Vol 2 Chapter 347: Immortal

Crackling ~
There was chaos in the yin pub, three demon ghosts ran away, and the masculine thunderous air that was rolling and spreading burned and gave off a rolling stench.
Sawuling held the yellow dog, and posted one after another on the body, and the bell rang like a sheep's epilepsy.
Rao is so, it is also jumped up and down by the scattered current.
But this is the case. This seemingly wooden tavern has not been damaged in any way, the vibrations have become more violent, and the thunder has become more turbulent. The tables and chairs in it have rolled and the decorations have been inverted, but there is essentially no wear and tear.
call!
Suck!
An Qisheng is standing in the middle of the tavern, and his pores are widened, as if throbbing thunderous masculinity.
Practicing is like building a canal.
That's it forever.
The first time of this kind of condensing is very dangerous for An Qisheng, and the second time, there are no problems.
Hum ~
It sounded like a bronze bell.
The actual ripples spread from An Qisheng's body, and the tide flooded the entire tavern.
Uh ~
Ah ~
Howl
Hissing sounded with a scream that did not resemble a human voice.
The three-headed ghost is like the snow that has been exposed to the sun, and the naked eye melts until it turns into a green smoke and dissipates in the tavern!
Click ~
As the last thunder fell, dark clouds dispersed.
The air flow in the tavern also calmed down.
Huh ~
An Qisheng slowly spit out a stale gas, and the species has condensed, and the strength once again filled the whole body.
"what?"
But the next moment, he raised a brow and saw something very surprising.
Then the thunderous masculinity dissipated.
In the tavern, the three demon ghosts that had previously turned into blue smoke disappeared, and then suddenly appeared, just like when they came in, guys, shopkeepers, and boss ladies.
"A breath of life ..."
The three-headed demon emerged for a moment, with different expressions on his face:
"Guest, donkey flesh and blood and viscera, don't you really want to come?"
It seems that, having lost the momentary memory before death, he did not know how to live or die, and rushed again.
"how can that be?"
The astonishment on Sa Wuling's face did not dissipate, and his shocked face was numb.
A man can become a ghost when he is dead. Why is he dead and alive?
what's going on?
"interesting......"
An Qisheng looked at the three-headed demon who came again, and there seemed to be an electric snake flashing in his eyes:
"Not dead?"
boom!
The anger wave burst, the masculine blood flew in an up and down direction, and the three demon ghosts were drowned in a more turbulent attitude.
Visible to the naked eye, the three-headed monster howled, hissed, and finally dissipated into green smoke.
"A breath of life ..."
But the moment the blood gas dissipated, the three heads of ghosts slowly pulled out of the void again in the yin.
boom!
The blood masculinity reappeared, and the three demon ghosts stunned again into green smoke.
"stranger....."
boom!
again and again!
The three-headed demon is resurrected again and again, An Qisheng's agitated time and time again and again.
Dead and alive, alive and dead ...
For a moment, the screams of the three demon ghosts in the tavern did not stop!
On the one hand, Sa Wuling was holding the yellow dog, and all looked silly. Mumu didn't know what to do.
I thought I had lived for so many years and I have seen everything, but I still think that I am still too young.
After life and death again and again, An Qisheng finally saw clearly.
These three demon ghosts are inscribed in this pub at all. If the pub is not extinguished, they will not die!
In other words, they are always locked in the moment of selling donkey meat to someone.
The meaning of survival is to sell donkey meat.
"Ahem! This ......... brother! You are useless to do so."
Witnessing the long-distance eyes of this scene pumped straight through the whole process, it seemed that An Qisheng was tireless, and finally couldn't help it:
"They can't kill them at all, even if they are the real human beings in this tavern, they can't kill them."
"It's really impossible to kill."
An Qisheng shook his head slightly, and no longer stimulated the hair burst, and he was too lazy to do it.
"A breath of life ..."
The three-headed demon revived again, and couldn't remember how many times he had been killed. He still asked questions:
"Guest, donkey flesh and blood and viscera, don't you really want to come?"
The Changlin Taoist walked into the tavern, grasped his posture, and calmly spoke:
"Come three pounds of donkey meat, half a pound of donkeys, one donkey tendon, one donkey ear, and then burn two or two wines for a taste."
His voice is not high or low, like a normal customer ordering food.
But after hearing what he said, the movement of the three demon ghosts fluttering and nailed to the ground.
Then he removed all the puppets, and a smile appeared on his face, with a touch of meekness:
"Guest, wait a minute."
The man quickly packed the tables and chairs, the shopkeeper bent over and wiped the tables and chairs, and the boss went to the kitchen.
For a time, it was so harmonious.
Sa Wuling's eyes were straight, but there was a hint of harmony in it.
"To the secret?"
An Qisheng was also a little bit crying, but also faintly guessed.
