Taoist chanting

Throwing the copper toad in Tu Kun's hand, the reason why the magic weapon is a magic weapon is that it can shrink and grow up at will, and the copper toad becomes the size of a millstone in the blink of an eye, as if it came to life, with a bulging belly and a wide mouth that swallows clouds and mist , There is the sound of wind and thunder.

The flying green fireflies rushed towards the copper toad hanging above.

"Ding ding dongdong" is as dense as a torrential rain hitting a banana leaf.

The bumps on the surface of the copper toad's body are shining brightly, even if they are covered with layers of green mist, they still can't hide their brilliance.

A few fireflies suddenly turned and shot, trying to surprise and attack from all angles.

Zhang Wenfengxin swung the sword with a sharp cold light, eliminating every bit of continuous attack.

"The universe is turned upside down, turn...um!"

Elm Elf's voice suddenly gave rise to surprise, he was unable to turn around the impedimental formation he had controlled, this was his meticulously prepared backhand, the previous one was just an appetizer, and the real attack came in a very short moment when the universe was turned upside down.

But he heard a loud shout: "Flip!"

The huge rock embedded in the ground continued to grow bigger, broke free from countless shackles, and protruded a large part of the ground, rolling and rolling down the mountain with a bang.

It's like a wild bull breaking into an alley, meeting each other on a narrow road, stomping and bumping around for no reason with red eyes.

Tu Kun laughed loudly: "Fellow Yushu, you can't fight, and it's too late to stop now."

He and Zhang Wenfeng had already taken the opportunity to follow the flaws in the formation and flew into the sky, condescendingly looking down at the entire hillside that was scattered and quickly restored to bright spots.

Before the fight, he and the temple master's flying sword moved back to his side.

In terms of rich combat experience, Tu Kun is far superior to the elm spirit who is good at defending and trapping.

In just a short moment, he couldn't find out where the elm sprite's body was hiding. Of course, he and the temple master simply stayed here, and the elm sprite had no way to escape.

After dawn, the elm sprite had nowhere to hide and didn't even need to call for help.

The old voice sighed faintly, it really wasn't a stalker.

The light on the hillside dimmed and returned to calm, except for a thin layer of strange woody air floating there, nothing unusual could be seen.

Zhang Wenfeng suddenly asked: "Fellow Yushu, there is something Zhang doesn't understand, and I want to ask for advice. It is said that you have caused tens of thousands of people to die with sorcery. Why does Zhang see that you and Meng Mei don't have any evil aura? "

He fought several times with Elm Elf, and he could see that the other party was not good at fighting.

Dao practice does not mean that whoever has a high level of cultivation will have outstanding combat power.

It is normal for some monks to devote themselves to cultivating a certain aspect of the Tao, and their cultivation is only incidental, or they do not like fighting.

After a moment of silence, the old man said in an old voice: "The old man moved from Jingzhou to Nanjiang Prefecture with that person, and promised that person to guard Baifengguan. It is not difficult for an ancient tree for more than 500 years. It is just a deep sleep. On the contrary, after waking up , the roots of the ears can't be clean... Ding Sanqi is the spirit thing that the man placed on the old man's body, using the old man's origin to keep him from dying.

I believe the two of you can see that the various arrangements and means behind are done secretly by Ding Sanqi without telling the old man.

After the incident was exposed, the old man found out that the man went to 'Duxian Island' back then, and there was still a clone left in the secret room of the Taoist temple, all for the purpose of awakening the golden core realm clone.

The old man Yu Wanwan has lived for more than 1000 years, and has seen many ups and downs. He was originally grateful and admired for that person, but he has been conflicted about this matter. Hey, I don’t want to run away anymore, so let’s do it, Dust It's good to be here, you need to be alive when you die, just treat it as a debt owed by the old man to God, and pay it off in one go. "

A dark green mist is released from the hillside.

It forms a trickle of streams, flowing to high places and low places.

The mist spread like water around the boulders at the foot of the mountain, and continued to spread towards the dry stream and valley.

Tu Kun was taken aback, and hurriedly asked Shang Guanzhu to fly to the northwest far away from this place. An old elm tree with more than a thousand years was dead. Can only watch helplessly.

"It's better to die than to live. Why is Fellow Daoist Yu so overwhelmed? It's that person who did the wrong thing... By the way, where did that person's avatar go? Fellow Daoist Yu, do you still want to cover it up for him?"

Tu Kun thought of Xuan Mu back then, both he and Yu Wanwan had an elder brother who would kill a monster without paying for his life.

He couldn't help pity Yu Wanwan from the bottom of his heart, he could feel that kind of helpless hatred, he was luckier than Yu Wanwan in that the swindler Xuanmu didn't trick him all the way to the end, he opened his mouth to persuade him sincerely, and asked about the whereabouts of that nasty guy by the way.

