Taoist chanting

The few people in the virtual hood could be offended, Tu Kun was knocked to the ground by violent attacks again and again, Yang Shuilan's protective water technique collapsed one after another, fine cracks appeared in the translucent streamer that appeared in front of her, and her face was as pale as paper , Thin water mist surged up to cover it up, so as not to let Lezi worry about his embarrassment.

The mana in Zhang Wenfeng's body was consumed rapidly, and he quickly calculated in his mind how long he could last while being so passively beaten.

The dragon soul roared wantonly from outside, "Human boy, don't think that with a tortoise shell as a support, you don't know the heights of the sky and the earth, really think that this king has no means at his disposal? Hehe, this king will refine all of you into skeleton puppets, especially It's that cheap donkey, wait for me!"

Lu Zijin rolled a strange eye, and cursed: "Reptiles, stinky farts, snot-nosed dragons, what's there to be so arrogant, why don't you rely on the power of your ancestors, if we have the ability, let's single out, and the donkey will kill you with one kick." You little..."

Yu Mengchang in the water-gathering bead was startled and said, "The dragon soul is full of energy. He didn't consume his own soul power. He has other soul sacrifices in his hands, and they are high-quality souls... Hurry up and set up the hexagonal altar. It's really a big loss for him to pass on the method of offering sacrifices to you and sending the dragon god's offering spells to you."

Talking nonstop, he tossed out a jade slip with no decorations out of thin air.

Zhang Wenfeng caught the jade slip, made a tactic with his left hand, and manipulated the tortoise talisman to resist the attack of the Yin God's projection.

Quickly browse the contents of the jade slips distractedly, select the important points and glance over, draw the sword in hand, measure with the footsteps, and quickly use the sword as a pen to draw a hexagonal altar on the vacant Zhang Xu ground.

He has a solid foundation in drawing talismans, and although he is busy, he is immersed in a calm state of mind, unaffected by violent attacks and shocks.

Under the sword, there is a ring within a ring, from the inside to the outside, step by step, interlocking.

The turtle shell veneer is covered with mist that hides prying eyes from the outside, so that the dragon soul cannot detect the movement inside, otherwise the dragon soul will desperately attack the crumbling veneer.

Tu Kun and Yang Shuilan, who gritted their teeth, were shocked.

As long as the temple master has a way, they can hold on, and at worst, scrap a few treasures.

What I am most afraid of is not seeing hope, the future is dark, and I am struggling blindly.

Le Zi and Lu Zijin couldn't help, but they were always ready. Looking at the brighter and brighter turtle shell, they felt anxious, "Strength can't last long, and softness can't be kept." If the defense is broken because the layout is not completed, they set a simple order to meet the attack, and don't swarm to death.

Both of them are physically strong, and they should be able to block two blows with their treasures and bodies, so they can buy a little more time.

As for the consequences of being smashed to pieces, that is, the difference between dying first and then dying, maybe it can win a chance?

Except for the taunting noise of the dragon chant, and the "bang, bang" attack, there was no other sound in the space, and no one was interested in talking. Several pairs of eyes were focused on the progress of the master's characterization.

When it's time to die, nothing can go wrong.

With the help of Zhang Wenfeng's extremely calm and still state of mind, it took half a word of time to reach the back with a sword like a shadow, and completed the construction of the base of the complicated hexagonal altar.

From beginning to end, the beginning and the end echo, the thickness is even and the strokes are not bad, which attracted old man You's admiration.

This landslide is at the critical moment before, and maintaining a calm mind as usual requires strong psychological support.

The most is to test a person's heart and nature.

If it were Director You Meng, he couldn't guarantee that he could do it as well as Taoist Zhang in such a short period of time.

Perhaps, this is the reason why Taoist Zhang is not the highest in cultivation and can attract many masters to use their lives.

Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back into its sheath, and with a thought, a pile of spirit stones, chalcedony, and crystals fell out, floating around. With his right hand, he quickly guided the gems one by one to various positions on the base of the hexagonal altar. The teachings in the jade slips are arranged layer by layer with hexagonal altars.

"Quick, throw nine drops of blood essence into the air for sacrifice."

Zhang Wenfeng shouted through sound transmission, the blade light flashed, he was the first to use the flying sword

Cut open the palm of the hand, squeeze out nine drops of bright red viscous blood essence, pour it into the chalcedony stone in one corner of the altar, do the same, and place the blood essence squeezed out by the four people in place.

