Zhan Yue

"Boom boom boom——"

There was a knock on the door of the temple, but no one spoke, only a low and hoarse whimper, and there were knocks on the door. Accompanied by the sound of scratching the door from the edge window, it made people feel like they were already outside. A lot of ghosts have accumulated. At this time, the yin wind is getting stronger and stronger, causing the torn paper at the window to make a low whistling sound, like someone is crying.

"Master!"

The sleeping teenagers and girls both woke up. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked outside the door with a panic expression on her face.

"A group of wicked obstacles!"

The old monk frowned and said, "Hold your mind, and use the pure-heart tactics taught by your master to fight against the shaking of your mind."

"Yes, Master!"

The teenagers and girls sat down together, chanting words in their mouths.

Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.

At this moment, the temple door was pushed aside with a "creak". There was a black hole outside, and only two figures, one large and one small, could only be seen vaguely. It seemed that the adult was holding the child, and the head of the adult was gone. It's just one body, and the child is holding a lantern with two blood-red rays in his hand. Standing at the door like this, the child said in a stern voice: "You...you...you see my mother's head. ?"

Suddenly, the look of the young girl beside the old monk changed drastically.

I squinted at it, and even smiled at the corners of my mouth.

When the wind blows, the brilliance of the bonfire suddenly illuminates the place in front of the door. There is a headless woman in a cyan skirt holding a hideous child, and the lantern in the child’s hand is clearly a lantern. A woman's head, with blood-red radiance in her eyes, looked at us so coquettishly.

"what……"

On the side, the girl screamed, her face pale, the young man chanted tactics, gritted his teeth to resist the ghostly invasion outside.

"Good, you two ghosts!"

The old monk stood up and said indifferently: "What are you doing here, killing people, want to find someone to replace the dead ghost?"

As he said, the old monk suddenly blasted out his palm, and the breath of Linggang was awe-inspiring. Suddenly, the aura swept like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of one big and one small two ghosts in front of him, as easily as crushing an ant.

"Old guy, there are some tricks."

In the night, a blood-stained bone claw suddenly pierced from the wind and went straight to the chest of the old monk.

"Master, be careful!" The boy was shocked.

The old monk gave a low cry, his hands were sealed, the golden qi was overflowing, and he shouted in a low voice: "I wait for the monk on the mountain to come down to subdue the demons. If you have any means, please come!"

Both palms pushed out together, and immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claw, the bone claw shattered, and the old monk was shocked to retreat again and again. Just as his figure was unstable, a blue mist emerged from the rain curtain. When it came out, it turned into a palm and stamped it on his chest.

"Peng——"

The old monk fell straight out, and his body hit the decayed and crumbling mountain **** behind him. The young girl rushed over, holding the old monk in a hurry.

"old man."

In the rain, there was a low and hoarse voice: "Your two disciples, a pair of golden girls and jade girls, are all good ghost artifacts. Hand over two disciples to serve as a furnace for this seat. Otherwise, , You can’t even think about walking out of this deserted temple alive. This is a good business. Anyway, these two disciples were also tricked by you from their parents to go up the mountain under the mountain.

"Don't think about it!"

The old monk was anxious, holding the base of the mountain **** statue to his feet, and said: "As long as the old man still has a breath, you will never want to hit them!"

"It's a mere Linggang Realm, and the tone is not small."

The ghost in the rain smiled and said: "I don't know, I thought your old man was already at the peak of immortality!"

"Linggang Realm is really not enough to see!"

At this time, without me speaking, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out, there was no fan in his hand, so he raised his hand and shook his hand, shaking his empty hand like this, but he was somewhat handsome and magnanimous, just standing on the old monk like this. In front of the two disciples, they smiled and said: "Come here, the Linggang Realm is really not enough to see. My Cave Void Realm in the early stage should be enough for you to figure it out, right?"

In the rain, there was laughter, and the ghost laughed wildly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is it that your master, Duan Wuya, is so eager to send a white-haired man to a black-haired man?"

"Don't fight, don't get fucked!"

Xiao Jingyu is not a good temper. At the same time, he said to me in the lake of heart: "Master, I am afraid I can only resist for a while. There is more than one powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, there are many. Even Jiang Yun porridge may be here. I have been following the immortal master for the past few days and have benefited from the strength of the immortal master.

"It's okay, just hit it."

"Yes, follow your orders!"

Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and when the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu, they were full of admiration and envy.

...

The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and offered a Hidden Blade. It was the weapon that attacked me at the beginning. The sword was awe-inspiring, but it was also a sword repairer. The moment he took out his sword, there was a trail in the rain curtain outside. The tips of the cyan spears kept piercing Xiao Jingyu, while the latter was in a dancing figure, using a set of very handsome swordsmanship to poke the tips of the cyan spears away one by one.

I couldn't help but slandered in the lake of my heart: "Embroidered pillows are not useful..."

