The direction in which the stars are falling, Kang Zhuang knows.

It was the one who made the movement, and as for where the stars had gone, and why the dying baby had come back to life, he would not have thought about it, even if it was really in his own hands, it was not something he wanted to touch.

People who have died once will cherish their lives even more, although unfortunately they become ghosts, there is another way to live, so why bother to waste it.

In the wilderness, thinking that the one who would not stay for a long time, Kang Zhuang pointed to the northwest and said: "This old man, the stars fell there, I watched from afar, but never approached, you are careful." ”

"Bah, bah!" The witch king was very disgusted, and spoke a lot of neatly, and said: "Blind chicken, look at your youth, I don't know how long you have been dead, don't you call me my father-in-law to tell me to live a long life? Look, I am still young, and my early forties are in the prime of life!"

As he spoke, the Witch King lifted his headkerchief a little, revealing his whole face.

With dark skin, wrinkled face, and white hair, it is clear and prematurely aging, how can you talk about prime age?

Kang Zhuang lied against his heart: "It's clumsy, please forgive me for inappropriate words." ”

The Witch King was very satisfied, nodded yes, and then noticed the baby in Kang Zhuang's arms, and wondered, "Isn't it a ghost baby?"

With a sharp turn of thought, Kang Zhuang pretended to be sad and said: "The son of the deceased, without his father, I will send him out of Yongzhou and find a good place to raise him, and then I will settle the fate." ”

The witch king took off his headband, gently put it on the baby's head, and sighed: "Poor baby, don't freeze and deflat, oh, wear this." ”

Kang Zhuang said: "Thank you, it's cold, the child can't stand the cold, let's say goodbye." "Carrying the baby in my arms, I left in a hurry.

The worm did not stop him. The witch king muttered: "I believe that you are a ghost, and you obviously want to eat that baby, but fortunately, I have a hand." ”

I didn't take a few steps towards the Starfall Land.

The witch king cried out, "Baby, it's done, the bad old man fooled me!"

There will be no babies who don't freeze to death in the snow. Ghosts are naturally afraid of yang, and even ghost fires are extremely cold, how can they keep babies warm?

Hiding in the deep mountains and old forests all the year round to find insects and refine Gu, no matter how powerful the goods are, they can't escape the eyes of the Witch King, this time it really makes the bed bugs blind.

Yongzhou is full of wind and snow, dark clouds cover the top, and there is no light on the road for hundreds of miles, how can there be stars shining above his head?

Listen to the old people in the village and say that the baby has a human appearance, what ginseng doll, Ganoderma lucidum doll, which can not be said to run, it is a real baby, it is a fool who sees it if it is not fished, and it is a fool who can't catch it.

It's easy to let yourself catch a real baby who can't say that you can't run, and you don't catch it and let it go, what is this?

"Wow, yes, shame!" The old face of the witch king was red and purple, pinching the trick and reciting the spell, and the law was ten miles away.

Kang Zhuang was hurrying away, and threw himself into the snow with a snort. Gu worms came out of the headkerchief on the baby's little head, born in the shape of a centipede, with two ends, lying on Kangzhuang's body, one frantically gnawing Kangzhuang, and the other looking up to the sky and screaming, making a thin and weird sound.

This sound is unheard by ordinary people, and those who use Gu have a wonderful way to receive information.

Kang Zhuang was in great pain, rolled over, and the baby fell out of his arms, fell on the snow and woke up crying, and the cry faded away.

The Witch King's face was pale, and he rode a six-winged giant insect at a gallop.

On the snowfield, an ascetic old monk has superb Zen skills, listening to the four fields, mixed with the cry in the wind and snow just entered the ear, the old monk rolled up his sleeves, left the tin staff he carried and ran wildly, stepping on the ground and cracking the stone to sweep out the wind and dust all the way.

The old monk has no old age, and he travels more than ten miles away in an instant, and his muscles and bones are faintly golden. I saw that his face was double-faced, one was kind and kind like a bodhisattva, and the other was bent and stared at like King Kong.

Here, the treasure is solemn, and elsewhere, the sword penetrates the long cave.

Autumn water is spiritual, and there is hope for oneself to move towards a higher realm. Lin Qinghong, the boy in the yellow shirt, sat cross-legged in the cave, and the joy in his eyes could not be hidden.

After ten years of penance, Lin Qinghong was full of boiling blood, eager to find someone to fight, and the golden-bodied old monk who was flying in the distance was the one who caused the sound of the sword. Great compassion Xuanci palm soft than the wind, King Kong subduing the demon force to destroy the mountain, almost not the same practice, both of them, only the White Dragon Temple in the world no Zen master can achieve this way.

