"Duan Yun, today is the day you pay your debts. If you can’t, these bear paws of mine need only break off your two hands."
The leader was a sowhat familiar-looking man, his cruelty palpable with every word he spoke.
Duan Yun tensed up imdiately and said, "No, these are the hands I use to take pulses, without them, how can I practice the dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart!"
At this mont, Xiatou Ying’s wife suddenly stepped behind him with a kitchen knife in hand, her eyes filled with despair, and yelled, "You can’t touch him!"
Alongside her, the busty twins and the flower-stem girl also shielded him.
Wait, dical Practitioner’s Compassionate Heart, what else is there in my life’s goals?
Just then, Duan Yun had a sudden flash of inspiration, his Extraordinary Wisdom kicking in!
Wait, Extraordinary Wisdom!
I know now!
This is a dream, right?
"Husband, run, we’ll hold them off."
His wives took him to the back door, crying.
"Hahaha... useless trash, actually letting your own..."
Before the Xuanxiong Gang Disciple could finish his sentence, a "pop pop pop pop pop" sound rang out, like frying beans.
The heads of five or six Xuanxiong Gang Disciples suddenly had bullet holes, white smoke billowing from them, and imdiately, their bodies slumped, never to rise again.
"Charge!"
The leader of the Xuanxiong Gang, startled, ordered more disciples from behind to move forward, but then a couple of smoking "eggs" flew over.
The next mont, a few loud bangs were heard.
The last wave of Xuanxiong Gang Disciples were blown into the air, so even ended up hanging by their butts on the crooked tree in the backyard.
In the sight of that leading Xuanxiong Gang Disciple, a team of muscular n in combat attire approached Duan Yun, lifting a powerful firearm, and one of them raised his right hand to his eyebrow, performing a peculiar salute to Duan Yun.
"Sorry, Mr. Duan, we arrived a step too late."
"Ah?"
The Xuanxiong Gang Disciple, whose butt had just been blown apart, wore a stupefied expression.
Just as stunned was the Dharma Image that stood hands plastered to Duan Yun’s head.
At this mont, Duan Yun held Xiatou Ying’s hand, comforting her not to worry.
"Mr. Duan, the Flying Tiger Team is fully ready, awaiting your orders."
Duan Yun commanded, "These are all evil demons and terrorists, spare none!"
"YES! SIR!"
Then ca a rattle of sweeping gunfire, the originally ferocious Xuanxiong Gang was turned into a sieve, dying with their eyes wide open.
At this instant, the Dharma Image that appeared on Duan Yun dimd slightly, but it still pressed on Duan Yun’s head, black aura once again infiltrating his Sea of Consciousness.
The bodies of the Xuanxiong Gang Disciples were swiftly taken away, and the ground was cleaned.
But only the body of the Xuanxiong Gang leader lay there, unmoved by several n.
Duan Yun walked over, finally rembering who this was.
Isn’t this Wang Li, the first bad guy he had killed?
This guy’s grave grass should already be several ters high.
Extraordinary Wisdom didn’t deceive , this is indeed a dream!
This dream is even more bizarre.
Only to see the expression of shock on the face of this riddled corpse, mouth agape.
His body seed rooted to the ground, impossible to pull out.
Just then, a sobbing wind whistled out from the corpse’s mouth, the temperature of the entire backyard dropping slightly.
"There’s sothing!"
Suddenly, Xiatou Ying’s wife scread.
Then Wang Li’s corpse’s mouth moved, and a head squeezed out.
This head had long horns, its long beard transparent and soft, turning out to be a small dragon head.
With a snap, the dragon head burst through the mouth and flew out, revealing itself to be a small dragon.
Only to see the small dragon grow as soon as it t the wind, and in a re mont, it beca as large as a mountain, hovering over the courtyard and obscuring the sun.
At the sa ti, the Dharma Image that appeared on Duan Yun’s body also took on a strange dragon shape.
In the dream, the dragon’s frosty scales, golden eyes, and sharp dragon whiskers like swords pointing to the sky all indicated the danger it posed.
"Mr. Duan, this thing is huge," said the leader of the team, his face filled with confusion.
"First, withdraw and find cover."
"Yes! Sir!"
"Extraordinary Wisdom, rotate!"
Under everyone’s gaze, Duan Yun let out a loud shout, and a red silk ribbon flew out from the cellar in the backyard, encircling his body.
Imdiately after, two flaming wheels rolled forward and landed at Duan Yun’s feet.
Then, Duan Yun stepped onto the Fire Wheel and flew into the sky.
When everyone’s eyes moved past the burning flas and saw his body again, he was holding a burning long spear.
"Roar!"
The giant dragon roared, its breath so powerful that it shattered the roof tiles, its aura towering.
With a whoosh, the red silk suddenly expanded, turning into a flowing river, heading towards the dragon’s body.
In an instant, the dragon’s body was bound.
The next mont, the dragon’s head revealed a shocked expression.
This was because it saw Duan Yun standing on the Fire Wheel, holding the Fla Gun, suddenly taking on a form with three heads and six arms.
The opponent was clearly so small, yet it brought great fear to the dragon, as if it had encountered a natural predator.
The dragon-shaped Dharma Image also showed a fearful expression.
In the dream, the giant dragon roared, broke free from the red silk, but at that mont, the burning Wind and Fire Wheel had already rolled over, lifting up dragon scales.
In the next instant, the spear stirred violently, and the dragon whimpered, as dragon blood rained down.
The last image the dragon saw of Duan Yun was him suddenly rushing forward, after which, it found its Dragon Tendon had been pulled out...
"Roar~~~~"
Following the massive mournful cry, the dragon in the sky suddenly lost support and fell downward limply.
The Dharma Image on Duan Yun’s body dimd a bit more.
At this mont, Duan Yun suddenly opened his eyes and faced the Dharma Image.
Both were startled.
In the dream, Duan Yun had detected sothing strange about the dream and didn’t expect it to be this Dharma Image-like thing causing trouble.
When had this thing been refined?
Startled, the Dharma Image began to sway, looking as if it wanted to escape from Duan Yun’s body.
"Little Yu, catch it!"
The Netherworld Jade Sword Immortal Dharma appeared, and in an instant, the strange Dharma Image was completely locked by the Sword Qi silk, its expression panicked.
Duan Yun marveled, saying, "I didn’t expect this Dharma Image I cultivated this ti to be naturally sentient."
"You know, even for a Dharma Image, this Young Hero likes won, beautiful won, it’s a pity you aren’t one."
"What this Young Hero dislikes are evil heretics."
"Refine instantaneously!"
Duan Yun’s Sea of Consciousness rotated, and Little Yu suddenly expanded, causing the not-human-not-god-like Dharma Image to instantly beco blurry and even changed its form.
...
So ti later, deep in the mines, a stone coffin was blasted open, and a decrepit Daoist corpse climbed out.
On his head, three pitch-black lotuses ascended, one of which was rapidly withering away.
"Three Flowers Lady!"
On the back of the corpse, a woman with three lotus flowers tattoo appeared faintly.
"Daoist!"
"Daoist, my Three Flowers Primordial Spirit, my Primordial Spirit, it’s gone!"
With a boom, one of the lotuses completely dissipated, leaving only two swaying left and right with the old Daoist corpse.
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