Taoist chanting

Xiao Ni'er yelled, and countless dragon lice rushed to bite and gnaw. How could they give the unlucky monk the time to blow himself up, biting through the protection, biting the flesh, making the monk scream like a discouraged ball and instantly shrunk.

Zhang Wenfeng used two more swords to kill the second monk, and the eight monks were also killed.

The angry magic attacks were overwhelming, but they were resolved one by one by the two people in the formation who were running mountains, rivers and lakes.

The blue waves vibrated, and the curling water mist evaporated.

Zhang Wenfeng watched the battle across the water, seeing those people trying to bypass the Xuanhu Lake, he sneered from the bottom of his heart, communicated a few words with the two people in the formation, and stabbed with his sword casually, to finish off the screaming man who was being eaten by insects.

Killing is nothing more than nodding, he has no hobby of killing.

Besides, if we don't solve it sooner, who knows if there will be any weird moths?

"Back! Back!"

One of the red-faced strong men yelled, but it was too late. The strange hanging lake that was still miles away suddenly turned over and overturned. Countless mountain shadows hung upside down behind them, cutting off the back road. After a while, they charged stay home.

"Don't panic, brothers, don't scatter, the Xuanhu Formation is only capable of one blow..."

"Boom", the clear water poured all over the sky, and the huge force washed away the three people who were at a loss.

Xiao Ni'er is like a fish in water, surrounded by two groups of dragon lice, holding a harpoon and taking the opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

The red-faced strong man punched his fists into the sky, there was a loud bang, and the water column flew tens of feet high. Charged out against the current with a violent momentum.

The red-faced strong man didn't expect that the four of them, the mountain god who was beaten almost to the bottom, had the guts to design them so dangerously, and caught them by surprise.

He felt a little remorseful, he should have knocked the mountain god and the woman trapped at the bottom of the mountain to death in one go.

We shouldn't divide our troops to intercept the sword cultivators who are going around in circles, which has led to the current situation that is difficult to end.

One careless move, and the whole game is lost.

Just after rushing out of the water curtain, the pressure was lightened, but there was a thunderous roar in the sky, and countless blue light spots shot towards them from all directions.

The red-faced burly man was naturally not afraid of such a powerful magic attack, his momentum exploded again, and he shouted: "Change the formation, follow me..."

A brilliant sword light poured down from above the dense green thorns, interrupting the roar of the red-faced man.

The palpitating sword of Tianwei shocked the five people's eyelids, and the four people below subconsciously avoided to the side, and the formation of five people fell apart immediately.

Wave after wave of green thorns submerged the four of them, and they were sucked into the turbulent torrent below.

The red-faced man was locked in his mind, and there was no way to hide. He could only face the sword attack beyond the fourth level alone. He raised his fists, and two vague animal shadows, a tiger and a bear, roared and rushed towards the Wupei sword.

Zhang Wenfeng has heard of beast spirits, which are the unique secret technique of blood witches in the Southern Yuan Continent, but there are very few people who can possess two beast spirits.

Seven or eight people flew from the east, Yue Anyan, Wei Jingjie and others arrived, rushed into the torrential flood, and attacked the trapped people. Zhang Wenfeng activated two supernatural powers at the same time, which was a bit exhausting. Seeing this, he scattered the green thorns and concentrated on controlling the shadows. The sword supernatural power displayed by the wooden sword.

The two blurred animal figures twisted and bitten, quickly fading away in the waterfall of sword light.

The red-faced man quickly chanted a mantra, blood mist gushed out of his body, and a wriggling and fuzzy blood-colored mantra appeared on his forehead, and his whole body was full of strange and mysterious aura.

Zhang Wenfeng pulled out the Xuanyuan sword with his left hand, and stabbed Baizhang in front of him.

"Pfft", the sword light pierced the red-faced man's chest unexpectedly, and the blood surged violently, turning into a thick blood mist and rushing to the red-faced man's forehead. The Taoist showed a crazy and provocative look.

"He is asking the gods in the blood sacrifice, quickly interrupt him with mental interference!"

"Don't kill him!"

Yang Shuilan and Mu Lihua, who were manipulating the landscape below and trapped several enemy cultivators, realized something was wrong and screamed at the same time.

Zhang Wenfeng twisted his wrist as hard as he could, enduring the tearing pain, so that the sword supernatural power that had wiped out the two beast spirits was deflected to one side, and with a "bang" sound, the surging flood below was torn apart, hitting the ground hundreds of meters away, and splitting a short mountain.

