The old Taoist pine-shaped crane bones, with hair and beard hanging down, with smoke and swelling above his head, and the Milky Way flowing behind him, with a few steps, as if the wind and clouds were light, but the Taoist rhyme was hidden, and every move was hidden, as if an immortal descended to earth.

He was approaching in an instant, bowed to Xiao Sheng and said, "Where is the fellow Taoist coming from?"

"I am a scattered person from Wuyi Mountain. I will come to pay tribute to you when I pass by Buzhou Mountain. If you disturb me, please forgive me." Xiao Sheng looked at him and saw that his breath was not leaking, he hurriedly replied and explained.

The Taoist smiled slightly and said very kindly: "It's okay. I am a wandering son, known as the ancestor of Yuanchen, who practiced countless cold and heat in Buzhou Mountain. He received the help of Pangu's remains and would soon attain the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. I think my friend has a clear and wonderful roots and a deep blessing, and can inherit my Taoist tradition. I wonder what you think?"

Hearing the four words "Hunyuan Dao Fruit", Xiao Sheng felt a sense of confusion, but his face showed a look of envy and asked without answering: "Dare you ask seniors, how can you achieve Hunyuan Dao Fruit?"

"The great way is three thousand, and it is not enough. The mystery is hard to say one by one. My way is to create creatures, start a sect and proclaim the truth with supreme merits. I have no disciples yet, and my friend can be the leader and take charge of the great teachings." The floating son pondered.

Xiao Sheng sneered secretly, if this could be a saint, then wouldn’t all kinds of species run around the world and be in chaos? This floating Taoist must have made up this slander after seeing the scene of Nuwa creating human beings and the establishment of the Three Pure Ones and Two Saints becoming saints. If he hadn’t had the advantage of being foresighted, if he had been deceived by others, he might have been deceived by others.

Although he knew that the Fuyouzi had bad intentions, Xiao Sheng could not see his purpose, so he remained silent and pretended to be puzzled, asking: "If it is true, why did the ancestor of the Styx create the Asura clan and also takes charge of the Asura sect, but he cannot attain enlightenment and become a saint?"

Fuyouzi was stunned when he heard this. Obviously, he didn't expect that this young Taoist priest with a low level of cultivation would know a lot.

He paused, his tone was heartfelt, and he smiled and said, "You only know one thing, but not the other. Well, the Dharma was not passed down from the six ears, but I just saw that you were destined to be, so I said I knew it with you. If you want to realize the Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal, Hongmeng Purple Qi is indispensable. If you want to have the blessings of the Blood Sea, the Styx River, and the embarrassment, he can only sigh without the foundation of the Great Dao."

As he said that, the floating son flicked his sleeves, and a strange fragrance suddenly rolled in his nose, and the ray of rays of purple aura containing the supreme power was suspended in the air, hovering unsteadily.

"I am lucky to obtain two Hongmeng purple auras from Pangu's remains. One of them I have used. The remaining purple aura is hard to find in the world. I am ready to give it to my disciples. Don't you want to get it and achieve the Hunyuan Dao with this?"

In this last sentence, the voice of the floating son becomes erratic and soft, like the sound of a demon, which penetrates straight into his ears, eroding people's hearts and is full of endless temptations.

Xiao Sheng's mind was dazed, his eyes were slightly confused, and he felt the urge to go up and down to bow. He showed a look of hesitation on his face, but his legs and feet were not in control at all, and he walked slowly over step by step.

Seeing this, the floating son showed a smile on his face and continued to bewitch him.

Xiao Sheng struggled to walk forward, and the floating son could no longer hold back and laughed. The purple air spun in the air for a few times, then suddenly shook, faded away the light, and flew towards Xiao Sheng's eyebrows like a blood nematode.

At that time, the blood worm penetrated into Xiao Sheng's body and heard a shrill wail. The face of the floating son changed drastically, and the clear face suddenly became pale and ferocious. He stared at Xiao Sheng with his fierce eyes, but there were no other figures except the blood worm burned to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, a hot air came to the face, and the thick sun fire fell from the void, covering the sky, and red lotus burned across the sky, all rushing towards the floating spiders.

The floating spider sensed danger, and the smoke was lingering on his head, surging with mist, protecting his whole body firmly. However, the true sun fire is an innate wonderful thing achieved on the Fusang tree, and it cannot be easily resisted. The boundless fire fell on the clouds, crackling and sizzling, and soon it wiped out the clouds.

Losing the treasure of the body, the floating son is inseparable from the rain of fire, and his body explodes and turns into Venus all over the sky.

"Um?"

In the void, Xiao Sheng couldn't help but feel suspicious when he saw the death of the Fuhuan Son. Although he had mastered the original power of the Fusang tree and could activate some of the true sun fire, this person's every move was unfathomable, and it seemed that he should not be the only skill.

"Hehe, I found you, a hateful ant."

While Xiao Sheng was watching, a body appeared quietly above his head, which was the floating son who had lived after the fire. At this time, he was no longer covered by mist. It was more like a soul, without any blood and energy, and it was particularly strange.

He grinned and sneered, revealing his white and slutty fangs, and a beast-like roar was slamming from his throat, and he swooped down. Xiao Sheng below sensed the chill from above his head. Just as he was about to dodge, a golden light mixed with mysterious rune-like marks cut through the void and directly fixed the floating son.

The floating spider with bloody face was shot in golden light, just like a fish and turtle shrouded in boundless nets, unable to break free.

Seeing the opportunity, Xiao Sheng quickly raised the Fusang tree, opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of true energy. Countless true fires of the sun were gathered in the void. The red clouds filled the fire and condensed into a fire dragon, and rushed towards the floating spider with teeth and claws.

The fire dragon roared and entangled the floating swish through the golden light. The sun's true fire burned to refine the virtual and real ones. Then the floating swish didn't even have time to escape, and then he and his body, which had burnt skin and rotten flesh, were refined into ashes.

The floating son died and his soul was destroyed. Xiao Sheng instantly came back to his senses. The surroundings were still the same environment, but there was a different atmosphere. It turned out that when he was walking to the foot of Buzhou Mountain, he somehow deviated from the route and stepped into this maze. Until now, he was still spinning back and forth near the foot of the mountain.

"It's really gratifying to be safe and sound."

A gentle voice came, and Xiao Shengxun looked at him and saw a young Taoist standing not far away, with a face like pink and lips like red vermilion, looking at him with concern. The Taoist held a bronze mirror in his hand, and the light was not visible, but Xiao Sheng knew that it should not be underestimated, and the imposing golden light was emitted by it.

He quickly tidied up his clothes and bowed, "I am Xiao Sheng from Wuyi Mountain. He has just come to Buzhou Mountain to travel. He accidentally got into the mystery. Thank you for your help from fellow Taoists. He never forgets his feelings for drawing his sword."

The Taoist replied with a bow and said with a smile: "Why do you need to thank me? It is a matter for the Taoist to save good and get rid of evil? Besides, this demon is extraordinary. If the Taoist is not a good person and has a deep root and self-seeking, I am afraid that I will not have time to help."

Xiao Sheng stepped forward and bowed, asking for advice: "Friend Taoist's words, it seems that he knows this monster?"

The Taoist looked over, looked at the sky, and murmured: "Have you ever heard of the name "Mang"?"

"I know the name of the ancient mirage demon."

The mirage, the dragon, is also large in shape like a snake, with horns like a dragon, with red mane, and the scales below the waist are all reversed. The savage becomes the shadow of the heart, and it will be seen when you enter, smell the fragrance and smoke comes out of it, all of which become the shape of the human heart.
Chapter completed!