"Dong dong dong—"
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
On the side, the girl screamed, her face turned pale, and the boy chanted the incantation in his mouth, gritting his teeth to fight against the invasion of ghost energy outside.
There was a knock on the door of the temple, but no one spoke, only low and hoarse whimpering. The knocks came one after another, accompanied by the scratching sounds from the edge windows, which made people feel nervous. It seemed that there was already someone outside. A lot of ghosts have accumulated. At this time, the dark wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the torn paper at the window to make a low whistle, like someone crying.
"Master!"
"Yes, Master!"
"Tell me what happened here."
"The Ling Gang Realm is really not enough to see!"
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
"Master!"
"snort!"
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
The old monk frowned and said: "Stay calm and use the Qingxin Dharma Secret taught to you by Master to fight against mental vacillation."
…
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
The sleeping boy and girl both woke up. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the door in the distance with a look of panic.
"old man."
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
"A bunch of villains!"
Song Ling's face was livid, and he cupped his hands again, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the statue.
"Uh-huh!"
"okay."
The old monk frowned and said: "Stay calm and use the Qingxin Dharma Secret taught to you by Master to fight against mental vacillation."
I want to do something, but what can I do
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Originally I just wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out about the assassination of the dragon knight, but now that I have met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei, it seems that I have been involuntarily involved in this quagmire. Well, now that the cause and effect has been sown, it doesn’t seem like my style not to do anything. Moreover, Master Xiao Chen also said that it is of great benefit to me to sharpen my mind here. If this is the case, then make a fuss. A good match!
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, then fight, be happy! Anyway, fight sooner or later, sooner or later you have to fight!"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
…
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
"Yes, Master!"
…
"Uh-huh!"
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
"Peng—"
When Xiao Jingyu retreated, I appeared behind him with a shadow leap, held his back with one hand, and said with a smile: "I'll just say your swordsmanship is like embroidering pillows, do you accept it?"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.
"The Ling Gang Realm is really not enough to see!"
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
"Get lost."
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
At this moment, the temple door was pushed open with a "squeak". It was dark outside, and only two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen. It seemed that an adult was holding a child. The adult's head was missing, only It was just a body, and the child was holding a lantern with two blood-red lights in his hand, standing at the door. The child said in a sad voice: "You... you... have you seen my mother's head?" "
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.
"A bunch of villains!"
The sleeping boy and girl both woke up. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at the door in the distance with a look of panic.
I looked up at the mountain god statue and couldn't help but laugh. I was so high and mighty, but what's the use
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
"Be bold!"
The wind picked up, and the brilliance of the bonfire blew, suddenly illuminating the place in front of the door. There, there was a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a child with a ferocious look. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looked at us seductively.
"Dong dong dong—"
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
…
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
The old monk shouted low, formed seals with his hands, and the golden energy overflowed, and shouted: "I am waiting for the monks on the mountain to come down, just to conquer the demons. If you have any means, feel free to do it!"
"Jiang Yunzhou, get out!"
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
"ah… "
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
"Be bold!"
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
The old monk stood up majestically and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to take people's lives and find someone to be a scapegoat?"
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
"Tell me what happened here."
On the side, the girl screamed, her face turned pale, and the boy chanted the incantation in his mouth, gritting his teeth to fight against the invasion of ghost energy outside.
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
"Get lost."
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
I want to do something, but what can I do
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
"You two fierce ghosts!"
Song Ling gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could die to apologize, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."
Song Ling gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could die to apologize, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."
The old monk stood up majestically and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to take people's lives and find someone to be a scapegoat?"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
"Appeal?"
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
There was a knock on the door of the temple, but no one spoke, only low and hoarse whimpering. The knocks came one after another, accompanied by the scratching sounds from the edge windows, which made people feel nervous. It seemed that there was already someone outside. A lot of ghosts have accumulated. At this time, the dark wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the torn paper at the window to make a low whistle, like someone crying.
"knew."
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
"snort!"