"Ding Sanqi has a secret technique that can separate three bodies, so he doesn't seem to be very strong. As for where the other two went, the old man is not very clear. One of them is carrying a clone... each has his own fate, the old man doesn't want to It's tiring to get involved in their nasty things again."

Before leaving, the old voice confided some secrets, filled with indisputable anger.

It is conceivable to imagine how depressing it is for a good Taoist cultivator to become a crooked one.

The wood gas flowing on the hillside formed a sweeping momentum and spread in all directions.

Zhang Wenfeng and Tu Kun were relieved after hearing this, no wonder it was extremely difficult to track down, it turned out that Ding Sanqi escaped in three directions, distracting the attention of many masters.

Perhaps it is part of Ding Sanqi's plan to let the elm sprite stay in the dead place of Baihuling and deliberately expose his whereabouts.

In order to complete the plan of Jin Chan's escape.

Seeing Yu Wanwan's determination to die, Zhang Wenfeng admired Yu Wanwan's great enlightenment, took out three sticks of incense sticks from the Nawu space, lit them in a flash, and recited "The Sutra of Rescuing Suffering" in his mouth, and sent the Elm Elf off.

No joy in life, no pain in death.

Only leave innocence in the world.

Chapter 413 Unsettled Night

The dark green mist spreads thinly, and the flowing water spreads to the barren hills without stopping. In the small world on the hillside below, a three-foot-tall ancient elm tree exudes bright green light, and its vitality is continuously lost with the dense mist.

Cuibi leaves turn yellow and shrink from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Tu Kunwei sighed, "Yu Daoyou, let's go!"

He shook his sleeves and bowed his hands in a salute.

Take out two yellow talismans, read some words silently, and send them out separately.

Since he knew that Meng Mei and that person's clone were the chief culprits of this disaster, there was absolutely no reason to let it go.

The fragment of Meng Mei's soul core in his hand is an important clue to deduce the other two clones of Meng Mei. In addition to notifying Protector Xie, the other notification is the head of the mountain.

After about a quarter of an hour, all the leaves of the elm tree withered and fell off, and the jade-like dark green trunk gradually lost its luster.

The Cunmu Xiaotiandi collapsed long ago, and in the night wind, accompanied by the sound of scriptures with strange rhymes, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

A phantom figure of a five-foot-tall old man with an ancient and clumsy face came out from the root of the tree. He took off his clothes and wore a high crown. deliver.

He has lived for more than 1000 years and has listened to Buddhist scriptures for at least hundreds of years.

For the first time, he felt that the sound of the scriptures made him feel refreshed, as if he was listening to the sound of a fairy.

The resentment and hostility suppressed in the depths of his soul were released, and he truly let go of the past, achieving an open-mindedness without any worries and illusory.

Zhang Wenfeng held the incense stick in his left hand, clasped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and made a one-handed salute with the other three fingers together.

The phantom old man saluted Tu Kun again, his figure turned into mist and drifted away with the wind.

Tu Kun solemnly returned the gift, watching the remnant spirit of the elm tree get freed and disappeared into the world, his heart, which had been honed to the ancient well, felt a little uncomfortable.

Depression breeds, and killing intent surges.

Zhang Wenfeng tossed a few stacks of paper money, burning and falling in all directions. He walked step by step from the air to the lifeless elm tree.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the old elm tree that had lost its vitality collapsed down the hillside like a pile of loose sand.

Yu Wanwan didn't even want to leave his body behind, and used up all his energy.

The collected treasures followed him from ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all dissipated in the world.

With a soft "ding dong", a string of three green elm coins fell from the debris and rolled onto Zhang Wenfeng's toes.

Zhang Wenfeng bent down and picked up Ruyu's exquisite elm money into his hands, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, this was a good fortune, and the elm money holder had "surplus money", and he was going to be lucky.

Tu Kun smiled enviously and said, "Old wood is too old-fashioned, and you won't even give it as a gift. Why don't you give each person a string of elm money generously? What's the point of giving one or not?"

He doesn't care about the value of things, but covets the luck that is transformed by the aura.

Zhang Wenfeng put the elm money, which represented good luck, into his bosom, and pressed it lightly, feeling very at ease.

He could feel that the ancient elm trees flowed through the land for several miles, and there was a different kind of vitality. When the next spring, the area will grow green grass and trees, and the birds and beasts will return again, and they will come back to life from the dead.

It took Tu Kun some time to put the boulder back into his cuffs, and the two of them landed on the top of the main mountain of Baihuling. Sorry for the spirit.

The scourge Mengmei was still alive, but Old Yushu chose to return to the underworld.

Why do they think it shouldn't have ended like this?

Dan Dan sad and sad.

The first one to arrive was the black donkey, relying on his speed, he left the second senior brother behind.

