On both sides of the road, farmland stretches as far as the eye can see. It is the warm spring season, and layers of fresh green are rippling under the blue sky, giving the beauty of the south of the Yangtze River a hint of coolness. Www. QUanbEn-xIAoShUo. cO
The little rabbit demon monk Shan Juan's eyes were stern, and he looked around warily. His face was a little weak and pale, and there was blood seeping out from his chest and abdomen, which was dyed a shocking red in the golden Buddha light.
The people who had just survived the disaster have not yet come to their senses. No one dared to get out of the car. They looked outside in panic, wondering whether they were dreaming. Suddenly, a clear and long roar rippled from the end of the world. Several yellow figures, faster and more invisible than the breeze, flew between the fields, constantly changing their positions without stopping. Rush towards the little rabbit demon Shanju!
Looking at the blue sky and green fields, the yellow figure looked from a distance, like a butterfly wearing flowers, and said in a low voice: "Goose and Sheep Road!" His body was heavy and his limbs were weak, but his eyes were still sharp and he could see clearly. Understand that the enemies still far away are all Chicken Coop Taoist disciples in yellow robes.
There are nine people in total, three of them form an iron fork formation, and three iron fork formations are connected to form a Kyushu Gang.
Suddenly, there was a deafening roar, which cut off the old Taoists' long roars that penetrated the gold and cracked rocks like a razor. The little rabbit demon Shanjuan, who was originally feeling as if he was facing a powerful enemy, couldn't help but smile and glanced sideways at the man next to him. A big truck. The driver of the large truck turned pale and quickly raised his hand. The buzzing stopped suddenly... The driver was too frightened. I accidentally pressed the air horn.
Monk Shanjuan smiled kindly and shook his head at the driver who looked a little slovenly and wore gold-rimmed glasses. Comforting softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted angrily, raised his arms towards an eagle and soared into the sky, stretched out his five fingers in mid-air and grabbed it hard! Suddenly a dazzling bright light exploded, and a handle was hidden in the air. The flying sword that was slashing down at the large truck just now was firmly grasped by Shan Duan.
The momentum of the flying sword was extremely fierce. If Shan Judgment hadn't taken action in time, the large truck would have been sliced into two pieces by it! Shan Jue was also attacked by the true energy on the sword at the same time. With a muffled sound, the monk's robe fell into pieces. With his naked upper body exposed, Wen Leyang, who had been waiting for an opportunity in the taxi, was shocked at this time. He knew that Shan Juan was injured, but he never expected that he was so seriously injured!
Shan Juan's body was covered with hideous wounds, and the pale wounds were like the lips of a dead man. He weakly opened it to both sides, revealing the white bone stubble and dark red muscles in his body. The final wound was pierced under his ribs. Revealed from the side of the shoulder blade! If Shan Juan was just an ordinary person, such injuries would be enough to kill him three times.
Although the big and small rabbit demons are demon bodies. However, after being immersed in Buddhism for many years, I have already developed a compassionate heart. He is always unwilling to do things that hurt innocent people. Good judgment but completely ignored that he was seriously injured. He shouted angrily: "If you want to kill the monk, just do it, why hurt innocent people..." Before he finished speaking, the air beside him shook like water waves, the dazzling swordsmanship shone, and a flying sword suddenly flew up at an angle, He stabbed Shan Juan viciously.
Shan Duan roared repeatedly, his body kept shaking, and he dodged the sneak attack of the flying sword at the last moment. The first flying sword that slashed at the big truck was to lure the enemy, and the following flying swords were the killing moves.
The nine Goose and Sheep Taoists also came very quickly. Shan Duan just broke out of the surrounding area of Feijian. He fell into their Jiuzhou Gang Formation!
These Goeyang disciples are not too young. Some of them even had white beards. Look at the figure and the testimonies. It is not inferior to the old Taoist who was beaten to death by the Sanwei Demon Tao in the painting city. Obviously they are all very experienced masters in Eyang Road. His good judgment was not as quick as usual. Not even a single Buddhist magical power could be exerted. He just moved his body reluctantly. Escape the enemy's attack like a tidal wave. It didn't take long for the situation to become dangerous.
Monk Shuijing looked at him sternly for a while: "Monk Good Judgment is too seriously injured. He can't last long!" he said. He touched it from his arms. He picked up a strange-looking pistol. It was stuffed into Wen Leyang's hand.
