A very strange old Taoist

  Yang Jia's feet were numb and he ran wildly, unable to speak, his sweat-soaked long shirt clinging to him, the bloody mist growing thicker, the dark wind stronger. Suddenly, Yang Jia felt as if his feet had a thousand pounds of weight on them, and with great effort, he could no longer lift them up.

  "Master, don't run anymore, no one can escape here." Little Red's voice sounded behind him, still as gentle and pleasant to hear, but the words were comforting Yang Jiaolong. Yang Jiaolong cursed silently: "The one being eaten is me, not you!"

  He had eaten all the delicacies of the mountains and seas, but he never thought that today he would become a delicacy of the mountains and seas. The wind suddenly rose, like flying knives, and there was an irresistible suction force, just like the wind that blew in the valley earlier.

  Yang Jian felt that Xiaohong was taking a breath!

  "All things are high, looking up to the edgeless." "All things are high, looking up to the edged." Still not right! Yang Jia was startled by Little Red and only remembered a few key words but couldn't get the password right.

  A loud "slap" sounded as a huge hand landed on Yang Jian's shoulder. Yang Jian couldn't bear to turn his head, and glanced at the hand on his shoulder. The fingers were dry and bony, wrapped in a layer of black skin, with red hair growing out of it! Yang Jian finally couldn't hold back anymore, and bent over to vomit.

  Xiao Hong snorted coldly and angrily said: "Young master, you dare to despise me like this, I will kill you."

  She looks like this, and Yang Jian has a lot of praise in his heart, how can he say it out loud? This typical hypocrisy is something he can't do.

  Yang Jian smiled bitterly and said: "I didn't expect that today I would end up being buried in the mouth of a monster, this... young lady, please start from the head when you eat."

  "Why?"

  "If only I could bite my head off, I wouldn't have to see disgusting things anymore." Yang Jiaolong had only one request. He knew that his fate would be the same as the broken limbs and severed arms on the ground. Since he couldn't die beautifully, he just hoped to avoid seeing and thinking about it.

  Xiao Hong smiled and said: "So the young master is also afraid of death."

  Yang Jian angrily said: "You this monster can't understand human words? Did I say anything about being afraid of death? I'm telling you how to kill me!" Yang Jian resentfully said, he couldn't bear being called a coward.

  A person who has already died once, why are they still afraid of death?

  "Fine, I'll play along with you!" Xiao Hong said with a cold laugh.

  "Hey, wait!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Heaven and earth, all things have spiritual energy. Look at you, eating leftovers... consider it leftover food, you should clean up too, don't let people think you're an unhygienic monster. What if these arms and legs absorb the essence of the sun and moon, become spirits and come to bother you, that wouldn't be good, would it?"

  Yang Jian just hoped that he could rest in peace after death, in his world, girls are all fond of beauty and understand personal hygiene, this demon has cultivated into a human form, should also have these psychology.

  "You've reminded me! Don't worry, I'll bury one of your arms, I just had dinner, and looking at your tender skin makes you look like a midnight snack!"

  Yang Jian's eyes rolled around! "All things in the world have spiritual energy!", suddenly overjoyed! He hastily recited silently: "The spirits of all things are low, and the heavens are boundless!"

  Only to see the emerald bead on the Bagua seal in his hand suddenly turn red! A vast green light rises! Little Red, though surprised, opens its bloody mouth wide, seemingly ready to swallow Yang Jian and the treasure together.

  The mouth had just opened when a loud and clear voice echoed through the sky!

  "Boundless Heaven Lord, you beast, stop being so arrogant!"

  Yang Jian was overjoyed, this voice was that of the old Taoist. Xiaohong raised her head to look and saw a green light flying in from nowhere, flashing past and striking her Tianmen.

  "Ah!" accompanied by a miserable cry, Xiaohong was beaten back several steps, releasing Yang Jiaolong. Yang Jiaolong took advantage of the opportunity to hastily dodge away. In the bloody mist, Lao Dao descended lightly.

  Yang Jian stepped forward hastily and panted: "Dao... Dao Zhang, hurry up and capture this demon."

  The old man didn't say a word, but from time to time he would glance at Yang Jian with his eyes. Yang Jian was puzzled and leaned forward, whispering: "What's wrong, Master?"

  "That last blow just now has already used up eight layers of my magical power." The old Daoist smiled awkwardly, still trying to maintain a dignified appearance. Yang Jiaolong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  "You're really good at putting on a brave face! " Yang Jiaolong gritted his teeth and also put on a proud look.

  "What shall we do now?"

  "I don't know."

  "Cough" Yang Jia heard the old Taoist say these three words, and he really had a feeling of wanting to beat him up. The old Taoist's voice sounded again in his ear.

  "This demon's cultivation base isn't that deep, this one hit has already injured it, we just need to pretend to be fierce and that will do."

  Yang Jian let out a breath of relief, he had scolded this old Daoist for generations! "Ah!" Xiao Hong shouted in anger, getting up from the ground.