Zhang Wenfeng didn't care whether the sword that he forcibly twisted just now hurt his own people, he jumped forward and recited the nine-character mantra.

The merit canopy around his body instantly appeared and expanded outwards. As he circled the red-faced man about three feet away, the blood mist melted like ice and snow, and the blood-colored mantra on the man's forehead was still a little bit solidified, and he writhed and let out a "sizzling" The sound seemed to be unwilling to disappear, but it could not resist the expulsion of merit, and gradually faded into the air.

The red-faced man's face and body fell off in large chunks, and within a short while, he became a lifeless jade skeleton with golden spots.

(The whole family was suffering from the sun. The old man was sent to the hospital the day before yesterday. The child had a fever this afternoon. Lao Yan was completely out of the mood for writing. Today’s chapter is a bit messy intermittently, and many ideas and details cannot be perfected.

For a period of time later, I can only update it according to the fate, alas, life is full of chicken feathers)

Chapter 716 Lost and found

Hearing a loud roar of Buddha sound from a distance, Zhang Wenfeng turned his head to look to the west. The Vajra Lion Roar jointly performed by the four monks including Fa Nan was extremely powerful and formed a violent sweeping wave, but failed to sneak attack to break the long-standing attack. Six strange array.

With the help of a roar, those six people fled to the seaside like clouds and fog. There was a man in black in front of him. He was lucky enough to escape from the gap in the flood formation with his sword supernatural power. Wei Jingjie chased and killed him and escaped.

Fa Nan and the other four lost their roar skills and chased after them.

Zhang Wenfeng had no choice but to greet him: "Master Dharma, don't chase after the poor!"

Don't expect him to be able to chase the enemy for the time being. Just now he forcibly reversed the direction of the sword supernatural power. Now that he stops, he must exercise his skills to adjust the broken breath in his body, and it will take some time to calm down and reverse the qi and blood.

Seeing that the four monks refused to listen and insisted on chasing and killing them, Zhang Wenfeng turned to look at the jade skeleton with golden spots floating in the air.

Please be devoured instead, the red-faced man's flesh and blood viscera and soul are all paid as a price, even the hope of the next life is completely ruined, leaving behind a bone and a torn robe and other items.

Zhang Wenfeng just used his strength to support the trophy, he was careful not to take the skeleton into his pocket rashly.

It took about [-]% of the merit canopy to wear away the blood mist, and to expel the bloody spell, it was almost completely consumed, leaving only a faint appearance, and it took several months of cultivation to fully recover.

There were two "huhu" sounds, and two figures jumped out from the huge gap torn below.

The two of them were scarred and lacked hands or legs. Seeing the god-like sword cultivator staring at the sky above, they almost backed away in fright. One of them screamed strangely, and fled wildly to the southwest like his buttocks were on fire. After Baizhang, the whole person turned into a cloud of blood mist, and the speed suddenly increased by more than twice, and he went far in the blink of an eye.

The other one was not so lucky, he hesitated for a moment, and Zhang Wenfeng slashed away with his sword.

The man in the blue shirt with his missing left leg covered in blood felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He mustered all his strength to catch it with the sword in his hand. "Bang", the cyan sword light broke and splashed, and he almost vomited blood in anger. The power of this sword's volley attack, It was very ordinary, giving him a sense of missing out as if he had hit a pile of catkins with a punch and had nowhere to focus.

Seeing that the sword was repaired and the second sword followed, he had to go all out.

Sword cultivator can play around at will, but he must take his life seriously every time.

"Chirp", a piercing scream hit, dragging out a line of dazzling sparks, it was Wei Jingjie, who was unsuccessful in chasing the man in black in front of him, he threw the spear in his hand at the opportunity, and used the "penetrating gun style" trick he had been thinking about to deal with the victim. The man in blue shirt restrained by the temple master.

The blue-shirted man was caught in a dilemma. He had just received a blow from the sword repairer diagonally above, and before he had time to escape, he had to face the piercing spear with its fierce aura.

The blue-shirted man hated such unskilled brute force attacks the most. He had no time to use spells to calmly defuse them, so he had to block them with strength. Playing mouse attack, the future is bleak, and there is no hope of life...

"Dang", the man in the blue shirt turned grief and anger into strength, and struck like a spear on fire.

However, what he didn't expect was that the body of the gun and the tail of the gun shot out a transparent gun shadow, respectively, shooting at his chest and abdomen, which was so close at hand and as fast as lightning, which caught him off guard.