Although the situation outside is extremely urgent. Wen Leyang was still shocked: "When... did you get the land?"
The shape of the Desert Eagle is very special. Wen Leyang had seen Le Yangtian playing around in the painting city. So the memory is profound.
Monk Shuijing grinned and said, "The old man stole it from the chimpanzee. Give it to me before we break up. Let me protect you carefully. Take it. Monk is gone!" After that. Suddenly he let out a thunderous roar!
Immediately there was a muffled sound of metal exploding, and the roof of the taxi was blown into the sky. Monk Shuijing raised his hand and released his golden chime, holding a string of magic beads in his hand and rushed towards the disciple Goose and Sheep. He shouted sternly: "The demon will die, the water mirror monk... ah!"
When the nine Taoists saw Monk Shui Jing running out, there was no trace of surprise on their faces, but the little rabbit demon Shan Duan was quite startled.
These Yiyang disciples are all junior disciples of the master in terms of seniority. They have exquisite Taoism and profound cultivation. Although they are not as prestigious as the five major Zen monasteries of the Great Mercy Temple, they are all unique masters in the path of cultivation, like Shui Jing. How could one hide his cultivation from others? As soon as the nine old Taoists rushed onto the road, they discovered that there was still a hermit hidden there, and they had been dedicating their efforts to guard against him.
The little rabbit demon Shan Duan was seriously injured and his true energy was scattered. He really didn't know that Shui Jing and Wen Leyang were also nearby.
Monk Shuijing jumped out, and before he finished saying the hyphen, he was greeted by someone's flying sword. In the midst of his busy schedule, he hurriedly protected the Buddhist beads in front of him. There was a muffled sound, and the Buddhist beads exploded into pieces. The monk became fat. His body somersaulted and flew away.
Wen Leyang, who was sitting in the convertible, managed to raise the Sand Eagle in his hand. Before he had time to shoot, an old Taoist priest shouted angrily, and his venomous eyes suddenly stared at him. Following the swordsmanship in front of him, Cang Ran appeared first. With a soft sound, the pistol was cut into two halves, and then the cunning and deadly brilliance stabbed towards his heart without stopping!
Wen Leyang's whole body was hard. It was difficult to even move, and there was no way to dodge. At the moment when the sword energy was so sharp that he had never felt it before, and it could cut into his chest, the poison of life and death lurking in his body suddenly exploded, causing his body to tremble without delay. He managed to avoid the vital point of his heart, and the flying sword pierced his shoulder, firmly connecting him to the car seat.
It wasn't until Wen Leyang screamed that the little rabbit demon Shanjuan realized that he was behind him. He roared with his eyes cracked open, and then looked up to the sky and spurted out a mouthful of blood. With one move of his palms, he pounced like a mad tiger towards the old man who had just taken action.
Shan Jue was seriously injured and already exhausted. He couldn't summon those powerful Buddhist magical powers at all. What he was fighting for now was just his own life!
The formation of Eyangdao was not messy at all. The old Taoist who had just injured Wen Leyang calmly defused Shan Juan's offensive. He sneered sinisterly: "Monk, are you in a hurry to die?" As he said this, he made a mistake in his steps and let his companion Received Shan Jue's crazy beating. He turned into a sharp iron fork formation and threw himself at the little rabbit demon from the side like lightning!
Shan's method was in disarray, and he didn't dodge at all. His fists and feet were filled with the final despair. He shouted angrily at Monk Shui Jing, who was roaring at him from a distance: "Take him away! Go quickly!"
The face of the old Taoist who had hurt Wen Leyang was full of contempt, and he sneered: "No one can leave!" As he spoke, he lightly patted Shan Juan's head with his palm. Several other veterans looked ecstatic, as if they had heard it. That muffled sound of skull cracking was so joyful and sweet!
But no one expected it. At the moment when Lao Dao's palm had been smeared with Shan Jue Tian Ling's vitals, Lao Dao suddenly screamed, and the fierce momentum that was swaying in the air suddenly softened, and his originally bright face turned into a gray color, boom With a sound, he fell straight down. Disciple Geyang was shocked. The formation saved him, but Monk Shanjuan had regret on his face. He almost broke the enemy's back with one foot.
