Outside Xishan Village, the Venerable Lingtong, a monk of the Buddhist clan, turned a talisman paper with the list in his hand into flying ashes with a disdainful expression.
"It seems that the Venerable needs to go and try it in person!"
Venerable Spirit Child stood up, and the white lotus flowers under his feet condensed and fell straight out of the entrance of Xishan Village.
At the moment when Venerable Lingtong took off into the air, Su Baozhang and Yang Junping had already discovered each other's traces, seeing the lotus growing at each other's feet, as well as the clothes and unique hairstyles on their bodies, both of them knew that the person who came was a Buddhist monk, and they should be the Buddhist masters equivalent to the real world!
Outside the village, at the moment when Venerable Lingtong stood still, there was thunder rolling in the mid-air above Xishan, and then a thunderbolt suddenly split from the fog on the top of Xishan towards Venerable Lingtong's direction.
Venerable Lingtong snorted coldly, but his expression was a bit solemn, he proclaimed the Buddha's name loudly, and pushed one hand in front of him, and a golden Buddha began to condense in front of him, forming a golden glazed barrier shimmering with strange light.
With a crisp "crackle", dense cracks appeared in the position where the glazed barrier was split by the lightning, and then several common lines extended outward, but this thunder was really resisted.
"It really deserves to be the most domineering thunder and magical power of the human race, and this human race formation method is also wonderful, but that's all, if you want to break the Buddha's light glass jade of this venerable, you are still short of heat!"
Venerable Spirit Child smiled confidently, and walked through the large array shield with his steps, walking towards the village.
It was also at the moment when Venerable Spirit Child's figure entered Xishan Village, the mist that had been shrouded on the top of Xishan Mountain for many years suddenly surged and began to spread in all directions, finally enveloping the entire Five Elements Thunder Light Treasure Formation covered by the regional advancement, from a distance, it looked like a maze completely covered by the mist.
In a wilderness more than a hundred miles outside Mengyu County, the barbarian monk Shan Li looked at the burly Buddhist monk in front of him wearing coarse cloth clothes and a few patches on it, and asked: "Monk, why are you blocking our way?"
The Buddhist monk held the Buddhist rites and bowed slightly: "Poor monk Jiahui, I have long heard that the barbarian mountain Taoist is far superior to the monks of the same level, and I am here today to ask for advice!"
The mountain was "haha" and smiled, and said: "We used to like fighting or something, but there are still some things on the body today, you wait for a while, wait a moment, wait until we level a village over there, and then come back to compete with you, looking at you as a lineage of asceticism, I heard that although there are few people in your lineage, you are also the most capable of fighting, unlike the Seven Wonders lineage, which has always been slippery, we have long wanted to compete with you."
Jiahui smiled slightly and said: "Since the Taoist friends have already had the intention of competing, it is better to choose a date than to hit the sun.
Shan Li sneered "hehe" and said: "Don't bully us old men who have no brains, how could it be so coincidental that you, a guy with a lineage of asceticism, appeared here to block our way? Could it be that there is some trap waiting for that spirit child in the village ahead? Although we don't like that spirit boy being arrogant, we also know that your penance line and the Seven Wonders have always been at odds!"
Jiahui was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't explain, he just whispered a Buddha's name, still standing in front of Shan Li.
"But," he heard the mountain's tone change and said: "Since it's a trap, then we old barbarians won't follow the past to make do, and it's not good if we trap ourselves in, come on, come on, so we've done a fight, since you, a monk, want to harm the Seven Wonderful Lineage, then our old man can be regarded as an ally to fight you!"
Jiahui hadn't reacted yet, but he saw that Shan Li on the opposite side had already made a move, raising his hand to spill out four bone teeth, but he saw a giant beast suddenly appear, opening its bloody mouth and biting Jiahui's head.
In the swamp, the Taize Demon King was still fighting fiercely with the three real people including the real person who tasted the liquor, and the demon formation shrouded in the demon nest was weakened by Yang Junshan, and after being weakened by Yang Junshan, it was also weaker and weaker under the repeated attacks of the monks of the two factions such as Zhang Yueming and Yan Dazhi, but the Taize Demon King didn't seem to take this to heart at all, and still fought with the three real people, and the sky above the entire swamp was stirred up, especially after the demon king turned into the original form of the main body, the three people who could still have the upper hand were still able to have the upper hand. At this time, at most, they could only fight a draw with the demon king, barely entangled.
At this time, Yang Junshan, under the leadership of Bao Yuer, had already entered the cave of the Taize Demon King.
However, at the moment when the two of them stepped into the cave, Yang Junshan suddenly felt something, smiled slightly, and said, "Little fish, your opponent is here!"
There was no sound of Bao Yuer coming from behind Yang Junshan, Yang Junshan knew that Bao Yuer had also discovered the other party's traces, and the battle between the two ghost cultivators was about to be staged.
