Tianchang County, Mingcui Mountain, Cui Ping Guan, a cyan robe looks at the scroll by the railing, and it is fascinating. The pattern of the robe is simple, take a closer look at the pattern that moves with the wind, swim in the robe like a dragon snake meandering, the wind naturally turns the scriptures, the middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a lotus crown smiles gently, the bamboo forest slanting sun scroll wind, the Taoist law three thousand into the heart, the law of heaven and earth, the law of nature of people.

The middle-aged Taoist priest blessed his soul, closed the scroll, pinched his fingers slightly, and then smiled: "What a demon, I let you escape last time, but I didn't expect you to still be unconscious, and dare to show your true body to do evil, really I have no one in Maoshan Mountain?"

A green light suddenly came, and a wooden sword with a whole body of emerald green hovered in front of the green-robed Taoist priest, the name of the sword was to punish the evil, as one of the four great immortal swords in the world, the evil has a natural overwhelm over all the demons and foreign ways.

The middle-aged Taoist priest bent one finger, pointed the sword in the other hand outward, and the words in his mouth rose, and the evil slowly turned the tip of the sword, and the green light was brilliant.

Heaven and earth are endless, Qiankun borrows the law, the sword is unsheathed, the demon is killed, the pardon is ordered, go!

The sword light of the evil sword skyrocketed, and the thick green light like a river flashed away.

The sky above Pingluan was covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and strong winds.

The whole body of the little tail is like a burst of stir-fried beans, a towering willow tree is rooted in the top of Pingluan Mountain, the vigorous branches are waving in the air, occasionally a trace of lightning hits the branches, the slightest electric current goes down the tree, the ancient tree has an old face, and the appearance of the little tail can be vaguely recognized.

The robbers of Jiuque Mountain had never seen such a scene, and they were so frightened that a group of people pushed and crowded, some were so frightened that they were incontinent on the spot, and even more were squeezed off the cliff by the crowded crowd.

Shan Yong's face did not change, his heart had already been flooded with monstrous waves, he had traveled south and north for many years, and he had seen a lot of demons and monsters, otherwise Jiuque Mountain would not have been able to take out a magic weapon specifically for this kind of existence, but he had never seen such a strong tree demon in his body, looking at the form of this tree demon, I am afraid that he would not practice for more than a thousand years, how could he honestly follow Zhang Sanfeng and Hu Chen without harming the two?

Hu Chen was so frightened by the sudden transformation of the little tail that he was paralyzed to the ground, he couldn't close his mouth wide, his mind was blank, he had seen the little tail rise into the air last time he broke the temple, and then he fell asleep, and he didn't know what happened behind him. Now it seems that the lethargy is most likely because of the little tail, and most of the words that the little tail made himself fool Zhang Sanfeng were also false, and Hu Chen shuddered when he thought of it.

Ding Wei had already woken up, and loudly scolded the bandits of Jiuque Mountain for using magic weapons to arrange formations, and a group of people hurriedly followed the instructions of a young Taoist priest with a scarf to arrange magic weapons. Some frightened minions wanted to escape, and swarmed towards the meeting hall, but who knew that the earthy yellow light curtain had already sealed the entire Pingluan Roof, not only could people not pass before the formation was broken, but even the aura was blocked.

The huge branches whipped on the yellow light curtain, blooming with a trace of sparks, and the light curtain did not move at all, but those who arranged the formation were as if they were hit by a boulder, and those with a low realm were already spitting blood from their mouths. Shan Yong Ding Wei and the other leaders of Jiuque Mountain glanced at each other, their eyes were fierce, from this point of view, this tree demon seems to be strong, and the realm is at most comparable to the high-level monks of the human race, they are numerous, it is not impossible to fight, if they can really capture or kill such existing monsters, the benefits obtained are unimaginable.

Seeing that the blow did not break the light curtain, the little tail was furious, and the huge branches flew and slammed towards the light curtain. Shan Yong and the others shouted, their fists, feet and swords were fired together, and they all attacked the little tail, and some people sacrificed some low-level talismans, there were green flames like maggots burning the huge body of the little tail, there was a cloud of cold ice attached to the body of the tree, a cloud of snow white kept spreading, and there were thick boulders like siege cones hitting the body of the tree.

