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The sword light was glowing, and the room was full of sword energy, and countless light spots rose and fell suddenly.

His talent for practicing swordsmanship made him stand out from the crowd, and his fighting spirit was high.

On the morning of the [-]th, Zhang Wenfeng, who was in good spirits, went out of the city alone, flew eastward and landed in front of the gate of the Chongtian Temple. Song Daochang, a know-it-all, had already led people to wait for him to welcome him into the mountain gate. When he arrived at Chongtian Peak, Wu Bingyuan led two The disciples greeted Shuhua at the foot of the peak, with courtesy and sincerity.

After serving tea, the group went to the back mountain.

Wu Bingyuan accompanied Zhang Wenfeng into the spiritual garden. Taoist Sang, who was guarding the garden, opened the fence formation, and stretched out his hand to signal Guanzhu Zhang to explore the branches of the ancient trees. After the first diagnosis and treatment, they saw subtle effects, and they had basic trust in Guanzhu Zhang.

Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to suppress the words that he wanted to ask for the branches, and stretched out his hands to catch the cold branches like dry jade.

After probing for a long time, he didn't feel any difference with the ancient tree, it was still as lifeless and dying as he felt for the first time.

Suddenly, an old voice sounded softly from the bottom of his heart.

"Little brother, you don't have to ask for vermilion branches, lest they get suspicious and let you increase your relationship for nothing, and the old man will feel sorry."

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly and let go of the branches.

The vermilion sprite uses a very brilliant "heart language" spell, and he is not expected to be overheard. The old man's weird attitude makes him a little puzzled, but he is not allowed to ask for vermilion branches in person, which really makes him relieved.

If he could not get involved in the mess, he would go as far as he could after returning to the city to join Yun Qiuhe.

This ancient tree has a firm will to die, life is better than death, and no human power can save it.

Casting the "Nursing Vitality Mantra", Zhang Wenfeng first consulted Wu Bingyuan's opinion as always, and got Wu Bingyuan's approval with a smile, and then he covered the trunk and branches with green mist, slowly nourishing the vitality of the ancient tree.

He made up his mind that he would not come again after this time.

For about half a quarter of an hour, the branches of the ancient trees shook suddenly and wildly, countless trunks and dead branches made a heart-pounding "kacha" bursting sound, the ground shook and cracked, and a dull and depressing faint howl came out from nowhere.

"...Little bastard of the Chongtian Temple, I raped your eighteen generations of ancestors... I was born between heaven and earth, and I am still in the world, what can you do to me..."

Zhang Wenfeng's spell hadn't finished yet, when he heard the branches wave and sweep through the air, he pretended to be in a panic to avoid and fly back.

The hula-la's branches hit the air with astonishing momentum and great force.

Numerous pieces of sawdust exploded and splattered, the three of them were caught off guard and suffered a lot.

With their cultivation level, they would not be injured, and they were forced to retreat two hundred feet away. Wu Bingyuan and Daoist Sang looked very ugly, and hurriedly shouted: "Master Zhang, please come back!"

At this moment, there is no need to be polite and polite, each of them flew back in the air to make a formula, trying to imprison this place with a formation.

Zhang Wenfeng rushed out of the gate of the Lingyuan courtyard with his fists in his hands, and he just took the opportunity to leave.

Song Daochang, an intellectual who was guarding the door, looked serious, and stretched out his hand, "Guanzhu Zhang, I'll take you down the mountain, please!"

That embarrassing roar has been cut off by the members of the underground palace and the suzerain.

But the ancient vermilion tree was still shaking violently, and every time the branches burst, he could hear blood dripping from his heart. It was the hard work and hard work of countless generations. I only hope that the suzerain and Elder Jin can turn the tide and completely suppress that mad old Guy, save the ancient vermilion tree.

Zhang Wenfeng said "please" in a low voice, and went down the mountain in silence with Taoist Zhike.

He didn't expect the old and cunning Zhu Muyao to attack at this time, he even attacked him, what a plan!

Chapter 490 The backlash is too terrifying

As Taoist Zhike flew down Chongtian Peak in a hurry, Zhang Wenfeng noticed that the entire thousand-foot-high mountain was shaking one after another, the ground cracked, rocks rolled down, and the houses, pavilions and attics collapsed.

I saw brilliance shining from all over the mountain peak one after another, and thick fog came out.

He was stunned inwardly, the resentment accumulated by Zhu Muxiong for an unknown number of years poured down like a mountain torrent.

The backlash came too terrifying!The vermilion sprite really doesn't want to live anymore.

