Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Under the mountain, all the disciples retreated to the bottom of the mountain gate, shrunk together and defended together.

The figure of the wind flashed and it rushed straight.

All the people took the shot together, and the instruments in their hands released the aura, intertwined into a spiritual enchantment, and the wind was pressed against the road.

Although a single hands-on, it is a face-to-face thing for the Taoist style, but after all, it is a good master of the magical world, together with the practice, the enchantment is still somewhat powerful.

The wind and the shadows did not move, and the mind was in the mind. The five dynasties automatically assembled, supporting the enchantment and consuming each other.

"The road is dead!"

A young Daogu jumped out of the crowd and recited a curse, hitting the dust from top to bottom.

This way, the wind raised his hand and shot a jade symbol, which was attached to the dust and instantly blocked the spiritual power.

Daogu was shocked and hurriedly cursed the seal. The dust changed several kinds of printing methods in an instant, but it was impossible to uncover the seal of Yufu. It was panicking, and the wind and fingers slammed and said: "Broken!"

The jade symbol cracked open, the purple gas shot, and the Daogu Lian people took the dust together and flew out.

"Ah!" Daogu screamed out of control, and suddenly a soft thing held her from under her body, stopped the castration, and pulled back.

Daogu looked down and saw that the wind had a large sleeve.

Pulling her back into her arms and raising her right hand, like the conductor of the performance, the right hand stroked an inconsistency in the air, hit it out, spurred the spirit of the Five Dynasties, instantly opened the enchantment, released the aunt, people From the cracks in the enchantment, I quickly passed through.

Everyone came back to God, got up and chased, and the wind suddenly turned back, and there was an emerald green instrument in his hand: hitting the whip!

Wielding hard, picking up a horrible yin, will be the first row of Masters to fly, and squatting in the back row of people, one by one twisted and fell.

The Tao Gu, who was caught and laid down by the wind, looked at the piece that fell to the ground in front of him and looked at the back of the wind. He suddenly shouted: "Dao Feng, my name is Liu Chang, and my brother is Qi Yunshan!"

The road did not turn back and flew on the mountain road.

On the top of the mountain, the Tianshang Master personally hit the clock, and the rhythm is very urgent. This is the secret code that was previously agreed: once the wind goes up the mountain, it immediately changes, and it is changed to attack and prevent the wind from going up the mountain.

Keeping in the first place is the Jingsi Shitai three sisters.

The three hands each hold a golden leaf, standing in a figure-shaped form, already waiting for the wind.

Jing Hui Shi looked at the wind too, and folded his hands together and said: "It's a good child, the wind, although it is useless, the poor Nepal still wants to persuade you, the sea is boundless, and the back is the shore."

The corner of the road wind floated a smile of evil spirits and said: "Since the bitter sea is boundless, who knows that the shore must be behind?"

Jing Hui Shi was too embarrassed, said: "I have always come, the place to go, the shore is naturally behind."

Daofengdao: "Isn't Buddha talking about ferry? If I go to the other side, I just need to move forward. Why do I have to turn back?"

Kai Hui Shi rushed and replied: "The other side is in the heart, enlightenment, and realize that it is actually oneself. If you want to cross, you naturally need to return to the source. Where is there no me, why is there any difference?"

On the face of the road, there was a serious expression on his face, and he nodded slowly. He said: "It also makes sense, but the cause and effect are too deep to be able to look back."

Jing Hui Shi sighed a lot, and the hands of the tenth were suddenly unfolded. The golden eye of the eyebrows flew out in the hand, and the other two teachers also shot together, three pieces of Emei gold leaves, instantly turned into countless, driven by a hurricane. A storm formed and wrapped the wind in the middle.

With the turning of countless golden leaves, the golden light is connected into one piece, rising into the sky, straightening the eyes of the people, and the figure of the wind has been completely invisible.

Ye Shaoyang and Yan Lengyu tightened their hands and watched it nervously.

The storm lasted for about half a minute, suddenly swayed violently, and gradually no longer controlled by the three divisions.

"Receive!" Jing Hui Shi spit out this word, his hands are constantly working on his chest, and the other two are unwilling, but they know that they will continue to practice. Once Jin Ye is out of control, he will immediately be hurt by the power of counter-attack. So, together, stop the offensive.

The storm slowly subsided, thousands of leaves, and finally only three, and were taken back to the hands by three people.

The road winds through the eyes and walks toward the next line.

The two teachers of Kaihui and **** are still not reconciled. They want to catch up. Jinghui teacher is too reaching out to stop them. Looking at the back of the road, he said: "But, people have left room."

The next line, the guardian of the king of Qingcheng Mountain, holding the treasure of the mountain of Qingcheng Mountain: mixed yuan beads, with a hat on the head, a small mirror in the middle, a hand with a beard, face There is no expression on it.

"Dao Fengzi, the old way to ask."

Wang Daoqian did not say much. He reached out and mixed with the Yuanzhu, and read aloud: "The mixed yuan is infinite, too clear, swept the six, eight invincible, loyal and invincible Yue Marshal, rush as law!"

The mixed pearl slowly rotates in his palm, releasing the four colors of enamel, purple, blue and yellow. Wang Daoqian held the mixed yuan beads and hit the road.

In the wind, the whip was swept in the hands of the wind, and the two men struggled together.

“Why should I ask Yue Marshal to give spirituality?” asked Leng Yuyu very puzzled.

"I don't know." Ye Shaoyang stunned Qingyunzi and asked.

"This mixed Yuanzhu was the baby of Yue Yuanshuai, and the martyr of Yue Yuanshuai, Zhuge Yu, was a Taoist. After Yue Yuanshuai's death, Zhuge was buried in the name of a priest. He was a Taoist in Qingcheng Mountain. This mixed Yuanzhu is from Yue Yuanshuai. Obtained in the relics, and later became a ritual, with a lingering remnant of Yue Yuanshuai."

Qingyunzi explained a pass.

At this time, the road wind and Wang Daoqian have been fighting together. In the moment when the mixed beads and the whip were in contact, Wang Daogan suddenly lowered his head and looked at his own mixed pearls.

"Three bodies are thoughts, bronze mirrors shine!"

Once again, the mantra was read, and a small mirror in the hat suddenly flashed a bright light and shined on the mixed pearls. For a time, the mixed pearls were released, and the breath rose. The swordsmen were bloody, and the Jin Ge iron horse roared and screamed...

"It turns out that this is the mystery of the mixed pearls."

The road wind darkly nodded, and the whiplash was inserted back into the waist, and the hands were printed, holding a circle of black gas, and stepped forward, and a palm was shot on the mixed beads.

A violent wave of volatility exploded between the two. The wind figure shook a bit and stepped back half a step.

Wang Daoqian retired a dozen steps and fell to sit on the ground. He spurted a spurt of blood, shaking his hands and holding the mixed beads, looking at the wind, his eyes showing a sad color.

"Unfortunately, unfortunately."

The road did not ask him what he was sorry for and continued to walk up the mountain.