The scholar screamed and rushed to a distance of ten feet from the top of the mountain.

The white skeletal claws on the road had long since fled, but he still jumped high and struck down in the air.

Maybe I think it's handsome, majestic, and powerful.

In fact, it is very stupid for a martial artist or a monk to lose full control of his body. Unless the strength can crush the opponent, such as a goshawk fighting a rabbit. Or you can fly freely and whirl around like a bird.

Bai Wuchang's grinning face did not change at all, and he took a step forward, simple, direct and rude. The mourning stick broke through the mountain like thunder and hit the chest hard.

It's the smartest choice, and it doesn't cost mana.

After seeing that the scholar easily destroyed the green-haired zombie, it was impossible to let him get close.

With a loud "bang", the scholar quickly turned into a small black dot and fell to the foot of the mountain.

This time, he really endured a lot of strength, and he didn't hold the trunk of the tree like last time, and he was afraid that his heart, liver and lungs would be shattered into mud.

Ah, Liu Ruofei let out an exclamation.

There was a muffled sound of "tom", and the foot of the mountain a hundred feet away was dusty.

Strangely, the scholar only gasped for breath after jumping out of the pit, shook off the mud and grass clippings like a dog, and rushed forward again, his mouth full of wow.

"When there is a pawn, little impermanence...... You can't beat Lao Tzu...... Grandpa is here again......"

The legendary King Kong is not bad, but that's it.

Tong Jin and Chunhua's eyes widened.

Seeing that this was the case, Liu Ruofei covered her mouth and chuckled, and fell like a pearl on a jade plate in the quiet night.

Bai Wuchang was not in a hurry, and swung another stick.

The scholar flies, falls, rushes up.

That stick doesn't work.

One more stick.

The scholar flew up again, fell, and rushed up.

Still ineffective.

Yunmeng and the three vaguely saw hope.

After four sticks, Bai Wuchang's strength consumption weakened.

The distance that the scholar flew out became shorter and shorter, from 100 zhang to 80 zhang.

They also saw that Bai Wuchang was testing the other party's bottom line.

The scholar used this to quench his body, as if a red iron ingot was about to be smelted into steel after being beaten repeatedly.

This abacus is fine. After all, where to find such a powerful, generous, and free blacksmith master?

His speed is getting faster and his movements are getting smoother. Every step seems to conform to some kind of mysterious rhythm and rhyme, light and ethereal, but contains infinite power.

When he jumped up for the fifth time and was about to fall, Bai Wuchang changed his moves. With a wave of the mourning stick, a black mist sprayed into the air, and the cold wind was biting in an instant.

This is the sinister aura, the nemesis of the monks.

In the way of cultivation, even though there are many methods, they are all inseparable from quenching the body.

Heaven and earth gather and live beings.

Ordinary monks absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, and if they are lucky, they can find the spiritual vein or the blessed land of the cave to absorb the spiritual energy, refine it into the true qi of their own body, and take off the mortal womb of the flesh in the process of refining.

And the yin qi is yin to the filth, once it invades, not only will the body be damaged, but the true qi that has been cultivated so hard will also be like ink dripping into clear water, and it will be difficult to be pure. Correspondingly, ten percent of mana can only exert one or two.

On the one hand, it is because they harm living beings, and on the other hand, because the evil qi and the spiritual energy are fundamentally opposed, and the two sides are natural enemies.

The scholar shivered in the air and staggered when he landed.

But that's all, the sinister aura that the monks were afraid to avoid did not have a greater impact on him.

The fine goosebumps and faint cyan on the scholar's skin quickly faded, and he let out a tiger roar and jumped up to grab the mourning stick.

Bai Wuchang hurriedly raised the stick, and five clouds of phantoms emerged from the head of the stick, and they grew in the wind, and they were five ghost babies.

The ghost that Tong Jin has always been worried about turned out to be hidden in the mourning stick.

The five ghosts pounced with their teeth and claws, and the scholar didn't know the goods at all, so he punched and hit. Unexpectedly, the fist hit the smoke like a smoke, and there was no hindrance, and the five ghosts "swished" into his body.

Tong Jin screamed, five ghosts devoured his body!

Liu Ruofei's face was worried.

The so-called "ghost upper body" is actually a ghost possession.

As the saying goes, the human body is like the world, and although the pores are slight, they can be closed. Outside the body, the sky is yang, the earth is yin, the sun is yang, the moon is yin, the day is yang, the night is yin, spring and summer are yang, and autumn and winter are yin. In the body, the five internal organs are yin, and the six internal organs are yang.

Among the five organs, the lungs belong to gold, the liver belongs to wood, the kidneys belong to water, the heart belongs to fire, and the spleen belongs to earth.

The ghost cultivator raises the yin soul of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, and burrows into the five organs of the human body. With gold to overcome wood, wood to overcome earth, soil to overcome water, water to overcome fire, and fire to overcome gold, it is many times more powerful than the ordinary "ghost upper body". Often, the blood of the five internal organs is devoured, and the person has not died immediately and becomes a walking corpse.

The scholar froze still, his face was bruised and his upper body was gradually blackened, like a rotting corpse.

Bai Wuchang walked up to the scholar with a smile, his eyes flashing with a strange light, and asked in a hollow and deep voice:

"You...... Be...... Who?"

The scholar was dumbfounded and speechless.

