Sovereign to Immortality

Outside the Xishan Village, the Xiu Xiu Shi Ling Zun, who is disdainful, will record a list of papers in his hand for flying ash.

"It seems that the deity is still going to try it in person!"

The spirit boy respected the body, and the white lotus flower at the foot condensed and went straight to the outside of the Xishan village.

Just as the time of the rise of the Spiritual Supreme Master, Su Baozhang and Yang Junping have already discovered the other side’s traces, seeing each other’s footsteps, and the clothes and specific hairstyles. Both of them know that they are coming to be monks. And it should be the equivalent of a real human being!

Outside the village, just at the moment when the spiritual boy stood still, there was thunder rolling in the air above the west hill, and the latter thunder suddenly fell from the fog on the west hill to the direction of the spirit child.

The sorcerer’s mouth snorted, but the look was a bit of a solemn color. In the mouth, Gao Sheng’s buddha was sung, and one hand pushed forward in front of him. A golden buddha began to gather in front of him, forming a flash of light. A golden yellow glass barrier with a strange light.

“噼啪” screamed, the glass barrier was densely cracked by the position in the thunder, and then several regular lines were extended outward, but the thunder was actually resisted.

"It really is worthy of being the most overbearing Raytheon of the Terran. This way of humanity is also very good, but it is nothing more than that. The Buddha's light glass that wants to break the deity is still inferior!"

The child boy's self-confident smile, walked through the large array of shields and walked toward the village.

In the moment when the body shape of the spirit child enters Xishan Village, the fog that has been shrouded in the top of Xishan Mountain for a long time has suddenly surged and began to spread in all directions, eventually shrouded the area covered by the entire five elements of Leiguang Baozhen. It looks like it is a maze completely covered by fog.

In a wilderness more than a hundred miles away from Mengyu County, the barbarian monk Shan Li looked at the burly monk dressed in a coarse clothed shirt with several patches on it. He asked: "The monk, why? The way to stop?"

The monks of the immigrants held the Buddha's ceremony and shook their bodies: "The barren Jiahui, the long-time barbarian mountain, the Taoist friend, the tribe totem cultivation is far superior to the same-order monks, and today I am going to ask for advice!"

That mountain "haha" smiled and said: "The fight is what I like most, but there are still some things in the body today, and you wait for a while, waiting for a village to be flattened, and then returning to When you are taller and lower, it seems that you are suffering from a pulse. I heard that although you have fewer people, you can play the most. It’s not like the seven wonderful ones. It’s long since you want to compete with you. ""

Jiahui smiled slightly and said: "Since the Taoist friends have had a lot of thoughts, it is better to hit the sun than to choose the day. Let's do a bad job, why bother to go, wait for people to pay attention."

Shan Li "嘿嘿" sneered, said: "Do not bully the old man has no mind, your fellow practitioners appear here to stop the road, how can it be so smart? It is not the trap in the village in front of it. Waiting for the soul boy? Although I don’t like the arrogance of the soul boy, I also know that you have a hardship and a subtle pulse.

Jiahui heard a glimpse of it, but he did not explain it. He just whispered a Buddha number and still stood in front of the mountain.

"But it is," he said, listening to the tone of the mountain. He said: "Since it is a trap, then the old man will not follow the past. It’s not good to get stuck in it. Come here, so let's do it. I have done one, since your monk is going to be a good thing, then it’s a good match for you to play against you!”

Jiahui has not responded yet, but he has seen the opposite side of the mountain. He has already shot four bones, but he saw a giant beast suddenly appearing. He opened his **** mouth and bite it toward the head of Jiahui.

Among the swamps, the Taize demon king still screamed with the trio of the real people, and the demon array shrouded in the demon nest was weakened by Yang Junshan, after the two monks of Zhang Yuming and Yan Dazhi. Under the attack, the weaker ones are more and more weak. However, the Taize demon king seems to have nothing to do with it. He still fights with three real people. The whole swamp is stirred up by the clouds, especially in the demon king. After being transformed into the original form of the body, the three people who could have prevailed in the wind and the real people, at this time, can only be at best **** with the demon king, barely entangled.

At this time, Yang Junshan, under the leadership of the Baoyuer, has already touched the cave house of Taize Yaowang.

However, just as the two of them stepped into the Dongfu, Yang Junshan suddenly smiled and said: "Little fish, your opponent is coming!"

Yang Junshan did not have the sound of a fisherman behind him. Yang Junshan knew that the Baoyuer had already discovered the other side’s trace. The battle between the two ghost monks was about to be staged.

Yang Junshan’s gaze suddenly looked at a stone pillar in front of the left side, and then a flash of cold light suddenly burst open there, and dozens of times in an instant, two black shadows appeared after the stone pillar, followed by Hidden and disappeared.

