The fine beads of sweat slid down her cheeks, and Qin Si's face turned pale. At that moment, she felt an arrow coming straight to her eyebrows.

If she hadn't reacted quickly and had her supernatural powers and restrained, this arrow would have probably entered her body.

This scene was very similar to the kind of curse and killing magic that she had seen in the Daozang, and the book of nailheads and arrows.

Bang!

At this time, Daoren Lin's palm power shattered the scattered fog.

"I really want to kill you!"

Lin Daoren's face turned pale, and his five fingers were pinching his "crack" sounded, but his weakness rose from the bottom of his heart.

He knew very well about the old witch's methods. Not to mention that he had not recovered from his serious injury, even if he recovered from his full strength and crossed the threshold of the Martial Saint, he would not be an opponent.

"Nailhead Book."

The old Taoist Zhenyan had black blood flowed from his mouth and nose, and his face was also extremely ugly:

"I didn't expect that she actually has such strange magical magic powers..."

No one knows how many supernatural powers there are in the world, just as the types and quantities of Taoist fruits are unestimated, but there have been records of Taoist fruits and supernatural powers throughout the dynasties.

Among all the magical powers, the magical powers belong to an extremely special category. According to legend, it is extremely difficult to launch such magical powers, but once they are activated, even the gods of Daluo cannot resist it.

In legends, they are all extremely strange magical powers.

"Is that old witch really uncontrollable?"

Daoren Lin could not be calm.

"I am a thief when I am old but not dead. She said that she was a friend of Lu Chen, discussed Taoism with Bodhidharma, and discussed martial arts with the sloppy Taoist. She has been alive for nearly three thousand years.

Such a long time, the foundation is so profound that it is hard to describe. It is too difficult to compete with it, too difficult..."

The old Taoist Zhenyan couldn't help coughing up blood as he said:

"If Xuanba could cross that threshold, there might be 30% possible, but only 30%..."

"Three thousand years..."

After hearing this sentence, even if it is Zhao Kun or Daoren Lin, he can't help but lose his voice.

How long is three thousand years?

Throughout history, the dynasties that can be traced back to the end of Qin, and from the end of Qin to the present, it has only been three thousand years!

In the past three thousand years, dynasties have changed dozens of times!

Lu Chen, Bodhidharma, sloppy Taoist, and even all the genius and ancestors who can leave traces in the years have all passed away.

And she is still alive.

"Not human..."

It was not until this time that Qin Si truly understood the true meaning of the ancestors' "she is not human".

People cannot live so long.

"She is not invincible. More than a thousand years ago, the sloppy Taoist injured her with the Seven Tribulation Sword..."

While speaking, the old Taoist Zhenyan coughed up blood again.

His injuries had reached a shocking point, and in his own sense, he had no physical body.

"Master!"

Daoren Lin stepped forward to try and input the true qi, but he felt that his body was like a sieve. No matter how much true qi was input, it would not be retained.

He was unwilling to accept it and tried again and again until his true energy was almost exhausted, he stopped amid the reprimanding sounds of the old Taoist.

"The damage of magical powers cannot be broken by martial arts."

The old Taoist stopped the disciple, and when he saw that he was about to try, his tone became heavy:

"You don't even listen to what you are a teacher?"

"disciple……"

Daoren Lin sighed dejectedly and felt deeply powerless.

His all his orifices were damaged, and his true energy was not as strong as that of an ordinary master. Otherwise, he would have tried another one or two more.

"Master, I'll give it another try..."

Qin Si wiped the sweat beads on her face, breathing poorly, and used her magical powers dozens of times in succession, exhausting her energy, and she was exhausted at this time.

“No need.”

Zhenyan waved his hand and looked a little lonely:

"It should be like this, so that's it."

Qin Si gritted her teeth and forced herself to move forward. Zhao Kun wanted to stop her, but she pushed her away. The white light in her hands was placed again and pressed on the shoulders of the old Taoist Zhenyan.

This time, without the black fog, it went very smoothly, but after several drive away, her body trembled violently, but the old Taoist's complexion only improved a little.

Finally, Qin Si had to give up:

"No, with my current level of magical power, I cannot drive away the magical power wounds on my master's body. I'm afraid it may not be enough to be promoted to the second level..."

Lin Daoren's eyes dimmed for a moment and then ignited again:

"If the second level is not achieved, then the third level! I don't believe that with the fortune of the nine paths, you will not be able to promote your supernatural powers!"

Hearing this, Zhao Kun's heart sank and looked at Qin Si. Although the latter's face was pale, he still spoke.

"Uncle Master, disciple..."

"I gave your life!"

Daoren Lin interrupted her coldly, and there was a flash of unbearableness in his eyes, but more, they were still tough:

"Is it possible that twenty years of raising and teaching the kindness of teaching? Isn't it as good as that boy's few faces with you?"

Qin Si's expression was dim, but the old Taoist Zhenyan spoke in a low voice.

"Old Qi!"

"Master."

Daoren Lin's expression slowed down.

"You have become more and more biased after not seeing each other for twenty years."

Looking at his beloved disciple with gray hair, Zhenyan's reprimand could not help but relieve his reprimand:

"Have you ever taught you this way with your teacher?"

“Master…”

Dao Ren Lin bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "The disciple is wrong, but..."

"Master."

At this time, Zhao Kun gritted his teeth and took a step forward, whispering to his master's ancestors about the causes and consequences.

From Lin Daoren and other brothers, they heard that Daoguo was going to search for him, adopted Qin Si, and Qianlong was found by Wang Muzhi...

Say it out one by one, no matter how big or small.

"And that Yang Zhu..."

At this point, Zhao Kun stopped, looked at Qin Si, and then looked at Dao Ren Lin. He felt embarrassed and didn't know how to speak.

It was still Daoren Lin who spoke: "In the past century, there are only three and a half talents that can be seen, one is Wang Muzhi, a man from Wanxiang Mountain, and the other is Wei Zhengxian.

The Longyuan Prince's Mansion realized that the undefeated Tiangang was half a girl, and the last one was Yang Yu."

Daoren Lin had no expression on his face. No matter how dissatisfied he felt in his heart, he would not admit that Yang Yu's talent and martial arts were the best choice.

"A such an outstanding young man and Xiao Si are in love with him, why do you do anything to help break up? I, Yulong Temple, don't avoid marriage."

Zhenyan shook his head helplessly:

"As for supernatural powers, no matter how great the supernatural powers are, they are more powerful than the human heart..."

Plop!

Lin Daoren knelt on his knees, and couldn't help but turn red: "But your body..."

"What's the point of having an old life?"

I seemed to care about the truth, so I asked a few people to sit down and asked about the changes in the Yulong Temple over the past twenty years.

Daoren Lin looked silent, and Zhao Kun whispered.

"On that night more than 20 years ago, there was a roar in the mountains, and several uncles and a group of imperial masters rushed into the mountains.

But after one night, only a few uncles and uncles returned sadly, and several great masters from the court disappeared..."

Speaking of the past, Zhao Kun looked painful. He was just a Taoist boy back then. He watched the sect be destroyed, but there was no way.

"The court was furious, and the old emperor Thunder Ting was furious. Not only did he send masters to surround us, he also posted wanted orders in various provinces, prefectures, prefectures and counties. For more than 20 years, he has never stopped the pursuit of us.
To be continued...