The man in the blue shirt tried his best to resist with his sword, turned his body to avoid a sinister gun shadow, but was stabbed in the chest by the transparent gun shadow of the last blow, the blue light was dazzling, blood splashed, and the man in the blue shirt screamed straight into the rolling torrent not see.

Wei Jingjie saw the success of "three strikes with one shot", stretched out his hand and made a move, and the long spear turned into a rainbow and flew away.

Zhang Wenfeng smiled and raised his thumb, appreciating this move.

Wei Jingjie held his gun in his hand and returned the salute humbly, and jumped into the turbulent torrent with a few vertical leaps, leaving the rest of the trivial matters, so don't bother the audience to take action.

During the tea time, Zhang Wenfeng calmed down the breath in his body and eliminated hidden dangers.

The torrent below suddenly withdrew, and the battlefield had been cleaned up. Little Ni'er flicked his tail, followed by a large group of dragon gnats, flying to the sky, circling around the jade-made gold-spotted skeleton, tsk-tsk commented: "Li Wufu's 'golden branches and jade leaves' It’s still far away, but with this golden and jade appearance, it’s not bad.”

Seeing that no one was paying attention, she stretched out her small hand and poked it quietly. It was hard and made a sound of gold and jade knocking.

Zhang Wenfeng and Yue Anyan invited Yun Qiuhe, Xin Yue, Feng Qiyue, and three fresh-faced Jindan monks to greet each other, and then looked at Yang Shuilan, Mu Lihua had already fled underground to recuperate after a face-to-face meeting.

Yang Shuilan looked at the skeleton carefully and said, "No problem."

As an expert, she can see many unknown blood witch marks.

Zhang Wenfeng took away the skeleton again, such a complete skeleton of a Tier [-] shaman, he has its own use, said: "We still have to meet Master Fanan and his party, the four of them chased the enemy and went to the seaside."

Just as he was talking, the talisman flashed, Zhang Wenfeng reached out to take it, it was passed to him by Fa Nan, saying that he found an ambush in the sea, they watched the remnants of the defeated soldiers go south and disappeared, and they are now on their way back.

Since there was nothing else to do, after distributing the loot and chatting for a while, they each dispersed.

Xin Yue smiled at Guanzhu Zhang and said, "Is the Guanzhu free? Let's chat alone?" Chongyun Qiuhe and Yue Anyan smiled apologetically.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand to ask, and the two flew away to talk.

Little Ni'er's eyeballs rolled around, and she got close to the three women, and tugged at Yun Qiuhe in a mysterious way. Seeing that the eyes of several people were all on her, she chewed her tongue in a low voice: "Sister Yun, the vixen's eyes It's too attractive, you have to watch the audience closely..."

Yun Qiuhe was so thick-skinned that she blushed from the little guy's serious nonsense, hurriedly held down Xiao Ni'er who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, and gave her a string of shiny bracelets as hush money.

Yang Shuilan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and knocked on the little mud that remembered the gift and was happy. The little guy's ability to see through stitches improved, and he could get treasures.

Xinyue stopped her figure, but for a moment she hesitated about what to say, it seemed difficult to speak.

Zhang Wenfeng probably guessed what was going on, and said, "You want to ask if the secret realm of Xianlingguan is the same place as the secret realm we have explored before?"

There is no impenetrable wall in the world. After so many years, the secret realm of Xianlingguan has created batches of monks in the free realm.

It has long been rumored in the outside world that the Fairy Spirit Temple has a blessed land, but the Fairy Spirit Temple has neither acknowledged nor refuted the rumors.

With the current detached status of Xianlingguan, no one can take away no matter how many good things there are.

Xin Yue smiled and nodded, "I have some doubts."

She guessed that the secret realm of the Fairy Spirit Temple was left by Mo Ye. It was the famous Moling Youjing. Her ancestors had a relationship with Mo Ye. She always regretted that the passage to the secret realm opened by her ancestors was destroyed. This time When you get an opportunity, just ask in person.

See if they can be accommodated and allow their sisters to enter the secret realm of Guidan Valley for retreat?

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "It's the same place. You can enter the secret realm whenever it's convenient for you. I'm temporarily watching the scene on behalf of Mo Ye."

It's inconvenient for him to come to tell him about this matter, it would be best for Xin Yue to ask her.

Xinyue was overjoyed, and performed a coquettish squat ceremony.

Xiao Ni'er saw it from a distance, shook her head and said provocatively: "I didn't see it, sister Yun..."

"Ba", "bang", "crack".