The suddenly injured old Taoist, with the muscles on his face twitching in pain, pointed at Wen Leyang, who was stuck in the seat with a flying sword, gritted his teeth and screamed at his companions: "The little monster is causing trouble, kill, kill him!"
Wen Leyang was nailed to the seat and could not move at all. He was more puzzled than anyone else. He had no idea what bad thing he had done again. He only heard a few old Taoists roaring in unison, and then a row of flying swords were stabbed at him. down.
Shan Jue no longer needed the enemy to take action. Seeing that Wen Leyang was definitely unlucky, he furiously attacked all the injuries that he had been suppressing all over his body. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and he fell heavily to the ground and passed out.
Monk Shui Jing's howling like a lone wolf echoed between heaven and earth!
Under the angry roar, there was an eardrum-breaking whistle. The truck driver's eyes were red, and he grabbed the glasses off his face. The green stubble on his lips was full of anger and ferocity, and he howled and cursed the most unpleasant curse in the world. , slammed the accelerator, turned the front of the car and crashed into several Eyang Dao disciples. Who said mortals have no blood and generosity? The monk saved me, now I will avenge the monk!
Every time you kill a dog out of righteousness!
The sword energy is like frost, like lightning, and sharp enough to tear the sky! Still the same as before, the moment the sword force invaded the body, the poison of life and death arose violently, naturally driving Wen Leyang's body, and in a very small twitch, he managed to avoid the vital part.
Only at the moment when the flying sword was raised, the seriously injured old Taoist whispered one word: "Don't..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted. The other Taoists were so angry that they didn't hear him at all. say what…
He was able to dodge his vital points, but he couldn't dodge his body. There were fierce flying swords in front and behind, and they were nailed to Wen Leyang's body mercilessly, all of them missing their hilts...
The big truck roared, but no one of the few veterans moved. They stared coldly at the driver of the big truck who had just clumsily turned around and was slowly rushing towards him.
Seeing the big truck getting closer and closer, an old Taoist smiled, pinched the sword in his hand, and suddenly his face changed. Like the first Taoist priest, he turned into ashes, and his body became limp and he couldn't even stand. Unable to stand, not only him, but every master of the Goose and Sheep Road has now become like this. The big truck that originally looked no different from a docile silkworm baby in their eyes suddenly turned into a truck that roared all the way from eternity. The coming ancient iron beast!
There was a muffled sound and blood splattered, and the nine veterans didn't even know what was going on. In the roar of red and metal, his bones were broken and his muscles were broken. The light ones squirted blood and died, while the heavy ones simply turned into meat patties and meat paste.
The nine Goose and Sheep disciples formed a dense formation and competed vigorously with the large truck, but lost.
I don’t know whether the driver is very skilled or the monk is good at judgment. The large truck passed by his scalp, and then like a bowling ball, it smashed away the old Tao pins.
The moment of silence was particularly precious amid the series of heart-stirring events. After half a minute, a hysterical scream rang out. Everyone eagerly opened the door and ran back like a swarm of swarms.
The driver of the convertible taxi pulling Wen Leyang was thinking as he ran, his car... would the insurance company take care of it
Wen Leyang sat in the car like a puddle of mud. Although he had avoided the vital parts, the pain was almost unbearable. If he hadn't been worried about the safety of the little rabbit demon Shanjuan, he would have passed out by now. There are nine long swords stuck in his body. It looked a little bloated... Monk Shuijing was the first to rush to Wen Leyang, pricking his hands and not knowing what to do. Suddenly there was a clang, and a sword hilt fell off Wen Leyang. Only a small, blackened section of the sword remains...
Immediately, the clanging sound continued, and all the flying swords on Wen Leyang fell off by themselves. The powerful long sword had been corroded and very little was left.
Monk Shui Jing suddenly realized this, pointed at Wen Leyang and said dumbfounded: "You... are so poisonous!" Wen Leyang also knew that he was quite poisonous. But I never thought that those flying swords inserted into my body would be so poisonous. They were all corroded into scrap metal by the poison of life and death, the flying swords were destroyed, and the disciples of the Eyang Dao instantly dispersed their true energy and were seriously injured before being smashed head-on by a large truck.
