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Zhang Wenfeng turned around suddenly, drew an arc in the air with the long sword in his hand and pointed at the river more than a hundred feet away, ready to go.

Under the quiet moonlight, a hazy figure stood at the head of the slowly rising water waves, with a graceful figure, and long hair like water plants dragged in the water, exuding a dark blue luster.

The water moved silently, and the night insects several miles away quietly stopped their chirping.

After Zhang Wenfeng saw who was coming, he stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.

"Monastery... is it you fighting with others?"

Appearing in the water was Yang Shuilan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She asked in surprise, and her face gradually became clear.

A pair of dark blue eyes shone like precious stones, glanced around, and with the help of water veins and water vapor, he could clearly understand the situation within ten miles.

She stared at the messy battlefield hundreds of feet away, with broken jade bones of different sizes scattered around.

The master of the temple has a good method. He killed three third-level witch cultivators single-handedly. Among them was a third-level witch warrior from the "Jade Tower Gate". The warrior blew himself up tragically, and even though he was covered in the blood cursed ghost, he seemed to be fine. Except for the rupture of the robe on his left shoulder, there was no other injury.

The temple master really hides his secrets, it was like this before, and it is even more so now.

She regretted that she missed witnessing a wonderful battle. Of course, she didn't mind contributing a little bit to help the temple master deal with the enemy. The favor she owed the temple master has never been repaid.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, did not answer Yang Shuilan's nonsense, and asked, "Is this river your new territory?"

He didn't use the spiritual eye technique, so he couldn't see the cultivation level of the water goddess in front of him, but he felt that the other party hadn't recovered to the fourth level. He didn't like or dislike Yang Shuilan, who had been reincarnated in the ninth life and was the awakening god in this life.

When we meet in the wild, we will subconsciously be on guard, but we won't show it.

The good and evil of the human heart are the most unpredictable.

"From Guiying Mountain to the depths of the ups and downs, this Liuzhi River has a winding waterway of more than 500 miles. It is my current shelter." Yang Shuilan will not say how many people, big and small, were killed during the process of opening up this water area. Monsters, monks and gods, and the three caves of the cunning rabbit, she still has other places to hide, otherwise she was poisoned by the guardians of the witch tribe three years ago.

Yang Shuilan asked: "Monastery Master, you are under the blood curse, are you all right? Do you need my help?"

The blue color on Zhang Wenfeng's face returned to normal, and he smiled and said: "I can still deal with it, please protect me for a while, I will spend some time dealing with the residual blood curse ghost."

He said it very easily, and accepted the other party's kindness smoothly. Yang Shuilan was able to see through the wreckage of the battlefield and clues that he had been casted by the blood curse, so he didn't make a fuss. .

Yang Shuilan stood at the head of the water wave, did not come over, and said with a smile: "The temple master can cast spells."

Compared with the indifference and inhumanity four or five years ago, she now has a human touch.

She yelled "Guanzhu" one by one, very comfortable.

Zhang Wenfeng recited the scriptures silently, and after three times, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of viscous, foul air. The blood curse ghost shadow in his body was completely removed, leaving a lot of pure energy, which he did not absorb rashly, and concentrated it in the chest acupoints to imprison him.

After returning to the mountain and asking Tu Kun to make a decision, whether to absorb it for his own use or excrete it is all in his mind.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Zhang Wenfeng said: "I've cleaned up the battlefield and left here as soon as possible. The fourth-level masters of the witch clan will come at any time. You should go back too, so as not to hurt you."

He didn't ask about Yang Shuilan's follow-up when he went to Daliang to discuss the claims with the Wu Clan. Since Yang Shuilan found a river in the wilderness as a territory, the talks with the Wu Clan must have collapsed.

But the monks of the witch tribe stayed here, and Yang Shuilan didn't attack. Maybe there was some agreement between the two sides?

Or maybe it's Yang Shuilan thinking about the love of incense more than 500 years ago, maybe?

"My lord, please go ahead!"

Yang Shuilan didn't say anything to persuade her to stay, but handed her off.

After Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift, he returned to the pitted battlefield, searched and picked up a few fragments of flying swords and broken treasures, the only complete one was a dark red thick shield-shaped identity card with tall buildings and "Yuloumen" engraved on the front On the back, there are two lines of characters engraved: Patriarch Hall is passed on, Guan Nan.

