I tilted my head to avoid his slashing knife, but unexpectedly, the Golden-armored Immortal Lord was tireless, and since I didn’t have any light skills and was slow to escape, he turned around and kicked me in the chest, sending me flying away.

About ten meters away, my body fell heavily onto the tomb bricks of the cave wall. Even though I was protected by mountain chain mail, I couldn't withstand the powerful force. My internal organs felt like they were exploding. I took a big gulp.

Blood spurted out.

"Fuck! Damn it!" I yelled.

Seeing this, Mei Hui was anxious in her heart. She wished she could rush up and suffer for me now. "Taoist Master, I beg you. I, Pu Meihui, have never knelt down for anyone in my life. Today I kneel down and kowtow to you. Please save me."

Save my brother, he will die if he continues like this! I know you are the only one who has the ability to save him. No matter what you want, I will give it to you, including mountain chain mail and golden dragon cassock!" Meihui cried to Wang Laodao.

Kneel down and kowtow while talking.

"Get up, kid, I don't want to save him unless I'm a poor man. No matter how disrespectful Wushuang is to me, just call me master. I will do my best. I can't just watch him die. But the one guarding the thirteen armors

It’s not the physical body, but the soul of the Immortal Lord. You and I are both fleshly, and we can’t even touch it! Don’t worry, let me think about it again.”

There is no way I would just admit defeat. Even if it is a tiger, I have to break a tooth out of its mouth. This is what I think. If I can't defeat him, I will have to hurt his spirit. At the very least, I have to give it to a mouse.

And Mihui and the others clear the way.

Thinking of this, he held his chest and managed to hold himself up, and then got entangled with the golden-armored general.

Wang Laodao closed his eyes peacefully. At this moment of great urgency, he leisurely sat on the ground with his legs crossed and held a fly whisk.

"Taoist priest, what are you doing? Why are you still sitting down? My brother won't be able to support it anymore!"

Without opening his eyes, Wang Laodao took out a piece of yellow paper from his sleeve, bit his index finger, and quickly wrote a string of strange characters on the yellow paper with his finger blood. No one could recognize these characters, which were like heavenly books.

It is generally difficult to tell the difference between ghosts and gods, so the talisman exploded in his hand and turned into paper ash, drifting toward me.

"Taoist Priest, please speak! If you don't speak, I will strip you naked!" the mouse said nonsense.

"Stop messing around. You two should be quiet for a while. Wait for Pindao to do what he does and try to see if he can leave his soul. If successful, it may help Wushuang. However, once my three souls leave my body, my body will be like an empty body. You two have nothing to do with it.

Be a protector for this poor Taoist!" Wang Laodao asked.

"Ah? Protect the Dharma? How to protect it? I've never done it before, and I don't know how to recite sutras."

"The elm head protects my body!"

"Don't worry, there is absolutely no problem. They will kill one by one or both of them!"

Only then did Wang Laodao feel relieved and retracted his mind to cast the spell again. He was a Taoist, and the spells of shamanism were completely different. He closed his eyes tightly and held a colorful fly whisk in one hand, and the colors flickered inside.

Just like a winding and rotating rainbow of seven colors, wisps floated out from it and circled around Wang Laodao's body.

He pressed his belly button with the thumb of his other hand, and then moved his head up and down along this point. When his thumb reached the middle of his forehead, he shouted: "The world is endless, and the three souls are boiling.
Chapter completed!