Although Wen Leyang was in severe pain in his body, his mood was extremely comfortable. His face was twitching with laughter but he looked proud. He imitated Jifei and Shui Jing's usual tone and answered: "The fairy is poisonous!"
Monk Shuijing ran over and picked up Shan Juan, who was seriously injured and unconscious. He hurriedly fed the elixir. After carefully checking the injury, he grinned at Wen Leyang: "The injury is so serious that I won't be able to wake up for a while. I have to ask for help." The old rabbit demon takes action!"
Wen Leyang nodded reluctantly, and then asked in confusion: "Why are you laughing?"
"Everyone is not dead, of course we have to laugh!" the monk replied matter-of-factly.
Wen Leyang thought about it and felt that it was right. He asked the monk to take out Gu Xiaojun's business card from his arms. The monk dialed the number and held up his mobile phone. After the call was connected, Wen Leyang was about to speak, but Gu Xiaojun said hurriedly: "I have already Got it, I'll be there in a minute...be careful!"
Sure enough, after a while, Gu Xiaojun arrived with a motorcade, angrily jumping and cursing. It seemed that he had the impulse to drag Wen Leyang to be shot, but in the end he sent someone to bandage his wounds.
Although Wen Leyang was seriously injured, the injuries were harmless. They were all wounds that penetrated the skin and flesh. What surprised him slightly was that his own wounds were like Ning Jiao. The blood condensed into bright red jelly and did not splash or flow. , Wen Leyang thought to himself, in the future, he must be careful not to vomit blood when he is seriously injured, otherwise it would be embarrassing to spit out a piece of Xizhilang.
The people brought by Gu Xiaojun were all well-trained, and they were familiar with handling such a scene. No one was surprised or stunned at all. Everything was in order, and they quickly cleaned up the surroundings. It was only then that the driver of the large truck came to his senses and almost He fell from the cab. Shui Jingshang caught him with quick hands and eyes. He laughed loudly and gave him a thumbs up: "Good brother, I insist on getting it! What is your name? The monk handed you this friend!"
The driver had now regained consciousness. The angry tendons on his forehead had turned into lines of worry. He still smelled of alcohol. He shrank back with a hint of fear, avoided the monk's big hand, and replied with trembling lips: "Zhang...Zhang Xiaohua."
Immediately there were two Gu Xiaojuns: "Have you been drinking?"
The driver's smile was uglier than his tears: "You're a long-distance trucker. How can you drive if you don't drink... Where are my glasses?"
Gu Xiaojun found out what happened and sent a car to Wen Leyang. To his surprise, Gu Xiaojun found that the car he sent was not an Audi or a Hongqi, but a tattered Jinbei. The driver was a handsome man. The murderous big man looks like Xiang Yu, the overlord of Chu.
Wen Leyang, Shui Jing and the unconscious Shan Juan all got on the car, and Chu Bawang moved the car skillfully and started. Wen Leyang reluctantly stuck his head out and asked Gu Xiaojun: "Why do you always help me?"
Gu Xiaojun snorted. Two words burst out of his mouth: "Liu Xiang!"
Wen Leyang understood that it would be a disaster for Mr. Liu to return to the world. Although Gu Xiaojun said it lightly before, he still knew it in his heart. Since he can't take care of it, someone has to take care of it.
Although the car looked dilapidated, it was in excellent condition. It drove very fast along the way and finally arrived at the foot of Jiuding Mountain safely. The Wen family had already received the news. A large group of people came down to pick them up.
The four old men who had just returned to the mountain, the great monk Xi Sheng, Xiao Yi, and Chi Maojiu, as well as Mu Mu and the old rabbit demon Bu Lu, who had not yet recovered from their injuries, even stayed shamelessly in Wenjia Village. Gong Jiujiu, Wei Mo who can count, Feng Yu Caihong and others all came down the mountain to pick up the favor. It was quite depressing, and Wen Leyang was sideways now. Ah Dan couldn't pat his feet anymore.
A group of people carefully transported the wounded to the mountain. Wen Leyang did not leave home for long this time. After Wufu gathered in Wenjia Village, he went to Qilian Mountain Pinjin Nest, and then to Shanghai Beach. A series of experiences were ups and downs, and top masters who were no less inferior to Changli emerged one after another. There is also the agreement made by three strange people two thousand years ago, etc., etc., everything is incredible. Even though Wen Leyang has a peaceful mind, he is now mentally and physically exhausted. After seeing my relatives, I finally relaxed.