"Lu Zijin, you can't help, why come here to join in the fun?"

Tu Kun's mood swings were just a thing at the time, and he had calmed down a long time ago. He drank spirit tea and teased the donkey, looking for something to do when he had nothing to do.

The donkey and Tu Kun got to know each other well, grinning, baring its teeth, snorting shamelessly. It just ran out to join in the fun when it was bored. Does it need a reason?

After the second senior brother arrived, the first sentence he said was: "Take me to their hiding place quickly?"

He needs to use empirical evidence to reverse the mysterious and mysterious technique of divination and derivation.

The improvement of any skill, in addition to talent and understanding, the accumulation of experience is very important.

Zhang Wenfeng got up and took the second senior brother to fly to the hillside seven or eight miles away, pointed out the place where Meng Mei was hiding, and then stayed with the donkey in the air to watch the second senior brother busy, Tu Kun was too lazy to run around, and was still on the top of the mountain The old god is drinking tea.

Repeatedly deriving and calculating with the three hexagrams, and after about a quarter of an hour, the second senior brother had a plan in his mind.

When they returned to the top of the mountain, they found two more guests, Gao Yi and Feng Qiyue, beside the coffee table. They greeted them a few times, and heard from them that almost all the monks in the free environment in the nearby states were dispatched. They received a summons from Guardian Xie. Come from other places.

The two of them didn't sit still, took a fragment of the imprisoned dream charm soul core from Tu Kun, and hurried westward.

They have their own way to detect the escaped Meng Mei's whereabouts through the fragments. As for whether it is accurate, it depends on luck and skill.

The second senior brother took a piece of debris, set up restraints nearby, and spread plain cloth and utensils to perform hexagram calculations.

As usual, Tu Kun would definitely keep such important clues, and would not easily take advantage of others, but this time is different, he hates the dream charm that makes trouble and the clone that has absorbed the blood of the dead and the living, and must Want to get rid of it and then quickly.

Not for anything else, but for Yu Wanwan's sobriety that he sacrificed his life to pay for his crimes and refused to join forces with others.

Because of Yu Wanwan being cheated to death by that bullshit big brother's doppelganger.

He felt the same feeling in his heart, holding back a breath of depression and bad breath.

He wants to speak out for Yu Wanwan in this tone!

After that, three waves of masters from the Freedom Realm came, some familiar and some unfamiliar monks, and they divided up all the fragments of the Dream Charm Soul Core from his hands.

I would like to express my gratitude and admiration to the two Xianlingguan's high integrity and open-mindedness.

This cold winter night is full of undercurrents, and it is not peaceful.

The second senior brother walked over with his hair loose, handed the viewer a delineated geomancy map, and said: "We can go to the 'Tiefengling' area of ​​the Qianluo Mountains to look for them. There is a high possibility that they are hiding there."

He said "we", including him and Lu Zijin, who rubbed his shoulder hard to please him.

He also heard about Yu Wanwan's story and wanted to contribute.

Tu Kun put away the tea table, tea set and other items, waved his hand, and said, "Let's go, let's catch thieves while it's dark."

Zhang Wenfeng told the excited donkey, saying: "You protect the second senior brother, don't rush to the front by yourself, our opponent this time is very cunning, and the strength of that clone has at least three levels of cultivation, so don't be careless gone."

The donkey agreed with a loud voice.

"Don't worry, the Lord, I will protect the second senior brother and prevent him from getting hurt."

It copied the scriptures every day, tempered its body, and practiced lightning techniques. It did not fail its homework in the morning and evening, but it was stuck at the bottleneck of the second-level perfection, and its progress in cultivation was as slow as a tortoise, and it was not in a hurry.

Now that there is such a good opportunity to hunt down and kill the third-tier thieves with the temple master and the soil protector, of course it should cherish it and use it.

It's not afraid of getting hurt, and it's not like it hasn't fought head-on with masters in the autonomous realm.

Its current physique is not the same as when it encountered Bian Wuguo in May last year.

Come on, come on more violently!Donkey is not afraid!

Take the train home and ask for a vacation

Originally, I was going to stay in Guangxi until the end of the month, and I was temporarily notified by the leader. Because of the impact of the epidemic, I hurried back.

There is no way to finish a chapter tonight, sorry, tomorrow will be as usual.

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Chapter 414 The Time Has Not Come

There are many strange peaks and deep valleys in the Qianluo Mountains.

Twenty miles southeast of Tiefengling, there is Jiupan Canyon.

Even in the cold winter, the vegetation is still luxuriant, and the bottom of the canyon is full of water and mist, which does not disperse all year round. It is a good place for monks to search for treasures and practice.

Feng Qiyue held a disc-shaped Eight Diagrams Dharma plate in his hand. Inside the plate was a piece of transparent soul core the size of a grain of rice, emitting a faint white light.