In the wilderness more than a hundred miles away from the county seat, the Buddhist Zen staff in Jiahui's hand was lifted upwards, and Shan Li was immediately lifted up involuntarily and fell to the ground.
Jiahui immediately stopped his hand, and Shan Li was not injured. He jumped up the moment he landed.
"I lost!"
Shan Li looked very unhappy, but he still said: "I will report to my superiors what you did to stop me today. It is inevitable that someone will find you guilty of seducing the indigenous people of the human race. I will say goodbye now!"
Jiahui clasped his hands together, Shan Li turned around and ran towards the north. On the way, he suddenly jumped up and jumped more than a hundred feet away. After a few ups and downs, he disappeared without a trace.
The crisis in Xishan Village was lifted, and the fog that filled the entire formation slowly shrank toward the top of Xishan Mountain. Although the three real people fought in darkness before, in fact, except for a dozen houses at the entrance of the village, the aftermath of the fight was It has not affected other places.
Yang Junhao, who had just transformed his cultivation technique into "Heartfire Red Lotus" and advanced to the real state for only half a month, naturally could not have accumulated as much time as Yang Tiangang. At the same time, he could use the extra Lingmulg King to stabilize his cultivation. However, Yang Junhao had this crimson wooden staff in his hand. After he advanced to the Real Realm, he refined this wooden staff with Sang Miner's instructions. Unexpectedly, this wooden staff could not only improve the Dantian but also improve the level of the body. The power of the fire can also completely stabilize the cultivation he just advanced.
At this time, Yang Junhao studied the crimson wooden staff in his hand. This object was obviously not a magic weapon, but it had a power that could not be matched by almost any magic weapon. This made Yang Junhao's immortality puzzling. In the end, it could only be attributed to this On top of the special material of the wooden staff, even Sang Chen'er himself didn't know what this wooden staff was.
At this moment, Yang Tiangang, who had previously gone out to hunt down the spiritual boy, returned to Xishan Village.
Yang Junhao was stunned and said happily: "Third uncle, have you killed that bald donkey?"
Yang Tiangang shook his head and said: "How can it be so easy? I only chased him for dozens of miles and then lost the trace of this person. After all, this person has a cultivation level equivalent to the Xuan Gang Realm. Even if he is severely injured by you and me together, I think It's not easy to catch up if you want to escape. "
At this time, Yang Junping and Su Baozhang also came down from the mountain. However, their faces looked a little pale, but their spirits were very high. Obviously, although it took a lot of energy from the two of them to control the operation of the formation before, they might be able to seriously injure one person. The foreign monks in the Xuangang Realm also made them excited.
"Dad, what should we do next?" Yang Junping's eyes flashed with uneasiness.
Yang Tiangang said in a deep voice: "Xiao Hao Shoujia, you two select fifteen warrior realm monks from the village to follow me to Wasteland Town. If Wasteland Town is safe, we will turn north to the county seat."
Yang Junhao was greatly disappointed and said: "Why is it me again..."
"County seat?" Su Baozhang was surprised and said: "Teacher, you mean... that the county seat may have fallen?"
Yang Tianggang nodded and said: "It would be best not to fall. However, the two towns of Huangqiu and Wilderness issued warnings one after another, and the county would at least have been surrounded. Otherwise, the foreign monks from the Xuangang Realm would not attack the county, but would make a special trip to Xishan Village. What's going on? In addition to checking the situation in Wasteland Town, I'm looking for opportunities to rescue the county. "
Yang Junping said excitedly: "Then we only have fifteen warrior-level monks, which is too few. I think we can recruit warrior-level monks from nearby villages along the way. In addition, the second uncle of Wasteland Town has at least
There are also ten warrior-realm monks. In this way, when we arrive at the county town, we will be able to gather at least nearly fifty warrior-realm monks. If the county town really falls, as long as the strength of the defenders is not as good as yours, we will fight back and regain the county town. It’s not impossible! "
Yang Tiangang glanced at Yang Junping and said, "Let's act according to the opportunity!"
Yang Junhao raised his hand and said: "Third uncle, take me with you. If we join forces, we can fight even if we encounter a Xuan Gang Realm monk again."
Yang Tiangang didn't even think about it and said, "No, the village cannot live without a real person in charge. What's more, you have only been able to advance to the real person realm for a short time and your cultivation still needs to be stable!"
Yang Junhao wanted to say that his cultivation had already been stabilized, but Yang Tiangang stopped talking to him about his plan and left first. Yang Junping patted his shoulder and looked excited. After leaving, Yang Junhao was left with a melancholy face, feeling that his hero was useless.
In Nanxuan Swamp, in the cave of Taize Demon King, Bao Yuer waved a pen-shaped magic weapon more than a foot long in his hand, with excitement on his face.
Yang Junshan smiled and said: "Isn't it just a middle-grade ghost weapon? Why are you so happy?"
Bao Yu'er rolled her eyes at him and said: "You are a well-fed man who doesn't know how hungry a man is. Who can be like you, carrying four spiritual weapons on your body?"
After a pause, Bao Yu'er continued: "What's more, this is a judge's pen. The ghost clan's inheritance has always been divided into two types. The book of life and death records the cultivation inheritance, and the judge's notebook records the inheritance of magical powers. My cultivation inheritance has been there for a long time, but there is no The inheritance of magical powers that matches the current level of cultivation. If my prediction is correct, this judge’s pen contains a ghost clan’s magical power!”
As she spoke, a light ink-colored luster oozed from Bao Yu'er's hand, and the Judge's Pen began to tremble slightly in her hand. The moment Bao Yu'er completely refined the ghost weapon, the Judge's Pen rose into the air on its own, As if being held by an invisible hand, it was waved in the air, and strange black writing appeared in the air, and then began to evaporate slowly.
Bao Yu'er could not turn his eyes away and memorized every black handwriting that appeared in his heart. A total of about five thousand ghost words appeared before and after evaporating and dissipating. After the judge's pen stopped writing, the last handwriting slowly appeared in the air. Dissipated, the judge's pen fell into Bao Yu'er's hand, and Bao Yu'er closed his eyes at this time and muttered something in his mouth, as if he was reciting the ghost clan inheritance that appeared in mid-air earlier.
Yang Junshan stood quietly aside to protect her. After about a cup of tea, Bao Yuer opened his eyes again, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Yang Junshan asked: "How is it? Have you written everything down?"
Bao Yu'er nodded and said: "I've written it down, the magical power of 'Thousands of Ghost Shadows'. The ghost cultivator just now must have never practiced this magical power, otherwise I would have been killed by him long ago. Even if you took action in time, He can also escape unscathed. Whether it is killing people or escaping, this magical power is a rare and superior one."