Taoist chanting

The monk needed to go back to the temple to retreat to break through the situation because of the income from retreat. He gave up coming to the blessed land to search for opportunities and escaped. He was alone at this time, and there was no one to discuss.

The trouble is big.

Sitting on the rock on the edge of the island, thinking hard about countermeasures.

Negating one method after another, before you realize it is the time when the sun is setting, the waters are shimmering, and the setting sun is like blood.

Flocks of birds sang and landed on the trees on the small island. For a while, it seemed very lively.

Zhang Wenfeng watched the sky darken little by little until the night was like a veil, and he couldn't see his fingers. It was so dark that he heard the faint howling trombone from far away, and the forest was instantly as silent as death. Tweets echoed.

He frowned slightly, the dark night didn't affect him too much, his spiritual eye technique and spiritual consciousness could scan the vicinity for several miles.

Immediately afterwards, more strange noises were heard, and strange things came out of nowhere.

Hearing that there are many strange things in the darkness, roaring around the water area, one after another.

The wind had risen, and the wind was howling in the air.

It seems to be pressing above the treetops of the island, and the yellow sand is rolling.

Chapter 448

Zhang Wenfeng, who flew to stand on the treetop branch, silently observed the billowing yellow sand roaring to and fro at a height of about thirty feet above his head. He noticed the chaotic yang, ghost and evil spirits, and couldn't tell what was causing the trouble for a while. What monster?

Not just one or two, but groups of them wandering in the air, hiding in the yellow sand to make troubles.

There are three groups of extremely powerful auras, peeping at him from the thick yellow sand, unscrupulous and provocative, all kinds of beast calls, ghost howls, and human cries mixed in the storm are terrible, trying to disturb the spirit of the Taoist priest below.

Looking at a group of powerful third-level breath through the sand fog, Zhang Wenfeng pondered for a long time, and gradually had a guess in his heart. When the black shadow appeared in front of him again, Zhang Wenfeng suddenly drew his sword, and a blue-golden sword light suddenly appeared. cut off.

There is almost no gap between the chanting he is prepared to touch the supernatural powers, and the sword, which is almost at the peak.

A sharp roar pierced through the air, and a sword that seemed to be mighty from heaven made the noisy and strange sounds in the sky quiet.

There was also a moment of hesitation as the roaring and raging yellow sand above the head.

Jianguang easily tore through the fog of yellow sand, and made a harsh sound of breaking leather and silk, which penetrated the world.

The weak and mixed aura that bore the brunt was frightened on the spot, and there was no time to dodge or resist it. Wherever the sword light passed, the body and soul scattered into a cloud of yang evil black energy.

The group of black shadow monsters yelled and threw several bone objects, trying to buy time for themselves to retreat, but the mantis arm blocked the car, and the bone objects were vulnerable to a single blow, exploding into clusters of fragments and powder, the black shadow was locked by the sword light, as if trapped in a sticky , the pressure is extremely high, and the speed of escape is slow.

It screamed in horror, and sprayed out fist-sized black sand mist clusters.

"Peng Peng Peng", there were several explosions in a row, the sword light was sharp and unstoppable, like a knife cutting tofu, with a straight line, cutting through a distance of tens of feet in the middle of the black shadow that had exhausted its means.

A crackle and two cracks, and then exploded into a cloud of black gas and yellow sand all over the sky.

Suddenly, the air was like a nest of wasps exploding, and all kinds of auras fled in a panic. In just a moment, the vicinity of the small island was completely empty.

Zhang Wenfeng noticed that there were as many as nine such powerful air clusters, and the other clusters were hidden more secretly, and they were arranged in four directions. He frightened all those malicious guys away with a sword strike, and only then was he able to discover the others. Obscure trail.

Before finding out the reality, he would not rashly break into the yellow sand mist to fight with the other party, so as to defeat the attempts of those guys. He was the first to win, and the power of the sword also made all the monsters afraid.

The beheaded air mass didn't completely die out, it was scattered and turned into countless low-level existences.

