My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

  Chapter 793 Shenlong Bloodline Reappears

   Recognizing the sorcery used by the Qing Xuan Taoist, Mr. He’s expression changed drastically, and he took the lead and rushed towards the Qing Xuan Taoist.

  Luo Baode and others also followed immediately, including the two Elder Du and Elder Ma who were invited by the Qing Xuan Taoist.

   Although they usually have inadvertent contacts with the Qingxuan Dao people, they have some friendships, and they were invited to come this time. If the Qing Xuan Dao people are really evil cultivators, then their situation is not good.

   Therefore, in order to prove their innocence, at this time they must try their best to stop the Qingxuan Taoist.

   “This elder is dead, and he will be dragged to bury you!”

  Qing Xuan Taoist knew that his evil cultivator identity had been exposed, and he would definitely not be able to live. Since he could not live like this, he would die together, and no one would want to live!

  As the Qing Xuan Taoist’s voice fell, the violently surging black mist around him became denser, and the bursts of ghost crying and wolf howling became more acute.

   “He is going to sacrifice himself in blood, run!”

   Tang Zheng, who had just rushed over, saw the proud madness in the eyes of Taoist Qing, and the secret in his heart was not good, so he suddenly shouted to remind the people present.

  However, it was too late.

  Lu Zijia didn’t know when he grabbed a handful of talisman in his hand. He was about to throw the talisman, and when he was pulling his own man to escape, he suddenly felt something, and looked at his man with a ‘huh’.

  I saw a golden light suddenly appeared on Mu Tianyan’s body, and then it became more and more prosperous, which was very dazzling.

   “Horo——”

  A golden dragon phantom suddenly rose from Mu Tianyan’s body, and the deafening dragon roar made everyone present feel a headache and cracked, and could not help covering their ears.

  With the sound of the dragon’s roar, the expression of the Taoist Qing Xuan who was still crazy and proud suddenly became terrified.

   “Ah—no, no—”

“boom–“

  Following the desperate screams of the Qing Xuan Taoist, a huge cracking sound suddenly sounded.

  At the moment when the huge bang sounded, the black mist surging violently around the Qingxuan Taoist turned into countless powders and disappeared between heaven and earth in an instant.

   “Puff——”

  Bright red blood suddenly gushed out from the Qingxuan Taoist’s seven holes, his eyes filled with unwillingness were staring round, his body fell straight to the ground, and his breath was lost in an instant.

  Looking at the scene in front of him, Luo Baode and others couldn’t help being stunned, even the master of Mu Qing Taoist was no exception.

  Lu Zijia already knew the blood of the dragon on Mu Tianyan, so he was not surprised.

  Seeing that everyone else was in shock, and could not be affected for a long time, Lu Zijia threw a talisman to force in the ghost of the Taoist Qing Xuan who wanted to escape.

   “Ayan, how do you feel?”

  Lu Zijia put away the talisman, and hurriedly walked to his man to check his condition.

   Mu Tianyan looked pale and shook his head, “I’m fine.”

  Although he said it was okay, Lu Zijia realized that he was very weak at the moment.

   Grabbed his wrist to check the pulse, and found that apart from the exhaustion of his internal strength, he seemed to have no major problems, and then his holding heart slowly relaxed.

  However, Lu Zijia still gave Mu Tianyan a few Zhenyuan Pills to recover, and it was painful to see the people present.

   “Friend Lu Xiaodao, I don’t know if Qingxuan Yin Soul can be handed over to me? In order to show my sincerity, how about I exchange this string of consecrated Buddha beads?”

  After Tang Zheng recovered, he took out a string of wooden prayer beads bracelet from his body and spoke to Lu Zijia politely.

  (End of this chapter)