Chapter 230: .Anti-Bone Boy

The giant wolf swallowed the young man and six thunder dragon horses in one bite.
Then, the huge wave became like a young Taoist priest again.
The Taoist priest carefully looked around, and quickly left, disappearing.
He sneaked all the way to the ground of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The young Taoist priest came to a valley.
In the valley, there was another Taoist priest who saw him coming back and quickly asked: "How is the situation outside?"
The young Taoist replied: "The Western Zhou Dynasty is okay, withstood the offensive of Chang'an."
The other party breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, fortunately, then we can stay here in the Western Zhou Dynasty."
The young Taoist nodded: "Yes."
The puffy Taoist patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, let's change shifts. You stay and take care of the uncle, I will go out to find something to eat and drink."
"Okay." After bidding farewell to the other side, the young Taoist priest came under a big tree.
Under the shade of the tree lay an old Taoist priest, his face pale and unconscious.
The young Taoist priest is sitting under the root of the tree, and then please take a breath.
With this breath, a young man landed and hit several rolls.
He Sanyang was dizzy.
When he recovered, he saw the young Taoist priest under the tree, smiling at him.
"You can see that you are a smart person. You should know the gap between you and me, so don't ask for trouble."
The young Taoist priest said: "I ask, you answer, I won't hurt your life."
He Sanyang looked at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Are you the demon wolf that wreaked havoc on the land of the ancient Tang?"
The young Taoist priest smiled and said, "Pan Dao has a quiet title now. If the question you answer does not satisfy me, then I will be you in the future."
He Sanyang thought of the power of the magic way to seize the house, and his back was cold.
But he still said coldly: "You are going to seize me and sneak into Chang'an?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "That would be too risky."
He Sanyang snorted: "Then you want to ask me about Chang'an City? I advise you to save the time, I will not do anything to sell people."
The young Taoist said indifferently: "Because they gave you the opportunity to change your destiny? Then don't forget, you are now in my hands because of them. If you didn't have Chang'an, you might not have died in such a short life today."
He Sanyang sat cross-legged: "I can't beat you, so I'm short-lived. You don't have to talk nonsense, just come if you want to kill or cut."
The young Taoist priest laughed blankly: "I don't have to kill you, and I don't need to slash you. As long as I eat your head, I can naturally learn everything you know."
His tone was casual, but He Sanyang felt more creepy.
But the boy immediately sneered: "Don't lie to me, you have this ability, and you ask me what to do?"
"Because you are a rare genius who practices the magic way, and I am a person who loves talent."
The young Taoist smiled: "The so-called Mr. Long in Chang'an can teach you things, I can teach you, and will not delay your talent."
The other party knew Mr. Long's name, and He Sanyang was not surprised.
The fact that the five gentlemen in the city of the sky can each bring ten servants is well known to everyone in the inner city of Chang'an.
The news spread slowly, not surprising.
Nowadays, Chang'an governs the land, and even the other six dynasties. Many people know that under the Chang'an City Lord, there are five people: Mr. Wuyun, Mr. He, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long, and Mr. Blood Shadow.
Mr. Long, it is easy to think of a powerful magic dragon in Chang'an.
The young Taoist priest is also a master of the magic way, swallowing He Sanyang in one bite, how could he not know that the other party is carrying the blood of the magic sky dragon, practicing the transformation of the magic sky magic dragon?
However, He Sanyang's promise to the young Taoist priest was unmoved.
"I see, you are not interested in the news that I know."
The young man looked at the young Taoist priest coldly:
"I actually don't know much, and it may not be valuable to you.
But you want me to listen to you and go back to Chang'an City to be your spy.
It doesn't matter how little I know in the past, you want me to keep searching for information in the future. "
The young Taoist priest looked at He Sanyang with a thicker smile on his face: "You kid, I don't want to kill you more and more. Believe it or not, I really want to accept you as a disciple, so I don't want to hide myself. Train carefully."
"It's not necessary."
He Sanyang said coldly: "Although I hate my master, I will never betray the city of Chang'an. The thing I hate the most in my life is the anti-guy boy. Just kill me."
"Anti-Bone..."
The young Taoist chuckled softly, not thinking: "Oh? You hate that magic dragon?
That's fine, I don't ask you to betray Chang'an, as long as you lead the magic dragon out of Chang'an city.
Do you miss him so much? You can’t do it right now, how about leaving it to me? "
"Do you think you are talking to me?"
The young man’s face appeared to be cruel and disdainful that did not match his age: "I dare to tell you that you are not afraid of using me. To tell you the truth, I really want that to die, but I will kill him by myself!"
He Sanyang stared coldly at the young Taoist priest: "You help me kill him, nothing more than to weaken the strength of Chang'an City. As long as it is detrimental to Chang'an, I won't do it, even if I can't beat that in my life. It won't be cheaper for you!"
The young Taoist priest was not angry, but calmly looked at the young man sitting on the ground.
He Sanyang looked at him without fear: "You and my master, if only one can die, I hope it will be you."
