Nine Consuming Infant Spirits

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  Yang Jian looked at her ferocious appearance, and with great effort, he squeezed out a smile, saying: "How could I deceive you? This is indeed an immortal, and I'm also afraid that he would hurt you."

  "Hurt me? I'd like to see if you have what it takes!"

  As soon as she finished speaking, the treasure sword was sacrificed again! Yang Jia scolded in a low voice, what a violent and impulsive demon! He glanced at Lao Dao, who stood aside with his eyes closed, wondering if he was thinking of a mantra or which treasure to use.

  "Boom!" Xiaohong's body was over 10 feet tall, taking strides with the force of Mount Tai! One step and one pit, Yang Jiaolong was shocked, retreating a step and saying: "Daozhang, this demon is about to erupt in anger, it doesn't listen to advice at all, the rest is up to you."

  As soon as Yang Jian's words fell, he saw Xiaohong's seven treasured swords piercing through the bloody mist and rushing towards the two of them! The swords shone like startled swans, and the stench of blood in the mist grew even thicker.

  Yang Jian almost vomited, seeing the seven treasured swords about to stab the two! Being stabbed to death was much more comfortable than being bitten off his head, and he even thought that he could have a decent way of dying.

  Suddenly! The old Dao's whole body burst forth with golden light, his mouth murmuring a spell decision, the sound indistinct Yang Jia didn't hear a single word clearly! The golden light flashed once, and those seven precious swords were held suspended in mid-air, neither advancing nor retreating!

  Yang Jian watched the two fighting anxiously, and could only silently cheer them on. It seemed that being a cheerleader felt like this. Yang Jian didn't dare to shout "Daozhang, jiayou!" though - he was worried that those seven treasured swords would suddenly turn towards him. That would be embarrassing!

  A whirlwind rose under the old man's feet! His blue Taoist robe was blown up and bulging! His whiskers and hair were blown straight by the wind! The seven swords above, although cold light was rising, made people fearful.

  But in front of the golden light of Lao Dao, he couldn't advance even half a step! Yang Jiaolong was overjoyed and looked at Lao Dao, thinking to himself: "This old Daoist is actually quite powerful when he's serious."

  After a moment, the two were still at an impasse. Xiaohong was furious and let out two loud roars! Yang Jiaolong heard her bones crackling with rage, and his body suddenly expanded by another two zhang! His entire body was wrapped in black skin, and the red fur on top of it grew to a length of one chi! Those blood-red pupils were even more terrifying, like two lanterns filled with blood. Yang Jiaolong didn't dare look straight at him.

  The name Xiao Hong is now tainted by this monster! Yang Jiaolong retreated a few steps and hid behind a giant rock.

  Looking at Lao Dao with concern! A black air burst out of Xiao Hong's mouth, flying straight towards Lao Dao's face. Lao Dao stared at the black air, his hands were already operating golden light, unable to withdraw! His mouth was silently reciting an incantation: "Xuanmen Rulü Ling!"

  With a single word, the Eight Trigrams fan at his waist sprang out like it had received an order and shot out. A layer of green light floated on the fan, and Yang Jian took a closer look! The green light was exactly the same as the one on the Eight Trigrams seal that the old Daoist had given him earlier!

  The Bagua fan floated in the air, connecting with the black gas spat out by Xiao Hong! However, as soon as the black gas touched the Bagua fan, it dispersed in all directions, transforming into countless black gases that rushed towards Lao Dao.

  "Bang" The black air suddenly turned around! In an instant, it gathered in front of the old Dao's chest and hit his chest. The old Dao coughed, his chest felt hot, and a mouthful of fresh blood spurted out. However, he still didn't dare to separate his hands, knowing that those seven treasured swords were this demon's most powerful magic weapon, far more formidable than the black air!

  Yang Jian saw that he was injured, his fists clenched and his veins bulged! His rational mind still prevented him from rushing out. In the martial arts novels he had read before, top masters were most taboo to be disturbed by outsiders when they were dueling! If one's skills were higher than theirs, it would be fine. But if Yang Jian rushed out now, it would be clear that he was helping the wrong side!

  "Good rascal! Today I'll stake my life to capture you!"

  "Haha, a shameless little brat who only knows how to show off! How dare you claim to be an 'Immortal' here? It's utterly ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"

  Xiao Hong's laughter was sharp, with a hint of mockery. The old Daoist's whiskers twitched as he glared. Yang Jia, hiding in the shadows, secretly wiped sweat for the old Daoist - how could this be considered a monk? He got agitated by just one sentence from the demon!

  The old Taoist let out a cold snort! With one angry shout, his body suddenly expanded by a foot. The green light on the Bagua fan disappeared, and golden light appeared! It was like a small sun, and the blood mist around him immediately dissipated!

  "Could this be the most powerful magical artifact of the old Daoist?" Yang Jia thought to himself! Looking around at the scenery, it should be!

  The Bagua fan suddenly transformed into a golden sword with dazzling light! As soon as the sword appeared, the demon's treasured sword instantly became dull and lost its luster.

  "Go!" The old Taoist shouted loudly, and the long sword flew out. Yang Jia saw only a flash of sword light, and the bloody mist in front of him turned into golden light! A sad cry was heard from Xiao Hong's ear, waiting for the golden light to slowly disperse.

  The night color envelops the valley, and the golden light and bloody mist in front of me have disappeared. Only the dark night color can be seen. Looking up at the sky, the stars are twinkling, and the bright moon is hanging high!

  Yang Jian rushed out and saw Lao Dao leaning against a stone, sitting down. He went forward and said: "Where is that demon? Have you captured it?"