"It's a big loss, the old man has lost money in business this time."

Old man You sighed, he was very reluctant to give up a bit of gray mist popping up in the empty corner, and then six strands of dragon soul silk collected two years ago flew out, floating on the six corners of the altar, and then flew out a The small black jade bottle fell into the middle of the small altar. It was the wandering spirits and ghosts collected by You Mengchang within a thousand miles near the fairy temple.

He found a nest of old ghosts who had been suppressed for more than 500 years at the bottom of a certain mountain in the Ganluo Mountains [-] miles away.

Full of joy, originally it was useful for something else, but this time it was completely consumed, which made him very annoyed.

Zhang Wenfeng is more sensitive to ghosts. As long as the old man Mengmei does not extract living souls behind his back, he will not care about Youmengchang collecting ghosts in the world, reciting according to Youmengchang's strange phonology word by word, and pinching with his right hand. Sacrificial spells.

It was extremely awkward to recite, but luckily he was very good at recitation, and there was nothing wrong with reciting the "Send Dragon God Sacrifice Mantra" according to the gourd painting.

I don't know what the meaning of the sacrificial mantra is, but the rhyme is a bit like the dragon language of the Dragon Soul before, and it is a bit plausible, but as he recited it, the original dull attack suddenly stopped.

Dragon Soul's voice became astonished, "Uh, why did it stop?"

He was busy checking the offerings, and there were still a few fragments of the monk's soul left over from that year. Suddenly, he thought of a possibility, that weird Taoist priest was helping him send the gods away.

It is easy to ask God to send God away, but only if the price is greater than what he has paid, can God be sent away.

Moreover, the dragon soul had to be used as a guide, otherwise the projection of the ancestor dragon Yinshen would not recognize it, in order to prevent the clan dragons from fighting among themselves and favoring one side.

You bastard, you stole the dragon soul from this king last time and used it to give away the gods, you damned thief..."

Dragon Soul cursed loudly, feeling powerless for a while.

Why was he reluctant to sacrifice more of his own soul power before, so that the bastard could take advantage of it? He watched the tortoise shell with a dim yellow light that was almost broken, disappearing into the air, and a small hexagonal altar appeared, not like Taoism The technique seemed unfamiliar to him.

Follow the Taoist priest's last tactic to fight.

The whole altar shone brightly with a bang, and the majestic energy circled around the offerings, rising to the sky.

Dragon Soul stared blankly, not daring to attack and disturb Yinshen projection to enjoy the sacrifice, in the eyes of Zulong Yinshen, he was no fart, he felt that there was his soul silk in the sacrifice, and almost killed himself in one breath Suffocate.

Zhang Wenfeng followed You Mengchang's instructions and performed a gift of sending the gods off.

A black shadow in the shape of a dragon broke through the void and disappeared in an instant, ignoring that the humans who sent God away were not dragons.

Lu Zijin, who had watched a thrilling drama, laughed strangely, "Gah-er-ga", and yelled, "Old man Long, what else do you have, use it, let the donkey master open his eyes, come on, use your dragon power to exert strength!" It is not a good man to crush the donkey and frown."

His cultivation base has been promoted to a small level, and his body has been greatly improved after being washed with medicine, but the dragon soul is far from recovering to the cultivation base two and a half years ago. Under the ups and downs, he dared to challenge the Dragon King.

Tu Kun was holding the Feilai Stone, his figure was slightly blurred, he reached out and took the two refined translucent water beads that Yang Shuilan handed him, swallowed them in one gulp, and quickly replenished the consumption in his body. He tried his best to destroy the two treasures, barely persevered.

The tempering of just one word is like years to him.

Of course, he has gained a lot in terms of mood after getting through this test.

Yang Shuilan's face was bloodless, she wiped away the blood from her mouth and nose without any trace, and swallowed two water beads.

She also lost two water protection magic weapons, she smiled and shook her head at Le Zi, indicating that she was fine.

Zhang Wenfeng glanced at the collapsed altar that had exhausted all the energy on the ground, pondering in his heart how to deal with that cunning dragon soul, and heard the cold dragon chant words coming from the air.