What could be a better whetstone?

A sword to the dust.

Carrying the autumn water, Lin Qinghong rode the wind with his sword, and the yellow shirt fluttered with snow, like a flying fairy outside the sky.

Words go back to square one. Kang Zhuang was dying, desperately protecting the baby under him. The baby cried incessantly.

The Witch King was furious, and said angrily: "Bed bug, damn it!" When the palm of his hand was raised, the blood was bright, and there was a ghost wail, and a blow shattered the ghost body of Kangzhuang.

Seeing that Kang Zhuang's soul was about to be swallowed by the blood light, the Buddha's horn sounded - "Amitabha, donor and slow!"

The golden light faded, the Buddha statue was faint, the old monk put down the long placket of his trousers, relaxed his arms and long sleeves, and then folded his hands and confessed: "The poor monk has nothing in Yanzhou, and it is rude." ”

Kang Zhuang was written in the hands of the witch king, leaving a little bit of light in vain, in danger, chanting the compassion of the Buddhist monks, how can it be much better than this Jingzhou witch, and hurriedly shouted: "Please also ask the master to save that child!"

The witch king squinted, his five fingers curled slightly, and he was about to crush Kang Zhuang's soul, but the strong wind in front of him blew, and his wrist was like an iron hoop, and his five fingers could no longer move.

Wuyou grabbed the wrist of the witch king with one hand, and said: "The lonely soul and wild ghost suffered in life, and it is difficult to settle after death, and there is no reincarnation, God has the virtue of a good life, let the poor monk surpass him!"

wrestling silently, the snow is difficult to get close to the two of them.

The Witch King's arms were gradually dyed with ink, and his whole body was covered in black gas, which reflected the golden light that the old monk had never seen.

Along the Witch King's arm, countless tiny Gu worms began to climb, covering every inch of Wuwu's skin, frantically gnawing at Wuwu, and even gnawing at their own kind, and then reproducing and growing themselves at an unimaginable speed.

There is no golden light, condensing the Dharma body to resist Gu insects.

When King Kong is angry, the Buddha's face is kind, and there is no big drink, seven thunders bloom on the ground, one overshadows the other, and the momentum is like a galloping Vientiane.

"Boom!"

When the wind and snow rolled down, the Witch King flew away from the place, all the Gu worms were shattered, and Kang Zhuang's soul was held by the breeze and slowly landed unharmed.

Standing in the middle of the big pit, Wu Wu gasped slightly, and said to Kang Zhuang: "Send the child away quickly, so as not to hurt the innocent." ”

Kang Zhuang wrapped the baby and fled far away, and wondered in shock: "Where did the four giant insects go?"

The witch king twisted his reddened wrist, smiled, and said, "Bald donkey, you are ruthless!

The light is stronger, and the King Kong is more angry. None of them stomped their feet, jumped high and were seven or eight feet from the ground, floating in the air and no longer falling, the golden light gradually faded from his body, condensed into a King Kong colossus behind him, overlooking the Witch King, a pair of Buddha eyes are mighty, and can startle the demons to retreat.

The Witch King seemed not to be afraid, grabbed the cloak on his shoulders, and swept straight in front of him.

Thousands of Gu insects appeared in an instant, small as dust at the beginning, and became a giant beast when they landed, becoming hundreds of times larger, looking up to the sky and hissing, or crawling, or running, or flying, rushing towards nothing.

Nothing quietly carried the method, Vajra Huo moved, a pair of arms like thunder, the sound of iron fist breaking through the air exploded here, the giant insects that rushed up were either dead or injured, the carapace flew over, and the insect liquid flowed sideways.

In the stalemate, he suddenly felt that the pressure increased sharply, and he stopped his offensive and looked at it, why was the giant insect several times more than just now? Without a loud shout, a pair of arms were born out of thin air under the ribs of King Kong, spread out his two palms, and made an invisible move in the shadow of his fists, and a breeze blew in the face of the giant insect, and only gently brushed it, and the giant insect fell to death on the spot, and there was no half of the wound on the whole body, and the flesh and blood were blurred inside, and blood gushed out from the eyes and nose holes.

In the dark, the witch king couldn't find a chance to make a move, and praised: "Thief bald donkey, good kung fu!"

King Kong strode vertically and horizontally, killing until the sky was dark, but unexpectedly, he could not find the figure of the witch king. As time passed, he killed all the giant insects around him with a few might, and when he freed his hands to observe, he found that the giant insects gnawed on the flesh and blood of the same kind, continued to multiply, and attacked themselves, as if there was no end.