After a while, Yang Junshan suddenly turned and looked behind him. The two eyes looked at the corner of the entrance of Dongfu. The sharp whistling sounded directly to his gaze, and an exclamation came from there. A figure just started from there, a mountain rock has been cut through, followed by the Baoyu also flashed out of shape, chasing away to the hidden figure, and instantly separated from the scope of Yang Junshan's perception.

Yang Junshan did not catch up, but continued to walk toward the Dongfu, while observing everything around Dongfu, but found that it was extremely simple, there are many traces of moving on the ground, it is obvious that the original furnishings in Dongfu It has been moved, which further confirms Yang Junshan’s previous speculation. The Taize demon king has already learned about the siege of the two factions, and has already begun to talk about everything in the demon nest to other places, and in this demon nest. Zhong Ding has a dark passage to the outside world.

At this time, the Baoyuer suddenly came back from a passage in Dongfu, and shouted loudly: "Come on, I have found a treasure of Taize demon king!"

In the eyes of Yang Junshan, the cold frost flashed, and without a word, he took a palm to the oncoming fish.

"what--"

The fisherman screamed, and the figure had already reached more than ten feet, and the ground she had previously stood was cracked by an invisible cold man, and the whole cave was swayed. A sway.

"What are you doing, crazy? It's me!" The fisherman was angry and blamed.

Yang Junshan face Lu Xiaoxiao: "Fantasy? Unfortunately, the ability is still lower, I can't fool me!"

Yang Junshan’s wrists trembled, and a rope wraps around the body of a “fish”.

However, I saw a strange smile on the corner of the "Bao Yuer". When the "snake" was wrapped around, the whole person collapsed like a bubble, and the snake twisted around.

"Change the magical power?"

Yang Junshan sneered: "It’s worse than the hidden talent of the ghost family!"

However, he suddenly saw a bronze mirror in his hand, and shook it in front of him. The area of ​​the Dongfu Fangyuan was covered with the brilliance of the bronze mirror. It was suddenly on the stone edge of Yang Junshan. I exclaimed, but I saw that the stone edge suddenly moved like a living thing.

However, Yang Junshan is faster, and a longbow in his hand does not know when it has been opened. As the bowstring trembles, an arrow has been blasted into the stone ridge, and a cry is heard. It has disappeared. When Yang Junshan came to the front, he saw a wave of blood on the ground, but the monk monk had already lost his sight, apparently knowing that he had escaped.

Yang Junshan continued to move forward. At this time, he suddenly heard a sound of gold and iron symphony. This kind of voice was very strange. It often burst into a piece like a firecracker. Russia suddenly stopped, and then it exploded again. .

This is the typical method of fighting between the ghost monks. The moment of the face is the short-term explosion. After a blow, it quickly retreats and waits for the opportunity to move. Once again, there is a short burst of instant!

When Yang Junshan arrived, the life and death fight between the two ghost monks had reached the last moment, but it was the Baoyu who fell completely into the wind!

This made Yang Junshan slightly wrong. As far as he knows, once the ghost monk falls into the wind, he will turn around and sneak away. Yang Junshan heard the movement before, and thought that the fisherman did not fight with each other. It fell into the wind, and this came to help.

However, the fish in front of the eyes clearly fell into the wind, but they were not forced into the dead by the opponent. However, not only did they not retreat, but they also had some active entanglement and stalking. Was it said that the fish was called by him since childhood? Has it been accepted as a ghost by Hu Niu, has it forgotten the instinct of the ghost family?

"What are you doing, come over and help!"

Yang Junshan slaps his head, what the ghost instinct is, the squid is clearly because she still has a helper on the side, so it is unscrupulous!

Yang Junshan has not yet taken the shot, and the ghost monk will withdraw and retreat. He reacts very quickly, and immediately carries forward the ghost style. When he sees the other person, he will have to retreat.

It is a pity that Bao Baoer had already expected him to be like this, and under the cover of Yang Junshan, he could not hide his behavior.

Yang Junshan stepped on the ground, and there was a shadow of more than ten feet falling out of the void. The whole person looked like drunk.

At this time, a short scorpion was chased up like a sacrum, and it was straight into the back of the figure. The man’s body jerked stiffly, then fell to the ground and twitched, and the blood underneath was like The waterfall is generally flowing out.

The short-handed scorpion, like a dexterous fish, usually flicks in the air, and the blade has already scratched the throat of the ghost monk.

The figure of the fish was revealed not far away, but at this time the fish was full of joy, three steps and two steps to the ghost monk's body, opened his Fingers, took a ghost-like ghost device.