After carefully looking at it, I found that this shiny dark red metal plate was a treasure.

Finally, he was pleasantly surprised. He put the sign in his pocket, flew over another battlefield more than ten miles away, searched the two corpses, and took away the treasures of a topaz board and a green leaf separately. From then on, the knives and swords were naturally picked up into the storage space for storage.

After collecting the loot, he didn't have time to deal with several corpses and puppets, so he rushed to the northeast.

Yang Shuilan's warning voice suddenly came from beside his ear: "Monastery Master, don't leave in a hurry, the pursuers of the Great Liang Dynasty are coming soon."

Zhang Wenfeng was startled, so fast?

The time he was delayed was just over a quarter of an hour. Even a fourth-order witch cultivator couldn't come across such a long distance?

Chapter 471 Gods Quarrel

The night wind suddenly picked up, the branches and leaves of the trees swayed, and there was a hazy breath covering Zhang Wenfeng below.

"Zeng", Zhang Wenfeng drew his sword towards the front and opened the door to greet the guests. The sword energy poured out, and the sword intent intertwined with it. With a crackling sound, the veil-like breath split into two, suppressing him like The stagnant feeling of being stuck in mud is gone.

A talisman held in his left hand turned into a landscape shadow and disappeared in place.

A mountain rock the size of a sea bowl broke through the sky from the west, and turned into a ball of flames when it came close. The foothold that just disappeared.

Debris flew around twenty or thirty feet away, "crack... kacha", countless trees in the forest were broken, and the flames burst into flames, quickly spreading and spreading to a large area around.

Zhang Wenfeng appeared fifty feet away, his expression unchanged, and he didn't stop to observe.

He turned left and right without touching the ground, his speed was extremely fast, leaving behind a series of afterimages and fled towards the river.

It was a Tier [-] expert who came. Before he even saw the shadow, he was attacked by a series of long-range attacks, and it was a series of small calculations. Thanks to his rich combat experience, he didn't just stand still and wait for too long. .

His "Moving Wood and Changing Shadow Curse" has already been used, if it weren't for the burst of speed at close range, it would be a little faster.

"Elder Sister Lihua, your irritable temper really needs to be changed. You fight in my younger sister's territory, you don't respect the rules and reason, and you are not a lady. Anyway, you are now a 'Muzhi Mountain God', not the old old land mother."

Yang Shuilan didn't make a move at all, she raised the head of the water wave to a height of tens of feet, looked to the west, smiled and said some sarcastic words with a gun and a stick, and turned out the old almanac from 600 years ago.

The river below surged up, and soon surpassed the two banks, but was not satisfied with the overflow, and kept rising upwards.

The bright moon shines on the river, and the waves rise and fall.

The breeze blows the hills, and the branches and leaves dance.

She didn't expect that the temple master had a "shifting talisman" at hand, and she originally wanted to see the temple master's ability, but her plan fell through.

"Yang Chun, is this kid your concubine? Protect him like this."

A slender black shadow appeared on the mountain seven or eight miles away. It was the newly promoted Muzhi Mountain Shenmu Lihua of the Wu Clan. Let the guy who was ordered by the elder of the Wu Clan to approach the river. If he made a sneak attack twenty miles away and was broken by that person and escaped, he would not make a second attack unless it was to defeat the melon woman who was in the way.

She was concise and concise, deliberately calling out Yang Shuilan's previous name, and using sinister words to fight back.

She doesn't go out very much, she devotes herself to practice, and ignores worldly affairs. She has never heard that the woman Yang Chun has an affair with the Taoist priest named Zhang Wenfeng. It seems that the relationship between the two is not shallow, and the matter is difficult.

Yang Shuilan cleaned the battlefield hundreds of feet away in advance with water methods, and she collected all the jade fragments and broken bones that flew out and sank to the bottom of the river to clean up some traces of breath and let Mulihua see it not good.

She giggled and leaned back against the tide, and said, "Mu Lihua, you haven't seen a man in hundreds of years? The level of knowledge is worse than that of the village aunts and aunts in Laoshangougou. No wonder, after being a land mother for 200 years, Walking around an acre of three-point land, you can't open your eyes, short-sighted, even if you become a mountain god, it is inevitable."

