"Then why did it run away?"

Feng Qingcheng said through gritted teeth. Purple Pavilion

"Donor, don't you know, the temperament of these monsters is like a storm in the sky, it's hard to guess, if you ask the little monk, I don't know."

The monk said solemnly.

"I've heard of this monster, it's called the White Bone Spirit, the legend says that after the death of the infatuated woman, the heart is unwilling, a breath of yin qi is held in the body, the sun and the moon are running, its body is rotten, this yin qi goes deep into the bones, and it has cultivated a body of mana, which is very powerful."

The monk in front of him patted his chest with palpitations, as if to say that fortunately the white bone spirit ran away, otherwise everyone would have died.

"Bullshit!"

Feng Chengcheng's right foot kicked the ground violently, and suddenly the purple thunder sword flew out of the ground with a bang, and in an instant, the sound of wind and thunder all around it came out, like a thunder tiger roaring, as if the sky was thundering.

But all kinds of visions disappeared in a moment, and the purple thunder sword had already been inserted into the scabbard on Feng Qingcheng's waist, she was so angry that she trembled, turned around and left directly, this monk didn't want to look at it anymore.

Right now, around the West Heaven Buddha Land, the East is nowhere to be found, according to the agreement, if you want to go to the West Heaven Buddha Land to find Haoran righteousness, then go there.

Feng Chengcheng stopped and looked around, it seemed to be in a mountain, surrounded by green trees, and the sound of flowing water in his ears.

She took a deep breath and jumped in the air, where the field of vision was wider, but as far as the eye could see, it was an endless mountain and water, and there was no shadow of the Western Heaven and Buddha Land at all.

"Donor! Donor! Come down, it's useless, the West Heaven Buddha Land is not a place that can be walked by feet! ”

Suddenly, the monk's voice came from below him.

Feng Tingcheng was upset when he heard it, but listening to his words, he seemed to know how to go to the Western Heaven Buddha Land.

As soon as the mind moves, the body is lowered.

"So you know how to get there?"

Feng Qingcheng said with a sneer.

"This is nature, donor, I see that you are not a wicked person, so I will take you on a trip without hindrance."

The monk clasped his palms together and recited Amitabha Buddha again.

"Lead the way."

Feng Qingcheng said coldly.

The monk walked ahead with his head held high.

Feng Chengcheng kept thinking about Dongfang Wuya in his heart, so he didn't speak again.

"Donor, where are you from?"

"Donor, what are you going to do in the West Heaven and Buddha? There are many powerful places to suppress there, and there is no way to make a mistake. ”

"Donor, that white bone spirit rolled up the demon wind and ran away, seeing that you didn't catch up, I'm afraid it will attack again, so what can I do? Even if the two of us work together, I'm afraid we won't be able to defeat it with a finger, and I want to travel thousands of miles to get here......"

Feng Qingcheng was annoyed, so he glared and roared: "You chattered so much along the way, are you annoying!" If the bone spirit you said comes, then it will be applauded! ”

"Donor, this is wrong, I'm serious, with your kung fu, it seems that you are not a person in the upper realm, but ten thousand enemies, I think we should hide at night, otherwise our lives will be lost."

The monk suddenly turned around and sighed, his face very worried.

I really want to slap this monk in the face, Feng Qingcheng gritted his teeth with hatred, but he still has to rely on him to lead the way to the West Heaven Buddha Land, and spare his life first.

After walking all the way forward for about a while, the monk was still gushing, the sun was setting in the west, and it was almost evening.

"Donor, I think this tree hole is good, hide in it, keep the white bone spirit can't find us."

Suddenly, the monk in front of him ran a few steps forward and pointed to a tree hole and said in surprise.

"If you're tired, go in and rest."

Feng Qingcheng said coldly.

"No, donor, both of us are just ordinary people, if we are caught by the white bone spirit, it will inevitably be a death, death is lighter than a feather, death is heavier than Mount Tai, the donor must not be angry, waste his life."

The monk looked worried and spoke.

"Why are you so annoying! Roll in or keep walking! ”

Feng Tingcheng had a green silk without wind and automated, and roared angrily.

But before the words fell, suddenly a gust of wind rolled around, blowing the fallen leaves all over the sky.

"Donor! Donor! The bone spirit is coming! Hide in! ”

The monk lowered his voice and shouted frantically.

"Haha, let me find it easily!"