He understood that these monsters were the world spirits of this blessed land, just like when Xinyue took him through the secret passage into the underground Yin River, the bridge spirits that were about to be trapped under the piers at both ends of the bridge were man-made.

In this enclosed space, world spirits belong to the existence of immortality.

The blessed land will fall and collapse, and the guarding world spirits who have penetrated into each node of the blessed land have come out. They have been doing evil for so many years, so that the souls of the dead people and beasts in this blessed land cannot go to the underworld, and instead become evil spirits that help the evil spirits.

He suspected that the portal that could not be opened normally had something to do with these world spirits making trouble?

"Taoist, so what if you are powerful? You can't kill any of us, Quack, come and kill us."

"Come out if you have the ability, let's single out!"

"Coward, hiding on the island is a fart, come out."

In the fog of yellow sand in the distance, there was a sharp mocking sound.

All sorts of strange sounds vented towards the direction of the island.

Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath. His Hunran sword was stained with a bit of demon energy, and it took a long time to get rid of it. Later, Dao Lu Academy compensated him with a magical sword similar to the Hunran sword, which was placed in the receiving space for backup.

He and Tu Kun's great achievements in beheading the guardian of the Wu clan and two third-tier masters, plus the return of the golden core and the remains exchanged, and the subsequent killing of Luan Mengmei and Bai Feng's avatars, made Xianlingguan The treasury has replenished a lot of second- and third-tier materials, crystal stones, elixir, and [-] or [-] rare fourth-tier materials. The aura stones earned [-], and his current storage space has nearly ten thousand aura stones.

According to Protector Xie, the meritorious service earned by the current Fairy Temple ranks first in the Da'an Dynasty.

At that time, the merit points can be exchanged for treasured magic weapons, materials, spars, etc. in the treasure house of Daoluyuan. After the three secret realms of the Da'an Dynasty are opened one after another, they can exchange a few places to enter the blessed land for treasure hunting experience, which will have many benefits.

This is also a secret that Zhang Wenfeng is qualified to understand after he has advanced to the Freedom Realm and Xianling Temple has been promoted to the Zongmen.

Looking indifferently at the scene of the group of demons dancing, Zhang Wenfeng slowly responded: "The world spirits are making chaos, the ghosts are helping the tigers, and the blessed land will be destroyed. How long can you be arrogant? Do you really think you can live forever?"

The noise fell silent.

They didn't seem to expect Taoist priests to know their heels so quickly.

After a while, there was a scream: "Smelly Taoist priest, you can't escape? This is a place of death!"

"Yes, you can't open the portal of the blessed land, and die with us... No, when the pond dries up, it will be your time, Quack, we want to watch you die and die, we'd rather die!"

"I want to draw out the soul of the stinky Taoist priest and light the sky lantern, no one is allowed to stop me."

The noise rose again, and the crowd attacked it.

Zhang Wenfeng needs to know the information of this place, quarreling is also a way, he already knows that world spirits cannot fall on the island, and before the waters below dry up, he is safe and sound, said coldly: "If I can come in, I can go out. You should worry more about yourselves, a bunch of ignorant little people, poor people who have no life or future."

"Ah, bah, the three portals going out from the blessed land are completely destroyed. Do you think you are a fifth-level master who can break through the nodes and go out before the blessed land is broken? Don't dream."

"Smelly Taoist priest, in less than 20 years, your end will be more pitiful than that of the poor, just wait and see."

"At most ten years, let him look good."

"Boy, you know you are afraid, obediently hand over all the treasures on your body, kowtow [-] times, and spare you."

The world spirits yelled and cursed fiercely, no one dared to appear within two miles of the small island.

The Taoist's sword earlier scared them so much that they didn't dare to do it again.

Although they are immortal here, if their soul cores and spirit bodies are scattered, they will lose their superior cultivation status and become the lowest existence, forever losing any chance of escaping.

No one is a fool, no one will do it by sacrificing oneself for the sake of others.

