Chapter 272 Between Life and Death, White Mist Forms a Cocoon

A battle between two monks without cultivation, but it looks so weird. The middle-aged Taoist has many tricks. Even without cultivation, he can show the terrifying power of a monk in the Forget Worry Realm. If the person standing opposite him is not Chen Chao, perhaps even a monk in the Bitter Sea Realm with cultivation would have died long ago.

But the person standing opposite him is just a warrior in the Bitter Sea Realm without cultivation, but he still holds on for a long time.

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, and the murderous intent in his eyes suddenly disappeared.

But a moment later, a talisman appeared in front of him in an instant. Before Chen Chao could react, the talisman suddenly broke into pieces, turned into dots of golden light, and floated between heaven and earth.

The middle-aged Taoist stretched out his hand and wiped it, and golden light flashed at the end of his fingertips, and a bright light appeared at his fingertips. .🅆.🄲

In an instant, between heaven and earth, there was an extremely terrifying aura here, and a mighty meaning appeared between the two people. The talisman that the middle-aged Taoist broke was called a spiritual talisman, which was actually considered by many cultivators to be useless. It was the qi stored in the talisman by cultivators with powerful cultivation realms. Even after the talisman was torn into pieces, the qi dispersed and could not cause any damage at all. This was usually a means for some cultivators to make up for their own lack of qi, but there was often a huge gap between the qi stored and the qi absorbed at the end, which was not worth the loss. Therefore, this kind of talisman has always been regarded as useless, but it was unexpected that this middle-aged Taoist could still have one at this moment.

In this instant, although he failed to restore the terrifying strength of the Forget Worry cultivator, he at least had the strength of the peak of the other shore.

Facing the peak attack of the other shore of a Forget Worry cultivator, not to mention that Chen Chao had no cultivation at the moment, even if he had, he would not be a match at all.

The middle-aged Taoist looked at Chen Chao, said nothing, and just stretched out his finger and pointed at his brow.

If the middle-aged Taoist looked at him before, there would be violent storms and raging waves, then now that the middle-aged Taoist truly possessed the strength of the other shore, this finger pointing was a real means of killing!

The aura in the talisman was previously poured into it by the middle-aged Taoist himself. Now that he took it out again, there was no discomfort. A golden light instantly surged out. Between heaven and earth, the wind and clouds surged, and the old tree that had long been dead also shook. There were even some special sounds from the enlightenment platform.

The green bull watched from a distance, his eyes full of horror.

It was not wrong. This middle-aged Taoist must be a romantic figure in the world. Between his gestures, he had a great spirit that no one could imagine!

At this moment, between heaven and earth, the atmosphere was magnificent.

The middle-aged Taoist who had briefly cultivated finally made people realize how powerful he was again. What kind of existence was the Master of the Law of the Chixin Temple? At this moment, the tip of the iceberg was revealed.

An extremely mysterious breath appeared here, and it came out along the white fingertips like a woman, heading towards the heaven and earth.

Chen Chao's black hair was blown by the breath. It was a neutral and peaceful breath, without the sharpness of a sword cultivator, nor any other feeling, only the meaning of plainness. This was the same as the middle-aged Taoist in front of him, who looked down on the world and could erase everything he wanted to erase with a wave of his hand.

For Chen Chao, it was an extremely difficult thing to be an enemy of such a person.

But giving up was never the most difficult thing. The most difficult thing

was to be willing to try again even though he knew there was no result.

He had nowhere to escape.

At this moment, he could only swing the knife in his hand.

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After swinging the knife countless times, Chen Chao could always grasp the best opportunity, but at this moment, although he found the best opportunity, the knife did not fall.

That terrifying aura stopped his knife and everything he had.

Chen Chao gritted his teeth, but the knife could not fall.

He could only watch the finger go to his forehead, unable to stop it.

Chen Chao's eyes flashed with helplessness. In fact, he had long thought of taking out the page full of golden words at the right time, but he never had the chance.

The pressure from the middle-aged Taoist opposite him was too great, and he had no chance to make a move.

And it was even more so at this moment.

It was too late...

Chen Chao's eyes had a trace of regret.

He thought of a hundred ways to die, and even thought that he might die in this ancient ruins, but he didn't think that the one who was going to kill him was one of the most powerful people in the world.

The Taoist priest of the Forget Worry Realm of the Chixin Temple...

When the gap is too big, all means actually seem very ridiculous and meaningless.

Soon, the finger like a woman fell on Chen Chao's forehead.

It seemed to be just a light touch.

Chen Chao only heard a buzzing sound.

An extremely violent sound exploded in his mind.

It was like a bell ringing in his mind, making him lose all consciousness in an instant.

The middle-aged Taoist looked calm. At this moment, a bloody mark appeared between Chen Chao's eyebrows, and blood flowed out along the wound and rolled down from his eyebrows.

The long blood line separated the two sides of a face.

Chen Chao closed his eyes and his face was extremely pale at this moment.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly raised his eyebrows.

Because after Chen Chao's eyebrows were cracked, what happened next was not what he thought.

Chen Chao's head did not explode.

Although his cultivation at this moment was not at the Forget Worry Realm, he was also at the peak of the other shore. At this moment, he pointed out that the most likely result was that Chen Chao would die.

not at all.

