Taoist chanting

On a moonlit night, after evening class, Guanzhu Zhang set up three Kongming lanterns that he made by himself on the top of the mountain and let them fly into the air.

Three orange lights fluttered up and down.

A group of little guys playing wildly in the woods, yelled and flew into the air, chasing the lights in amazement, the most knowledgeable little Ni'er didn't notice the slightest wave of magic on the lantern, it was just an ordinary lantern, how could it be able to fly? up?

Many disciples who stayed on the mountain looked at the lanterns and candles lit by the master on the field.

One by one curiously gathered around and asked for the mystery of how the lanterns fly.

If you don't understand, just ask, it's a very normal thing in Xianling Temple.

Qian Jing, who participated in the evening class of Xianling Temple for the first time, took Zhang Xuanyan by the corner of her clothes, hid behind others, and listened to the master's gentle answering of questions to his disciples. She felt the difference between the fairy view and the moon crow view, and she liked the harmonious atmosphere.

"Little Ni'er, don't touch the lantern. If you are disobedient, I will let your grandparents spank you."

"She won't hit me, Master, you try to scare Ni'er."

Little Ni'er is very smart, and immediately knows that the lanterns flying in the air have some deep meaning, and she can't cut them down to play. She has a wild temper but understands the seriousness.

Qian Jing looked at the pink and tender girl with a red carp tail from behind, she acted like a baby with the viewer, laughed lively and talked childishly, she was so envious.

Hu Qiang'er, who was instructed by the temple master, was stepping on a wooden sword, curiously moved over, and chatted with the girl who was a head taller than him: "You are new here, my name is Hu Qiang'er, what's your name?"

"Qian Jing."

"We know each other and we will be friends from now on. Sister Xuanyan, are you right?"

"Yes, Qiang'er has the most friends, don't be afraid of Qian Jing, Qiang'er is the boy of the temple master, he likes to make friends."

Zhang Xuanyan smiled and vouched for Hu Qiang'er's character.

In the next few days, every night on the site of Xianling Temple, lanterns of various sizes, large and small, were lifted into the sky.

The autumn wind blows, and the autumn rain is cool.

Shi Nanguan, who had healed from the sword wound on his belly long ago, walked cautiously on the muddy mountain road. Behind him were his companions in the formation of sharp shuttles. The donkey fell seven or eight feet away, its hair turned gray-brown, and its size shrank like an ordinary donkey. almost.

Shang Qingyun held the array in his left hand, occasionally pointing Shi Nanguan ahead to avoid certain places.

It took most of the morning to patrol around along the designated route. When they were less than [-] miles away from Dingxi City, they suddenly encountered a sudden attack by a witch who covered the Tibetan ground with fallen leaves.

There were many accidents, big and small, the five of them remained calm, their guns came out like dragons and swords pierced like rainbows, the five of them withstood the first wave of attacks, and the situation changed. The gun first stabbed the Wuxiu man who was rushing in front.

"Warrior"

Shi Nanguan on the flank exclaimed, the sword he stabbed at the opposite woman was knocked off his hand.

The woman whose face was smeared with mud kicked Shi Nanguan away, and the formation of the five of them was broken instantly. The woman rushed to Wei Jingjie's body, holding the horizontally dragged spear with her arm, and the knife slashed at him brightly.

Wei Jingjie had no choice but to abandon his gun and retreat. He burst out at a short distance, flashed afterimages, avoided a fierce blow, and pulled out a long sword from his waist. .

"Dangdang" strikes twice, assassinating a witch who hastily retreated in the explosion of the talisman.

Don't think that if he lost his spear, he lost his combat power?

Once you have mastered the gun state of "fitting the gun with the body", it doesn't matter what kind of weapon you use.

The consummated woman who was chasing after Wu Wuzhe stepped into the small quicksand trap freshly thrown by Shang Qingyun.