Even if there is a chance, they don't mind using the sword of the Taoist priest to entrap other world spirits.

Zhang Wenfeng listened with a gloomy expression. Is it only ten years before the waters dry up?Then we must find a way to get out before then.

He tended to stay cold, so he made some sarcasm and sarcasm, and provoked the incident again. Many world spirits refused to suffer, and quarreled and scolded again and again, gradually letting him hear that there were many conflicts among the world spirits.

Perhaps, the relationship between world spirits can be separated and they can be provoked to fight each other.

I hope these world spirits know how to get out.

He can also use the pretext of going out hand in hand with them as a condition, sounding out the wind and discussing a deal, but it is not appropriate to act too hastily at the moment, and talk about it later.

The two sides confronted each other and quarreled all night unconsciously.

A white belly appeared in the sky, and all the world spirits scattered in all directions with their ghosts.

They have been holding back in despair for too long, and finally a stranger came, and they couldn't complain.

Chapter 449 Murder

On the top of the independent treetops, Zhang Wenfeng thought a lot, watched the sun bursting out from the east, watched the waterfowl circling and playing in the misty water, bathed in the glow of the red morning glow, his thoughts were full of thoughts, and turned into a sigh at the back, Let out a foul breath.

The road is under your feet, walk and watch and be calm.

Too much anxiety will not help. He believes that there is no unparalleled road, and it depends on how to find the grasp.

Flying up into the sky, he came to the place where the evil spirits were raging last night. He noticed that there was a faint yang baleful energy floating around, which was incompatible with the life below him, so he went to a higher place to explore.

After inspecting the sky over the entire water area, and having a good idea of ​​the range of vitality and aura, he explored the other three small islands that appear high because of the water landing, and found some dilapidated buildings that have been submerged in vines and grass for a long time.

Humans in this place have been extinct for at least two or three hundred years.

He saw four abrupt islands in the center of the water, standing like pillars, which should be some kind of array arrangement.

It's a pity that he doesn't know much about Taoism Bagua Formation except for dabbling in it.

Going back to the first small island, on the mud and rocks facing south, a simple cave was dug out at the position of the traces of the water surface left before, about twelve or thirty feet away from the current water level, and about five feet away from the top , set up a few array flags, sit cross-legged in the cave to meditate and adjust his breath, and when his sword supernatural power is restored tomorrow, he will go for a walk in those dry places outside the waters during the day.

He will not rush deep into the yellow sand, he has to explore slowly, and it is also advisable to slow down when dealing with evil spirits.

He wasn't so arrogant that he could single-handedly break into the farther yellow sand field, and he was extremely happy to wipe out all the world spirits who dared to take the lead.

The right time and place are not in the right place, if he breaks in, he will be miserably cleaned up and used up the last surrogate ghost talisman.

Even if he could desperately kill three or two world spirits as a backup, so what?

There are an unknown number of evil spirits in the entire blissful land of unknown size, and they are inexhaustible, let alone exterminated.

Losing money business, he will only do it unless his brain is kicked by a donkey.

There are many big and small fish in the waters below the island. There is no doubt about it. He can see it when he dips into the water, and the waterfowls have also told him by fishing. To be observed and tested.

Difficult situations must be considered complex and prudent.

Forget about the treasures for the time being, now I am focused on surviving, and the most important thing is to find the door to go out.

Chongzhou, Xilian Mountain.

Tu Kun and Shan Chang circled the barren mountain, walking up and down, the two explored with their own methods, and then gathered on the rock in the pool, Shan Chang shook his head and said: "It's about the secret realm of Blessed Land. Regarding the situation of the master, I can only vaguely perceive that the situation of the master is not very good, and he should be able to deal with it."

He spoke ambiguously based on the heave master's feeling, which is a skill.

The black donkey following the mountain neighed.

Tu Kun guessed what the donkey meant, and said, "Be safe and don't be impatient. Didn't you tell Monk Yuan to go back to retreat and attack the fourth step? Even if we go to Tianshan Temple, we won't see Monk Fayuan. Wait a few days Look, Guanzhu's ability to save his life is rare in the world, maybe he will come back after a while, don't get confused."