These attacks are not painful for the huge body of the little tail, the martial artists of the pneumatic realm such as Shan Yong Dingwei and so on flew to intercept the branches of the tree without success, and the light curtain was not broken under the blow of the small tail's concentrated force, and some of the lowly realm arrayers were already stunned by the huge anti-devouring force, and immediately someone stepped forward to fill the position, although the bandits of Jiuque Mountain were still terrified, but the battle was together, but they were skillful and not afraid of death, no wonder Jiuque Mountain could dominate one side, only this discipline can be compared to the army, given time, after Jiuque Mountain has a real great cultivator in charge, it is not impossible to open a sect。

The ordinary swords of Shan Yong and others can't hurt the little tail at all, those low-level talismans and small tails can be offset by a shock, and the branches of the small tail basically can't do any damage to Shan Yong and others, the body of the martial artist in the pneumatic realm is as hard as iron, smart and light, even if it is hit, as long as it is not fatal, at most it will be injured, and there is no major problem.

After half a day, no one on either side could help anyone, Shan Yong found that the branches at Hu Chen's three seals were dancing slowly, and the body of the little tail sometimes even took the initiative to meet the talisman sword that flew in that direction, Shan Yong glanced at Ding Wei and the others, a group of bandits with strong bows and crossbows stood up, and several other siege crossbows that could only be used by the army were slowly pushed out, and the huge arrows flashed with a deep cold light.

Seeing this situation, the little tail attacked more urgently, Shan Yong and the others no longer flew up at this moment but moved up one after another to attack the little tail, the sound of the bowstring crossbow sounded, and the dense bows and arrows shot towards the huge body, the little tail didn't care about these ordinary bows and crossbows, those siege crossbows were the ones that could really cause damage to her, only to hear the sound of 'bang, bang, bang', and the huge arrows of the siege crossbow flashed with cold light and disappeared.

The wicker danced wildly, several crossbow arrows collided with the thick branches, and the huge crossbow arrows were slapped away by the small tail, which frightened a group of bandits to dodge quickly, and the little tail was also injured for the first time, and several huge wicker broke and fell to the ground. The little tail let out an earth-shattering roar, moved its huge body for the first time, and shook the mountains for a while, it turned out that there was a huge arrow that was not towards the little tail, but ran towards Hu Chen and Zhang Sanfeng, and on the other side, Shan Yong and others pounced on the two with a sneer, Hu Chen helped Zhang Sanfeng to be stunned by the momentum carried by the swift siege crossbow arrows, but he couldn't dodge, couldn't resist, and closed his eyes.

At a critical juncture, the little tail moved his huge foot to block the crossbow arrow, and the thick arrow slammed deep into the foot of the little tail, and the little tail suddenly let out a terrible roar that resounded through the sky, Shan Yong Dingwei and others were also blocked by the branches that were always protected by Hu Chen's side, and they could not enter an inch, after the little tail roared, a pair of carriage-sized eyes stared at a few people at their feet with blood-red eyes, Shan Yong and others secretly screamed that it was not good, and several people could not retreat, and were trampled into flesh by the little tail.

The reason why Little Tail didn't stun Hu Chen again this time was that Jiuque Mountain was different from the last time the temple was broken, this time the other party was overwhelmed, and there was a siege crossbow as a killing weapon, she needed Hu Chen to stay awake to protect Zhang Sanfeng's safety.

Hu Chen opened his eyes nervously, and there was a thick tree leg in his eyes, the tree leg was strong and powerful, and at this moment, there was a crossbow arrow the thickness of an adult's thigh that pierced deep into it, and even penetrated the entire huge tree foot, revealing a cold and shining arrow. Hu Chen felt that the little tail must be very painful, he trembled his hands and wanted to help the little tail pull it off, the little tail felt Hu Chen's intention, lowered his head, and his huge eyes flashed a trace of tenderness, as if to say that it didn't matter. Hu Chen nodded silently, tightly protecting Zhang Sanfeng, at this moment, he found that even if the little tail became so huge and terrifying, she was still their little tail.

Seeing that Hu Chen was appeased, the little tail no longer had any worries, roared again and again, countless wickers flew around, some minions who couldn't dodge were rolled up and thrown off the cliff, and even more wicker condensed into fists the size of two houses chased Shan Yong and others to smash them, and several people were smashed into meat pies.

Shan Yong Dingwei couldn't dodge, and was pierced in mid-air by a huge wicker that quickly came out of the ground, and blood spilled in all directions.

A group of bandits saw that several of the major masters of Jiuque Mountain were dead, and there was no one in charge, so they immediately dispersed, and the yellow light curtain also dissipated instantly, but a group of bandits found in despair that the meeting hall had been smashed into ruins by Little Tail's punch, cutting off everyone's back road.

