Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Wuwei Avenue, God knows human feelings,

Innocent, ghosts see human form,

Heart language, ghosts, vocals,

The ban is full, and the soul is collected.

Rules are rules.

Enlightened, completely realized. But the last bit of God in the Yuanshen disappeared at this moment.

The gods were annihilated, turned into fine, scattered in the air, gathered together and flew toward the gates of Xuanyuan.

The aunts of Xuanyuan Mountain, and the disciples of Beidouguan who were not dead, all silently watched the ascension, and the expressions were all sluggish.

The main wind of the wind and the valley of the three realms, really... dead?

The mountain meditation master is in the valley, watching the fine dance of the flying, the voice of the Buddha, and once again recited the curse of the past.

When Jing Fei flew to the middle of the mountain, the Qing Changfeng suddenly returned to God, hurriedly practiced, created an enchantment, and intercepted Jing Jing.

"Beidou real people, why is this?"

The sound is like a bell, from the mouth of a white man.

The Qing Changfeng looked up and saw the old man in white and white robe who had seen the excitement before, and walked down from the top of the mountain.

"Uncle Shi, I am trapped in this style, so that he will not fly away. In case of any chance, there is the possibility of resurrection."

Fineness is the most primitive component of life, basically it can't dissolve, but it can be easily trapped.

The white man laughed and said: "Where is there such a chance, even if there is, then it is his life that should not be done, why do you do this absolutely, for your own karma."

The Qing Changfeng is not fast: "Because of this, my Beidouguan disciple is almost killed. Isn’t this hate should be reported?"

"People are dead, have you not been revenge?" The white man was not angry, still smiling.

"There is a saying in the world, called the grass to remove the roots. What if he has any chance, reincarnation, and how?"

The white man walked a few steps forward and said: "One yard is one yard, he is dead today, then everything is sold, and Beidou you do this, not my Xuanyuanshan."

The Qing Changfeng sneaked a bit, simply ignored him, continued to practice, and pulled the trapped style of the wind to his side.

The white man smirked and shook his head, one-handedly printed, pointing to the sky, a clear wave flew like a water column, piercing the enchantment of the Qing Changfeng, flying out and flying toward the door of Xuanyuan. .

"Uncle Shi, you!" Qing Changfeng was angry.

The white man laughs and laughs.

Seeing the fine flying away, the Qing Changfeng still wants to block the law, and the old man in the ear hears the white saying: "The words can't be said, the potential is not available, everything is too much, the fate is bound to be done... Beidou, can't be like this. You still Go and see the body of Nanyin."

Qing Changfeng's heart is tight, this is a matter of urgency, and look at the meaning of this white man, if he shoots again, he still wants to stop. I really can't communicate with this elder, and I can't move with him. I immediately screamed and went to the mountains.

Fortunately, the body of Xingyuenu is intact, and the Qingchangfeng has brought several disciples to move some of the best instruments, placed near the sanctuary, and arranged some of the most proud disciples, guarding them in shifts before and after, which is only slightly Rest assured, I went back to the main hall and sent people to take care of the battlefield. Soon after, there were disciples to return. The most important disciples of Beidouguan were killed by the Taoist winds, and they were all rumored internal disciples.

"Hey!" Qing Changfeng slammed on the table, and even the incense burners flew up.

"The thief, I have been practicing for many years in the Beidou, and I’ve been almost smashed by this!"

At this time, a disciple came to report, and Bai Ze visited.

Qing Changfeng can only have please.

Bai Ze has the same status as Qing Changfeng, and the relationship is not bad. After coming in, he was not very polite and sat directly on the guest seat.

The Qing dynasty greeted the tea, and soon someone took two celadon tea cups. The result of Bai Ze was one. The cup lid was opened, and a mist of mist immediately rushed. Bai Zedong greedily sucked a big mouth. After the mist was sucked away, he could I saw half a glass of water in the cup, which was immersed in a brown stone, full of luster, and the top bloodstone.

This thing is also found in the human world. After encountering water, it can continue to produce aura, but because it is rare, it is very precious. If someone has a human character, it will be a piece of blood stone. It is used by the wizard to inlay the instrument, or to be used for refining. Outside Dan, it is the evil thing that is placed in the Dongfu, and then find a bunch of Lingshi and so on, and become a sinister array, used for cultivation, in order to maximize the spiritual power of the blood spar, without causing waste.

But here in the Qing Changfeng, it is just a "tea" for entertaining guests.

The Qing Changfeng was still immersed in the previous battles, and his mood was low. He held a teacup and swallowed the aura in one bite.

"I used to watch the battle in the mountains and witnessed the passing of the incident." Bai Ze opened his mouth and looked at Qing Changfeng. "You have lost a lot of disciples, but it is a pity, but... you have also killed the road. This is extremely rare. Counting it, there is always no loss."

Qing Changfeng sighed: "The loss is not loss, can kill the wind, so it is indeed deflated, but this is also from what angle to look at, my sister, there is naturally happy, she only hurt a disciple, change The strong enemy of the road wind, naturally happy, but my Beidou view, in the end is just a help, but there is such a loss, it is not reconciled, but the road has been paralyzed, but it can only be knotted, swallowing this breath."

Bai Ze smiled and said: "I can get nothing, the two anti-theft instruments of Daofeng, is it not in the hands of real people?"

When the Qing Changfeng heard it, he immediately took out the whip and the Pan Tianyin from the chair behind him. The eyes also showed joy. He took the whip and poured it into the infuriating, and immediately encountered strong resistance - this is the road. The wind is exclusive to the instrument, and it has a strong sigh of relief in it. The artifact has long been psychic. Even if it is him, it cannot be refining, and it is the same for Fantianyin.

But this did not make him feel uncomfortable: anyway, he has time, ten years, twenty years, no more than one hundred years, one day can be refining success.

Although his status is not lacking in the best instruments, but the **** whip and Fan Tianyin are different after all, the ordinary nine-segment optical device is simply no match.

"I can't believe it until now, the road is really dead..." Qing Changfeng shook his head and said with emotion, suddenly thought of something, asked Bai Ze: "Is it long to come to me, is there something?"

"It’s just a chat. Real people are just stunned, it seems to have something to worry about?"

"I was thinking... Why did the wind do this?" Qing Changfeng showed the color of contemplation. "He died today, he is completely looking for himself. Why should he really do it?"

"Nature is to kill Star Jun. He is one with Ye Shaoyang. When he killed the six disciples of Xingjun, he did what he did. The two sides were incompatible with each other. He learned that Xingjun’s body is here, and he is awkward, just the fake Ye Shaoyang. Going to the squad, he will count on it, and he will come to the thorn, there is every reason."

(End of this chapter)