  A pair of blood-red eyes stared at Yang Jia and others, word by word: "What kind of person is this cow nose?"

  The old Taoist raised the Bagua fan in his hand and shouted: "You little demon, you're also worthy of knowing the poor Tao's Dharma name."

  He can still pretend! Yang Jian also stood up straight and shouted: "There are immortals here, I advise you to surrender quickly! Otherwise, we'll beat you until your soul flies away!"

  Xiao Hong saw that Yang Jia had no fear, and her heart also suddenly became timid. Just now, she had been injured by the green light and her vitality was already damaged!

  "An immortal? If you're an immortal, why don't you just take action directly? Why bother chatting with a little demon like me?"

  Can this demon's eyes be so sharp? Has she already seen through the weakness? Yang Jian glanced at the old Taoist, still with a stern face and a very majestic appearance.

  Yang Jian shouted: "That's giving you a chance. If an immortal like me were to fight with a minor demon like you, wouldn't that be beneath my dignity?"

  Xiao Hong let out a loud roar, shaking the mountains and fields, and shouted: "I don't care what kind of immortal family you are! Once you enter my territory, leave your life behind!"

  Only to see both hands dancing, drawing a circle in front of the chest, and presenting a sword with cold light rising from the chest. The sword splits into seven, with the tip pointing directly at the two people.

  A red glow floated on the sword! Yang Jiaolong hastily asked: "What should we do now?"

  "Run!" The old Daoist suddenly shouted a word and took off running. This time Yang Jiaolong hadn't even reacted before the old Daoist was already running ahead of him.

  Yang Jian smiled at Xiaohong and coldly said, "The immortal family doesn't deign to fight with you!" After finishing speaking, he also pulled his feet and ran wildly! Xiaohong couldn't have thought that the majestic immortal family from just now had become a fleeing mouse.

  He stamped his foot in anger and cursed, "How dare you deceive me!" He put away the sword he had drawn and chased after him.

  "Hah, hah" Yang Jian panted heavily, finally catching up with Lao Dao.

  "Dao Chang, what are you running for? This demon's speed is several times faster than both of us."

  "Alas, where did I run to? I was just thinking of a way to deal with the enemy." Yang Jiaolong was speechless. He really could do it! He could even make running away sound so justified, and with such an elegant excuse.

  The old man said: "Why did you say that and provoke her? Now it's all right, she has been thoroughly provoked."

  "How was I supposed to know? In our place, once you run into someone with power, you'd better steer clear! Who would have thought that not only wasn't she intimidated by us, but her emotions became even more out of control?"

  The old man sighed and said: "You're talking about a human! Is it human? This guy is a monster, a beast!"

  Yang Jian was resentful, and this old Daoist actually pushed the responsibility onto himself! Doesn't he have any responsibility at all? What a thick-skinned shameless person! Yang Jian detested people like this, yet now he had to rely on such a person. It's really fate playing tricks on people! Yang Jian knew that now was not the time for arguing.

  "How much of your magical power is left? Can you still hurt her?"

  "No! If I use too much magical power, it will harm her instead of helping, and might even backlash on me."

  "Is there nothing else that can subdue demons besides the power of law?" Yang Jian knew that in mythological legends, some cultivators who became gods had their own unique treasures.

  This old Taoist has a treasure of transmitting sound, will there be other treasures?

  The old man slowed down his pace and took a look at Yang Jiaolong, smiling and nodding: "Right, I still have treasures, what can she do to me?"

  Yang Jian was overjoyed! Finally, there's a bit of a turn for the better. "Then quickly take out the treasure and capture her!"

  "But..." The old Taoist's face suddenly hesitated.

  Yang Jian didn't understand: "What is it? If we're any later, she'll catch up to us and we'll both become her midnight snack."

  "There are too many precious items. There are also too many techniques. With so many techniques, I get confused! And I don't know which treasure to use either."

  "Why don't you just die!" Yang Jiaolong finally couldn't help but curse out loud, the old Daoist chuckled and didn't think much of it. This person was truly the most bizarre one he had ever seen among all the weirdos.

  "So bring out your most powerful treasure then, you should be able to recall your most powerful magic spell, right?"

  "Oh, I remember this poor way!"

  Yang Jian stopped in his tracks and gritted his teeth, saying: "Then hurry up."

  Endure! Today he finally understood the meaning of this word, the two had just stopped, and Xiao Hong caught up with him, the black scar on his face growing bigger and bigger. His red hair was also getting thicker and thicker.

  "What kind of monster is this? Yang Jiaolong hinted to the old Taoist to hurry up. "I'll go disturb her, you take out your treasure and capture her back."

  The old man nodded, and Yang Jian asked again: "Are you sure you understand?"

  The old Taoist smiled and said: "Although I am advanced in age, my hearing is still not weak!" Yang Jian had no choice but to nod his head in belief, he could only believe the old Taoist on this one point.

  "Halt!" Yang Jiaolong stepped forward, his arm waving! Pointing at Xiaohong. He also put on a very fierce look!

  "You think I'll fall for your trick again?"