the fence. It had no intelligence and just bumped into the fence. It waved its arms but couldn't reach Zhao Siqi.
The old Taoist priest heard the noise and rushed over immediately. Seeing that Zhao Siqi was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do you need my help?"
Zhao Siqi said, "No need."
A ball of red flame suddenly appeared in his palm, fell on the snow corpse, and turned it into a ball of fire in an instant.
The fire in the heart burns the soul.
The fragmented souls on the corpse were burned into a ball, and in an instant they became quiet.
After seeing this, the old Taoist priest said, "It's really hot."
Zhao Siqi calmed down and said, "This is a gift from the fox fairy. I am just using it to cultivate."
The old Taoist priest was about to say something and listen attentively, when his expression suddenly changed.
Zhao Siqi also heard the noise, which came from all directions and was the sound of hurried footsteps.
The old Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi stood back to back. In a flash, they saw more than ten snow corpses coming from all directions, surrounding the two of them and rushing towards them.
The old Taoist priest used his stick to repel the two snow corpses in front of him. He turned around to look at Zhao Siqi and saw that his hands were covered with heart fire. He knocked the snow corpses to the ground with one punch, and he immediately felt relieved.
The old Taoist priest raised his bamboo staff, wiped it with blood, and chanted: "Pure Yang True Fire, surround my body!"
The blood on the bamboo stick began to burn, and he waved the bamboo stick like a torch or a red-hot sword.
The old Taoist priest and Zhao Siqi took care of the front and the back respectively. The extra was left to the old Taoist priest and the less was given to Zhao Siqi.
Although the old Taoist priest was old, he was very agile. His bamboo staff was better than a sword. Whether he was chopping or hacking, with the blessing of pure Yang fire, he chopped the snow corpse in front of him into pieces like thunder.
Looking back at Zhao Siqi, he was dressed in rags, but his movements were agile and slippery like a fox. Once the fire in his palms hit the snow corpse, its remaining soul would be destroyed.
The old Taoist priest summoned up all his magic power and chopped off the snow corpses one by one with his sword.
Zhao Siqi was breathing heavily, the fire in his hand had gone out. He looked at the old Taoist priest again, who had made a sword flower with his bamboo stick and put it back under his ribs, looking so casual and unrestrained, not at all as embarrassed as he was.
Zhao Siqi choked on the cold air, coughed, and said, "The old senior is still amazing."
The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly and said, "I am old and weak, relying on my magic power to hold on. It looks good, but it's no longer possible."
"Old, old."
Zhao Siqi laughed and said, "Old but still strong..."
Before he finished speaking, the smiles on his and Laodao's faces disappeared.
Strands of snow, more than a foot long, fell from the sky, like soft feathers or strands of silk.
The snow silk mixed in the wind and snow, each snowflake and each strand of snow silk looked extremely mysterious.
Zhao Siqi raised his head and saw a white figure floating in the sky upwind and falling towards them.
The figure was covered in a thick layer of snow silk, like white hair, enveloping it.
The snow threads in the wind and snow fell from the white-haired man.
The old Taoist priest protected Zhao Siqi behind him and picked up the bamboo stick again. He no longer had the arrogance and carelessness in his eyes. His eye sockets were sunken, showing caution and vigilance.
Zhao Siqi felt this unusual momentum and tried his best to mobilize the magic power in his body.
However, the snow corpse had just attacked and his magic power had been exhausted, so he was unable to fight for the time being.
The old Taoist priest took a deep breath and said, "Xiao Qi, come in."
Zhao Siqi wanted to say something, but the old Taoist had already pushed him. He gritted his teeth, opened the door of the house next door, and went in.
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