The giant wolf swallowed the young man and the six Thunder Dragon Colt in one gulp.
Then, the giant wolf transformed back into the young Taoist priest.
The young Taoist priest looked around cautiously, then quickly left and disappeared.
He snuck all the way to the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The young Taoist priest arrived at a mountain valley.
There was another Taoist priest in the valley. Seeing him return, he quickly asked, "How's the situation outside?"
The young Taoist priest replied, "Western Zhou is doing well. They've withstood Chang 'an's attack."
The Taoist priest heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good. Then we can still stay in the Western Zhou Dynasty."
The young Taoist priest nodded. "Yes."
The chubby Taoist priest patted his shoulder. "Okay, let's switch shifts. You stay here and take care of Martial Uncle. I'll go out and find something to eat."
"Okay." The young Taoist priest bade farewell to the Taoist priest and went under a big tree.
Under the shade of the tree, an old Taoist priest lay unconscious. His face was pale.
The young Taoist priest sat down on the roots of the tree and blew on him.
With this breath, a young man fell to the ground and rolled a few times.
He Sanyang was dizzy.
When he came back to his senses, he saw the young Daoist standing under the tree, smiling at him.
"I can see that you're a smart person. You should know the difference between us. Don't ask for trouble."
The young Taoist priest said, "I'll ask and you'll answer. I won't kill you."
He Sanyang stared at him for a long time and suddenly asked, "Are you the demonic wolf that wreaked havoc in the old Tang Dynasty?"
The young Taoist priest smiled. "I's Dharma name is Jingxu. If your answer doesn't satisfy me, then I'll be you from now on."
He Sanyang thought of the demonic Taoist priest's ability to take over someone's body and felt a chill down his spine.
But he still said coldly, "You want to take over my body and sneak into Chang 'an?"
The young Taoist priest shook his head. "That's too risky."
He Sanyang snorted. "Then you want to ask me about Chang 'an? I advise you to save it. I won't sell people. "
The young Taoist priest said indifferently, "Because they gave you a chance to change your fate? Don't forget that you fell into my hands because of them. If it weren't for Chang 'an, you wouldn't have died so young today. "
He Sanyang sat cross-legged on the ground. "I can't beat you, that's why I'm short-lived. You don't have to talk so much. If you want to kill me, just do it."
The young Daoist priest couldn't help but laugh. "I don't need to kill you or cut you up. I only need to eat your head and I'll naturally be able to learn everything you know."
His casual tone made He Sanyang's hair stand on end.
However, the young man immediately retorted, "Don't lie to me. If you have the ability, why are you still asking me?"
"Because you are a rare genius who cultivates the demonic path, and I am a person who loves talents."
The young Taoist smiled and said, "I can teach you everything that the so-called Mr. Long in Chang 'an can teach you. I won't hold you back."
He Sanyang was not surprised that the other party knew Mr. Long's name.
Everyone in the inner city of Chang 'an knew that each of the five masters in the City in the Sky could bring ten servants with them.
The news slowly spread, so it was not strange.
Now, many people in the land under the rule of Chang 'an and even in the other six dynasties knew that the five masters who were second only to the City Lord of Chang' an were Mr. Dark Cloud, Mr. He, Mr. Zhang, Mr. Long, and Mr. Blood Shadow.
Mr. Long's name easily reminded people of the powerful Illusory Sky Dragon in Chang 'an.
The young Taoist priest was also a master of the demonic path. He had swallowed He Sanyang in one bite. How could he not know that He Sanyang had the blood of the Illusory Sky Dragon and cultivated the demonic path of the Illusory Sky Dragon?
However, He Sanyang was unmoved by the young Taoist priest's promise.
"I see. What you are interested in is not the information I know."
The young man looked at the young Taoist priest coldly.
"In fact, I 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 to be your spy.
It doesn't matter if I don't know much in the past. You want me to keep collecting information for you in the future. "
The young Taoist priest looked at He Sanyang and said with a wider smile, "You little brat, I don't want to kill you more and more. Whether you believe it or not, I do want to take you as my disciple. I don't want to hide anything and train you carefully."
"You don't have to."
He Sanyang said coldly, "Although I hate my master very much, I will never betray Chang 'an. I hate traitors the most in my life. You can just kill me."
"Traitors …"
The young Taoist priest chuckled and didn't take it to heart. "Oh? You hate that Illusory Sky Dragon?
Well, I won't ask you to betray Chang 'an. I just want you to lure that Illusory Sky Dragon out of Chang' an.
You want him to die, don't you? You can't do it by yourself. How about leaving it to me? "
"Do you think you can trick me?"
The teenager's face showed a ruthlessness and disdain that didn't match his age. "I dare to tell you because I'm not afraid that you will use me. To tell you the truth, I do want that bastard to die, but I will kill him by myself!"
He Sanyang stared at the young Taoist priest coldly. "You help me to kill him because you want to weaken the power of Chang 'an. I won't do anything that is harmful to Chang' an. Even if I can't defeat that bastard in my life, I won't let you get away with it!"
The young Taoist priest didn't get angry. He just looked at the teenager sitting on the ground calmly.
He Sanyang looked at him without fear. "If only one of you and my master can die, I hope it will be you."
