"It's just that…"
The old Taoist priest looked in the direction of the Ren family town, his eyes flickering.
Since that person was able to repel the flying zombie and drop a realm, he must be an expert of Taoism. Now that he and this zombie were both seriously injured, they were probably not his match.
"Damn it, I only needed you to absorb the blood of the descendants of the Ren family to advance further. My corpse refining technique would also receive feedback and advance to the next level.”
The old Taoist priest kept muttering. His words were filled with hatred and pity.
"All our efforts have been in vain! If the Corpse Cultivation Sect was at its peak, this old man would not have to be so sneaky!”
The old Taoist priest flung his sleeves. His face was very unwilling. He looked at the Ren family town with a trace of desire.
"Perhaps, that Daoist priest isn't that strong!”
Looking at Old Master Ren, who was covered in wounds but still escaped unscathed, the old Taoist priest's heart burned with passion.
"They probably borrowed the power of the formations. All these years, I've never heard of any Maoshan Sect experts appearing in Ren Town.”
"Besides, I still have a bottle of blood fiend. After the zombie consumes it, not only can it recover its origin, but it can also enter the Flying Zombie Realm!”
"If I successfully break through, I can also receive feedback and break through! Take care of your injuries!"
"Yes!"
After comforting himself, the old Taoist priest no longer hesitated and reached out to take out the porcelain bottle.
As the porcelain bottle appeared, the zombie that was originally standing quietly on the spot began to shake crazily. The purple talisman on its forehead kept flickering, barely suppressing the violent Yin Qi.
"Hehe, looks like you know that this is a good treasure!”
"Don't worry, I'll feed it to you now!”
"Who is it?" The old Taoist priest was talking to himself when he suddenly frowned and looked at the big tree beside him.
The night wind blew gently, and the leaves on the branches swayed. The rustling sound was mixed with the light breathing sound.
Suddenly, the old Taoist priest revealed a fierce expression and activated the power of the five poisons. His originally flesh-colored palm instantly turned pitch-black, and a black fog rose in the air.
He slapped the tree in front of him, causing the leaves to tremble.
Bang!
A pitch-black palm print appeared on the tree trunk. Streams of black gas rushed towards Fang Gan at a speed visible to the naked eye. Wherever it passed, the tree trunk withered and turned pitch-black.
At the same time, the old Taoist priest reached out and pulled out the silver sword on his back, throwing it into the dense leaves above.
Swoosh--
The sound of air being torn apart came!
Ding!
The sound of metal colliding with jade rang out. The silver sword was sent flying and stabbed straight into the ground. In the blink of an eye, the surrounding plants fell to the ground and died.
"As expected, the sword is also poisoned!"
Fang Gan looked at the withered plants around the silver sword with a hint of fear in his eyes.
The old Taoist priest laughed sinisterly. He clenched his left hand and suddenly threw a colorful smoke in front of him. He twisted his body and nimbly avoided the poisonous gas spreading in the air. Then, he pulled out the silver sword on the ground.
Swoosh--
A black shadow flashed by and Fang Gan appeared 20 meters behind the old Taoist priest. He was using the ultimate technique of Mao Mountain, Shifting.
The old Taoist priest turned around and looked at Fang Gan in surprise. He was obviously surprised by Fang Gan's age.
"Mao Mountain?"
The old Taoist priest's lips moved slightly, but he looked at Fang Gan with a certain gaze.
"I'm very familiar with those treacherous people from Mount Longhu!”
Fang Gan didn't answer. He secretly activated the mana in his body and a purple-black lightning appeared in his right hand.
Bang!
With a stomp, the dirt behind him splashed into the air as high as half a person's height. Fang Gan rushed toward the old Taoist priest.
"Lightning Rushing Thunder Fist? As expected of someone from Mao Mountain!"
The old Taoist priest's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the power of lightning in Fang Gan's right hand. Then, he clenched the silver sword in his hand and slashed at Fang Gan.
A cold smile appeared on his face as he thought to himself,'Is this the so-called Dao Sect cultivator, the genius of the younger generation? How dare you use your body to collide with my treasured sword made of Meteoric Metal.”
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of gold and jade clashing could be heard. The old Taoist's eyes widened as he looked at Fang Gan's perfectly intact right hand and froze on the spot.
"Kacha!"
Cracks began to appear in the middle of the silver sword in the old Taoist priest's hand, spreading in all directions.
A moment later, it turned into fragments on the ground.
"Brat, you're courting death!"
The old Taoist priest was shocked and angry. He took a few steps back and came to Great-Grandfather Ren's side. He took out the porcelain bottle and pulled out the wooden stopper. A wisp of scarlet smoke floated out of the bottle.
"Roar!"
Great-grandfather Ren roared and opened his eyes. The Yin Qi on his body began to gather, and the purple talisman on his forehead kept flickering.
The old Taoist priest pried open the zombie's mouth and aimed the bottle at it. Traces of scarlet blood slowly flowed into the zombie's mouth.
"Roar!"
The Yin Qi on Old Master Ren's body quickly surged. The surrounding Yin Qi was crazily absorbed by him, and the injuries on his body were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The pair of eyes were also unusually scarlet. In the dark night, they actually shot out beams of red light. The originally broken six fingers actually recovered completely. The aura was far more powerful than when they had just come out of the coffin.
"Damn it, I haven't had the time to refine this zombie a second time and completely control it! Now, the binding power of the Corpse Controlling Seal was weakening!”
The old Taoist priest looked at the purple talisman that was flashing crazily on the zombie's forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of worry!
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