Taoist chanting

Tu Kun's technique became more and more sophisticated, and he continued to buy time for Zhang Guanzhu who got out of the mud, and said humbly: "I am laughing, this 'Spiritual Sword Art' is learned from the fairy temple, and it is not good at learning, which makes fellow Taoists laugh. "

The sword light suddenly disappeared, overflowing from the densely packed white light.

After some fighting, he controlled the flying sword that was not fully used and made a small victory.

When Jian Guang reappeared, he stabbed the white-robed old man's neck fiercely from behind.

The old man in white robe took a step forward, and the white and black radiance on his body suddenly expanded.

Almost caught the golden flying sword in it, he turned around and waved his hand, a white flame suddenly appeared on the surface of the flying stone, enclosing Tu Kun who had escaped into the stone, and burned it blazingly.

Under the control of Tu Kun inside the stone, the flying sword was still agile and sharp, and could not be entangled with the white-robed old man, but he did not dare to approach the old man more than three feet away. Tu Kun was anxious, he could rush out from the white flame, but It is impossible to escape into the stone again, and the old man is just waiting for him to be fooled.

The temple master said that there is a way to hurt the old witch cultivator, why hasn't he seen it?

The white-robed old man was suddenly surprised to find that his back was facing the boy who had crawled out of the mud, why did he lose his breath?This shock was no small matter, if that kid really disappeared from under his nose, where would his old face be put?

Turning around suddenly, in the dark night, he clearly saw the kid leaning against a small tree, wiping the blood from his mouth.

The two little guys we have to deal with today are too weird, and they have such abilities.

If he was in the forest, it would be very possible for that kid to escape.

The moment the old man turned around, two flying swords pierced the back of the old man's neck and left rib respectively.

"Come on, stupid!"

The old man's face sank like water, and he cursed in a low voice, and the witch power on his body spread rapidly.

One of the two flying swords was able to flip away at the edge of the witch power, and the other rushed forward fiercely. The moment it approached the old man's left rib, the light flashed and exploded with a "bang".

"Hmph, what can the self-explosive flying sword do to this old man?"

The figure of the white-robed old man froze, and there seemed to be several double images, and the black witch power was wrapped in violently erupting fragments, flying around with unmatched strength.

For him, even if a Jindan master of the same level blew himself up in front of him, it would not be able to hurt him at all.

With his hundreds of years of rich combat experience, the tricks used by mere juniors are all leftovers from their previous years.

It can be broken easily!

However, in the next moment, the kid in the torn robe slashed out with a sword, and the sword energy locked on him from a distance of hundreds of feet still surprised him. The method is to remove this sword move to one side.

A sneer twitched from the corner of the white-robed old man's mouth, so what?

With a wave of his right hand, the ten-foot-long sword light slashed at the sword qi turbulently. There was a rapid friction sound, and the brilliance was a little bit. It seemed that there was a rain of sword qi in the air. Wherever it fell, small pits appeared on the muddy ground.

The stronger one wins, and soon the duel of sword light and sword energy comes to fruition, and the sword energy is completely eliminated.

The old man in white robe suddenly twisted his body, "chick", a slight piercing sound sounded from behind him.

"Natural Sword Qi!"

The face of the old man and Feng Xiaoyu showed pain and a hint of ferocity. The sword energy contained in the self-destructing flying sword hurt him. It was another accident. His old body was no better than before, and he couldn't hide it Even the sword light in the air collapsed because of his distraction.

"die!"

The old man spat out a word. He used witch power to fortify his body heavily, arranging it like a maze to trouble the ray of sword energy that invaded his body. He slapped the nasty boy standing by the tree with his left hand condescendingly.

He actually saw a trace of inexplicable contempt in the boy's eyes, and a strange thought flashed, he didn't believe that the boy could still have the means to make him look good?Another [-]% strength was added to the palm.

He wanted to slap that kid to death, even if that kid was protected by a magic weapon, he would inevitably be killed on the spot.

Tu Kun is in a hurry, is this the ruthless method that the viewer swears to hurt the other party?

He suddenly got out of the stone, and drove the flying sword to stab the injured but not serious white-robed old man with a scream. The priest wanted to die together, how could he look like suicide?

With the momentum of Mount Tai pressing down on the top, a huge palm shadow, "Peng", knocked down the muddy ravine for several feet.

Trees and rocks were all smashed, only a figure in tattered clothes stood upright in the darkness at the bottom of the pit.

Zhang Wenfeng had already died once just now, he looked up at the astonished old man, ignored the anxious and howling Tu Kun, and softly shouted: "Yin soldiers, attack!"

A pair of Mohu Yin soldiers the size of a pair of fingers jumped out of the black cloth bag around his waist, and the moment they landed, they were several feet away. They turned into tall Yin soldiers riding ghosts and beasts. Silent and indifferent, they soared into the air, and both of them killed the dumbfounded old man in white robe.