At this time, the formation master showed its importance. He had to be good at observing the overall situation and decisively rescue the field at the critical moment. Shang Qingyun learned many practical skills and tried it out. meritorious service.

The woman was furious, compared to the man who had lost his long spear, she ranked first in killing the formation master. With a wave of her hand, the long knife in her hand was used as a throwing knife. woman.

I don't know how to live or die, the second-order formation master dares to stay near her.

The small trapped formation under her feet couldn't stop her for a while, and she couldn't let the formation master use a little time to tinker with a more troublesome series of trapped formations.

"Dang", Tie Jinlin swung his sword to miss the light of the saber, and he couldn't help but rolled backwards.

The blade brushed against the ear a few inches away, a few strands of hair flew up, and Shang Qingyun's forehead was covered with cold sweat. Regardless of her own safety, she smashed the three formation flags with precision with her right hand, and the five fingers of her left hand quickly pinched out afterimages. There is a trace of water vapor rising from the ground of the array flag.

She made a dodging movement to the left and right with her feet and backed up, the speed could not be too fast.

Seeing that the man who threw away the gun was extremely brave, the Wuwu woman saw that the remaining two companions had no choice but to parry. She was anxious, and she swiped the spear out. With a "boom", the spear flew away, and the target was still that man. Array division.

The little fat man, who was so pale in pain after being kicked hard in his stomach, jumped up from the muddy ground like a huge mud toad.

His skin is thick and thick, and he can withstand it.

"Bang", the little fat man turned into a rolling gourd, his mouth and nose were bloody, and he couldn't make a sound.

With a sword, Yan Jing knocked the spear, which was greatly reduced in speed, towards the captain, and screamed: "Yunyun, hurry up!"

The attack outside the city must be resolved quickly. This time they encountered a tough problem and were worried about attracting reinforcements from the other side.

The situation of Pumpkin is not optimistic, and she must be treated in time.

Shang Qingyun squeezed her hands repeatedly, and the water vapor turned into mist. She temporarily arranged the "Three Water Trapping Formation" to form, which can trap the powerful martial artist by ten more breaths. Combined with the "Small Quicksand Trapping Formation", it can exert many magical effects.

The formation masters on the battlefield face the enemy first, no matter how simple they are.

They will not choose complex formations that are thankless and labor-intensive. Skilled formation masters often add formations layer by layer, buying a little more time each time, and stacking formations three times. The power displayed is not weaker than that of the big formation.

"Pfft", the light on Shang Qingyun's body flickered, she was hit by a hidden weapon in her chest, and she flew up, with blood gushing from her mouth.

The martial artist used his long spear as a pretense to strike east and west, but the dart blade thrown from his sleeve was the fatal blow.

It is impossible to prevent.

Tie Jinlin, covered in mud and water, flew up from the ground, and caught Shang Qingyun who was suddenly attacked by the Wu Wu Zhe.

The captain's eyes were red when he took the gun back in his hand. He stabbed two unsustainable shamans with two shots, and turned back to kill the shaman woman who broke through the formation violently. He blamed himself very much. The deduction before the battle It's still not comprehensive and safe enough. In a situation like this, Mr. Donkey should be allowed to intercept it.

Mr. Donkey is so stupid, so why can't he be flexible?

Tie Jinlin handed the seriously injured Shang Qingyun to Yan Jing, who drew his sword and rushed forward, grabbing a stack of talisman beads with his left hand.

He is the god of wealth in the team, and he has a lot of talismans and thunder beads in his hands.

Although it is some low-level goods, but the ants kill elephants, it is still effective if used well.

"I first, you second!"

Wei Jingjie said coldly, he did not choose to shoot immediately, he was waiting for the moment when the woman broke through the formation, and lost Shang Qingyun's control of the formation, if he rushed in rashly, he would also be disturbed by the double formation.

The martial artist brandished a short blade and rushed out from the formation. Facing the fierce shot, she raised her short blade to block it fiercely.