He didn't show it on his face, he was silent, and flew low in the direction of the mountain gate following the Zhike Taoist whose face was sinking like water.

Slap off the shards and leaves on the hair on your body without taking anything away.

Seeing a large group of monks flying from other hills in all directions on the site of Chongtian Temple, there are many masters in the free state, all of them have ugly faces. Teams of gradually weakening monks strengthened the power of the mountain guards.

Sending Zhang Wenfeng out of the mountain gate, Taoist Zhike cupped his hands and apologized: "The sect is unlucky and suffered such a catastrophe. I also ask Guanzhu Zhang to help keep the secret. Don't reveal what I saw and heard today. His Highness Chongtian is very grateful!"

Zhang Wenfeng bowed his hands and returned the gift: "Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite. Zhang understands and will not spread the news outside. Song Daochang, please go to work and leave!"

"Thank you for your kindness, I will repay you later, take care!"

Song Daoren hurried back to the mountain gate, and as the fog rose, the entire site of Chongtian Temple was closed to the mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head slightly, and flew quickly to the west.

Wherever there is oppression, there is resistance, and Zhu Muxiong's resistance without any worries is extraordinarily violent, reckless of the consequences and a desperate fight, it is probably enough for Chongtian Temple to drink a pot.

According to the old man himself, it is extremely difficult to advance to the cultivation of tree sprites. He spent thousands of years and endured countless hardships to finally advance to the sixth rank.

Originally, I thought that I could follow a few detached monks from the Chongtian Palace, ascend the Heavenly Immortal Road, and ascend to the upper realm. From then on, I can practice freely and seek immortality without sheltering anyone under the roof.

Unexpectedly, what was waiting was a ruthless scheme, and his soul was drawn to entrap him to death, making him fall all the way, and life would be worse than death.

After suffering that great crime, he would no longer trust Chongtian Temple. Taking advantage of the surge of spiritual energy these years, he quietly accumulated some power, hidden deep in the roots of the ancient vermilion tree, and used secret methods to separate a wisp of remnant soul, This is the day I've been waiting for.

After flying for more than fifty miles, an earth-shattering loud noise was heard from behind.

Looking back, flames and smoke rose into the sky from the halfway up the mountain, which was previously hidden in the clouds and mist. The formation was torn apart, revealing the true face of the entire mountain. Countless buildings collapsed, rocks remained, trees withered and broken, and the mess was visible to the naked eye.

There were quite a few monks coming and going nearby, with exceptionally good eyesight, all of them were stunned, wondering what happened to Chongtian Palace?

Someone screamed in the distance: "Look, the mountain behind Chongtian Peak... has collapsed a lot!"

"Come on, let's go and have a look, what's wrong with Chongtian Palace?"

"Don't die, can you watch this kind of excitement?"

After the monks were astonished, they sent out summons one after another, spreading such shocking news, some of them passed it to Daolu Academy.

Some are brave enough to fly to the east at low altitude, and some sneakily use video stones to take photos of such a rare situation, and prepare to sell them at a high price afterwards.

There was a smile on the corner of Zhang Wenfeng's mouth, this time the fire couldn't be covered with paper, and he couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

The old man was willing to cut himself, and caused a big accident at the cost of his death.

Immediately after seeing a gigantic figure of twenty or thirty feet on the mountain, he made a tactic with both hands, and reassembled the torn formation. The entire Chongtian Peak was surging with wind and clouds, and it was tightly covered by a dozen breaths, and the white mist flowed indistinctly. Spread around.

He shook his head and continued to fly towards the capital at a low altitude. After a while, he saw many figures flying through the air from west to east. They were masters sent by the Dao Lu Academy.

Less than ten miles away from the East City Gate, he received a message from Yun Qiuhe. Yun Qiuhe had just heard about it in the library of Daolu Academy, and was so anxious that he was flying here.

Send a reply message to Yun Qiuhe, agreeing to meet at the inn, not to fly out of the city.

A lot of monks flew out from the noisy city gate, in an endless stream.

Zhang Wenfeng waited for those spectators to walk away before entering the city, and returned to the inn yard, and briefly told Yun Qiuhe that there were some accidents on the Chongtian Temple Mountain, and the loss was not small depending on the situation, and it was more inconvenient for him specifically explain.

Yun Qiuhe asked in a low voice, "Shall we leave now?"

"No, it's not too late to leave tomorrow."

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile, the old man's calculations were too perfect, he had anticipated everything, and he was not in a hurry to leave after he had picked him up completely, lest people suspect that "there is no silver 300 taels here".