"This king is trying his best to blow up his remnant souls, and pull you all as backs, and he won't let you humiliate Ruyi!"

The five of them froze at the same time, looking at each other.

Threatened with self-explosion, they were willing to cut themselves, and once again put them in a dilemma.

His uncle, is this like the stupid words that a dragon king should say?

Chapter 688 Robbery is a skill

You Mengchang's weak voice came from the Jushuizhu: "Don't worry, that dragon soul that has been lingering for more than 5000 years is afraid of death. He won't blow himself up easily to scare you. Stop coming."

This time he lost his money, the old man Mengmei's heart ached beyond measure.

If you lose all the treasures in your bag, you will be cut off from him, let alone the three strands of Dream Charm Soul Silk.

Zhang Wenfeng could see Dragon Soul's intentions, coughed, and said, "Your Excellency, Dragon King, we have no intention of humiliating you, as long as you bring out a few rare treasures, we..."

"Fuck, wishful thinking, don't even think about getting your hands on this king's hidden treasure even if the ancestral dragon comes, you might as well humiliate this king directly."

The dragon soul reacted violently, the black air in the air surged violently, and the breath in the distance suddenly expanded, with faint blue brilliance flickering.

There is a decisive posture of self-destructing if there is a disagreement.

The Ziluo Pagoda held in Yang Shuilan's hands was surrounded by water waves and white light rapidly. The dragon soul blocked the exit barrier with black air, and the whole place was sealed off. They would not be able to break out for a while. Entering the tower to resist the first resistance, but the self-explosion of the dragon soul is no small matter, this treasure is difficult to withstand.

Perhaps, only the earth guardian who drilled into the flying stone can survive.

Lu Zijin rolled his eyes strangely, he despises the Dragon Soul who loves money more than life, and he doesn't believe that the old guy who is greedy for money and afraid of death will blow himself up, and can survive more than 5000 years in such a ghostly place. Who are you scaring?

Lezi always paid attention to the actions of Lu Zijin beside him, and hurriedly bumped Lu Zijin with his elbow, and said via voice transmission: "Brother Lu, let's not make trouble, let the temple master negotiate with the dragon soul."

He was worried that it would be bad if elder brother Lu would explode the dragon soul in anger.

Lu Zijin stared and was very dissatisfied with the sound transmission: "Who is making trouble, little brother, you don't have confidence in me..."

Tu Kun interrupted: "Shut up, both of you!"

At the critical moment, he still had time to play tricks, and he wished he could sew the donkey's crow's beak.

Zhang Wenfeng said with a chuckle: "Your Excellency, Dragon King, don't threaten yourself with self-explosion. If you come out to mess around, who doesn't have a few cards to save your life? Like Dragon King, if you blew yourself up, you would also leave a remnant soul behind. I am alive and kicking, am I right? Let’s have a chat, Your Excellency the Dragon King, please calm down and show some sincerity to solve the problem, how about it?”

Stretching out the index finger of his left hand, he seemed to randomly draw in the air.

In the empty darkness, there appeared a square, deep and fuzzy ghost gate, fluctuating with strange aura, and there was an overflow of cold and ghostly aura that did not belong to the human world.

"Your Excellency the Dragon King, you also know that I have a good relationship with Master Bai, and I occasionally go to the Nether Realm to walk around, drop in or something, so Your Excellency the Dragon King really wants to blow himself up, at worst, I will take my companions to the Nether Realm for ten days and a half. Yue will come back again and search the ruins by the way, maybe with luck, he may be able to find a few hidden treasures.”

Lu Zijin almost let out a donkey bray from laughter, the temple master has a good trick hidden, even killing and beating, there is no worries about the future.

Lezi quickly covered Brother Lu's stinky mouth.

He and elder brother Lu have no scruples in talking and laughing, and exchange cups for friendship, not worrying about annoying Lu Zijin.

"Hmph, it's great to be able to pass through the Netherworld. This king blows the door of the temporary ghosts in one breath. At worst, he can hold two of them, especially the donkey as a back."

Although Dragon Soul's tone was tough, his aura was suppressed.

Damn Bai Wuchang, arbitrarily giving that Taoist priest the right to open a temporary ghost gate, this is depravity and dereliction of duty.

It can be heard that he has a deep resentment against the donkey, and he confessed that he must pull the donkey.