A shrill voice rang out from among the fallen leaves around them.

Feng Qicheng snorted coldly, and in an instant, the purple thunder sword on his waist roared out, the sky changed color, and gusts of wind and thunder came from far and near.

"Look at your fine skin and tender meat, grab it and cut it into minced meat, and think it will have a flavor."

With the sound of laughter, a voice came from behind itself.

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath, suddenly crossed his left and right feet, turned his body around, and saw a skeleton frame slowly walking towards this side.

Although there is only one skeleton left, the walking posture is still enchanting, the right hand is pinched into an orchid finger and slides down on the head, and the feet are stepping on graceful steps, as if a peerless beauty is greeting everyone's hot eyes.

But in addition to Feng Qicheng, there is only one long-winded monk here.

It was pitch black like a cloud of ink.

"Donor!"

The monk cried out in despair.

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, the skeleton seemed to hear the monk's voice and turned its head to look into the hollow of the tree.

In an instant, I saw her skeleton movements stop in mid-air, and her upper and lower jaws opened wide.

"You ......"

She seemed surprised.

Hum!

Feng Chengcheng had already moved his body in an instant, and the purple thunder sword in his hand flashed like a thunderbolt, cutting through the air and not knowing how many fallen leaves.

Almost instantly, he was already in front of this white bone spirit.

Then there was a rumbling wind and thunder, and countless fallen leaves behind him were instantly blown away and flew all over the sky.

But at the moment when he was about to cut down, suddenly a demonic wind blew in front of Feng Qicheng, and he saw this white bone spirit twitching his body and jumping into the air.

Feng Qingcheng sneered in his heart, what kind of powerful spirit is this, but it's just a skeleton.

The Purple Thunder Sword followed almost instantly, and in an instant, it swung out a few sword qi in mid-air, and this sword qi rose against the wind, and with a few swishing sounds, it hit the body of the white bone spirit.

I heard a few clicks, and the white bone spirit screamed, and its body turned into a white light and rushed to the sky again.

Feng Chengcheng took a deep breath and was about to catch up, but as soon as his feet kicked up, suddenly a sound came from his ears.

"Don't panic! The little monk is here to help! ”

The monk rushed out of the hollow in the tree.

But then I heard a plop, and the monk tripped over something and fell to the ground.

"Donor! I said a long time ago that we are not the opponents of this white bone spirit, I can't imagine that I have come all the way, and I have always fallen short, donor, you go quickly! I've dragged on for a while, and it's better to die alone than two! ”

The monk waved his limbs wildly and shouted.

Feng Chengcheng came back to his senses at this time, and hurriedly looked in the direction where the white bone spirit had fled, but there was still a trace of the white bone spirit.

Listening to the shouts of the monk behind him, Feng Qingcheng was full of depression, turned around and walked a few steps, and slammed the purple thunder sword into the ground.

Immediately, a rumbling sound was heard in his ears, and countless sparks erupted around, and the fallen leaves in mid-air were ignited by the purple-black arc, turning into falling fire butterflies, illuminating this area.

The monk was suddenly stunned at this time, raised his head to look at this side, let out a sigh, and stood up with a rolling belt, patting the mud and sand on his body with both hands, and said, "Whew." Donor, it seems that we are blessed with great fortune this time, and the white bone spirit did not eat us. ”

"I said it before, that thing is no match for me."

Feng Qingcheng said depressedly, if she hadn't relied on this monk to go to the Western Heaven Buddha Land, she would have left him behind a long time ago, and she still listened to so much verbosity.

"How is that possible! That's a skeleton, and it's not something you and I mortals can stop. ”

The monk's eyes widened, and he spoke in surprise.

"Yes, if you hadn't beaten that white bone spirit away, I'm afraid we would have died a long time ago, which is strange."

The monk scratched his head and muttered as if he was puzzled.

Suddenly, I saw that his eyes lit up, and he seemed to have found the answer.

"Donor, it must be because of your sword! This sword must not be mortal, otherwise with your donor's skills, I am afraid that you will be defeated in one round. ”

He said in surprise as he pointed to the Purple Thunder Sword beside Feng Qingcheng.

"Don't you bother, don't talk so much, hurry or rest!"

Feng Qingcheng frowned, his right hand flashed, and the purple thunder sword on the ground was inserted back into his waist in an instant. Darkness returned to all sides.

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