Yun Qiuhe patted his chest, trembling, and the scenery was beautiful.

She was very worried that the temple master would be involved in it, so she was completely relieved to hear that.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at it, then moved away and walked to the side pavilion.

He guessed that the Chongtian Palace would send monks to visit tomorrow at the latest. The Chongtian Palace pays attention to rules and etiquette, so it must be perfect.

The two were leisurely cooking water and making tea in the pavilion, and Yun Qiuhe chatted enthusiastically about the places to go on the return trip.

There are seven or eight days on the way to squander, she plans to add a few more visits to historical sites, and there are not many opportunities to go out with Guanzhu Zhang, so she has to make good arrangements.

After sitting for more than half an hour, Zhang Wenfeng got up and went back to the room, activated the formation protection, and then activated the magic wooden formation of ancient coins.

After being safe, he stretched out his hand to ingest a three-inch-long branch from the bottle in the black cloth bag at his waist. The thickness of his fingers was dark yellow and dry. It was very inconspicuous. Items with holes.

The main body is completely destroyed, uu read a book? ?The vermilion sprite's voice was extremely weak: "The old man uses the dead wood technique to hide the branches, and he won't wake up on the way. When the branches are planted, please use the yuan vomit to call the old man. I want to take root for the descendants and leave the veins for inheritance, please." !"

"Even if you take a break, old man, Zhang promises, and he will do it."

Zhang Wenfeng stuffed the branch back into the bottle and placed a restraint on the mouth of the bottle, sighing in his heart.

It is also a tragedy that thousands of years of practice have turned to nothing.

He does not have a bad opinion of Chongtian Temple, because it has nothing to do with him, but Zhu Muxiong's return to heaven and earth in this way will cause immeasurable losses to Chongtian Temple's invisible luck, which will be verified later .

If you sow melons, you will reap melons, and if you sow beans, you will reap beans. Some disasters will last forever.

After receiving the illusion wooden array, Zhang Wenfeng continued to study the method of talisman division and soul, tossing himself until his face was pale, his eyes were dull, and his whole body was as ugly as if he had been hollowed out. After recovering from meditation, he began to ponder and practice swords.

His newly practiced "Sword Town God Head Chapter" is a kind of intentional sword practice, "swordsmanship is impermanent, and sword intent is disillusioned", at least one must have the sword state of "fitting with the body" to practice. It is necessary to start "condensing the sword energy like silk, and then transforming the sword energy into the mind", step by step to practice the extremely powerful swordsmanship supernatural powers, and one sword to destroy the sword and suppress the gods.

His mastery of sword qi is unmatched at the same level.

But it is not easy to condense the sword energy like a hair.

Only by persevering day after day, just like when he practiced flat stabbing at the beginning, has accumulated for a long time, from quantitative changes to qualitative changes, and the sword energy will be condensed.

He has experience in sword practice, in addition to practicing diligently, he also needs to have a little bit of comprehension, practice and comprehension must be combined with each other.

Chapter 491

On the top of Chongtian Peak, there is an ancient hall with triple palace gates, and the three ancient characters "Chongtian Palace" are engraved on the gate board.

The gold lacquer is dim, and the years are thick.

The previous huge changes did not damage the old hall. The ancient hall occupies a large area, surrounded by more than ten thousand-year-old trees, some branches were broken, and a few floor tiles were cracked, that's all.

In the second side hall, Wu Bingyuan sat cross-legged on a dark purple futon, and slightly below his left hand sat the elder Jin Chongshan, the dean of the court, who is currently the only Jindan monk in the Chongtian hall. People are sitting upright.

In a low tone, Wu Bingyuan talked about the obvious losses caused by this disaster, and arranged some countermeasures for each hall.

The atmosphere in the hall was extremely dull, with hands folded and palms facing upwards, eyelids drooping, faces serious listening, and only responding to whoever was called.

After the matter was finished, Wu Bingyuan looked around at the withered faces, and asked routinely: "Do you have anything to add, please bring it up now? If you don't have any, we'll all be gone."

The deacon on the first patrol on the right opened his eyes, looked at the suzerain and the prison outside the mind, and asked in a low voice: "Senior Chiwei has endured for so many years, and sooner or later he will not have an attack, but he blew himself up during the visit of Guanzhu Zhang for treatment." Disintegration, ruining my sect's fortune and mountains and rivers, is there any connection between this?"

Wu Bingyuan glanced at Taoist Sang of Lingzhitang.