The head of the mountain became more and more calm through experience, nodded and said: "The temple master is an auspicious person with his own aura, let's go back and wait."

The donkey heard that Tu Kun and the head of the mountain agreed, so he followed them back.

However, after three months of waiting, the weather turned cool and the wild geese flew south.

With a piece of ink-stained rice paper in its mouth, the donkey came to Qingzheng Bieyuan and waited until the get out of class was over to find the head of the mountain. He handed the rice paper to the head of the mountain, and Lv Xiner flew out from its back, holding three copper coins, and asked the head of the mountain to help him. They predict the condition of the viewer.

The head of the mountain took the ink paper and the copper coins, read the content written by the donkey on the paper, thought for a moment, and said: "I will fast for three days, and then I will do the calculations. If I still can't figure out the situation of the master, I will go with the earth protector. Let’s ask Master Bailichun to figure it out for a trip to Tianlong Temple.”

In fact, there are many records in the classics when exploring the blessed land of the secret realm and encountering some strange things, or being trapped in the secret realm.

Even if it is common to not return for a few years, many people die in accidents.

Every few days, the head of the mountain would use another method to calculate the hexagrams. It was the same as the first time. He felt that the master was in trouble and trapped, but his life was safe, and the donkey was thinking day and night. In the dream, you will dream that the Lord is in danger.

He knew that the relationship between the donkey and the temple master was unusual.

I can't bear to brush the donkey's sincerity.

The secrets of heaven should not be leaked out, nor should they be measured frequently. Every time he makes real calculations, he will be more or less hindered to himself.

The earth guardian knew this, but the donkey didn't know the details, so he solemnly asked him to calculate it with hexagrams.

I only hope that the temple master is safe and sound, and the disaster is turned into good fortune.

Personal injury is nothing.

Holding a sword in each hand, Zhang Wenfeng fought with several world spirits and countless ghosts in the yellow sand mist. He was five miles away from the edge of the water. He stepped on the dry and cracked ground, immersed in the In the still state of mind, distraction counts, and the two swords each use a sword technique, and retreat towards the water.

Three months have passed, and he has fought countless times with the evil spirits in the blessed land.

Sometimes he was accidentally caught in the opponent's ambush, and sometimes he was deliberately caught in the opponent's ambush. Back and forth, he had killed four third-tier world spirits, but he found that there were far more than nine evil spirits in the blessed land. He doesn't know exactly how much.

Those guys are arrogant, insidious and cunning, and they intrigue with each other, but when they get the chance, they will attack him frantically, and regard him as an outsider as a hater. He is born to hate monks, and even if he pretends to communicate with him, it is still a trap.

Then it attracts other world spirits to come to besiege, and after a big battle, there are often countless casualties.

Of course, the one who died was the evil spirit, and he would be injured. The most dangerous time was to use a "Landscape Teleportation Talisman", which was [-]% worse than the teleportation effect of the outside world, allowing him to escape from many siege by surprise.

Zhang Wenfeng pierced through the fog of yellow sand with his sharp swordsmanship, and his eyes suddenly opened up, as if he had passed from night to day, and retreated to the edge of the water without any danger.

The vitality and water vapor here form a natural protection, and the evil spirits of the yang cannot enter, and the besieging evil spirits and ghosts retreat cursing.

During the two-quarter-hour battle, Zhang Wenfeng consumed a lot, and the protective light on his body was dim. He didn't find a chance to use his sword supernatural power. Those cunning evil spirits deliberately avoided in the yellow sand mist to prevent his blow. Must kill.

If the trick is used for a long time, it will often lose its due power.

The deterrent effect is still there, he can make a feint to deter the attack momentum of evil spirits and ghosts at critical moments.

He stepped on the water and headed towards the small island seven or eight miles away. He needed three days of meditation to recover the energy he had consumed.