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
The former mountain god said eloquently: "In the past, I, Song Ling, was also a mountain god who built a golden body and gained literary fortune. However, this ancient battlefield was not originally called an ancient battlefield. It has beautiful mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles. , is the southeastern corner of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times, a place of outstanding people and places. Unfortunately, it later became a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn into pieces, the country was cut off, and the cultural and military fortunes were all lost. And we This mountain god who sits in Nanyue of the Daduan Dynasty has only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost is too strong. Zhou Li's sword directly broke my golden body back then, and Jiang Yunzhou was more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eating away at my golden body. The body is so incense that even today, I, the mountain god of Yingfeng Mountain, can no longer fight against some ordinary ghosts. I can only hide in the statue and live in panic all day long, waiting for the day when the statue will collapse and my body will die. "
"Uh-huh!"
"Peng—"
Song Ling's face was livid, and he cupped his hands again, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the statue.
"old man."
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, then fight, be happy! Anyway, fight sooner or later, sooner or later you have to fight!"
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
"Uh-huh!"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
"Appeal?"
I want to do something, but what can I do
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
Xiao Jingyu is not a good-tempered person. At the same time, he said to me in his heart: "Master Immortal, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There is not just one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but many. Even Jiang Yunzhou may be here. I have been practicing with the immortal master for the past few days, and thanks to the immortal master's character, I also want to be a hero, but I don't think I can last long."
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
"A bunch of villains!"
"Be bold!"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
The old monk shouted low, formed seals with his hands, and the golden energy overflowed, and shouted: "I am waiting for the monks on the mountain to come down, just to conquer the demons. If you have any means, feel free to do it!"
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
The old monk shouted low, formed seals with his hands, and the golden energy overflowed, and shouted: "I am waiting for the monks on the mountain to come down, just to conquer the demons. If you have any means, feel free to do it!"
"knew."
"knew."
"ah… "
Song Ling's face was livid, and he cupped his hands again, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the statue.
"Uh-huh!"
…
Both palms were pushed out together, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claws. The bone claws shattered, and the old monk was also shocked back again and again. Just when his body was not stable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. The message came out and turned into a palm that was stamped hard on his chest.
…
On the side, the girl screamed, her face turned pale, and the boy chanted the incantation in his mouth, gritting his teeth to fight against the invasion of ghost energy outside.
"Peng—"
Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
I looked up at the mountain god statue and couldn't help but laugh. I was so high and mighty, but what's the use
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
He looked guilty: "What the Immortal Master taught me is that... I can't help myself."
I looked up at the mountain god statue and couldn't help but laugh. I was so high and mighty, but what's the use
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
"old man."
In the rain, a low and hoarse voice came: "Your two disciples, what a pair of golden boys and girls, are both a pair of fine ghost weapon embryos. Hand over these two disciples to me as a cauldron, otherwise , you can’t even hope to walk out of this deserted temple alive, this business is good, anyway, these two disciples were the ones you tricked up the mountain from their parents at the bottom of the mountain."
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
At this moment, the temple door was pushed open with a "squeak". It was dark outside, and only two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen. It seemed that an adult was holding a child. The adult's head was missing, only It was just a body, and the child was holding a lantern with two blood-red lights in his hand, standing at the door. The child said in a sad voice: "You... you... have you seen my mother's head?" "
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
I want to do something, but what can I do
I want to do something, but what can I do
In the rain, a low and hoarse voice came: "Your two disciples, what a pair of golden boys and girls, are both a pair of fine ghost weapon embryos. Hand over these two disciples to me as a cauldron, otherwise , you can’t even hope to walk out of this deserted temple alive, this business is good, anyway, these two disciples were the ones you tricked up the mountain from their parents at the bottom of the mountain."
…
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
"Don't even think about it!"
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
I looked up at the mountain god statue and couldn't help but laugh. I was so high and mighty, but what's the use
"It doesn't matter, just fight."
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
…
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
"Be bold!"
"It's a mere Linggang realm, but the tone is quite impressive."
…
Xiao Jingyu is not a good-tempered person. At the same time, he said to me in his heart: "Master Immortal, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There is not just one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but many. Even Jiang Yunzhou may be here. I have been practicing with the immortal master for the past few days, and thanks to the immortal master's character, I also want to be a hero, but I don't think I can last long."
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
"Appeal?"
Both palms were pushed out together, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claws. The bone claws shattered, and the old monk was also shocked back again and again. Just when his body was not stable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. The message came out and turned into a palm that was stamped hard on his chest.
Song Ling gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could die to apologize, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
…
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
"The Ling Gang Realm is really not enough to see!"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
"Yes, I obey!"
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
"Pity is pity."