The three women had a tacit understanding and attacked at the same time, and the leather child did not hit the house for three days.

Chapter 717

The aftermath was left to the Fanan four who came to assist Mu Lihua to deal with it. Zhang Wenfeng, with a muddy little mud on his left arm, bid farewell to the Fanan four, and the turmoil ended.

Little Ni'er had pinch marks and beating marks on her cheeks and forehead, and she didn't wipe them off. She kept them in misery, and said "Master" in one mouthful, complaining to the priest about the hideous faces of the four women in front of her. Bullying her was a child.

The temple master here is still comforting softly, while Yang Shuilan turned her head to greet her, she just said that she did not recognize the lady whose surname was Yang, but Xiao Ni'er immediately forgot all about it in person, wagging her tail, left the temple master and joined the four in a pile of women.

They were jovial and lively, everyone was very affectionate, even the vixen was "Sister Xinyue".

How can there be any heroism and responsibility of the Qingni Carp King?

Five women, big and small, discussed going to the Liuzhi River and playing for a few more days anyway.

Zhang Wenfeng declined the invitation of several people, he got together to say something, and returned to the sect alone, Wei Jingjie had already returned with Feng Qiyue in advance.

More than a month later, according to the information sent by Fan Chongfeng, Dongyue Daofang City has gathered nearly fifty fourth-level masters from the east and west continents, and has not launched an offensive yet, and is still preparing.

The soil protector had already rushed from the Duxian Islands to Dongyue Daofang City.

There was a Tier [-] cultivator in Nanyuan Continent. At the beginning of the conflict two years ago, when the two sides were fighting fiercely, Fang Bailan and the Tier [-] master named Qiu Wen fought a move. The quality of the opponent.

The two negotiated verbally and agreed that the fifth-level monks would not participate in the fight against the lower-level monks.

It can be regarded as mutual containment among masters, retaining a little dignity of the masters, and the possibility of future peace talks.

It is said that Qiu Wen is also a monk who was left in the lower realm more than 500 years ago. He only recovered his cultivation a few years ago, occupied a city, formed forces to take care of it, and lived in seclusion most of the time.

After Zhang Wenfeng flipped through the dossier, he asked a few more questions, and Fan Chongfeng answered them one by one.

After letting Lao Fan go down, Zhang Wenfeng continued to study the drawing of the "rune bone puppet". The records of this aspect were recorded in the ancient books of the Jihua Pavilion he got, and he just got a complete skeleton of a rare fourth-order martial artist, so he moved his mind. Forge a puppet.

He didn't dare to try to draw it casually. He first drew the shapes of the bones on the paper, familiarized with the succession and transformation of each rune, and tried his best to know it well.

Draw runes every day, practice chanting scriptures, practice swords by the stream, and spend half an hour going underground in caves to sacrifice bronze lamps.

After so many years of long-term persistence, he has been able to control the small world of the bronze lamp to expand more than [-] feet, covering the entire mountain depression.

During the period, at the invitation of Xinyue, he went to Lingcao Ridge, and sent the two sisters Xinyue and Xinxing to the secret realm near Guidan Valley, and agreed to come back to pick them up after three years.

Guidan Valley is a retreat and inheritance place opened by the ancestors of the three-tailed fox demon tribe in the secret territory, which can help Xin Xing who is about to advance.

From spring to summer, on this day, Zhang Wenfeng was looking carefully at the jade-made gold-spotted skull skeleton in the cave, considering the details of the pen-drawn symbols, and he had already memorized all the puppet symbols.

Suddenly You Mengchang's voice came: "Hey, Jade Bone Skull, what a good thing."

A black mist escaped from the water-gathering bead, and landed on the ground, turning into a youthful Yumengchang. He circled around the skeleton on the ground, and praised in his mouth: "Good method, the peeling is really clean, and the skeleton is complete. , without hurting the periosteum at all, such a beautiful handicraft has not been seen for thousands of years, I didn't expect Zhang Daoyou to be a fellow, an expert!"

Zhang Wenfeng didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he explained a few words casually, lest Lao Motou You misunderstand that the two of them are the same kind.

Yu Mengchang suddenly understood, and said: "The god who has no lower realm respects your merits and virtues, so he does not interfere with you, only collects the soul and flesh of the martial artist, and leaves a complete skeleton for you. Pay attention."

Smacking his mouth, You Mengchang showed a wretched expression of salivation, and said with a smile: "Zhang Daoyou, how about giving me this skeleton to refine a puppet? We made a few deals, but you still haven't cashed in."