When the Great Dao Dies, I Remain; When Spiritual Energy Withers, I Endure

The situation changes suddenly.

At this time, when the night was dark, a bolt of thunder and lightning flashed across, illuminating several miles in radius.

The bandit leader was one on two, not at a disadvantage, he just felt very happy, and the thunder and lightning also came to cheer him up.

The hero surnamed Zhou and his fiancée struggled to support themselves, and they already had the intention of quitting. Who would have thought that an ordinary bandit could have such skills.

It's just that the other party's sword skills are weird and there is an indescribable agility that makes it impossible to get out.

The two sides were fighting inextricably.

The bandit leader's killing power increased greatly, and he was about to chop off the head of the woman from the Erling sect with a knife, and then take the life of the hero surnamed Zhou.

He suddenly froze.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a swordsman in white slowly crawling out of a pit not far away, patting the dirt off his body, and then left while drinking.

When he came back to his senses, he found that his whole body was stiff and he could no longer move at all.

He caught a glimpse of the swordsman emerging from the earth, casually glancing at him with his peripheral vision.

From that moment on, he completely lost control of his body.

The woman from the Erling sect escaped the disaster and took several steps back, fearful of the dangers surrounding her.

"Got crazy?" The two looked at each other.

I saw that the bandit leader, who was so powerful and domineering just now, was still standing frozen on the spot, holding a big knife with both hands as if he was about to strike.

After testing the opponent's strength, the woman from the Erling sect did not dare to be careless at all. Seeing this situation, she frowned, took out three silver needles from under her sleeves, shot them in the air, and pierced the three most painful acupuncture points on the human body.

Silver needle enters the body.

The bandit leader screamed in pain, but his body was still unable to move at all.

He panicked and began to beg for mercy, but the targets were not the two people opposite him, but gods, ghosts and other beings.

He cried for his father and mother, with tears and runny nose running down his face. He claimed that he was not a thing and had done many evil things, but he would definitely change in the future and pay off all the mistakes he made in the first half of his life.

He also said that he had read some Buddhism and there was a saying in Buddhism that he could immediately become a Buddha immediately after putting down his butcher knife. He really knew that he was wrong.

The desire to survive is full.

And in the distance.

The man who had just woken up was sitting on a tree, watching this scene from a distance.

I just feel amazing.

As soon as he woke up, he found that the place where he slept had turned into a bandit's stronghold.

Moreover, there is a lot of resentment gathered here.

It proves that this bandit leader has done many evil things and has killed many people over the years.

Li Changxiao also had some indescribable feelings.

When someone is in trouble, he never minds lending a helping hand. It's just that breaking through the barrier is different from his usual sleep. His perception of the outside world will be greatly reduced unless someone touches his body or has a strong influence on him. Only he could sense the strong killing intent.

Li Changxiao was unaware of the tragedies that had occurred above his head in recent years.

What surprised Li Changxiao was that the bandit leader's words actually came from the sincerity.

Just by immobilizing his body, I frightened him out of his wits and he sincerely repented.

This cannot be done falsely.

"Human beings really have thousands of faces, and they are very complicated."

Li Changxiao took a sip of the turbid wine, which had been brewing in the wine gourd for eight years.

Once opened, the aroma hits your nostrils.

The bandit leader is still begging for mercy.

Tears, snot, shit and urine...

He had never been so frightened, and his intuition told him that he had definitely encountered something beyond common sense at this moment.

Zhou Daxia looked hesitant and took out a few silver needles and shot them from a distance.

The bandit leader screamed in pain and trembled all over, but still could not regain his freedom.

"Brother Zhou, it's too easy to kill him with one palm. Why don't we chop off his arms first, then lock his neck with a dark iron collar, and take him for a tour in a nearby town."

The woman from the Erling sect suggested.

"Good!" The hero named Zhou nodded.

The bandit leader was still begging for mercy. He was unwilling to accept his fate. He shouted that he had no choice but to embark on this road. He had been a good man before joining the army.

However, Li Changxiao had already turned around and embarked on the road down the mountain.

Whether you sincerely correct it or not has nothing to do with him.

A shrill scream sounded from behind.

The bandit leader has been on the rampage for several years, and the end has been decided.

This night.

The bandit group that had been harassing Zhaoyu Town for several years was declared bankrupt.

The once notorious bandit leader had his arms chopped off three days later, and was wandering the streets with a black iron collar around his neck.

The end was miserable.

If he had died on the battlefield, defending his family and country, he would still have gained the reputation of a good man.

…

Because of the assistance of the yellow fruit, this breakthrough only took eight years.

The aura contained in this yellow dream fruit is a bit richer than the previous red dream fruit.

Not only did he develop spiritual energy.

It also invisibly enhanced Li Changxiao's understanding.

The harvest can be said to be quite abundant.

…

September eight.

Hemu Temple was bustling with people.

Although it is wartime and people's lives are hard, the harder the days, the more diligent they are in burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

It doesn’t cost much to burn a stick of incense, but it also gives you peace of mind and allows you to sleep peacefully at night, so why not do it?

Let’s talk about this Hemu Temple.

That is recognized as spiritual.

There are many legends about Hemu spread in various places.

There have been more than a hundred incidents of apparition.

The incense was strong and there was a steady flow of people. It was not until night that the temple gradually became colder.

late at night.

The moon is high.

Two women came from afar, and their figures came closer and closer. They stepped over the threshold and entered the temple.

The woman who looked a little older, with a calm temperament and a bit of coldness, waved her whisk, and the incense in the air condensed into strands of golden silk threads, which merged into the eyebrows of the two.

"Master, we have reached the bottleneck." Si Nian sighed leisurely.

Mu Qin had a cold face, closed his eyes and felt it, and finally nodded gently.

Mu Qin has been dealing with incense for decades. This thing is not a carpenter's craftsman. As long as you take the right attitude and spend the corresponding time and effort, you will definitely get a reward.

Incense is more invisible than water.

Building a golden body, making up a story picture book, the local court recognized, building a temple, and establishing a god... step by step, just have the qualifications to study incense.