The slender black shadow stared coldly at the gossiping woman, the four famous "spring flowers and autumn moon" landscape gods in the six states in the south, now only the two of them are left. She came from a humble background and has been a land empress for more than 200 years.

"Yang Chun, a few years ago you courted death and were surrounded by all sides, and you were beaten to the ground. After the scars healed, you forgot the pain, right?"

"If I hadn't believed your nonsense, would I have been ambushed by two old guards who were dying? Would I have been in trouble? Mu Lihua, don't think you let the water go in the dark, I will miss you. If you have the ability, go underground and rescue the two. An old ghost called up, I'm not going anywhere, just waiting here."

"It's unreasonable! I advised you to return to the Witch Race, and I made peace in the middle. Is there something wrong?"

Yaotiao Heiying had some headaches. She was sandwiched between the two sides to negotiate conditions, hoping that the guards would take a step back and give Yang Chun a verbal apology. What happened 500 years ago was originally done by the meat-eaters of the Wu tribe.

If there is, change it, there is nothing wrong with it.

She knew Yang Chun's stubborn temper, so if she stepped down, she might be able to win over a ready-made expert to work for her.

Unexpectedly, the two old-fashioned old-fashioned agreed on the surface, but secretly plotted to kill the rebellious Yang Chun, lest the rebellious Yang Chun grow up and cause trouble to the witch clan. Cultivation, it will not take a few years.

She hadn't recovered to Tier [-] at that time, and she had little right to speak, which made her feel uncomfortable inside and out.

Because of this, she was disheartened and didn't want to meddle in worldly affairs. She spent most of her time cultivating in the wild "Pear Blossom Mountain" where she used to live, and occasionally went back to the Muzhishan Temple to collect incense and stay for a while.

When she received the news of the crisis, she happened to be in Lihua Mountain four hundred miles away from here, performing the special magic and secret method of the fourth-level mountain god's unique mountain and water movement, and she came here in a short time.

She knew that Yang Chunchu lay down in this wild river, took in the native barbarians, built a water god temple, and established himself as king.

Speaking of the two being neighbors, she has never set foot here to talk about the past with her former sisters, and she doesn't want to make fun of herself.

"Tsk tsk, the righteous, loyal and courageous Muzhi Mountain God is admirable, but I don't know when the mountains and rivers were broken, and my old lady died in a bloody battle in the Xihe River, where did you hide to cool off?"

Yang Shuilan's face was full of sarcasm, and her words were sharp.

Zhang Wenfeng arrived by the river, listening to the two female gods arguing with each other. They are similar to ordinary women. They like to reveal their old secrets and reveal many secrets from the past. Really angry, he hurriedly moved to the northeast forest, a little farther away from Yang Shuilan, but not too far away from the river.

It is said that a fire at the gate of the city brought disaster to the fish in the pond.

He is very self-aware, his meager ability can't get involved in the fight between the two gods, even if he can block the power of Mulihua's casual blow earlier, he won't feel good.

Seeing that Yang Shuilan's momentum is rising with the river at this time, she is no worse than the Muzhi Mountain God in the distance.

He sensed the danger on the eve of the outbreak, and the situation was imminent.

"You are stupid, those idiots killed you, the building is about to collapse, it is at stake, can't you see it? You are still watching to the death, you are moved by the feat of blood in your heart. You can’t get out, so you can’t use your brain, and it’s filled with pulp lakes, and you haven’t been wronged at all..."

Mulihua retorted sarcastically.

Stupid woman, back then she deliberately summoned her to hide for a while, so that the green hills would not be afraid of running out of firewood, but in the end she had to die in battle.

"Hey, what is the reward of eating the king, what is the matter of being loyal to the king, what are you afraid of! You are a shameless aunt who steals, rapes and plays tricks, and dares to speak out loudly. Your hundreds of years of incense have been in vain! If you don't have moral persistence in your heart, what is a landscape?" God?"

Yang Shuilan scolded angrily.

She despises the woman who abandons the mountain to flee for her life in times of crisis, and now she is attached to the Wu clan and goes back on her word.

The behavior of the villain is ashamed to be with you.

As she waved her hand furiously, the river several miles away violently set off huge waves, and a slender water shadow swung towards the slim figure on the hilltop. Want to fight that woman.

Not for anything else, just for the persistence of the year!