"Password? It's almost the same. This is a scene of a big man coming back. The three-headed demon was not necessarily a demon at that time. It was just because he contacted that big man. . "
The Changlin Taoist walked into the tavern and sighed slightly:
"So powerful, it's nothing short of earth-shattering."
Behind him, there is a clear-minded young boy walking step by step. There is no shock when he hears it, and he seems to have heard it.
"Because of seeing the big man, you will never die?"
The Wuling Mausoleum is dumbfounded, as if listening to a myth.
An Qisheng blinked, but shook his head:
"Alive, it's not them anymore. Such immortality is meaningless."
After so many temptations, he has seen that the three demon ghosts, including those that have never appeared on the back of the kitchen, have a total of four heads, but they are not human or ghosts.
It ’s better than earth-bound spirits. It ’s always the reflection of that day.
Therefore, even he could not collect the spiritual imprint, because they did not exist at all, let alone the spirit.
"It's true to say so, but it would be a great harm if the restaurant had not been in existence for a hundred years and only one day at a time."
The Changlin Taoist nodded and then martyred:
"The old road is long-lasting, coming from the Admiralty Tower.
"Scattered, An Qisheng."
An Qisheng also returned a gift.
This old Taoist prince is fair, but his strength is quite high. Compared with that old eunuch, he is better than that, but he doesn't know what it is.
"An Qisheng?"
The Changlin Taoist thought for a moment, did not think of such a figure in the practice world, but also silently remembered its name.
"The poor Taoist Tombs of the Five Kingdoms, Tianyi teaches famous Taoists."
Wuling also rushed to answer.
"Oh."
Changlin Taoist nodded painlessly.
Sa Wuling didn't care about his indifference. He had seen too many similar things in the past few decades, and he was quite pleased to see Lao Daoken's response.
"Dare to ask the chief, who is the big man you said?"
Immortal.
But the highest pursuit of a practitioner is just that, right?
"That big man is ..."
There was a doubt, pain, and shook his head on the face of Changlin Road: "Xu is a long time ago, who is that old man, I can't remember ..."
Then, he looked at the apprentice behind him:
"Mingxin, you read through Daozang, but who is that big man?"
Although the Admiralty Tower is a small martial art, its heritage is quite long. The first thing for a novice Taoist to do is to read Daozang.
His apprentice is naturally wise, but only three or five years ago, he has already passed this level.
Mingxin Xiaodao opened his mouth, and suddenly his mind was blank.
"This one......"
"I do not remember."
The young boy looked red with shame.
"Hmm! I'm not serious about my homework. If you go back this time, you have to copy it eight thousand times!"
"what?"
Mingxin Xiaodao's face collapsed and he shouted, "Yes"
My heart is still wondering, why do I forget it?
He was born with a wise mind. He wrote down everything at a glance, and learned it as soon as he learned it. He never had such a thing.
"Guest, your donkey ..."
At this moment, the man came up with a dish and smiled.
"Let's end this table with wine."
An Qisheng glanced at the flavourful wine and dish, beckoned, and the burnt black roasted by the electric current was put away by the severely damaged bone-man monster.
Sawuling also had some nausea, and already guessed what the donkey was.
"That's the Bone Demon ..."
The face of Changlindao people has only changed, and Mingxin Xiaodaotong has blurted out ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The look of An Qisheng's eyes changed immediately.
"This brother is masculine and has never cultivated a bone-evil demon."
The Changlin Taoist waved his hand and stopped his disciples from exclaiming:
"If you don't practice this method, you can use the bones and demons, or the swordsmen. There is no difference. It's nothing."
He is not surprised.
Although the heresy was destroyed at that time, Dafa in the door was widely circulated by the real person, but it cannot be said that when he saw the bones and demons, he was deemed to be someone of heresy.
At least, this boy, who is a little bit impenetrable, has no magical skills.
Otherwise, all the bones and demons are wounded like this, as their master, can they be so freehanded?
"The Taoist is open-minded."
An Qisheng slightly arched:
"An Mou still has something to do, so he's leaving."
"Goodbye."
Changlin Taoist also smiled.
The two men and one dog turned and left, and as soon as they left the door, they heard a donkey called a masterpiece.
Ahhhhhh ~~
In the donkey shed, the screaming donkey trembled wildly and crashed into the donkey shed.
Just now the lightning flashed and thundered, and many donkeys were scared of urinary urinary flow. This was the screaming donkey twisting in it, which was no less than a shoal snorkeling. Sa Wuling looked pale and retched.
An Qisheng glanced at it, and when he raised his hand, he heard the voice of the Changlin Taoist inside:
"Little brother, do it slowly! If you trust the poor, these things will be left to the poor, and they will never be allowed to die."
Hearing the words of the old road, the donkey shed was quiet.
"So, there is a long way to go."
An Qisheng was also very happy, glanced at the donkey shed, and turned away.
It was more than a hundred feet away, and looking back again, the Yin Si Tavern had disappeared into the night, as if it had never existed.
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