Daoist Sang gave a detailed account of Zhang Guanzhu's two visits to the spiritual garden for diagnosis and treatment, without making any judgments.

The deacon of Yunshuitang pondered and said: "Tomorrow, Guanzhu Zhang can be invited as a guest, and I will accompany you."

The scripture hall deacon nodded slightly to show his agreement, "If he leaves the capital today, or doesn't come here with an excuse, there must be some hidden secret in it. If he comes, let's invite him to the 'Forgetful Shape' resort as a landlord Drink tea and talk about Xuan."

Many of them know how to spy on the heart lake with secret methods. Even if it is difficult to spy on the heart of the same level, they can still do it with the help of the geographical formation and know a little bit, and it will not alarm the other party.

Old Jin Chongshan, the dean of the prison, opened his eyes, all the noise stopped, and he showed a warm smile, and said: "A few days ago, the Taoist prison called me, Zhu Xun, and Da Tianshi to have tea and chat, and said Speaking of our Da'an Dynasty, who will be the third monk to advance to the Golden Core Realm? Zhu Xun, who likes to run around, said that someone is the Great Celestial Master selected by the earth industry brand of Xianling Temple and made a bet with Zhu Xun. The Great Heavenly Master gambled on the Golden Wind View, and Gu Quan, a fellow Daoist, repented at the Tuyi, because Gu Quan was reincarnated from a monk more than 500 years ago, so I bet that the Tuye Laoxuan Daoist would not bet with us, and he was watching a show on the shore."

As soon as these words came out, everyone else understood the meaning of the Supervisory Court.

Using spells to spy on the voices of the same level with the help of formations, there will be some hidden clues.

Don't offend the fairy temple who owns a monk in the golden core state. Although the Chongtian Temple with a deep foundation is not afraid, there is no need to make enemies, especially in the early stage of the spiritual energy tide. It is very stupid to consume each other because of the development of power.

Wu Bingyuan said with a smile: "Guanzhu Zhang is very measured in his actions, he speaks of rules and manners, and his words and deeds are impeccable. He was diagnosed and treated twice under the eyes of Junior Brother Sang and me. He was suddenly attacked by senior Chiwei. He was obviously stunned and unbelievable.

He didn't choose to make a move, he rushed out and retreated immediately, Junior Brother Sang and I both noticed this.

Moreover, Zhang Guanzhu is powerful and can use means to kill Sheng Burao, the guardian of the Witch Clan who is dying. Last winter, he detoured from the Witch Clan to Luobaoling Forest. After dozens of third-level witch cultivators searched, several of them were divination Master Zhang, as well as the fourth-rank witch cultivator and the fourth-rank mountain god, Zhang Guanzhu hid for more than two months safe and sound, and later fought hard to overcome the difficulty of the gate of Yulou, and easily dealt with the sneak attack of the fourth-rank witch cultivator Zhou Zhi's soul fire, neither of which was easy.

This kind of person must be made friends in advance. Tomorrow Junior Brother Song will go to visit Guanzhu Zhang with a gift, thank Guanzhu Zhang for coming to help, and say more polite words. It is really inconvenient to invite him to be a guest this time, please forgive me. "

All the hall deacons bowed slightly, and said in unison: "Please obey the suzerain's edict!"

"That's it,

Do your job, let's go. "

Wu Bingyuan got up to see them off, and when the others had left, he looked at Jin Chongshan who hadn't left.

Jin Chongshan paced slowly, and said via voice transmission: "The ancestor of Tuye Laoxuan in Xianling Temple has seen it before. He said that it was a spiritual pet who followed the Taoist predecessors to fight behind him more than 500 years ago. The specific ancestor is not clear. They Not in a war zone."

The guards of Chongtian Palace are from the Jin family, and Jin Chongshan was the first to get the moon from the towers near the water, which took a lot of advantage.

Wu Bingyuan understands, no wonder the apprentices of the Supervisory Academy bet on the soil industry

It's a little secret, but he, the suzerain, knew about it later.

Jin Chongshan sighed slightly, and said: "Senior Chiwei wanted to die, and he blew up the land mother we invited to die, and I have to listen to the three gossips of the priest and the three of them, and take out some treasures to make Compensation. Our Chongtian Palace has suffered such a catastrophe, and it can be regarded as a good relationship with Senior Chiwei, and there is no debt to each other. It is just a damaged mountain root, which really takes a lot of work to repair."

"I'll arrange it later, and do a water and land ceremony for Senior Chiwei."

"As it should be."