Thinking that Yangzhou Lin Qinghong was about to arrive, he suddenly gathered momentum, ready to give it a go.

Sanskrit chanting, King Kong flies high and longitudinal.

Above the clouds, the hands of Wuwu were suddenly separated, and the rope of the Buddhist prayer beads pinched in his hands broke off, and rotated extremely quickly, forming a Pleiades golden wheel in front of his chest, and then the hands were reunited, and the golden wheel expanded more than ten times, making a wheel of merit and appearing behind Wuwu's head.

There is no golden light burst all over the body, and in an instant from the mortal into the saint, and the golden Buddha enshrined in the temple is no different, and the palm of the "swastika" character is still suspended.

"Amitabha!" The Buddha opened his eyes, the mustard seed evolved into Sumeru, and the small fluorescent characters in his palm suddenly turned into a huge swastika seal, suppressed and fell.

It's like a palpitation like the sky is falling.

The radius was shattered, the ground was sunken for several feet, and the strong wind crushed the snow to expose the surface of the earth, and the Witch King looked solemn, sending thousands of giant insects to face him.

The army of Gu worms was not afraid of death, and the black waterfall rose from the ground, hitting the swastika Xuanyin, and shattering into rain.

There was no angry shouting, and the golden light bloomed in the sky. The Xuan Seal expanded a few times more, crushing the pillar of insects.

Finally, the giant worm disappeared completely, and without any strength, it continued to go down, smashing into the Witch King.

The Witch King's eyes were full of great seals, and the pressure on him was more like a sky, unavoidable.

Bang——!

The sound of metal striking was deafening for ten miles.

The Witch King was crushed to his knees, covered in blood splattered with blood.

Holding the golden seal with both hands, the Witch King trembled incessantly, and his thin body seemed to be smashed to pieces at any moment.

That's not all there is to Tarzan.

After a while, the golden seal was slightly dim, not as dazzling as at the beginning, the witch king smiled, the old bald donkey was finally exhausted, and the general trend was gone!

Through the swastika seal, there is no uneasiness.

Insect corpses surged everywhere and gathered on the Witch King's body.

The ground sank again, but the golden seal was uplifted.

Under the print, the white hair is black, the muscles and bones are gradually growing, the witch king stands tall, and he is shocked, how can he have the appearance of the old and sinister witch?

Not only is it strong, it is as powerful as the statue of the god enshrined in the temple!

A louder crash sounded, and the golden seal shattered. The old monk fell to the ground and retreated, plowing out the ravine.

I saw that his face was pale and his eyes were terrified. I heard that the Witch King is forty years old, and he is born before he is old, although he is invincible, but his body is weak, how can he not expect it to be all fake?

With just one punch, the Demon Demon Golden Seal was shattered, and then talking about the weakness of the body is a fool's dream!

Wu Wu spoke out with difficulty, and asked, "Raise Gu with blood, the Witch King is so bold." ”

The long shirt fit and no longer mopping the floor, the witch king took a moment and said with a smile: "Bald donkey, good kung fu, and knowledge! ”

Wuwei put his hands together and sighed: "Amitabha, the witch king's skills are exquisite, and he has innate divine power, and the poor monk has been practicing for many years is still not as good, and he is ashamed." ”

The white rainbow swept across the night sky, and the yellow-shirted boy fell to the ground, the long sword in his hand was shining cold, and the sword body was as transparent as a pool of autumn water.

Lin Qinghong said: "The master doesn't have to worry about it, the witch uses the Gu to exhaust the master's strength, which is really a victory." ”

The Witch King sneered, "Heh, why don't you throw your sword and hammer it with me." ”

Lin Qinghong raised his sword to the sky, cut off a snow curtain, and then pointed his sword at the Witch King, and said: "I don't care to argue with you, a Jingzhou barbarian, don't talk nonsense, today, I will test your sword." ”

The witch king sneered: "If you can't say it, just make excuses, come!

Suddenly, an old man with white eyebrows was planted from the sky, and the old man hurriedly persuaded: "I can't help it, I can't help it! If you have something to say, you have something to say, don't fight." ”

No nod of appreciation.

Lin Qinghong saluted and said: "It turned out that the old master of Qingzhou Hua had arrived, and he came at the right time." ”

Hua Fuzi's face turned bitter and argued: "No, no! A gentleman values peace, and today I am here to persuade you!"

The witch king said impatiently: "Don't talk about the calf, in the end, it's not to besiege me, let's go together! Today, I will teach you to know that in Yongzhou, I am the king!"