Yan Chixia's eyes flashed, and she took Ning Caichen into a Buddha hall on the side to hide from the rain. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as he entered the Buddha hall, the dark clouds outside quickly dispersed again, and the rain suddenly stopped.

Fortunately, the oil had already stained the trees, and the rain did not dissipate it.

"It's a strange rain." Ning Caichen looked at his wet clothes and frowned.

"Of course it's weird." Yan Chixia sneered.

He said to Ning Caichen: "Later, I will take the torch to light the oil of fire, and if there are any more clouds in the sky, you will recite your "Golden Sutra of the Sun." ”

Ning Caichen frowned and pondered, and suddenly shouted, "You mean that the rain was done by that tree demon?" ”

"What do you think?" Yan Chixia glanced at Ning Caichen like a fool.

The little fear in Ning Caichen's heart that was made by his disdainful eyes was quickly replaced by righteous indignation: "This damn dryad, it's still doing things at this time!" ”

"Killing pigs and slaughtering sheep will all resist, let alone an old demon with a thousand years of Taoism?" Yan Chixia said disapprerovingly, "But the more it struggles like this, the faster it will die." ”

"It's not going to be a climate anymore!" Yan Chixia suddenly sighed.

Ning Caichen nodded heavily and took out the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" from his arms.

The lease is for one day, so he still has half a day to use it.

When the rain stopped, the two walked out of the temple and came to the big tree.

Yan Chixia took out the fire fold, lit the torch in her hand, and approached the big locust tree drenched with fire oil.

As before, as he walked past, the sky was cloudy again.

Seeing that the rain was about to fall, Ning Caichen opened the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and directly recited the incantation.

A mysterious energy fluctuation came out, causing the big tree in front of him to suddenly shake violently.

Yan Chixia's complexion changed, she put the torch under her armpit, bit her fingers, drew talismans in her palm, and said: "Heaven and earth are endless, Qiankun borrows the law!" ”

He reached out and struck at the big locust tree in front of him.

Bang!

A loud noise came suddenly, and immediately there was a scorched black on the tree.

The dark clouds in the sky instantly dispersed, and the daylight fell again.

Faintly, Ning Caichen heard a miserable scream, which was difficult to distinguish between men and women.

"Hurry up!" Yan Chixia shouted.

As he spoke, he had already ignited the oil in front of him with the torch in his hand.

Seeing this, Ning Caichen hurriedly took out another torch and burned it towards the adjacent branch.

As soon as the flame touched the oil, it spread rapidly.

This thick thousand-year-old locust tree was soon enveloped in flames.

Dark clouds drifted in the sky again.

With the previous experience, without waiting for Yan Chixia's reminder, Ning Caichen opened the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" and recited the incantation, and Yan Chixia even took out the Xuanyuan Divine Sword behind him.

The dark clouds have dispersed, and the entire locust tree has become a fire tree!

"Stinky Daoist, do you really want to fight with me?" A voice that was neither male nor female suddenly came from the burning tree.

"Suffer death," Yan Chixia sneered, "Dead old woman, good and evil have not been separated since ancient times, since you dare to hurt kind people, of course I will get rid of you!" ”

"You dead Taoist!"

With this angry voice, a tongue suddenly flew out of the tree wrapped in fierce flames, and that tongue was directed towards Yan Chixia.

For the dying struggle of the tree demon grandmother, Yan Chixia had already prepared.

It wasn't night now, daytime was his main battlefield, not to mention that he had already broken the opponent's Law Body.

In this case, Yan Chixia easily cut the outstretched tongue short just by swinging her sword.

At the same time, the roots of the trees emerged from the feet of the two like fierce poisonous snakes, and were cut off by Yan Chixia.

Ning Caichen was nervous in his heart, but when he thought of Nie Xiaoqian, who was about to get out of trouble, he suddenly felt full of energy.

His eyes widened as he chanted the incantation from the Golden Sutra of the Sun, keeping the roots of the trees that were approaching him like poisonous snakes three meters away.

The Dryad's offensive is becoming more and more weak.

Its original cries of threat were replaced by pleas for mercy.

"Be forgiving and forgiving, it's not easy for me to cultivate for thousands of years, you should have a little merit."

"The two heroes spare their lives, I don't eat scholars, I am willing to give Xiaoqian to you."

"Please let me go, these beautiful slaves and maids under my command can be given to the two heroes, and I swear that I will never eat people again."

"Spare your life."

"Help."

……

Feeling the change in its tone, the resentment in Ning Caichen's heart faded a little. He was in a good mood, and he felt like he was out of breath.

The expression on Yan Chixia's dark face gradually relaxed, and excitement appeared in her eyes.

Until the scorching sun fell in the west, only an hour or two before dark, the weak voice of the tree demon grandmother became hideous again: "You will definitely regret it, kill me, the old demon of Montenegro will not let you go!" ”

A wisp of green smoke flew out of the ashes in front of him.

The roots of the tree that kept trying to get close to Ning Caichen also turned into a cloud of flying ash.

The sky above the entire Lanruo Temple suddenly became clear, and the oppressive aura that enveloped the place also disappeared.

The plants that had been gray and dusty had sprouted a new brilliance, as if they had been resurrected from the original dead silence.

"Is it dead?" Ning Caichen's voice came from the front of the Buddha hall.

"Dead!" Yan Chixia wiped the sweat from her forehead and sat on the steps in front of the Buddha hall.

"Haha, haha......" Ning Caichen looked up to the sky and laughed, and there was indescribable joy in his tone.

Looking at his broken robe, Yan Chixia also had a smile on her face.

His smile quickly turned into a laugh as well.

The two eventually embraced.

"Xiaoqian is finally free." Ning Caichen said.

Yan Chixia nodded: "This thousand-year-old demon tree that is the cause of the disaster has finally been removed. ”

"Thank you." Ning Caichen bowed towards Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia helped him up, shook her head and said, "If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I would still be trying to find a way to fight with it, and in the end, at most, I would seal it, and it would be impossible to completely eradicate it." ”

The two exchanged politeness, and Ning Caichen said with some embarrassment: "Qiao Gongzi said that after the death of a thousand-year-old monster, there will inevitably be a demon crystal that condenses its mana, and that thing can be exchanged for space-time coins in the tavern. ”

Yan Chixia naturally knew this, but after getting "Dugu Nine Swords" and "Pure Yang Wuji Gong", he didn't have anything he urgently needed for the time being, so he waved his hand at Ning Caichen and said, "You go and find it." ”

Ning Caichen gratefully arched his hand towards Yan Chixia, and hurriedly walked towards the big locust tree that had been burned to black ash.

After rummaging in the black ash for more than ten minutes, Yan Chixia finally only found a piece of wood the size of a finger joint.

The wood was cyan and full of life, standing out in the pile of black ash.