The middle-aged Taoist's face changed slightly, and he didn't think about the reason for this, but then he forced out all the remaining energy from his fingertips.

He wants to see what he wants to see.

But the next moment, he frowned again.

Right in front of his eyes, white mist poured out from between Chen Chao's eyebrows.

Those white mist are like a line

Green smoke kept pouring out from the center of Chen Chao's eyebrows, with golden threads still attached.

The white mist mixed with golden threads blocked those terrifying auras.

Then it began to eat away at those breaths.

The middle-aged Taoist's fingertips were stained with the white mist, and he felt a special feeling. He did not hesitate and retracted his fingers in an instant.

But the white mist still spread.

After encountering the white mist, those terrifying auras were eventually swallowed up and then disappeared.

The green bull monster shouted, "Zhenren, something is wrong with him!"

It had been silent, and had not said anything from the beginning to now. But now, after seeing the white mist, it suddenly spoke, its voice full of horror.

The middle-aged Taoist glanced at it and said nothing, but the emotion in his eyes was clear.

Qingniu said, "Master, don't you think these white mist are exactly the same as the white mist of that big formation!"

The middle-aged Taoist raised his eyebrows slightly. He could naturally see that the white mist filling the Chen Dynasty in front of him was exactly the same as the white mist of those large formations, but he did not think deeply about entering this ruins. , was the white mist invaded the body, wouldn't something like this happen?

Qing Niu also understood the middle-aged Taoist's thoughts at this moment, and screamed, "Master, even if the white mist is sucked into the body, there will only be some, not too much!"

The middle-aged Taoist understood the second half of the unfinished sentence.

He didn't hesitate, and a talisman suddenly appeared at his fingertips.

Although the white mist was strange, it didn't necessarily pose any threat to him.

But just when he was holding this talisman, the middle-aged Taoist realized that something was wrong.

There was a gust of wind between heaven and earth.

No.

Not the wind.

The middle-aged Taoist clearly felt that at this moment, there was a strange aura flowing between heaven and earth, coming from outside the mountain and pouring into the mountain.

what is that?

He raised his head and looked at the sky.

There is an extremely strange scene in the distance.

There are countless white fogs coming here at the moment. The white fogs are overwhelming and soon cover the world.

At this moment, the middle-aged Taoist's face became a little ugly. Even though he still wanted to crush the talisman in his hand, he found that he no longer had the ability.

The oppression of heaven and earth at this moment has reached an extremely terrifying level.

Bang!

Qing Niu knelt down.

Faced with this terrifying suppression, it could no longer stand firm. At this moment, it could only kneel down, looking extremely miserable.

"Makoto, save me!"

It looked at the middle-aged Taoist pleadingly, but found that the body of the middle-aged Taoist was also trembling slightly at this moment. This infatuated Master Zhanglu was standing between heaven and earth at this moment, and he was also suffering from great pressure. His Taoist robe was already Threads began to break.

As the real person in charge of Chixin Guan, it is natural that the Taoist robes on his body are not the same.

It is a mortal thing, not to mention invulnerable to water and fire. Even an ordinary monk would be unable to cut it open no matter what, but at this moment, his robe was falling apart.

This shows what kind of oppression he is suffering.

And over there, Chen Chao, the blood between his brows continued to flow out, and the black robe on his body had long been broken, revealing his body full of scars.

The white mist enveloped him.

The middle-aged Taoist's face was solemn.

Everyone in the world just thinks that the realm of Wangyou is the end of cultivation, but only people like them know that there must be another realm above the realm of Wangyou, and that realm must have been in this Rongshan Sect. existed.

If you can overcome Wangyou, you may not be able to live forever, but you will definitely be able to easily kill the monks in the Wangyou realm!

Facing these strange things, the middle-aged Taoist's face became extremely ugly.

There were already cracks under his feet, and there were even countless bones creaking all over his body.

He was like a house with air leakage from all sides at the moment, as if it could collapse in an instant.

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The white mist keeps coming, and the sacred mountain like a fairyland is now wrapped in it, making it impossible to see any trace.

The Qingniu's limbs have been broken. He can only lie on the ground at the moment, looking here miserably. He doesn't know what his outcome will be, but it is very clear that if this trend continues today, it will definitely Die here.

"Ah! I really don't want to die!"

It began to scream.

It's not because of physical pain, but more because of fear.

It's such a wonderful thing to be alive. It would be very disappointing if it died like this.

The middle-aged Taoist has an expressionless face and is just reciting a passage of Taoist scriptures silently. He cannot restore his cultivation at this moment, but while reciting this Taoist scriptures, his mood can temporarily calm down.

He needs to break the game.

After finally cultivating to his level, if he died here, it would be extremely unworthy for him.

Not only did he have to survive, he also had to get the elixir.

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There are more and more white fogs.

It seemed that the entire white mist outside Rongshan Sect had gathered in this place.

Between heaven and earth, there was thick white fog everywhere. Even the middle-aged Taoist couldn't see Chen Chao clearly at this moment.

They were so close.

Everything in heaven and earth was white fog.

The middle-aged Taoist saw that the white fog was slowly moving towards Chen Chao. It wouldn't take long for Chen Chao to become a huge cicada pupa.

Or maybe not.

It was a pure white cocoon.

There was some curiosity in the eyes of the middle-aged Taoist.

Even he, who had practiced for so many years, had never seen such a scene.

What is this?