Peerless Taoist

Steam rose as white cranes and spiritual monkeys appeared in the air. This was a scene that only appeared when the Heaven Earth Yuan Qi was being refined.    

"It's done! This lord has waited for this moment for far too long!"    

Lu Zhidao suppressed his emotions, but it was still hard for him to hide his excitement.    

Lu Zhidao's voice resounded through the empty hall. He paced back and forth in the hall, raising his hand and casting a spell that landed in the copper pot.    

Gulp!    

The medicinal soup in the copper pot started to boil, and the alchemy process seemed to have reached its peak.    

At the same time, Pang Nianqiu also felt that something was wrong.    

She'd had her fair share of inheritances before, and some of the stronger ones were eccentric and might have left behind a few odd legacies, but Pang Nianqiu had never met anyone who would set up a pot of water to boil as soon as they met.    

It was as if an ordinary person had been captured by the Demonic Beast and sent to the nest to be eaten.    

"I still have important matters to attend to. I should leave Senior's inheritance to others!"    

Pang Nianqiu spoke, and immediately turned around and prepared to leave.    

The ancient palaces were extremely mysterious to her, and a sense of fear filled her heart.    

Although her head was spinning, Pang Nianqiu still maintained his battle stance. He was as fast as the wind, and he immediately put some distance between him and Lu Zhidao.    

"Since I've given you my inheritance, you can have it or not." Lu Zhidao snickered coldly as he raised his hand and took Pang Nianqiu over.    

He was too strong and had once been a god.    

Although the current Lu Zhidao was just a wisp of consciousness, he wasn't someone Pang Nianqiu could fight against.    

Pang Nianqiu suppressed the dizziness in his mind and said through gritted teeth, "I don't have any enmity with you, so why are you restricting me?"    

At that instant, Pang Nianqiu saw Lu Zhidao's wicked smile. It was filled with excitement and bloodthirstiness.    

He was like a demon that had finally become the final winner, and he was laughing wildly. He was obviously not a good person.    

Lu Zhidao held Pang Nianqiu's neck and shook his head, "Unfortunately, it's a female corpse. However, the Buddha has a thousand faces. Men, women, old, and young all have their own faces. I don't mind being a woman for once."    

"What are you trying to do?"    

"Can't you tell? I want to give you a piece of good fortune."    

Lu Zhidao let out a "Giggle," which sounded like a night owl's cry. At this moment, a cold demonic aura appeared around his body, making him seem completely different from before.    

"God Slaughtering Whip!"    

Pang Nianqiu's heart jumped as he summoned a purple whip in his hand.    

The long whip danced in the air and gave off a cracking sound. The long purple whip was a powerful treasure that had the power of a soul.    

"What kind of broken magic treasure is it? It's not even worth mentioning at all. You are still too weak. If that Immortal was here, he might be able to do anything to me, but you... are far too weak!"    

Lu Zhidao did not think much of it. His cloudy eyes could see the vicissitudes of life.    

Black smoke came from his body, which then turned into two skeletal hands that grabbed the whip and snapped it in half.    

"It's useless. This is my territory!"    

Lu Zhidao grabbed Pang Nianqiu from the air again. He then sealed Pang Nianqiu's power with his hands.