"No wonder your master will accept you as a disciple. What a pity, a pity, I didn't meet you early, otherwise you should be my apprentice."
The young Taoist priest shook his head: "Are you deliberately angering me now, wanting to die quickly?"
He Sanyang was convinced, and said calmly: "Except for eating my head and getting a little information, I have no use value for you now. If you want to torture and torture me, then let go, Lao Tzu. Bowing to you is not a hero!"
The young Taoist priest looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Why is there no other use value?"
He Sanyang faced each other with a smile, and suddenly a very ominous premonition rose in his heart.
The young Taoist priest smiled and raised his hand.
He stretched out his index finger, a small spot of blood oozing from his fingertip.
He Sanyang looked familiar with this scene.
This is what Mr. Long looked like when he incorporated his own demon blood into his body!
Sure enough, the next moment, a blood line flew out from the fingertips of the young Taoist priest and pierced He Sanyang.
He Sanyang quickly dodged.
He hadn't forgotten that Mr. Wu Yun once said that the cultivator of the magic path can only take blood from the monster race to condense blood.
Only if Mr. Long is special, can he directly use his own blood to draw others into the magical way.
Changing someone else will only make beginners die crazy.
Unfortunately, no matter how He Sanyang dodges, the blood line still stabs him.
Then, all this line of demon blood penetrated into his body.
He Sanyang stiffened suddenly in the air, and fell straight to the ground the next moment.
The young Taoist priest got up and walked to He Sanyang's side.
Hearing He Sanyang suddenly let out a wild beast howl.
His body kept twitching in place.
The bruising blood vessels are prominent on the surface of the skin, undulating and twisting like a strange snake.
He Sanyang's body tumbled on the ground, his hands and feet scratched the ground, and he kept roaring in pain.
The young Taoist watched with cold eyes.
Seeing He Sanyang's unbearable appearance, he muttered to himself: "Is it because I read it wrong? Ao Kong didn't take his own blood to condense the blood, but a real Dragon's blood?"
The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it on He Sanyang's head.
He Sanyang's struggling body twitched, and suddenly stood still.
But a series of terrifying blood vessels continued to agitate on the surface of his body.
The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and perceived it carefully. After a moment, he opened his eyes, revealing a look of doubt: "It's really Ao Kong's own blood."
He frowned and looked at He Sanyang:
"Ao Kong should have been in contact with the fairy trail fragments before it affected the bloodline, so why is mine not working?
Or is it that the special thing is not Ao Kong and Xianji Fragments, but this kid's own talent? "
The young Taoist priest withdrew his hand.
But this time, He Sanyang was still lying still on the ground, no longer struggling and convulsing.
However, his breathing is still maintained, and his blood vessels are still swelling and twisting in decency.
"Look again."
The young Taoist nodded thoughtfully.
His head turned into a wolf's head again, swallowing He Sanyang, who seemed to be unconscious, and then back to the original state.
At this time, the fat Taoist came back from the outside: "I seemed to hear someone screaming just now, is the uncle awake?"
"No, Senior Uncle is still unconscious." The young Taoist priest didn't change his face: "It may be Senior Brother you heard wrong."
The fat Taoist sighed: "Uncle Master doesn't get in water and rice for a long time, it's not a solution."
He gave the food to the young Taoist priest, and then tried to feed the unconscious old Taoist drink water by himself.
The old Taoist, of course, will never wake up.
The young Taoist priest sat down again, eating, thinking about it.
The so-called Mr. Long is definitely Ao Kong.
Mr. Wuyun, who often shows up, may not be the brother and sister who was righteous back then.
Many people know that Mr. Blood Shadow came from, he was the old blood shadow demon who was active in the Eastern Tang Dynasty for a while.
The so-called Mr. Zhang is said to be a martial artist.
Boss, third, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth are all possible.
But being so low-key and simple, I feel that the old eight is more likely.
As for Mr. He who cultivates Confucianism...
Will it be twelve?
The young Taoist squinted his eyes.
The key is not the following five, but the most mysterious city lord above everyone in Chang'an.
who can that be?
In front of the young Taoist priest, there seemed to be a figure flashing.
There was a faint pain in the back of his neck.
The young Taoist priest raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, his eyes colder than ever.
The fat Taoist turned his head and saw, he couldn't help but startled: "Jingxu Junior Brother, you..."
The young Taoist turned his head and looked at him.
The fat Taoist looked carefully again, but saw that the other person's eyes were calm, just as usual.
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes: "Did I get it wrong..."
"What's wrong, brother?" Taoist Jingxu asked with a smile.
The fat Taoist looked at him again, and shook his head quickly: "It's okay, I was dazzled just now."
After hesitating for a while, he asked again, "Shall we really go to Liyang Temple?"
Taoist Jingxu nodded: "Yes, only there is hope to heal the injury of the uncle, and..."
His eyes flashed: "I heard that Gu Mu Zhenren, who once taught the practice of this view, is also there."