  The old man forced a smile and slowly said: "Of course! This demon's hundred-year cultivation is nothing more than this."

  This is a person who would rather die than lose face! Yang Jiaolong took a look around, and there wasn't even Xiaohong's corpse left behind. Is he that ruthless? Even cleaner than a crematorium?

  Yang Jian couldn't help but ask: "Dao Zhang, what about the corpse of that demon? You can't have taken in a corpse that big, could you?"

  The old man raised his hand and pointed to a place not far in front of him, saying softly: "The corpse of the monster is right there."

  Yang Jian looked in the direction he was pointing, but didn't see anything. As he walked closer, he only saw his own eight trigrams fan on the ground. Yang Jian pointed at the fan and asked suspiciously: "There's only your fan here?"

  "You can see it if you pick up the fan, can't you?" The old Taoist said helplessly.

  Pick up the fan? Is that several-zhang-tall monster being pressed under this fan? This doesn't conform to Yang Jia's original understanding at all. Yang Jia let out another bitter laugh, thinking to himself: "I'm not in the 21st century now, this is a place of gods and demons, some things can't be explained by science."

  Yang Jian picked up the Bagua fan, took a closer look, and indeed there was something underneath. It was a dead mouse! Yang Jian furrowed his brow, squatted down to take a closer look, and saw that the mouse had stopped breathing. Its small eyes were red, so this was Xiaohong? A tiny mouse could eat enough for over ten people in one meal?

  Where did it all go? Yang Jiaolong curiously looked around, the stench of rot and decay emanating from the rat's corpse, Yang Jiaolong covered his nose with Lao Dao's fan and quickly walked away.

  Yang Jian saw Lao Dao panting non-stop and asked worriedly: "Dao Chang, you're injured. I'll take you to my home to find a doctor?"

  The old man glanced at Yang Jian and smiled: "This injury of mine is nothing, besides the doctors in this mortal world are not good enough for me."

  "What's to be done?"

  "I've said it before, no big deal!" The old Taoist calmed down his panting, patted his chest, and Yang Jian was still worried about him, hoping he wasn't pretending to be brave.

  "Hey, Daozhang, that demon seems to be a mouse spirit. Why did it shrink so much after you killed it?" Yang Jia asked out of curiosity.

  Its primordial spirit has been dispersed, its 300 years of cultivation have been ruined by the poor Tao, and it naturally became an ordinary waste wood!

  "Three hundred years? You've lived that long?" Yang Jia was surprised and continued to say: "Dao Zhang, how did this fan just turn into a sword? That sword looks very powerful. It subdued the mouse spirit in an instant."

  The old man smiled and said: "This is the beheading immortal sword, a treasure of my poor dao! It was given by my master, how can it not be powerful!"

  Listening to his words, Yang Jian only then discovered that he still didn't know the old Daoist's Dharma name. The old Daoist's magical powers were sometimes effective and sometimes not, but his master must have been a formidable figure.

  If I were to seek out a master and ask this old Daoist priest for a few treasures, would that be enough to prevent the tragic fate of the Yang family from occurring?

  "May I ask, venerable Daoist, what is your dharma name? On which mountain did you cultivate? And where is your master from?"

  The old Taoist let out a deep breath, supported himself on the stone and stood up with difficulty, smiled and said: "A name is just a code, do you know or don't you? If we are destined to meet again, we will!"

  Yang Jian glared at the old Taoist, and in his heart, another urge to beat him up arose! Among the countless gods in the Three Realms, why must he insist on this one?

  Looking at Lao Dao's appearance, his master must also be a master who only knows how to use magic tools!

  Yang Jian coldly snorted and said: "That Daoist priest, you'd better part ways here, I think it's best if we don't have any more fate!" He really didn't want to see that old Daoist again.

  "Fate is fate! It's not something that can be controlled by the donor or the poor monk, it's predetermined in the mysterious heavens!"

  Listening to his pompous words, Yang Jian couldn't help but scold him, but suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his chest! The intense heartache came again, and Yang Jian covered his chest with both hands, cold sweat dripping down, even biting his teeth didn't alleviate it at all!

  The pain was unbearable, Yang Jiaolong thudded to the ground and rolled around on the spot! The old Taoist was greatly shocked, seeing Yang Jiaolong in this state, his brow furrowed tightly.

  "Little donor, what's wrong? Little donor! Little donor!"

  Yang Jian's mind was a complete blank, buzzing with noise, and his ears were also filled with constant ringing sounds, like thunder, where could he still hear the old Taoist's shouting voice!

  He only felt the white gas inside his body was constantly stirring! Colliding with his own five internal organs, suddenly a green gas appeared in his body, the green gas intercepted the white gas, and the two gases kept colliding and intersecting. In the end, the green light slightly prevailed! Stabilized the white gas inside Yang Jia's body.

  The heart-wrenching feeling slowly disappeared! After a while, Yang Jia's heavy breathing was even more severe than the old Dao's injury. Opening his eyes, his pupils hurt slightly! Blood and tears flowed again!

  Yang Jian saw the old Taoist press his hands on his own chest, and a blue gas emanated from his palms, surging into his body! He was already injured, but he still wanted to consume his spiritual power to save Yang Jian. Yang Jian felt grateful and had a sense of reverence for the old Taoist.

  "Many... many thanks, Master Dao! A life-saving favor!"

  The old Taoist saw that he had already woken up, withdrew his magical powers, wiped away the sweat beads on his forehead, let out a long sigh, and asked: "Young donor, is your body plagued by any strange illness?"