Flying Yaksha suddenly broke free from the thorn cage in one fell swoop, and Flying Heaven was the most ferocious attack, Nie Xiaoqian, who had exhausted the wood qi and had no sword in hand, sank into the ground with a tangible and intangible ghost body at a critical moment, dodging the attack.

However, although the underground is safe, she cannot hide underneath forever, because the Flying Yaksha threatens to kill the entire temple.

"What should I do?"

Nie Xiaoqian's heart was anxious, and her mind was full of thoughts.

In her cognition, the ghost is a kind of energy body, the Taiyin Qi is a kind of energy body, the Wen Qi is a kind of energy body, the belief and thought are also a kind of energy body, and even the wood qi is also a kind of energy body.

So she thought of the moonlight and the qi of Taiyin for the first time from the "Taiyin Refining Method", but then vetoed it.

The moonlight is excellent tonight, but to borrow the moonlight, you need a quiet and undisturbed environment. The Flying Yaksha outside was eyeing her, and it was impossible to leave her time and space to borrow the moonlight.

Then she thought of the literary tone, moisturizing the body silently, and the endless literary tone. It's just that the tone has never been broken, but it's not very much, and it's not enough to use it to deal with the Flying Yaksha.

Eventually, the idea of faith jumped into my mind.

Wood qi is an energy body derived from flowers and trees, which can mimic plants and change in all directions.

So can the idea of faith also be used as a means of attack?

She is not Gu Niang, she only lives in the statue of Gu Niang, but all along, she has spared no effort to help the nearby villagers, it can be said that she is not Gu Niang, but better than Gu Niang, otherwise Flying Yaksha would not call her "Gu Niang" very bluntly.

It's just that she found that the more she absorbs the beliefs of good men and women, the closer she is connected to Gu Niang Temple, and even occasionally has the illusion that she is connected to Gu Niang Temple by blood.

And this illusion of blood connection gives her a powerful ability to perceive.

As long as she is in the Gu Niang Temple. Any grace and grass movement within the scope of Gu Niang Temple is in her perception.

If she continues like this, one day, Gu Niang Temple will become a dojo that truly belongs to her.

Nie Xiaoqian was worried that if she absorbed too many beliefs, she would become a real Gu Niang and be bound to this land forever. So after there was no danger of her soul being scattered, she no longer absorbed the idea of faith, and it has been more than half a year to this day.

In the past six months, the incense of Gu Niang Temple has been flourishing, and there is an endless stream of pilgrims who come to the temple to worship God every day. She couldn't estimate how many faith thoughts had accumulated in the statue of Gu Niang.

Nie Xiaoqian, who was disconnected from the statue of Gu Niang, moved her mind, and the accumulated thoughts of faith immediately seemed to be a stream rushing down from the mountain. Rushing to come.

"Feasible?"

She clearly felt that when the thoughts of faith arrived, they were like a ball of pure water, constantly changing shape with her thoughts, and she couldn't help but be overjoyed.

So the next moment, she rose from the ground and appeared on the ground, unconsciously chanting a few words in her mouth, and pinching the sword trick of "A Flash of Heaven and Punishment of the Sword Dao".

She knows how to attack. In addition to "Yimu Jue", it is "A Flash of Heaven and the Way of the Sword".

"Otogi Jue" needs wood gas as an energy source, which is unthinkable for the time being. She used "A Flash of Heaven to Punish the Way of the Sword".

At this time, she had no sword in her hand, but a sword in her heart.

Above her head, in the void invisible to ordinary people, the thoughts of faith converged into a sword, condensed every minute.

The idea of faith comes from people and represents people's will. Countless ideas of faith represent the hearts of all peoples, and the ideas of faith she borrowed are for the sake of saving all peoples, and they are the sword of the living.

Furthermore. Her sword technique - "A Flash of Heaven and Punishment of the Sword", the last style of the sword technique, a flash of the Heaven.

Heaven is punished, heaven is punished, and it is the evil ghost Yaksha who kills all peoples.

It can be said that the human heart is the heart of heaven, the heart of heaven is my heart, and the sword intent is as she intended.

The flying yaksha, who was clamoring to kill the homeless, heard Nie Xiaoqian's recitation, returned to the horse pistol, and swung the fork to kill.

Its blow is a powerful blow, fierce and vicious, and has the ability to break the earth.

However, when it flapped its wings, raised its fork to kill, and just rushed halfway, a sword intent suddenly exploded from Nie Xiaoqian's body as if it exploded.

This sword intent was so huge that it filled the entire side courtyard in an instant after it burst out

Everything in the side yard, a stone table, a few stone benches, walls, porches, pillars......

In an instant, as if they had been slashed by countless sharp blades, they all fell apart silently.

Flying Yaksha saw a almost transparent, faintly visible handleless sword, which shot head-on, and collided with the tip of his steel fork.

In the blink of an eye, it witnessed in horror that in its hand, it had absorbed the evil qi yin qi corpse qi, killed countless people, and the indestructible hundred-for-one steel fork was shattered inch by inch.

Ga!

Seeing the handleless sword shatter the steel fork and kill it head-on, the Flying Yaksha screamed in horror and flapped his wings and flew quickly, wanting to escape from the sky.

But before it moved, it felt that the air around it seemed to be viscous, and the whole thing seemed to be stuck in the swamp and mud, and the sharp sword intent was like a huge net, tightening from all directions, little by little.

The frightened Flying Yaksha felt that at this moment, no one in the heavens and the world could save him.

Sure enough, in the next moment, the handleless sword suddenly shattered into countless handleless small swords the size of willow leaves, and stabbed at it.

The sword formed by the convergence of faith and thoughts, do whatever you want.

The Flying Yaksha is the head of the eight Yaksha under the seat of the City God, under the number of gods, above ten thousand people, it has always been majestic, where is willing to die in the hands of a little Mao God who was indiscriminately sealed by the small people.

"A flash of rain weaving!"

It's just that the small sword made of the broken handleless big sword is not a wooden thorn, and countless small swords are like a frightened dragon, like a swimming dragon, falling from the sky, like weaving like rain, and impenetrable to the wind.

The dying and struggling Flying Yaksha turned around sharply and dodged dozens of small swords, but there were still dozens of small swords sneering through his body, and the wings under the Flying Yaksha's ribs were suddenly full of holes.

It screamed and fell to the ground.

The steel was cast like iron, like the scales of heavy armor, it should have been invulnerable, but it was covered with wounds cut by the small sword, and it was dripping with blood, falling to the ground, and wisps of green smoke bloomed.

The blood of the Flying Yaksha was acidic and poisonous, and as soon as it landed, it was scorched black with a bluestone slab.

Nie Xiaoqian noticed that the Heart Sword Imperial Envoy in the air was tighter.

Such a terrible beast must not be allowed to escape, otherwise the outcasts do not know how many will die under its claws.

The small sword fell from the sky, killing the Flying Yaksha and submerging it into the ground.

The Flying Yaksha hurriedly flapped his wings, intending to fly high.

But its fleshy wings were already in tatters, and it barely managed to get a few feet off the ground when it heard the sound of the ground swishing.

But it was the small sword that was submerged in the ground and returned to the source, converging into a big sword and breaking through the ground.

"A flash of heaven!"

The thought of the sword in the heart sneered, and the momentum was like a bamboo, shooting through the body of the Flying Yaksha, and the wind broke through the sky.

The moonlight is shining, and flesh and blood are flying.

(Tomorrow, that is, Sunday, Sunday, resolutely three watches.) (To be continued.) )