When Xiao Jingyu retreated, I appeared behind him with a shadow leap, held his back with one hand, and said with a smile: "I'll just say your swordsmanship is like embroidering pillows, do you accept it?"
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
"snort!"
…
"It's a mere Linggang realm, but the tone is quite impressive."
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
"Yes, Master!"
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
…
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
At this moment, the temple door was pushed open with a "squeak". It was dark outside, and only two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen. It seemed that an adult was holding a child. The adult's head was missing, only It was just a body, and the child was holding a lantern with two blood-red lights in his hand, standing at the door. The child said in a sad voice: "You... you... have you seen my mother's head?" "
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
He flattered him again and again: "The immortal master has a foresight and a clear eye for fire. I am convinced!"
Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
"knew."
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
…
Xiao Jingyu is not a good-tempered person. At the same time, he said to me in his heart: "Master Immortal, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There is not just one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but many. Even Jiang Yunzhou may be here. I have been practicing with the immortal master for the past few days, and thanks to the immortal master's character, I also want to be a hero, but I don't think I can last long."
In the rain, a low and hoarse voice came: "Your two disciples, what a pair of golden boys and girls, are both a pair of fine ghost weapon embryos. Hand over these two disciples to me as a cauldron, otherwise , you can’t even hope to walk out of this deserted temple alive, this business is good, anyway, these two disciples were the ones you tricked up the mountain from their parents at the bottom of the mountain."
"Master!"
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
"Uh-huh!"
"Master!"
"It doesn't matter, just fight."
"Pity is pity."
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
"Jiang Yunzhou, get out!"
…
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
"Yes, I obey!"
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, then fight, be happy! Anyway, fight sooner or later, sooner or later you have to fight!"
Both palms were pushed out together, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claws. The bone claws shattered, and the old monk was also shocked back again and again. Just when his body was not stable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. The message came out and turned into a palm that was stamped hard on his chest.
"okay."
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
"okay."
"Tell me what happened here."
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
…
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
"A bunch of villains!"
The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and pulled out a hidden sword. It was the weapon that attacked me in the first place. The sword was so awe-inspiring that he was actually a sword cultivator. The moment he drew his sword, there were streaks of swords in the rain outside. The green spear points kept piercing Xiao Jingyu, and the latter moved the green spear points away one by one with a set of swordsmanship that looked very elegant.
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
"okay."
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
"Be bold!"
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
"Yes, Master!"
"Get lost."
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
"Be bold!"
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
"okay."
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
The old monk stood up majestically and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to take people's lives and find someone to be a scapegoat?"
He flattered him again and again: "The immortal master has a foresight and a clear eye for fire. I am convinced!"
The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and pulled out a hidden sword. It was the weapon that attacked me in the first place. The sword was so awe-inspiring that he was actually a sword cultivator. The moment he drew his sword, there were streaks of swords in the rain outside. The green spear points kept piercing Xiao Jingyu, and the latter moved the green spear points away one by one with a set of swordsmanship that looked very elegant.
While Xiao Jingyu was fiercely fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the statue of the mountain god. This place was full of cobwebs and no one had visited it for an unknown period of time. So I walked to the window and stood lightly with one foot. Stomping on the ground, he said calmly: "Come out?"
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
"Jiang Yunzhou, get out!"
I want to do something, but what can I do
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
"Pity is pity."
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
"knew."
"A bunch of villains!"
He looked guilty: "What the Immortal Master taught me is that... I can't help myself."
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
…
"Appeal?"
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
"Peng—"
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
"Tell me what happened here."
"The Ling Gang Realm is really not enough to see!"
"Master!"
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
"Yes, Master!"
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
"Yes, Master!"
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
He looked guilty: "What the Immortal Master taught me is that... I can't help myself."
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
"old man."
"Tell me what happened here."
…
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
"snort!"
…
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
Xiao Jingyu is not a good-tempered person. At the same time, he said to me in his heart: "Master Immortal, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There is not just one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but many. Even Jiang Yunzhou may be here. I have been practicing with the immortal master for the past few days, and thanks to the immortal master's character, I also want to be a hero, but I don't think I can last long."
The wind picked up, and the brilliance of the bonfire blew, suddenly illuminating the place in front of the door. There, there was a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a child with a ferocious look. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looked at us seductively.