Chapter 472

The slender figure suddenly disappeared on the top of the mountain, which was no more than a hundred feet high. The huge waves, and a ray of blue light mixed in it, beat in the empty space, washing the entire mountain top. In addition to damaging dozens of trees, a lot of mud and rocks rolled down, A mountain is still a mountain, standing still.

An exquisite mountain shadow suddenly appeared, smashing from the air to Yang Shuilan, who was at the head of the independent wave.

Zhang Wenfeng looked up and watched the pile of mountain shadows quickly become huge and majestic. He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't even move his feet. He was already five hundred feet away from Yang Shuilan. He knew it was the Muzhi mountain god. Intentionally affect him.

The vertical sword is in front of him, waiting for a sword to break through the invisible pressure of the mountain shadow.

Yang Shuilan held her hands up, the mountain shadow fell slowly, and several swirling translucent water streams gushed out of her body, with traces of light blue flowing, and shouted: "Water moves around the mountain, let's go!"

The water current entangled the mountain shadow like the wind, and with the throw of her hands, the fortune of the mountains and rivers was reversed for dozens of miles, and the mountain shadow disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, there was a loud "bang" sound from a heavy object falling to the ground in the distance to the north. The ground shook and the mountains shook for a long time, causing many nearby trees to drop their leaves.

Yang Shuilan soared into the sky, a ray of blue light in her hand was as fast as lightning, and swung into the air hundreds of meters away.

The sword light appeared, and when it touched the blue light, the air wave spread around with the light wave.

The woman showed a slender figure, backed away with the force of the collision, and said with a smile: "If I don't fight with you, it's meaningless. You also said that I have a bad temper. Look at your current virtue. If you can't make sense, you will be violent. Damn, do you have the ability to go to Lihuashan?"

The mountain gods who have left the territory cannot rely on the luck of the roots of the mountain.

She can't bring out all her abilities. On the other hand, even if Yang Shuilan hasn't recovered to the fourth level, she's almost done. She took advantage of the water transportation. With her mastery of river water supernatural powers in her previous life, and the water treasure she found from nowhere, she fights here Can't take advantage.

Besides, how about defeating that stubborn melon woman?

Hiding at the bottom of the five-hundred-mile-long water, she couldn't make a big move and had to be caught, which was very boring.

Yang Shuilan fell back to the tide again, and sneered endlessly: "If the way is different, don't conspire with each other, so it's better to leave!"

I don't want to argue with that woman, she went to Lihuashan only because of her brain disease.

Even if she wants to go, it's not now. She won't go anywhere until she recovers to the fourth level of cultivation and achieves the Golden Gallbladder.

Mu Lihua fluttered back five or six miles, looked at the man in the woods by the water, and asked suddenly: "Guanzhu Zhang, it is said that the guardian Sheng Burao was killed by you, tell me the truth, is it true?"

Yang Shuilan fell slowly with the water column, she didn't interrupt, she was very surprised when she heard the rumor.

She was somewhat curious in her heart, and she also wanted to hear the truth.

The temple master was able to force the third-order martial artist to self-destruct, and easily dispel the blood-cursed soul shadow on his upper body in front of her. The method is naturally clever, but she couldn't understand the temple master.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and said: "Sheng Burao died under my means, and the price I paid was not small."

He could see that the two had a good relationship before, but now they were angry, otherwise Yang Shuilan couldn't gain a foothold in the waters a few years ago, Mulihua would definitely not let Jinjin have another enemy.

He also used these words to warn Mu Lihua not to push her forward, thinking that he was easy to bully, but he just didn't want to pay the price.

Mu Lihua giggled, the living god who can survive the ebb and flow of spiritual energy will not care about threats, but he will not be reckless, and said: "You go, I will pretend that I haven't seen you, we haven't met. "

The figure disappeared suddenly, and she used her magical powers to leave.

The few corpses and puppets in the forest fell into the ground and disappeared at some point.

Yang Shuilan sneered, and demolished the stage: "My Lord, don't believe her nonsense. She has done a lot of insidious things that go back and forth. Now that she knows that you have means to deal with her, she will only secretly look for opportunities to attack." Woman, she inquired: "My lord, come with me to live in front for a few days, and then I will send you a ride, how about it?"

Zhang Wenfeng cupped his hands: "I'm bothering you."