"What are you doing, sir?!"

"Won't killing you help you get out of trouble?"

The tone of the relaxed and freehand tone seems to say that the weather is good today.

Snake spirit disease!

She Shan Jun flew up, and Song Jingfang was a rolling dragon again, with stone chips flying around him, and half-human stones were shattered into slag.

"Wait, adults are very capable, is there no other way?"

Song Jingfang shouted as he ran into the woods, the wound on his foot began to crack, his white trousers were soaked with blood, and every step was on the tip of the knife.

"That's the best way, didn't you beg me to save you, what to hide?"

Hide in the woods, little mouse, I don't have time to play hide and seek with you.

She Shanjun's snake pupils were shocked, and the sharp and slender tongue in his mouth spit out twice, making a strange howling sound. Song Jingfang's running body froze suddenly, and he slowly turned around.

"Come here."

Song Jingfang's eyes lost focus, "Okay." Unconsciously walked in front of She Shanjun.

Good for your two-pot head!

Suddenly, Song Jingfang copied the demon pestle and knocked it down.

The demon pestle was golden and prosperous, the snake pupils shrank violently in response, and the body instinctively wanted to dodge.

Bingo, hit the bull's-eye!

Song Jingfang Meizi ran away, this body is really not bad, the reaction and speed are superb, and the snake spirit disease was knocked by her before she could react.

The boat capsized in the gutter, and She Shanjun's demon spirit was shaken, and he was almost crushed.

Looking back at his masterpiece, the snake spirit was still faint and didn't come to chase her.

Well done, why am I so good.

It didn't take long for Song Jingfang to remember an important thing, she didn't know where Zhenguo Temple was going, she was lost.

There are trees all around, and the fairy knows which way she's coming from!

There was a dull pain in his feet, and he was inseparable from the blood-soaked trouser legs.

Zhenguo Temple is on the top of the mountain, and she keeps going up, and Song Jingfang doesn't believe that she can't get there.

At the mountain road, She Shanjun didn't react for a long time.

Shocked that his soul dementorship Dafa failed, and shocked that he was actually knocked on the head, and he didn't even have time to dodge.

Snorted coldly at the sky, and looked for Song Jingfang's remaining breath and left.

Step by step, with the good foundation of Xuan Chan's body, Song Jingfang insisted on going up the mountain in a straight line, and did not take the slightest detour.

Out of the woods, she appeared in a clearing.

Going forward, there is a cliff.

God, are you going to play with me like this!

I finally got out of the woods, and it turned out to be a dead end for Temeow.

"Why don't you run away?" A gloomy voice rang out.

She Shanjun had a big bag on his head, red and bright, and his return rate was 100%.

Song Jingfang stiffened, "Okay...... What a coincidence. "What a coincidence!

"Little mouse, you annoy Benjun, do you know what will happen?" She Shanjun was thoughtful, he had to think about what kind of death he should give her.

"Woo~" Song Jingfang laughed like crying, "Is it too late to surrender now?" ”

Behind her back, she held the demon pestle tightly, thinking about what kind of posture to use, and then gave the snake spirit a "red light bulb".

"Hehe~" She Shanjun stood three steps away from her, left and right, but not dead, surrendering to do nothing.

In a flash of cold light, She Shanjun stepped forward, his snake eyes were scarlet, his face changed into a snake head, and he had a big mouth, putting Song Jingfang to death in the most primitive and direct way.

Song Jingfang's heart was horizontal, he raised his stick to block the front, and rushed forward with his head bored.

"Hmm~"

Coincidentally, She Shanjun's snake mouth happened to bite on the demon pestle. The demon pestle immediately appeared with a chaotic golden light character, and it was shocked.

Fangs snapped.

Song Jingfang's big bald head knocked She Shanjun away again.

On the top of the hanging mountain, the black clouds quickly gathered together, and the lightning was magnificent.

Song Jingfang felt bad, she was the one who suffered every time there was thunder.

She Shanjun's demon almost wanted to leave his body, fell to the ground, and the big demon flew out like a kite with a broken string.

He doesn't want to lose face!

The snake pupil hated to look at the accumulated black clouds, and not far away, Song Jingfang wanted to run, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, and everyone died together.

Raising his hand, the red light around his body flowed, and a red flame appeared in the palm of his hand.

Boom – the flame is out of the palm of your hand.

Song Jingfang's mysterious sixth sense turned around, and the flames were about to collide, so he forcibly stopped his feet and changed directions to dodge at the limit.

The flames made an arc, and they turned with a piece!

I thought I had dodged, and in the next second, my back was burning like a fire.

Are you a homing missile?

Song Jingfang rolled all over the ground, fire, a lot of fire. In front of her was an endless sea of fire, and the tongue of fire licked her whole body.

It hurts to wail loudly.

The complexion is red, the skin and flesh are chapped, the magic pestle in his hand is shining with golden light, and the crack has the potential to heal. The two compete with each other, and the cycle repeats itself.

She Shanjun dragged her body, and the snake's tail rolled up Song Jingfang, there was no spark on her body, but the cold was pressing.

The red lotus burns people's souls, and one day Song Jingfang will be consumed. Speaking of which, I have to thank Monk Mingzhi, if he hadn't planted fire with his body and turned into an endless red lotus, he wouldn't have been able to get this magical power.

The black clouds above the sky seemed to have eyes, and the two below finished their work, and it was their turn to appear.

Three thunderbolts fell one after another, and She Shanjun was able to dodge the first one, just taking the second thunder with his head.

The pale-faced She Shanjun's face was almost transparent, and the roots of the blood vessels under the skin were clearly visible, and his face seemed to be covered by tree roots.

Stretching out his hand to crush the sparks above his head, the power of a heavenly thunder did not seem to cause him any substantial damage.

If Song Jingfang was sober at this moment, he would definitely give She Shanjun a thumbs up, head iron, buddy!

The third thunder fell, and She Shanjun's ruthless color was fully revealed, and it was easy to bully when he was the king!

The sleeve robe flicked, and the mouth spat thunder and lightning.

The white light flashed, and the dark clouds in the sky exploded and dissipated. She Shanjun fell to the ground, half of his body was scarred, his skin was open, and the unconscious Song Jingfang was thrown together.

"Uncle Shi, where are the people!"

In the woods, the monks of Zhenguo Temple found this place.

Everyone rushed out, only to see Song Jingfang lying on the ground unconscious, in rags.

"Master! Master! ”

Yuan Zhi ran over first, roughly inspected Song Jingfang's injury, and carried her back to find Fu Xin.

Zhenguo Temple, Zen room.

There are three monks gathered in the room, two large and one small, one gray, one white and one yellow. The white-robed monk cut the pulse, and Yuan Zhi watched nervously from the side.

"Senior Uncle Fuxin, how is the ancestor's injury?" The practice of fate and responsibility is not enough, and I can't sink my heart.

"Responsibility, don't be anxious."

The little gray-clothed monk who was sitting cross-legged spoke, and his restless heart calmed down suddenly.

"Blame knows wrong." Stand aside and chant the sutra and meditate.

Fu Xin lowered his hand, held his beard and lowered his head in contemplation. The gray-clothed Xiaohe had not yet urged, his lips moved, and his hands were placed on his lower abdomen to pluck the prayer beads.

"Presiding."

The gray-clothed little monk opened his eyes, "Senior brother, have you thought of a way?" The voice is slow, not arrogant or impatient.

Unexpectedly, the presiding officer of a temple turned out to be a child of the general horn.