Yang Junshan's eyes suddenly looked behind a stone pillar in front of him on the left, and then a flickering cold light suddenly burst out there, clashing dozens of times in an instant, and two black shadows appeared behind the stone pillar one after another, followed by disappearing.
After a while, Yang Junshan suddenly turned around and looked behind him, his two eyes stared at the corner of the entrance of the cave like a substance, a sharp howl hit the place where his eyes were looking, and an exclamation came from there, a figure had just risen from there, and a mountain rock had already been chiseled through, followed by Bao Yu'er also flashed out of shape, chasing towards the hidden figure, and instantly escaped from Yang Junshan's range of perception.
Yang Junshan did not chase after him, but continued to walk towards the cave house, while observing everything around the cave house, he found that it looked extremely simple, and there were many traces of movement on the ground, it was obvious that the original furnishings in the cave house had been moved, which further confirmed Yang Junshan's previous speculation, the Taize Demon King had already seen the news of the two factions joining forces to besiege it, and had already begun to talk about the transfer of everything in the demon nest to other places, and there must be a secret passage to the outside world in this demon nest.
At this moment, Bao Yuer suddenly came back from a passage in the cave, and shouted loudly: "Come on, I have found a treasure of the Taize Demon King!"
Yang Junshan's eyes flashed with frost, and without saying a word, he slapped at the oncoming Bao Yuer.
"Ah-"
Bao Yu'er screamed, her figure shook, and she was already more than ten feet away, but the ground where she was standing before was cut by an invisible cold light that cut a crack several feet deep, and the entire cave shook along.
"What are you doing, are you crazy, it's me!" Bao Yuer asked angrily.
Yang Junshan smiled: "Phantom race? It's a pity that my ability is still low, and I can't fool me!"
Yang Junshan's wrist shook, and a rope wrapped around the body of "Bao Yu'er" like a swimming snake.
But I saw a strange smile on the corner of "Bao Yu'er"'s mouth, and the moment he was entangled by the "snake", the whole person collapsed like a bubble, and the snake was entangled in the air.
"Change magic powers?"
Yang Junshan sneered: "It's not as good as the hidden talent of the ghost race!"
But he saw that there was suddenly a bronze mirror in his hand, and he shook in front of him, and the radius of the cave house in front of him was covered with the light of the bronze mirror.
But Yang Junshan was faster, a longbow in his hand didn't know when it had been pulled open, as the bowstring vibrated, an arrow had already disappeared into the stone ridge and exploded, a cry of pain came, the original stone ridge had disappeared, when Yang Junshan walked closer, he saw a puddle of blood left on the ground, but the phantom cultivator had already lost his trace, obviously knowing that the enemy had escaped.
Yang Junshan continued to walk forward, and at this time he suddenly heard a sound of metal and iron from the side, which was very strange, often exploding like firecrackers, and then stopped abruptly, and then exploded again.
This is a typical fighting method between ghost clan monks, the moment they hit their faces is a short moment of explosion, after a blow, they quickly retreat and wait for an opportunity, and if they have another chance, it is another short burst of time!
When Yang Junshan arrived, the life-and-death battle between the two ghost cultivators had reached its final moment, but it was Bao Yu'er who was completely at a disadvantage!
This made Yang Junshan slightly stunned, as far as he knew, once the ghost cultivators fell into a disadvantage, they would turn around and flee, and they would not stalk at all, Yang Junshan had heard the movement before, and thought that Bao Yu'er and the other party were not at a disadvantage, so he came to help.
And Bao Yuer in front of him was clearly at a disadvantage, but he was never forced to death by his opponent, but not only did he not retreat, but he also took the initiative to entangle and fight fiercely, could it be that Bao Yuer was kidnapped by him since he was a child, and then he was taken in as a ghost by Hu Niu, and he had completely forgotten the instinct of the ghost race?
"What are you still stunned for, come over and help!" Bao Yuer said urgently.
Yang Junshan patted his head, what kind of ghost instinct, Bao Yu'er was clearly unscrupulous because she still had a helper by her side!
Before Yang Junshan could make a move, the ghost cultivator withdrew, but he reacted extremely quickly, and immediately carried forward the ghost style, and when he saw that there were many people on the other side, he wanted to retreat.
Unfortunately, Bao Yuer had already expected him to be like this, and under Yang Junshan's spiritual consciousness, he couldn't hide his whereabouts at all.
Yang Junshan stepped on the ground, and a figure staggered out of the void more than ten feet away, looking like he was drunk.
And at this moment, a short dagger chased after him like a tarsal bone, and went straight into the back of the figure, the man's body suddenly stiffened, and then fell to the ground convulsing, and the blood under him flowed out like a waterfall.
The short dagger jumped lightly in mid-air like a dexterous fish, and the blade had already cut through the throat of the ghost cultivator.
Bao Yuer's figure was revealed not far away, but at this time, Bao Yu'er was full of joy, and came to the corpse of the ghost monk in three steps and two steps, broke his fingers, and took down a ghost weapon that looked like a brush. <