Seeing these changes made Tu Kun's blood boil.

It is the method of the hairpin ancestor, who can drive so many Yin soldiers and cavalry generals, none other than the hairpin ancestor!

He just couldn't understand, why did the temple master have to die once to be able to use this kind of killing power?

Couldn't it be used sooner?

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Chapter 395

The feeling of dying once is definitely not good!

To keep calm before the landslide is a choice that has no choice.

Zhang Wenfeng believes that Mo Ye's improved "replacing the dead ghost" yin soldier talisman is to solve the biggest crisis in front of him. The escape method slipped away, otherwise he would have died in vain this time, wasting the heaven-defying effect of the dead ghost talisman.

He released a whole Guitougu powder back and forth, but it was useless against the experienced guardian of Wuxiu.

Fortunately, he has many means and does not hesitate to treasure.

Like the Flying Sword of Transforming Void and Returning to Reality named "Prickly Thorn", it is rare in the world, and it explodes at the slightest disagreement.

Exercising the unique skill of sword supernatural power, just in order to be able to stab that ray of natal sword energy into the back of the white-robed old man, at any cost, even costing his life.

Fortunately, there were no deviations in the results. A pair of phantom shadow soldiers and ghost knights had already formed a cavalry formation of Yin soldiers. The old men in white robes fought together.

The whole body is in black armor, and the misty and faceless Yin soldiers are holding ghostly fire spears. They kill the tall phantom ghost beasts with four or six or ten shots. They are silent and ghostly. They are not afraid of life and death, just He rushed forward and fired a shot.

The white-robed old man understood that the Taoist boy was the one who caused the evil. As long as he killed that boy, all the seemingly endless shadows of shadow soldiers summoned by some unknown method would disappear.

However, he lost all his moves first. Facing the shadows of Yin soldiers with third-level strength overwhelming, he was tired of coping.

I couldn't even hit a punch when I took the time, so I had to rely on the treasures in my body to fight and retreat to the west. The ray of sword energy that pierced his body didn't take the opportunity to attack, but lurked down, letting him feel like a light on his back, Very uncomfortable.

"Boy, who are you? Why can you drive the Nether Yin Soldiers?"

Although the old man in white robe didn't have a job for several years, he never thought that he would end his long life in this way. Make the most favorable arrangements, and the difference of a few years can often cultivate a few decisive masters.

Tu Kun had already captured the flying stone, and Zhang Guanzhu, who flew out of the pit, fell two hundred feet behind all the Yin soldiers and ghost riders. He didn't dare to get too close, and he couldn't leave too far.

There are still pairs of ghost soldiers jumping out from the stone figurines inside the black cloth bag and bottle, turning into silent ghost riders and besieging and killing the old man in white robe.

No one paid any attention to the desperate guardian of Wuxiu.

From the bottom of his heart, Tu Kun sighed with emotion for the generosity of the ancestor of the hairpin flower, and the arrangement of the second hand was too unexpected.

A few more Golden Core monsters would be consumed by the endless emergence of third-tier Yin soldiers and ghost rider shadows. Such asymmetrical killings would cause even fifth-tier masters to shy away.

The white-robed old man was covered with blood. He cast a life-threatening long sword and killed five or six Yin soldiers and ghost cavalry in the front. Not destroyed, falling into a situation of killing more and more.

The Yin soldiers and ghost riders were silent, fearless in life and death, just rolling around like a wheel.

After about half a quarter of an hour, after more than [-] miles, a broken corpse fell to the ground from the air.

Zhang Wenfeng withdrew his natal sword energy with a wave of his hand, after he died once, there was no need for him to make another move.

All the Yin soldiers and ghost riders raised their spears and raised their guns in a uniform line.

He cupped his hands in return, watching the Yin soldiers turn into black air and disappear into the air.

The surrogate ghost talisman can replace the death twice, and the yin soldier talisman improved by Mo Ye can call the 450 shadow soldiers he sent away twice after the surrogate death.

This is tantamount to the biggest hole card in his hand.

Killing a guard at the late stage of Golden Core, Zhang Wenfeng didn't have a smile on his face. This deal is a bit of a loss.

Mo Ye didn't explain to him exactly how powerful the Yin Bing Talisman was, perhaps because he was worried that he would "bully" others. Really, he was cautious, how could he be such a person?

"died?!"

Tu Kun understands how difficult it is to kill a witch cultivator at the golden core state, and it is still a bit unbelievable to witness the black soldiers and ghost cavalry besieged and killed easily. .

Even if you want to escape from the soul, it is a luxury.

Yin soldiers devour souls, it is only right and proper.

"We'll have to find a perfunctory excuse later, it's impossible for the two of us to kill a witch cultivator."

Tu Kun scratched his hair and thought hard, not to deal with the aftermath lightly.

Credit is one thing, not getting yourself into trouble is another.

