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Chapter 61 Yao Lao, setting poem

The content of "The Great Power of Ghostly Ten Thousand Fires Locking God" is very long.

Because it covers the information of ordinary people from the skin refining realm, all the way to the tenth level of martial arts, the eighth level of supernatural powers, and the eighth level of Taoism.

By the time Xiao Yan finished speaking, the sky outside had begun to brighten.

But the sky was still raining, and silver lines were falling.

Xiao Yan felt a little sleepy, so he raised his hand and yawned. This weather was really suitable for sleeping.

But suddenly, a hand quickly touched his shoulder. Xiao Yan was horrified and looked back.

Yao Lao's eyes were burning, and he said fervently, "Quick, disciple, give me a helping hand!"

What arm?
【Ding! 】

[Ji Zheng: By the way, this magical power is quite impressive. Once you master it, you'll be able to sense celestial phenomena. Remember not to practice it in crowded places.]

Group leader, isn’t your reminder too “timely”?

Xiao Yan let Yao Lao take over his body with a confused look on his face.

Immediately, amidst the rustling rain, "Xiao Yan" put on a black robe, lowered his hood, and immersed his fiery gaze in the dim sky.

Swish!
A large black shadow of a bat flew by.

Xiao Ning, who had just woken up in the clan, was the most hostile peer in the Xiao family towards Xiao Yan. He was trying hard to practice and completely suppress this waste Xiao Yan.

But as the shadow passed by, he felt a chill on his neck. He raised his head in confusion, "Could it be that Xiao Yan would cast a spell on me?"

This must be impossible.

Xiao Ning was confident that Xiao Yan didn't have such strength.

He stretched his arms, rubbed his hands together, and walked towards the back mountain.

He heard that Xiao Yan often went to the back mountain to practice, hoping to regroup and return to the realm of genius.

But is this possible?
It must be impossible.

"Today, I have taken over your training ground to let you know that not only in terms of cultivation, but also in terms of effort, I, Xiao Ning, am the winner!" Xiao Ning said.

And then the mountain.

After "Xiao Yan" flew here, his hood moved automatically without wind. He raised his eyes, and a soul turned into light and flew out from his seven orifices.

Medicine Master Feng Xu appeared under the clouds in the sky, riding the wind.

"Isn't the teacher's appearance a little too ethereal?" Xiao Yan muttered. Yao Lao seemed like a different person after seeing that magical power.

His eyes were blazing, totally different from the usual smiling old man who made medicine.

Could it be that his teacher is about to have a second spring?
"Disciple, some strange phenomena will occur when I practice my supernatural powers, so don't panic." Yao Lao suddenly said.

Xiao Yan was confused.

What vision?

But Yao Lao had already started practicing. He sat cross-legged in the air and began to condense his soul power.

The soul power surged between the eyebrows and formed an illusory divine wheel.

It was humming and spinning, with an eerie and gloomy aura.

Is this the divine power of consciousness?
But it seems that there is nothing strange, teacher.

Xiao Yan was very curious. He wanted to know what would happen if the magical powers of the group leader's world were cultivated here.

But he looked at it for a long time and didn't understand it, because Yao Lao had been keeping this posture for a long time without moving.

Is cultivation like this in the group leader's world?

Oh, so boring.

He wants to see something more exciting.

Xiao Yan yawned, and the sleepiness from not sleeping all night came over him. He was so sleepy that his eyelids were about to twitch.

Xiao Yan looked around bored, hoping to find something new to keep him awake.

"This is... Xiao Ning?"

Xiao Yan stood on the top of the mountain, his gray robe fluttering. He looked down and suddenly saw Xiao Ning walking towards him from the foot of the mountain.

But what is his cheap cousin doing here?
At the foot of the mountain, a confident young man was coming forward with his fists.

He wanted to come here to prove to Xiao Yan that from now on, this place would be called Xiao Ning's Dojo!
But suddenly.

The sky grew gloomy and dark.