The former mountain god said eloquently: "In the past, I, Song Ling, was also a mountain god who built a golden body and gained literary fortune. However, this ancient battlefield was not originally called an ancient battlefield. It has beautiful mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles. , is the southeastern corner of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times, a place of outstanding people and places. Unfortunately, it later became a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn into pieces, the country was cut off, and the cultural and military fortunes were all lost. And we This mountain god who sits in Nanyue of the Daduan Dynasty has only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost is too strong. Zhou Li's sword directly broke my golden body back then, and Jiang Yunzhou was more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eating away at my golden body. The body is so incense that even today, I, the mountain god of Yingfeng Mountain, can no longer fight against some ordinary ghosts. I can only hide in the statue and live in panic all day long, waiting for the day when the statue will collapse and my body will die. "
"Appeal?"
Song Ling's face was livid, and he cupped his hands again, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the statue.
"Pity is pity."
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
The wind picked up, and the brilliance of the bonfire blew, suddenly illuminating the place in front of the door. There, there was a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a child with a ferocious look. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looked at us seductively.
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
"Old guy, you still have some tricks up your sleeve."
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
"Tell me what happened here."
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
Song Ling gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could die to apologize, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."
At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you are a piece of trash with a golden body and a body of clay. You will die sooner or later. I will help you!"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
"knew."
"Get lost."
There was a knock on the door of the temple, but no one spoke, only low and hoarse whimpering. The knocks came one after another, accompanied by the scratching sounds from the edge windows, which made people feel nervous. It seemed that there was already someone outside. A lot of ghosts have accumulated. At this time, the dark wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the torn paper at the window to make a low whistle, like someone crying.
"knew."
Both palms were pushed out together, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claws. The bone claws shattered, and the old monk was also shocked back again and again. Just when his body was not stable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. The message came out and turned into a palm that was stamped hard on his chest.
The wind picked up, and the brilliance of the bonfire blew, suddenly illuminating the place in front of the door. There, there was a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a child with a ferocious look. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looked at us seductively.
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
In the rain, a low and hoarse voice came: "Your two disciples, what a pair of golden boys and girls, are both a pair of fine ghost weapon embryos. Hand over these two disciples to me as a cauldron, otherwise , you can’t even hope to walk out of this deserted temple alive, this business is good, anyway, these two disciples were the ones you tricked up the mountain from their parents at the bottom of the mountain."
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
"Don't even think about it!"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
Song Ling's face was livid, and he cupped his hands again, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the statue.
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
…
The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I didn't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of the Immortal Realm!"
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
…
At this moment, the temple door was pushed open with a "squeak". It was dark outside, and only two figures, one large and one small, could be vaguely seen. It seemed that an adult was holding a child. The adult's head was missing, only It was just a body, and the child was holding a lantern with two blood-red lights in his hand, standing at the door. The child said in a sad voice: "You... you... have you seen my mother's head?" "
"Tell me what happened here."
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
The old monk stood up majestically and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to take people's lives and find someone to be a scapegoat?"
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
He looked guilty: "What the Immortal Master taught me is that... I can't help myself."
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Originally I just wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out about the assassination of the dragon knight, but now that I have met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei, it seems that I have been involuntarily involved in this quagmire. Well, now that the cause and effect has been sown, it doesn’t seem like my style not to do anything. Moreover, Master Xiao Chen also said that it is of great benefit to me to sharpen my mind here. If this is the case, then make a fuss. A good match!
Xiao Jingyu is not a good-tempered person. At the same time, he said to me in his heart: "Master Immortal, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There is not just one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but many. Even Jiang Yunzhou may be here. I have been practicing with the immortal master for the past few days, and thanks to the immortal master's character, I also want to be a hero, but I don't think I can last long."
"Be bold!"
"The Ling Gang Realm is really not enough to see!"
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
I want to do something, but what can I do
"Don't even think about it!"
I want to do something, but what can I do
"Peng—"
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Originally I just wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out about the assassination of the dragon knight, but now that I have met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei, it seems that I have been involuntarily involved in this quagmire. Well, now that the cause and effect has been sown, it doesn’t seem like my style not to do anything. Moreover, Master Xiao Chen also said that it is of great benefit to me to sharpen my mind here. If this is the case, then make a fuss. A good match!
In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to give away the white-haired man to the black-haired man?"
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
"knew."