"Dang", the tip of the spear and the short blade collided, and the momentum was not so alarming.

The spear was quickly retracted after a slight touch.

Countless talismans danced and surrounded the startled woman Wu Zhe, "bang bang bang bang", fire, thunder, water spells, wooden thorns, etc. flocked to the woman, behind her was the remnant formation, and then retreated passively, the woman immediately wrapped herself up The golden brilliance rushed towards the slanting stab.

A big gun burst out from among the many runic light spells, and fought fiercely with the Wu Wu Zhe woman.

The two sides fought fast, with guns and knives blazing, and the figure was spinning within three feet like a wheel. Tie Jinlin, who helped the captain get the upper hand, couldn't get close at all, so he could only retreat for protection.

The woman repeated her old tricks and was stabbed desperately in the fierce battle, her body slipped to avoid the vital point, leaving a wound on her left rib, and she held the big gun with her left arm again, but the man on the opposite side twisted the end of the gun unexpectedly , pulled out a five-foot spike, used it as a short spear, and stabbed the chest of the woman who stepped close and thought she had a plan.

Calculate each other, and finally see the outcome.

"Pfft", the woman tried her best to twist her body, but was stabbed by the man dragging the spear in one hand, which affected her speed.

The sharp momentum of the spike pierced through the woman's inner armor and pierced into the woman's chest for about three inches. Yuan Qi poured in like sea water, and the woman couldn't take care of herself immediately.

Tie Jinlin saw that it was cheap, flew two steps forward, and swung his sword at the head.

The donkey suddenly yelled through voice transmission: "Hurry up, take the wounded back and retreat, there are two third-level witches appearing!"

The little fat man who couldn't move on the ground almost went dark when he heard this.

Today's luck is too bad.

Chapter 518

Yan Jing hugged Shang Qingyun whose clothes were half stained with blood, and retreated to the southeast where there was no formation in his memory. Tie Jinlin half hugged and half dragged the little fat man to retreat quickly, and the captain held the big gun restored to its original shape to lead the formation behind.

It was too late to take away Wu Xiu's body scattered all over the ground in bags, and they watched Master Donkey go forward to greet him unhurriedly.

For such a long time, they rarely saw Mr. Donkey make a move.

Occasionally, two times, sword energy flashed in the air, and Wu Xiu had already bestowed his head.

Two witch cultivators rushed from the rain, mist and mountains. The middle-aged man on the left was unarmed, with beard and hair stretched out. When he saw the female witch warrior whose body and head were separated in the bloody muddy ground, he roared and stomped his feet on the ground. Shooting from the top of the mountain.

Another young man, who did not paint his face with dye, brandished a three-ulnar staff in his left hand.

A hundred or ten feet away, twenty or thirty rocks the size of fists condensed in the rain and mist, and smashed at the donkey.

The donkey's four hooves slanted left and right, stepping on a point to avoid the open space it was aiming at, and a series of finger-thick silver thunderbolts deflected or shattered the rocks that turned in the air and chased it persistently.

"Be careful, it will thunder!"

The young Wu Xiu, who was behind, sped up and reminded his companions that the donkey was not easy.

The news they received was that the five disciples surnamed Zhang Zizi from Xianling Temple had not been in Dingxi City for a long time, and they had already beheaded the elite disciples of the Wu clan many times. beast.

They have calculated many times, and they have been summoned by the spies, so they came here to intercept and kill them today.

The donkey opened its mouth and sprayed at the middle-aged strong man who jumped twenty feet away. The thunder was dazzling, and there was a sound of thunder, and the third-level martial artist who couldn't avoid it hit him with thunder flashes all over his body. It actually likes to attack the particularly proud shaman.

These guys have their eyes above the top, their leather is very cheap, and they don't pay much attention to magic attacks.

