The clouds in the sky, neither white clouds nor dark clouds, had ever been so close to the ground as the black clouds tonight, nor had the thunder ever been so deafening, and the lightning had never been so dazzling that it was almost impossible for him to look directly.

It's as if the sky is about to fall.

Jiang Yuye stood in the temple, watching Pu Zhi and Cangsong Dao people glaring at each other angrily, fighting each other.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, and at the moment when his ears buzzed, a brilliant lightning bolt appeared in the sky, and it actually hit the earth of the world and landed on the long sword of the Cangsong Daoist.

In a moment, Cangsong Daoren's clothes bulged high, and his eyes were wide open, as if they were about to burst. At this time, inside this grass temple, under the strong light of electricity, it was like day.

Excalibur and Thunder!

Unexpectedly, in order to win the 'Blood Devouring Bead', this Cangsong really used the Divine Sword Thunder True Technique, one of the four wonderful methods of 'Qingyun'!

Ay.

Is the plot really unchangeable?

Looking at the lightning on the tip of the sword, Jiang Yuye secretly sighed in his heart, and in Pu Zhi's eyes, there was a strange fanaticism again.

"Is this the power and power of the Taoist true law?"

I only heard a loud shout from Cangsong Daoren, and the sword trick in his left hand was introduced, and he shook his wrist with all his strength, and the thunder sounded, and the lightning on the sword shot towards Puzhi. Along the way, the grass, trees, bricks and stones all shook and flew, and only the middle road left a deep scar.

Pu Zhi took three steps back, removed his handprints, put his palms together, his face was solemn, his whole body exuded a faint golden light, and he said in a low voice: "My Buddha is merciful!" ”

With a "snap", I saw that the only seven remaining jasper prayer beads in front of him were all shattered, and they were transformed into a huge "Buddha" character three feet in front of him, and the golden light was dazzling, and it could not be forced to look at.

The next moment, the electric light collided with the Buddha character.

For a while, the wind was strong and the thunderstorm was combined, Jiang Yuye and Zhang Xiaofan were overturned at the same time, Zhang Xiaofan fainted immediately, but Jiang Yuye, who was not very lucky, hit the wall and fell to the ground, spitting blood for a while, and his whole body seemed to fall apart.

He looked up at the two of them fighting, and his mind fluttered unconsciously.

Pu Zhi was sucked in essence and blood, although he almost ran out of oil after a series of hard battles, but his cultivation was there, even if the cultivation of Cangsong Dao was not low, and he used the true technique of divine sword and thunder, he was not the opponent of the former.

Putting away the sword, Cangsong Daoren wiped the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and then glared at Pu Zhi fiercely, and said: "The bald donkey is considered to be your winner this time, but under the repeated battles, you will inevitably lose your essence and blood, and the lights will be exhausted, as long as you die, the 'blood devouring bead' will be mine!" ”

"Hahahahaha!"

With the sound of laughter, the originally invincible Cangsong Dao people retreated like this.

The retreat is so abrupt, but it makes sense.

Watching Cangsong Daoren leave, Pu Zhi wiped the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and walked back to the temple with staggering steps, looking at Jiang Yuye who was struggling to stand up, a trace of gratitude and a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

"Did the little donor get hurt?"

"Bad luck, I was blown away by the wind and hit the wall, but I should be free of worries."

The whole body hurts like a heart, and even the painful Jiang Yuye wants to faint, but he is stubborn and just can't at the moment, not only can't, he still has to be tenacious.

There is no other reason, he has to wait until Pu Zhi leaves, so that he can faint smoothly, otherwise if he is slaughtered by this old monk, then it will be a big loss?

"That's good." His hands trembled slightly, and after reciting the sentence 'Amitabha Buddha', Pu Zhi said: "Little donor, the poor monk was severely injured by the demon before, and under the traction of the essence and blood, this body has run out of oil, and there is a possibility of death at any time. ”

Let's talk about it.

Pu Zhi actually squirted out a mouthful of essence blood again.

"So until then, I hope the little benefactor will promise me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Jiang Yuye asked.

Although he is only eight or nine years old now, Tong Guò's previous 'discourse' should have planted a seed of 'Bole' in Puzhi's heart, otherwise there would not be such a flowering season now.

"The poor monk hopes that if the little donor enters the 'Qingyun Gate' in the future, when the Taoism is high in the future, he can go to Tianyin Temple and explain the situation to my senior brother, I don't know if it is possible?"

Looking at the old monk in front of him who was almost exhausted, Jiang Yuye understood the other party's intentions for a while.

Under the Heavenly Dao, in the vast number of sentient beings, who would contribute their own cultivation methods to understanding the 'mystery of immortality'?

Qingyunmen is not good, Tianyin Temple is not good, and Incense Valley is not good!

Driven by reason, Jiang Yuye endured the pain that pierced his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "I promised you, master." ”

Well.

When I reach the end of the Dao in the future, I will definitely protect one or two of your apprentice 'Zhang Xiaofan'.

"Then thank you little donor."

There was a rare smile on his benevolent face at this moment, and Pu Zhi trembled and picked up a 'rosary' that was on the verge of shattering from the ground, and then handed it to Jiang Yuye, saying, "At that time, as long as you give this rosary to my senior brother." ”

Taking the rosary, Jiang Yuye carefully stuffed it into his arms, and then glanced at Pu Zhi, who was kind and kind, and finally said a little unbearable: "Master is here, I don't know ...... you."

The words are not finished, but the concern implied in this can be felt by anyone.

It is true that after receiving this 'rosary', even if Pu Zhi turns into a demon, Jiang Yuye does not have to worry that he will kill himself, you need to know that the monks of Tianyin Temple have always paid attention to commitment, so he has every reason to believe that Pu Zhi will really not hack himself.

When he completely put his heart in his stomach, Jiang Yuye, who had no worries about his life, naturally cared about Puzhi's plan.

Although he didn't expect to be able to stop Pu Zhi from killing dozens of people in Caomiao Village, he had survived in this 'world' for eight or nine years, and he still had family affection for the 'Jiang family' couple who gave birth to and raised him.

Groping for a red pill from his arms, about the size of a finger, it was flat, and Pu Zhi hesitated for a moment and finally swallowed it in his stomach.

"Maybe go back to Tianyin Temple, or ......"

He didn't finish his sentence, he just raised his head and looked at the distant mountains.

Finally the rain fell in the sky.

Qingyun Mountain stands in the wind and rain, hazy and mysterious.

'Bang'!

The neck seemed to have been slashed with a knife, and Jiang Yuye struggled to glance at Pu Zhi, who shook his head and smiled bitterly.

His consciousness gradually fell into darkness, but at the moment when he was about to fall unconscious, Jiang Yuye still said intermittently: "Please...... Big...... Guru...... ...... to me Parents...... Men...... Stay...... Love ......"