The boy and the girl sat together and muttered something.
"knew."
Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.
I looked up at the mountain god statue and couldn't help but laugh. I was so high and mighty, but what's the use
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
I want to do something, but what can I do
As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out with a palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring. Suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of the two fierce ghosts in front of him, one large and one small, as easily as crushing ants.
"knew."
The wind picked up, and the brilliance of the bonfire blew, suddenly illuminating the place in front of the door. There, there was a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a child with a ferocious look. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looked at us seductively.
"Yes, Master!"
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
…
…
"Yes, Master!"
…
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
The old monk fell directly, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain god statue behind him. The young and girls rushed over and helped the old monk eagerly.
Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain god statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a green shirt. There were strands of tattered golden lines on his body. Those were the traces after the golden body was broken. He gently cupped his fists and said: "Immortal Master's order, what do you want to ask for?"
Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
At this time, without me saying anything, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out. He didn’t have the fire fan in his hand, so he raised his hand to hold it empty, and just shook his empty hand. He still had a somewhat handsome and magnanimous demeanor, just standing like this as an old monk. In front of the two disciples, he smiled and said: "Come on, come on, the Linggang realm is really not enough to see. My early stage of the Dongxu realm should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"
"ah… "
"Uh-huh!"
"knew."
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
…
When Xiao Jingyu retreated, I appeared behind him with a shadow leap, held his back with one hand, and said with a smile: "I'll just say your swordsmanship is like embroidering pillows, do you accept it?"
"snort!"
"okay."
"Yes, I obey!"
"Uh-huh!"
At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you are a piece of trash with a golden body and a body of clay. You will die sooner or later. I will help you!"
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
Song Ling gritted his teeth, clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could die to apologize, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."
The old monk frowned and said: "Stay calm and use the Qingxin Dharma Secret taught to you by Master to fight against mental vacillation."
He flattered him again and again: "The immortal master has a foresight and a clear eye for fire. I am convinced!"
"A bunch of villains!"
"Yes, I obey!"
He flattered him again and again: "The immortal master has a foresight and a clear eye for fire. I am convinced!"
I couldn't help but curse in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are only good but useless..."
He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to offer incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song Dynasty Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation would dissipate and turn into nothingness.
I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You, a useless mountain god, really have nothing for me to appeal to."
When Xiao Jingyu retreated, I appeared behind him with a shadow leap, held his back with one hand, and said with a smile: "I'll just say your swordsmanship is like embroidering pillows, do you accept it?"
"You're thinking too much, get out of here."
"Get lost."
The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and pulled out a hidden sword. It was the weapon that attacked me in the first place. The sword was so awe-inspiring that he was actually a sword cultivator. The moment he drew his sword, there were streaks of swords in the rain outside. The green spear points kept piercing Xiao Jingyu, and the latter moved the green spear points away one by one with a set of swordsmanship that looked very elegant.
…
I want to do something, but what can I do
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
"Uh-huh!"
I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
I grabbed his collar and threw him to Nan Fei. Then I raised my head suddenly and felt a huge force falling from the sky with a strong breath. The next moment, a bloodstained white bone arm penetrated the roof of the mountain temple. It hit the mountain god statue like this.
The old monk frowned and said: "Stay calm and use the Qingxin Dharma Secret taught to you by Master to fight against mental vacillation."
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
The former mountain god said eloquently: "In the past, I, Song Ling, was also a mountain god who built a golden body and gained literary fortune. However, this ancient battlefield was not originally called an ancient battlefield. It has beautiful mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles. , is the southeastern corner of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times, a place of outstanding people and places. Unfortunately, it later became a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn into pieces, the country was cut off, and the cultural and military fortunes were all lost. And we This mountain god who sits in Nanyue of the Daduan Dynasty has only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost is too strong. Zhou Li's sword directly broke my golden body back then, and Jiang Yunzhou was more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eating away at my golden body. The body is so incense that even today, I, the mountain god of Yingfeng Mountain, can no longer fight against some ordinary ghosts. I can only hide in the statue and live in panic all day long, waiting for the day when the statue will collapse and my body will die. "
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.
"snort!"
At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you are a piece of trash with a golden body and a body of clay. You will die sooner or later. I will help you!"