Zhang Wenfeng grabbed a stack of paper money and threw it into the air, which turned into balls of orange flames and scattered, and said with a smile: "There are several masters who know that I am familiar with Master Bai from the Nether Realm. It's human nature to help soldiers."

What he said was of course a cold joke.

The Nether Realm was not opened by his family, no matter how familiar he is with Bai Wuchang, it is impossible to invite him out to deal with a shaman cultivator in the human world. The white-robed old man is a genuine guardian with imperial seals, not those lonely souls who endanger the world The stream of wild ghosts.

Of course, monks in the world only have a half-knowledge of these hidden rules of the underworld.

Only a ghost like him can understand the details.

Tu Kun laughed and said: "Okay, let's go with this theory. You rest, I will go and scrape that Wuxiu guardian envoy, and I don't know how many good things are left behind?"

He is poor and crazy now, hoping to find some treasures to enrich himself.

He has all his skills and can't use them, he is very aggrieved.

With more treasures in his hands, he has enough confidence.

He flew down to the ground, collected the broken bodies and piled them together, searched carefully one by one, found a ring after a while, and was overjoyed, good things should be hidden in the treasures, he has a way to grind a golden core The cultivator left the imprint of his spiritual consciousness, and found a long sword that had lost its spirituality and a few fragments of magic weapons.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around suddenly, and saw the mountain badger flying along the low sky in the night.

Two little ghosts flew out from the bristles on the back of the mountain badger, and Lu Xin'er spoke with a hint of tears: "Mr. Zhang, how is your injury? We will heal your injury, wait a minute, we will heal you."

Zhang Wenfeng's robes were all in tatters, and there was blood on his mouth. He took out the items in the robes, and changed into a brand-new blue Taoist gown that was rewarded by the Daolu branch.

If the two little spirits were not allowed to do something, Lu Xin'er and the others would feel uneasy.

He also wanted to see what Green Weaver was capable of.

Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er flew up in the air, holding small green staffs in their hands, and chanted beautiful songs.

All kinds of green light spots floated from the grass, shrubs, and short trees, flickering, and flew towards Zhang Guanzhu who was standing still. The wood energy essence cast by Lu Xiner and the others was pure and flawless, repairing the main body of Zhang Guan Injuries to internal organs.

But for a moment, Zhang Wenfeng, who had recovered his cultivation base, smiled and waved his hands: "Enough, the most powerful healing technique."

Only then did Lu Xin'er and Lu Chan'er feel happy, and they got under the collar on the left side with ease.

The two elves were whispering, not knowing what to say.

Zhang Wenfeng leaned over and patted the mountain badger on the back, telling the mountain badger to go back, and not to let the group of mortals who finally arrived at Da'an not far from the border be scattered.

After Tu Kun collected the loot from the three corpses, he had to discuss some details with Tu Kun.

Make it as perfect as possible without any mistakes.

Chapter 396 Stance is very low

"Harvest four treasures. Except for the ring of the guardian of Wuxiu, which cannot be opened at present, the other three are of different sizes. Our fairy temple has a lot of foundation overnight."

Tu Kun smiled and brought a scarlet red withered dragon pattern jade pendant and an ebony hairpin with his demon power, and sent them to the temple master.

He has already collected all the materials and treasures with imprints in the ring of the gods in his hand, and said: "There are a few items that are good. After I wash off the imprints with a formation method, I will use them for you after six months of storage. There are some origins of the treasures of Nawu, you should keep them for now, you may be able to exchange for the rare treasures you want from the Wu Clan in the future."

There is not much use for holding more space. At the current stage, many rare treasures are hard to find.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and put away the dragon-patterned jade pendant and the ebony hairpin. They both occupy a space of about two feet. In addition to piles of books, there are also various materials, elixir materials, and low-level magic tools. , everything you need.

Those two third-tier witch cultivators are important figures in the entire Great Liang witch clan.

The treasure warehouse of Fairy Temple has to be expanded again.

After surviving a real life-and-death disaster, the relationship between him and Tu Kun has been tacitly drawn closer.

On the way of walking together on the road, there will be no dirty acts of abandoning or betraying anyone.

From now on, he, the second senior brother, Yue Anyan, and Tu Kun can use the materials and materials in the treasure house of the Fairy Spirit Temple at will. No matter how high or low, no matter how much they earn, most of the materials they earn, unless they are special items, will be stored in the treasure house as a treasure house for immortals. The accumulation of spiritual foundations.

From the four of them down, none of them had the authority to enter or leave the treasure house at will.

"You blew up the flying sword, carefully inspect the soul and the sea of ​​consciousness, don't leave hidden dangers."

"I control the flying sword with the sword energy of my life. I haven't cultivated the flying sword of my life yet. It has little to do with the soul. I only suffered some shocks. It will be fine after a few days of cultivation."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, with all his life, he could even give up the sword energy of his life.