Xiao Jingyu couldn't help but laugh: "Master Immortal has taught me a lot. I hope that after this battle, if Xiao Jingyu is alive, Master Immortal can give me some advice and reward me with one or two skills."

"Thinking too much, get out."

"okay."

Just when Xiao Jingyu was fighting the ghosts outside the mountain temple, I went straight to the mountain **** statue. The place was full of cobwebs. I don’t know how long it has been since people visited, but I walked to the window and gently single-footed. Stomped on the ground and said lightly: "Come out?"

Suddenly, a man walked out of the dilapidated mountain **** statue that was about to collapse at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt, with strands of dilapidated golden lines on his body. That was the trace after the golden body was broken. He just clasped his fist gently: "The emperor, what do you want?"

"Appeal?"

I smiled slightly: "You useless mountain god, what can I ask for?"

He looked guilty: "The immortal teacher taught me that... it's just that you can't help yourself underneath."

"Let's talk about everything that happened here."

"Yes, Master!"

The former mountain-god master whispered: "At the beginning, in Xia Songling, he was also a mountain **** who made a golden figure and gained cultural luck, and this ancient battlefield was not originally called an ancient battlefield. The mountains and rivers are beautiful within hundreds of miles. It was the southeast corner of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times. It was a land of outstanding people. It was a pity that it was reduced to a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn to pieces. This mountain **** who sits in Nanyue of the Daduan Dynasty has only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost is too strong. Back then, Zhou Li’s sword directly broke my golden body, and Jiang Yun porridge is more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eating away at my gold. Body incense, so that to this day, the Windward Mountain God is no match for some ordinary ghosts. I can only hide in the idol in panic all day long, waiting for the day when the idol collapses and the body disappears."

"Poor is poor."

I pursed my mouth and said, "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. There are scenes of ghosts rampaging everywhere, and the awe-inspiring righteousness between heaven and earth has almost disappeared here. Isn’t Song Ling you guilty?"

Song Ling gritted his teeth and clasped his fists: "Zai Xia I can't apologize with death, but...but I still want to guard this mountain temple, even if it's just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid some weaker ghosts here. Infringement."

"Got it."

I waved my hand gently, and said, "The sentence I said before was right. You useless mountain god, there really is nothing I can ask for."

Song Ling's face was pale, and once again he arched his hand, ignoring me, and walked directly back to the idol.

...

He was a mountain **** with integrity and vibe. Unfortunately, his life was untimely. After the ancient battlefield was reduced to an ancient battlefield, obviously no civilians would come here to pray for incense, and after losing the incense, the god's position became no longer stable. This Song In fact, Ling was just waiting for the day when his cultivation was dissipated and turned into nothingness.

I want to do something, but what can I do?

When I think of this, I can’t help laughing. I originally wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out that the Dragon Knight was assassinated. But now that I met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei, it seemed that I had been involved in this quagmire involuntarily. Now that the cause and effect have been planted, it doesn’t seem to be my style to do nothing, and Master Xiao Chen also said that it’s of great benefit to me to sharpen my mood here. If that’s the case, I’ll make a big fuss. A good one!

Looking up at the mountain **** statue, I couldn't help but laugh, high above, but what's the use?

...

At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him continuously cut off the cyan spear tip that was flying from outside, but he was cold-hearted. Just as his sword was exhausted, a fiery red palm suddenly appeared on his chest~www.wuxiaspot .com~ Let him be undefeated, so he was hit directly, and his body fell to the statue of the mountain god. With this blow, the statue of the mountain **** is about to fall apart.

Song Ling, ask for benevolence and benevolence.

"Huh!"

When Xiao Jingyu retreated, I appeared behind him in a shadowy jump, supported his back with one hand, and smiled: "Just say that your swordsmanship is an embroidered pillow. You can't accept it?"

He even flattered: "The fairy master does not know the prophet, sees the fire, and is convinced!"

"Fuck off."

I grabbed him by the collar and threw it to Nan Fei's side. Then I suddenly raised my head. I only felt a huge force descending from the sky, with a strong breath. The next moment, a blood-stained white arm pierced the roof of the mountain temple. So blasted towards the mountain **** statue.

"Humph!"

At the same time, there was a roar from outside: "Song Ling, you, the trash of the golden body, you die sooner or later, as if you die late, this seat will fulfill you!"

"Bold!"

I jumped up, lifted a mouthful of Immortal Realm Holy Qi, and kicked it upwards suddenly. The majestic Holy Qi rushed back like a waterfall, directly smashing the bones in the air into dregs, and even the entire hall. The top of it was kicked together to become a fan, and there was nothing left to fall.

"Jiang Yun porridge, get out!"

I looked up at the sky and said with a smile: "If you want to fight, just be happy! Anyway, fight early and fight late, sooner or later!"

...

In the air, the rain was stopped by my kick, and there was a chuckle: "Tsk, Master Lu, Master Lu, you have a violent temper, this good cultivation base, plus the handsomeness. Sister’s face, sister, I really want to like it."