Uncle Wen Tunhai came up to Mr. Wen and whispered: "I have opened the mountain closure just now." The ban on Jiuding Mountain was completely destroyed the last time Master Qingniao of Jilong Road went up the mountain. During this period It was all restored by the Wen family's masters, and its power was even worse than before.
Mr. Wen nodded, waved his hand and shouted in a low voice: "Go back to the mountain!"
The masters of the dead names immediately spread out and stood guard for the others, but the fourth master snorted helplessly: "Forget it, no need!" Now the enemies of the Wen family are no longer like the dead names. It can be controlled by mortal means. If there is a sneak attack by an advanced monk, the ban may work, but the hidden stakes of the dead character cannot be pointed out at all.
The huge group of people and horses had just set foot on the road back to the mountain. Suddenly, there was a roaring sound in the whole mountain. The fourth master became furious and exhaled. His sharp and vicious voice almost pierced the sky: " What a bastard!"
The restrictions in the mountains and forests were suddenly triggered the moment everyone climbed the mountain! And none of the people actually knew where the enemy was hiding.
There was also a trace of surprise in the unhappy expression of the old rabbit demon. Not long ago, he fought the Weeping Buddha vigorously and almost exhausted his power. He has not yet fully recovered. He jumped up to Mr. Wen in a flash and whispered. : "The enemy is not a trivial matter. I haven't been able to see him until now. You escort Wen Leyang up the mountain immediately. I will break up the rear!"
The nineteen-year-old girl from Yizi Palace stood side by side with the old rabbit demon and said, "Juniors and seniors will advance and retreat together!" Like Monk Bule, she was seriously injured and has not yet recovered.
Two great monks, Shui Jing and Xizhi, and Feng Yu Caihong also jumped out at the same time. They were all monks. The enemy came unexpectedly and strangely, and it was definitely not something that a first-level mortal of the Wen family could deal with.
Nineteen has been very familiar with Feng Yu Caihong recently, and he cursed in a dumbfounded way: "Leave Caihong, Feng Yu will go back!" Although the seven fat guys were confused, their abilities were definitely not low. As for Wen Jiu and Wen Shisan, apart from the wrong punch There is no magical power outside of it.
The two silly uncles didn't know why but they actually listened to Nineteen's words, so they happily agreed and jumped back.
Ah Dan also stood up staggeringly, with a huge look on his face. He took off his felt hat and sunglasses and put his hands in his arms, making babbling gestures, and even took the time to pat his small breasts with his hands.
The elder was not polite at all. He nodded seriously to the monks who jumped out: "Please, everyone!" Then he waved his hand and shouted without any doubt: "Let's go!"
In the low murmur of the old rabbit demon's Zen singing, a faint Buddha's light bloomed, undulating gently like water, spreading up and down the Jiuding Mountain.
The great monk Xizhi's voice was as loud as thunder, and the auspicious clouds in the sky were getting thicker and thicker. Against the background of the Buddha's light from the old rabbit demon, the ferocious and angry image of Veda's protector was slowly transformed.
The small chime turned into a golden bell, and the clanging roar spread far and wide. Monk Shuijing suddenly tore off the rosary beads under his neck and threw them into the air. He shouted: "Sou Shan!" The rosary beads shook rapidly with a sharp whistle. Scattered away.
Nineteen bit her lip, her face still a little weak and innocent. A thin line of white hair condensed and turned into the shadow of a spear, stretched straight behind her, pointing straight to the sky with a bit of pride!
With a click, the sunglasses and felt hat all fell to the ground. Ah Dan was dumbfounded and stared blankly at the vision in front of him. He patted his chest twice as a habit and then stopped in silence...
The monks in Jiuding Mountain each showed their magical powers, but they still could not force out the shadow of the enemy. The vegetation on the mountain shook more and more fiercely, and the sound of turning leaves was like a roaring sea wave, constantly rushing into everyone's eardrums. , finally with a sharp sound of sky breaking, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and countless poisonous restrictions on Jiuding Mountain also exploded silently in this deathly silence! (To be continued, if you want to know what happened, please log on to Chapter 6 for more information, (Quanben Novel Website www.QUanbEn-xIAoShUo.com)