Lu Zijin pushed the fun away, curled his lips, forget it, people who wear shoes are afraid of bare feet, and they don't have the same knowledge as that tasteless snot-nosed dragon.

Seeing the hope of life, no one is willing to take unnecessary dangers.

"So we don't need to fight every time. The fight is earth-shattering. It's easy to talk about it. Since you are reluctant to take out the hidden treasures, your Excellency the Dragon King, the dragon claw grass, dragon scale fruit, ambergris stones and broken copper and iron near the dragon skeleton are all worthless." These are easy-to-get items, and it looks like they gave us some, but we don’t have the face to go back empty-handed, and our loss this time is a bit heavy.”

Zhang Wenfeng smiled all over his face, waved his hands to scatter the ghost gates, and took the next best thing, always thinking about the down and out Dragon Soul.

Going around has the same meaning, you must spend money to avoid disaster.

If you don't show full sincerity, you will definitely not be able to dismiss the five of them, and you will have to continue to pester them.

Of course, if the same words are spoken by another person, the effect will be quite different, and it may be very hurtful to self-esteem. For example, if you let Luzi go in and say it, you are guaranteed that the dragon soul will explode immediately, and drag Luzi into it without blinking.

Dragon Soul snorted a few times, but didn't agree immediately, feeling rather slanderous in his heart, blaming me.

Let him take some weeds and broken treasures that are of no use to him. He has no objection, but he has to explain a thing or two to save face.

"This king can give you some rare items such as dragon claw grass, dragon soul fruit, etc., but there is one thing, I hope you will not come to disturb my peace next time."

"Dragon King can rest assured, if there are enough items, we won't bother you for decades."

Zhang Wenfeng agreed with empty words. He didn't say how long it would take, but he emphasized the word "enough".

If he really wanted to annoy the dragon soul, blew up most of the remnant souls, and dragged the cheap-mouthed son into the same cave, he really took it and didn't withdraw it, and he couldn't save it even if he rescued it.

Without absolute certainty, he would not go down to Zhenlong Cave with a few people.

Knowing that it is dangerous to come forward to provoke, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Good to go, don't send it off!"

With a cold snort of the dragon and a whistling wind, many objects were thrown from the air. Even if some rubbish was extorted, the Dragon King was very upset.

The seventh-rank dragon king who once roamed the world was repeatedly robbed by several ants. How can he be a dragon if it is spread?

If it weren't for the serious loss of his cultivation base, he could at most guarantee the combat power within fifty feet of the dragon skeleton, he would never have let it go so easily, it was too aggrieved, he was the first to beat others, and he was definitely not casually talking about self-destruction.

Yang Shuilan waved her hand and threw the Purple Conch Tower, a white light rolled all the items into the tower and put them away. No matter what tricks the Dragon King plays, I will look through it later when I go out.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled as usual, and gracefully cupped his hands and said, "Farewell, excuse me!"

He took the lead in walking in the direction of the passage, and it seemed that he went down through the door, without a trace of fireworks.

Tu Kun supported Feilaishi and landed in the back of the hall, sighing with emotion: "Lu Zijin, learn a little bit, don't fight and kill at every turn, robbing is a skilled job, so you can get the treasure you want , and dig much more than our own, without being dragged by the dragon soul as a backup."

Lezi almost laughed out loud.

Luzi rolled his eyes, he was threatened by the dragon soul and dragged him to the back, but he couldn't refute, and said through voice transmission: "Old man, you have to thank the old donkey for taking care of the overall situation, not a reckless man who doesn't care about anything when his head is hot, My name is to sing blush with the temple master, otherwise I will have a feast today, hum, that slug, wait for Mr. Donkey.”

He is thick-skinned, losing face or something is nothing to him, and he laughed and said, "I'll pay [-]% more later."

"You haven't woken up yet, you're daydreaming."

"Brother Lu, you can talk nonsense if you don't drink, but it won't hurt if you eat an extra bite of food."

As a few people walked out of the invisible barrier, the atmosphere was suddenly relaxed. Even Yang Shuilan made fun of "You didn't do anything, you think well", and they all made fun of Lu Zijin, who was so angry that he was helpless. Yelling.

"Together, you are a family, and I am a donkey, and you all bully me."

"Haha, you just found out, it's too late."

There is a happy atmosphere in the dark sky.