A sense of cause and effect emerged from the bottom of Yang Cang's heart, his face turned dark, and he wanted to escape, but the next second a figure appeared above him.
The person who came was wearing gray clothes, his face was full of anger, and he was full of demonic aura. He was an ugly male demon cultivator.
Jindan cultivation, practicing magic skills, turbid air enters the body and disfigures the face. Either take the recovery pill, or advance to Yuanying.
The speed of practicing magic skills is fast, but it is also accompanied by various problems.
Yang Cang didn't care about these, he was more concerned about how to escape. The other party was in the Jindan stage, and he had just been severely injured and was only in the foundation-building stage.
The evil cultivator glanced at the snake demon that had turned into mud, and then stared coldly at the old man below, with some fear and more anger.
"This Daoist friend is an ignorant beast, why don't you spare its life? This is the foundation of my practice. I spent 61 kinds of precious medicinal herbs to feed it, and added the blood of wronged souls to barely practice it. Now that you have beaten and killed it, how do you plan to repay the cause and effect?"
Wronged souls, human blood?
Yang Cang, who was about to talk about compensation, frowned slightly, then turned his head to look at the wisps of black air coming out of the snake demon's body. He counted with his fingers, and a trace of murderous intent could not help but surge into his heart.
As the saying goes, when you carry a sharp knife, you will naturally have the desire to kill.
Sometimes a person's patience depends on his or her own ability and the person he or she is with. A person's patience is greatest when facing someone who is stronger than himself or herself, and less when facing someone who is weaker than himself or herself.
Although Yang Cang had done good deeds in the past, he had always done what he could and would not put himself in danger just to seek justice.
But for some reason, he now felt a nameless rage, and his already limited kindness was increased by the magical powers of Taoism.
No, to be exact, the difficulty of the task has become lower, which just meets his standard of doing good deeds. He has never done evil in his life, and he is not a great good man, but at least he is a monk living in a peaceful era.
If you are poor, you should take care of yourself; if you are rich, you should help the world.
This is what the immortals said.
"What if the Taoist priest doesn't compensate?"
Yang Cang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the other person with the same cold eyes.
The demon cultivator no longer concealed his murderous intent and snorted coldly, "Don't even think about leaving this Western Region if you don't pay!"
"Humph, using humans to practice magic should be a capital crime. Today, I will enforce justice on behalf of heaven and give justice to those who died unjustly!"
The two looked at each other, and without further ado, they attacked together in the next breath.
In an instant, all the Taoist magics were released, and the demonic energy was as overwhelming as dark clouds falling. Yang Cang was not afraid at all, and a series of miraculous Taoist magics flashed through his mind.
Once pointed out, the evil spirit disappears.
The six-colored divine light penetrated the demon cultivator, who opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He did not expect that a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage could have such divine power.
I've run into a tough guy!
The demon cultivator was no fool, he immediately decided to burn his blood and fly away. Before he flew a few miles, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and with a light tap of his fingertips, his body collapsed, and his three souls and seven spirits were divided into six.
The six divine lights.
Death.
"There are ten gods, and I am one of them."
Yang Cang raised his head slightly and murmured something. The trance in his eyes disappeared the next second. When he woke up, there were already more than a dozen golden elixirs around him.
He suddenly woke up and counted with his fingers.
Located in the Western Regions, a place where many sects are mixed and where wars are fought on all sides.
There is Shenzhou in the east and Rome in the west. The sects are in turmoil and the strong men from all sides are fighting each other.
He had actually entered a sect's territory and was invincible.
The golden elixirs in the surroundings burst out with astonishing aura at the same time, and all kinds of powerful Taoist magic were about to come overwhelming.
Yang Cang broke out in a cold sweat and shouted in a panic, "I am the descendant of an immortal, and my master has a good relationship with the living immortals! Who dares to kill me!"
Although he had never heard of the name of immortals since his reincarnation, and didn't know whether he had been reincarnated yet, he could only move immortals now.
Grandpa Xian, please save me!
The sound spread, and the Taoist magic that was bright and dark around him stopped in an instant.
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