Xiao Ning looked up in confusion and saw an old figure standing up at this moment.

"Hahaha!"

A long roar of laughter came from the dark clouds in the sky, and then a figure stepped into the dark clouds.

The mad python's lightning snakes crackled and crackled, darkening the sky and blinding the eyes with sand and wind. Yao Lao laughed heartily as he stood beneath the thundering clouds, the divine wheel between his eyebrows surging and growing, chains clattering out.

Like bones, like prison.

Xiao Ning, who was pressed down the mountain, was shocked and looked around. What happened?
Why did the weather change?
In the distant city of Wutan, pedestrians on the street also stopped in confusion and looked up at the sky.

"Falling into the water."

"Go collect the clothes!"

Wow~
Drifting in the heavy rain, Yao Lao's ghost, the Ten Thousand Fire God Chain, was heard laughing heartily:
"After fourteen calamities, the calamity clouds still cover the sky."

"The soul light in my chest oppresses all living beings, and the sword energy in my fist spreads across the Central Plains."

"Time comes and goes for a hundred years; without death how can a new look be born?"

"Abandon this broken body in exchange for a breeze that sweeps across the sky and restores light years!"

"Shanshan."

"Why are you doing this?"

The transition between joy and desolation happened extremely quickly. Yao Lao sighed and raised his hand. A wisp of cold bone fire floated in his palm.

Behind him, a divine wheel was spinning, as if it contained the cold fire of ghosts and souls, confronting the thunder of heaven and earth.

A bolt of lightning struck down.

Yao Lao didn't care at all.

He clasped his hands together and stepped down the stairs from the air. Thunder was only above him, held up by the divine wheel and unable to come down.

Xiao Yan was dumbfounded and touched his forehead.

Where did this come from for me?

Is this still my teacher?
"Xiao Yanzi, why don't you hold me up?" Yao Lao's voice came over.

Xiao Yan: "?"

But when he hurried over and reached out to hold him, he suddenly found that Yao Lao was about to fall.

Xiao Yan’s pupils widened. “No, Teacher, you were so domineering just now. I thought you were going to become an emperor.”

It turns out you actually have kidney deficiency?

"You..." Yao Lao rolled his eyes angrily.

What is kidney deficiency?
He is now a soul body, so he is naturally afraid of thunder.

The reason he was able to hold on and prevent the thunder from falling was because of his excellent alchemy skills and his familiarity with pill thunder.

Why don’t you help me escape quickly?
"But teacher, look behind you, the sky is full of thunder and lightning that is about to strike you down."

"Are you sure I, who's not even a fighter, can handle it?"

Xiao Yan pointed at himself speechlessly.

Is it true that he has reached the seventh level of fighting spirit and can strike with thunder from the sky?
"I can just hide in the soul ring in your hand. The heavenly thunder won't always stare at me." Yao Lao said.

Then Xiao Yan is fine.

But he suddenly remembered his cousin Xiao Ning who was at the foot of the mountain, "Teacher, there are people at the foot of the mountain."

He didn't have any good feelings towards his cousin, but he didn't want him to die either.

After all, they are all people of the same clan and related by blood.

"Well, I will take him away." Yao Lao nodded.

He possessed Xiao Yan, and then "Xiao Yan" raised his eyes, a thick and mysterious aura surged from deep within his hood, and then he flew down from the top of the mountain indifferently.

Crackling!

The Thunder were chasing after them.

"Xiao Yan" also had lightning and sparks all over his body. He reached out and grabbed Xiao Ning's shoulder, wanting to take him away.

But in Xiao Ning's eyes, "Xiao Yan" was surging with black energy, laughing strangely, and thunder was chasing him wildly from behind.

He is not a decent person no matter how you look at it.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"what--"

"The devil—"

Xiao Ning was so frightened by the gorgeousness that he fainted.

"Xiao Yan": ...Who are you calling the devil?
　The setting poem is copied!

　　I copied it!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)