At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him cut off the green spear tips flying from outside, but unexpectedly, just when he had exhausted all the remaining power of his sword, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to guard against it. , was hit directly, and his body fell towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be broken into pieces.
The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and pulled out a hidden sword. It was the weapon that attacked me in the first place. The sword was so awe-inspiring that he was actually a sword cultivator. The moment he drew his sword, there were streaks of swords in the rain outside. The green spear points kept piercing Xiao Jingyu, and the latter moved the green spear points away one by one with a set of swordsmanship that looked very elegant.
"old man."
I squinted my eyes and even smiled.
I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, then fight, be happy! Anyway, fight sooner or later, sooner or later you have to fight!"
"Yes, Master!"
At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you are a piece of trash with a golden body and a body of clay. You will die sooner or later. I will help you!"
In the night, suddenly a bloody bone claw pierced through the wind and went straight to the old monk's chest.
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
I want to do something, but what can I do
"Get lost."
"Yes, I obey!"
The old monk was so anxious that he stood up holding the base of the mountain god statue and said: "As long as I am still breathing, you, the evil obstacle, will never try to trick them!"
The former mountain god said eloquently: "In the past, I, Song Ling, was also a mountain god who built a golden body and gained literary fortune. However, this ancient battlefield was not originally called an ancient battlefield. It has beautiful mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles. , is the southeastern corner of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times, a place of outstanding people and places. Unfortunately, it later became a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn into pieces, the country was cut off, and the cultural and military fortunes were all lost. And we This mountain god who sits in Nanyue of the Daduan Dynasty has only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost is too strong. Zhou Li's sword directly broke my golden body back then, and Jiang Yunzhou was more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eating away at my golden body. The body is so incense that even today, I, the mountain god of Yingfeng Mountain, can no longer fight against some ordinary ghosts. I can only hide in the statue and live in panic all day long, waiting for the day when the statue will collapse and my body will die. "
"Uh-huh!"
"Be bold!"
"old man."
On the side, the girl screamed, her face turned pale, and the boy chanted the incantation in his mouth, gritting his teeth to fight against the invasion of ghost energy outside.
I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
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I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
"Appeal?"
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The old monk stood up majestically and said calmly: "What are you doing here? Are you trying to take people's lives and find someone to be a scapegoat?"
"Jiang Yunzhou, get out!"
"You two fierce ghosts!"
Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.
When I thought of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. Originally I just wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out about the assassination of the dragon knight, but now that I have met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei, it seems that I have been involuntarily involved in this quagmire. Well, now that the cause and effect has been sown, it doesn’t seem like my style not to do anything. Moreover, Master Xiao Chen also said that it is of great benefit to me to sharpen my mind here. If this is the case, then make a fuss. A good match!
"Yes, Immortal Master!"
Suddenly, the expressions of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.
Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "The Immortal Master's lesson is correct. I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, are still alive, the Immortal Master will not hesitate to teach me and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."
"It doesn't matter, just fight."
"Fight or not, get out of here!"
I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, then fight, be happy! Anyway, fight sooner or later, sooner or later you have to fight!"
Both palms were pushed out together, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claws. The bone claws shattered, and the old monk was also shocked back again and again. Just when his body was not stable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. The message came out and turned into a palm that was stamped hard on his chest.
At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you are a piece of trash with a golden body and a body of clay. You will die sooner or later. I will help you!"
"Yes, I obey!"
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There was a knock on the door of the temple, but no one spoke, only low and hoarse whimpering. The knocks came one after another, accompanied by the scratching sounds from the edge windows, which made people feel nervous. It seemed that there was already someone outside. A lot of ghosts have accumulated. At this time, the dark wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the torn paper at the window to make a low whistle, like someone crying.
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I pursed my lips and said: "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. Ghosts are everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness in the world has almost been eliminated here. , don’t you, Song Ling, feel guilty?”
In the air, the rain was stopped by my hard kick, and a chuckling voice came: "Tsk, tsk, Master Lu Xian, Master Lu Xian, you have such a bad temper, such good cultivation, and that handsome appearance." Such a face, sister, I really want to like you."
I jumped up, took a breath of the Holy Qi of the Immortal Realm, and suddenly kicked it upwards. The majestic Holy Qi rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones of the arms in the air into slag, and even smashed the entire hall. The top of it was also kicked into powder, and there was nothing left to fall on.
"Get lost."
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