The little tail roared angrily in the sky, the dark clouds in the sky retreated, and a green sword light appeared, and the sword intent was clear, pointing directly at the little tail.

It turned out that while destroying the temple and killing Wanhua, some cause and effect were involved. Wan Huatong himself was a pure martial artist of the middle level of pneumatics, but he somewhere got a talisman that only the disciples of the inner sect of Maoshan had.

The talisman of Maoshan is extremely precious, this talisman is dripping blood to recognize the master, and can be activated by itself when the owner is fatally injured, the talisman often contains the spiritual power infused by the ancestors of Maoshan a vein, which can be compared to their full force, and the little tail was injured because of this, and has not healed so far.

The spirit rune of Maoshan is divided into three levels, and it is rumored that the top rune contains the earth-shattering blow of the ancestor of the founding school, and the power can almost kill the gods and destroy the immortals.

The spirit rune also has a double effect, that is, it has the function of transmitting and positioning, even if the person who wears the talisman is activated after the spirit rune is activated, it will also leave a unique mark of Maoshan on the person who is hit, this mark is only known to the Taoist priest of Maoshan, and the mark will be activated when the person who is hit uses a large amount of aura again, and then the mark will dissipate. In this way, it is convenient for Maoshan masters to track, and it can be said that the two functions of the spirit rune are the biggest capital of Maoshan disciples who travel the world.

Cuiping Temple is the most prestigious Taoist temple in the Maoshan lineage, and it is a holy place for Maoshan sword cultivation. After the Maoshan line was divided into two veins of magic and swordsmanship thousands of years ago, Cuipingguan as the place where Maoshan swordsmanship was completed, whether it was the status of the sect or the strength of Cuipingguan itself, it was second to none in the entire continent.

Heavenly Master Zhang Yuan is slow, the Dao number is Yuan, a high-level monk who is out of the gods, and the magic sword punishes evil.

The evil sword light is full of green, the little tail is like a big enemy, roaring endlessly, she can feel the energy contained in the small green sword light, she can't resist it, roaring, countless wickers rose from the ground, all the bandits were pierced by the wicker in the air, blood was dripping, and there was a blood rain. Another thick branch rolled up Hu Chen and Zhang Sanfeng and sent them to the halfway point of the mountain, the little tail turned his head slightly, his red eyes seemed to have a thousand words to say, Hu Chen's eyes were red, and the huge body of the little tail trembled when facing the little green sword, Hu Chen's hands also trembled, clenched his fists, and his heart was extremely nervous.

Zhang Yuan's face flashed with anger, you are a demon, you dare to act so arbitrarily in front of him, if you don't kill her today, heaven will not tolerate it. The evil sword light was even worse, and a turquoise sword light that exceeded hundreds of zhang locked onto the little tail and slowly cut it down.

"Amitabha!" A chanting sound like a bell sounded, and a huge golden palm rose from the top of Pingluan, supporting the evil that was about to slash head-on to the little tail.

Zhang Yuanslow said in shock: "Caution, the tree demon is bold and reckless, creating such a monstrous sea of blood under your and my eyelids, you don't want to punish the demons, but stop me, your Buddhists have always taken it as their responsibility to subdue demons and eliminate demons, why today?"

The Zen master put his hands together, said the Buddha's name, and said loudly: "Master Zhang, the reason for this cannot be known to you for the time being, but the poor Dao stopped you this time for the sake of your cuiping view, and asked Zhang Tianshi to look at the face of the old man and put this little girl." ”

The words of the Zen master were even more suspicious, but there was this Buddhist power who appeared here to protect the little tail, and he had returned in vain this time.

The top of the little tail's head lost the natural victory of the evil spirit, and the dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more, the thunder was more urgent, and the top of the flat luan reflected by the lightning with the thickness of Dao'er's arm was as white as day.

I don't know when a thin figure has stood in front of the little tail, singing the Buddha horn softly, and the little tail involuntarily changes back to its original size. The monk was dressed in ordinary robes, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, twisting his fingers and smiling, only two slender snow-white eyebrows danced in the wind.

The Zen master lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained little tail and smiled: "You go, I will replace today's calamity, and I hope that the little donor will have mercy in the future and treat all sentient beings kindly, my Buddha is merciful, Amitabha." With a wave of his sleeves, the little tail was already fluttering and reunited with Hu Chenzhang Sanfeng.

The Zen master looked at the dark clouds in the sky, the electric snake danced wildly, smiled slightly, folded his hands, lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, Amitabha, and the Zen chanting suddenly resounded throughout the entire Jiuque Mountain.