Seeing that guy descending from the earth like a god in thunder light, majestic and pulling the wind tightly, the donkey hopped to avoid the attack and harassment of the third-level fortune-telling master behind him, and stayed in place suddenly, rushing towards the witch who was approaching. The warrior roared loudly:

"Ah uh..."

(I, well, what, bah)

It has now mastered the secret method of superimposing the four characters of "Vajra Lion Roar" taught by Fa Yuan.

The loud and vigorous donkey's voice was the first to bear the brunt of the roar, making the middle-aged strong man unable to move forward, his robe pulled back, and his face rippling violently.

Just holding on for two breaths, the seven orifices of the strong man overflowed with blood, which shows how amazing the power of the donkey's mental calculation and unintentional roar is.

The distance was too close, and the donkey's saliva sprayed the face of the strong man who was three feet away.

The fortune teller thirty feet away behind was also affected by the sound attack, and his mind was a little flustered. He was not the main target of the donkey, so he swung his bone staff and slammed down hard. He could see that the donkey was casting a spell, so it was inconvenient. Turn and move, otherwise the spell stops.

The damn bald donkey actually taught a donkey to learn the "King Kong Lion Roar".

A few large millstones fell out of thin air, hitting them hard, and used a lion's roar to deal with the strong man's donkey's head, back, waist and abdomen. However, what surprised the young man was that the donkey's voice did not tremble, and it was tense. The body was hit by a boulder, and the stone was crushed, but the donkey was unscathed except that it was covered in powder.

He was really taken aback, that donkey's physique was not inferior to that of a Tier [-] martial artist, and he was actually good at both body and magic.

Why was such an important situation not collected?

Companion Lao Bin is in danger!

In the next moment, the young man turned around abruptly, regardless of rescuing his companion.

He saw countless sharp sword lights shining brightly in the drizzle, silently stabbing at him from three directions.

He waved the bone staff, and a thin yellow mist appeared around his body.

As he waved the bone stick in his hand, the mist layered on top of each other, and the yellow color became more intense. Hearing the continuous piercing sound of sword energy piercing the yellow mist veil, the young man was thinking about retreating.

What the hell is that cheap donkey who is a master with a sword?

Hearing the ugly roar of the donkey, he stopped, and hurriedly shouted: "Old man, the wind is tight, retreat quickly!"

This place is not very far from Dingxi City, those little fellows have sent a summons to inform the master, it will be a great joy to be dragged by the donkey.

Before leaving, he was going to cast a spell conveniently, and hit those little guys who retreated a hundred feet away with a group attack.

"Peng... Dongdong".

Mixed with the shrill screams, the young man flew into the slanting stab at low altitude as if he had seen a ghost.

His consciousness saw that Lao Bin was thrown by the donkey, kicked all the way with two huge hooves, and stepped into the mud from a height of Zhang Xu. He didn't believe that the donkey's roar could turn Lao Bing into a fool, and a mid-level third-level warrior in Yuloumen was not that weak.

Then it can only be that the donkey has used another powerful invisible method, not sword energy!

The unknown is the scariest thing, and he decided to escape immediately.

It's not too late for a monk to take revenge in ten or a hundred years, and if he intercepts and kills next time, it's impossible to have only three or two people.

The donkey trampled and kicked the severely wounded, dying, and disfigured Wu Wu Zhe with a round of trampling. Two sword auras flashed in the air and shot into the Wu Wu Zhe's eye sockets and nose respectively, completely eliminating the Wu Wu Zhe. Wei Jingjie and the others left behind hidden dangers.

The donkey chased and killed the third-tier fortune teller without touching his feet. Since it attacked, it would not leave anyone alive.

It usually drinks, chats, or stays silent, tempering its body with thunder light without making a fuss, and can stop at any time, unlike the past when it needed to stay still.

Just a few pieces of millstones want to smash its body that has been tempered more than [-] times, go dreaming!

Countless sword qi intercepted the escaped fortune teller, and the donkey came up to him after a few ups and downs.