"No wonder your master accepted you as his disciple. It's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier. Otherwise, you would be my disciple."
The young Taoist priest shook his head. "Are you deliberately provoking me now to ask for a quick death?"
He Sanyang's thoughts were exposed, so he simply said calmly, "Besides eating my head to get some information, I don't have any value to you now. If you want to torture me, then just do it. I'm not a real man if I bow down to you!"
The young Taoist priest looked at him and suddenly laughed. "How can you have no value?"
He Sanyang looked at the young Taoist priest's smile and suddenly had an ominous feeling.
The young Taoist priest smiled and raised his hand.
He stretched out his index finger and a small blood spot appeared on his fingertip.
He Sanyang felt that this scene was very familiar.
When Mr. Long merged his demon blood into his body, this was what he looked like!
Sure enough, in the next moment, a blood line flew out from the young Taoist priest's fingertip and stabbed at He Sanyang.
He Sanyang quickly dodged.
He didn't forget that Mr. Dark Cloud once said that demonic cultivators could only take blood from demons to condense blood seeds.
Only Mr. Long could use his own blood to lead others into the demonic path.
If it was someone else, the beginner would go crazy and die.
Unfortunately, no matter how He Sanyang dodged, the blood line still pierced him.
Then, this strand of demonic blood completely drilled into his body.
He Sanyang's body suddenly stiffened in mid-air and in the next moment, he fell straight to the ground.
The young Taoist priest stood up and walked to He Sanyang's side.
He Sanyang suddenly let out a beast-like roar.
His body kept on twitching on the spot.
Blue and purple blood vessels appeared on the surface of his skin and writhed like strange snakes.
He Sanyang's body rolled on the ground and twitched. His hands and feet scratched the ground and he kept on screaming in pain.
The young Taoist priest looked on coldly.
Looking at He Sanyang's unbearable appearance, he muttered to himself, "Did I see wrongly? Ao Kong didn't use his own blood to condense a blood seed, but the blood of a real Illusory Sky Dragon? "
The young Taoist priest stretched out his hand and pressed it on He Sanyang's head.
He Sanyang's twitching body suddenly stopped moving.
But the terrifying blood vessels were still moving on the surface of his body.
The young Taoist priest closed his eyes and sensed carefully. After a while, he opened his eyes and showed a puzzled look, "It really is Ao Kong's blood."
He frowned and looked at He Sanyang.
"Ao Kong should have touched the fragment of The Immortals before, so his blood was affected. Then why can't mine be affected?
Or is it that the special thing is not Ao Kong and the fragment of The Immortals, but this kid's own talent? "
The young Taoist priest withdrew his hand.
But this time, He Sanyang was still lying on the ground motionlessly and no longer twitching.
But he was still breathing, and the blood vessels on his body were still bulging and writhing.
"Let's observe him again."
The young Taoist priest nodded thoughtfully.
His head turned back into a wolf's head and swallowed the unconscious He Sanyang again. Then, he changed back to his original appearance.
At this time, the fat Taoist priest came back from outside, "I think I heard someone screaming. Is Master Sanyang awake?"
"No, Master Sanyang is still unconscious." The young Taoist priest's expression didn't change, "Maybe you heard wrongly."
The fat Taoist priest sighed, "Master Sanyang can't stay like this for a long time."
He gave the food to the young Taoist priest and tried to feed the unconscious old Taoist priest some water.
Of course, the old Taoist priest would never wake up.
The young Daoist priest sat down again at the side, eating as he calculated in his heart.
The so-called Mr. Long must be Ao Kong.
Mr. Dark Cloud, who often showed up, might not be his sworn brother.
Many people knew Mr. Blood Shadow's background. He was Blood Shadow, who was active in the Eastern Tang dynasty for a while.
Mr. Zhang was said to be a martial artist.
His eldest brother, third brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, seventh brother, and eighth brother were all possible.
But since he kept a low profile and lived in seclusion, it was more likely that he was the eighth brother.
As for Mr. He, who practiced Confucianism …
Could it be the twelfth brother?
The young Taoist priest narrowed his eyes.
The key was not the five people below, but the most mysterious City Lord, who was above all the people in Chang 'an.
Who could it be?
A figure seemed to flash in front of the young Taoist priest.
Even the back of his neck ached faintly.
The young Taoist priest raised his hand to cover the back of his neck, and his eyes were unprecedentedly cold.
The fat Taoist priest happened to turn his head and see it. He couldn't help being shocked, "Junior Fellow Apprentice Jing Xu, you …"
The young Taoist priest turned his head to look at him.
The fat Taoist priest looked at him carefully and found that his eyes were calm as usual.
He couldn't help rubbing his eyes, "Did I see wrongly …"
"What's wrong, Senior Fellow Apprentice?" Taoist Jing Xu asked with a smile.
The fat Taoist priest looked at him again and quickly shook his head, "Nothing, I just saw wrongly."
After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Are we really going to Liyang Temple?"
Taoist Jing Xu nodded, "Yes, only there can we hope to cure Master Sanyang's injury, and …"
His eyes flashed, "I heard that Immortal Ancient Wood, who once guided our cultivation, is also there."
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