Bai Wuchang stared at the scholar's pupils, and the strange light in his eyes became more and more vigorous, changing and circulating. It seems that the tide rises and falls, and the stars disappear, and it seems that there is nothing in the void of eternity.

The hollow deep voice increased, and he asked:

"Where are you from......"

The pupils of the book life and death fishes contracted suddenly, as if they had been drilled into by something invisible, their brains were frequent, and their bodies shook violently and struggled. After two breaths, he returned to a rigid and stiff posture, and replied word by word:

"I ...... From, very, far, very, far, of, land, square, to ......"

"What's that place called......

"White, Jade, Jing ......"

It was as if a scorching thunder exploded above his head, and the unfathomable Bai Wuchang's body trembled, and he forgot to continue asking.

The old immortal master Tong with a withered expression was looking at this moment, waiting for this moment.

Swish...... A flying needle plunged straight into the white impermanence vest.

This flying needle is the leftover material from the original production of the flying sword, and it is like electricity under the traction of the divine consciousness. The lethality is not very strong, and it cannot be retracted like a flying sword. But there are so many that it is impossible to prevent it.

The old man's pale cheeks flushed as drunken, and he raised up the remnants of his mental power, and dried up the true qi in his body, pouring it out, completely disregarding his life.

Under the moonlight, a cloud of green qi enveloped hundreds of silverfish smaller than embroidery needles and shot at Bai Wuchang's back.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

A foot away from Bai Wuchang's body, those silverfish seemed to be stuck in an extremely viscous cement, desperately shaking their heads and tails without moving a single inch.

In a snap of his fingers, the green qi collapsed, and the flying needle fell.

Tong Jin leaned back slowly, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Because he knew that Liu Ruofei moved. The smart girl has a medium-grade spirit rune in her hand, but she doesn't know how to grasp the fighter plane, and she has been waiting for an opportunity.

He knew that Bai Wuchang had obviously controlled the scholar with his divine thoughts. Even if the three of them shot together, they would attack at the moment when they were distracted after hearing "Bai Yujing", and they would be blocking the car.

But if the scholar is really an immortal, he will inevitably earn a glimmer of clarity and take advantage of the gap to fight back.

Whether he is or not, he can only bet like this.

Liu Ruofei unfolded a piece of rune paper, and poured all the mana into it, not considering that it would damage Dao Ji afterwards.

The totem on the rune paper instantly shone brightly, and a red shadow rushed out, like a flame soaring into the air.

That's the sacred bird, the Suzaku bird.

When the flying needle fell, Suzaku pounced in the blink of an eye. With a sharp beak, a gray wall of qi was immediately revealed around Bai Wuchang's body.

The Vermilion Bird crashed directly into it, pecking with its beak, tearing its claws, and flapping its wings, which was fierce and fierce.

The qi wall was thin in an instant, and a hole was forced out.

However, the body of the divine bird also quickly dissolved and dissolved......

In the midst of lightning, a long sword pierced into the hole in time.

Qingfeng sword, red crisp hand.

Spring flowers swooped down in the air and moved forward.

Ever since Bai Wuchang broke through the Four Elephants Punishment Yin Array, the three of Yunmeng, who were shrinking and waiting for death, suddenly erupted at this moment, one after the other.

They are not the Lambs of Silence.

The tip of the sword was like a piercing of hard gloomy wood, and it made a sound of gold and iron, and the blade of the sword bent.

Bai Wuchang, who was staring at the scholar's pupils, finally blinked, but still didn't turn around, and the mourning stick swept backwards.

Hurricane spurs.

The steel sword broke, the pavilion collapsed, and the three people flew out more than a dozen feet away and fell into the mountains and forests.

From Bai Wuchang's body trembling when he heard the three words "Bai Yujing", to being continuously attacked by flying needles, magic talismans, and steel swords, blinking his eyes and waving his mourning stick, time can pass for a breath.

The clay-like scholar finally moved.

The amplitude was extremely small, but the middle finger of his right hand trembled and aimed at Bai Wuchang's chest, and a little brilliance the size of a grain of rice flew out from his fingertips.

A fierce and fierce aura suddenly descended between the two.

The moonlit night is like the sun.

Bai Wuchang's pupils dilated suddenly, and his smiling face instantly turned into horror. The idea of escaping had just been born, and before he had time to pull out his legs, Mi Li Guanghua sank into his body.

The scholar fell straight back, like a puppet that had lost the control of a silk thread.

Ten breaths later, the unkempt Liu Ruofei climbed to the top of the mountain out of breath. I saw the scholar lying on the ground, and Bai Wuchang was still standing firmly opposite him, motionless and silent.

Surprisingly, the heavy pressure that enveloped the floor disappeared, and the gloomy aura disappeared.

The girl looked at it cautiously in confusion, carefully took out a small jade plaque from her bosom, and tiptoed closer.

A gust of wind blew, and a leaf swirled and cut through Bai Wuper's neck. The head, along with the tall hat, fell to the ground and shattered into powder.

White smoke rises.

What kind of weird spell is this? Thankfully, the wind isn't blowing this way.

The girl couldn't believe her eyes, and stopped, dumbfounded. How could such a strong and domineering impermanence ghost cultivator be made of flour?

The headless body shook, and fell to the ground with the mourning stick, and even the clothes were smashed to ashes.

The wind continued to blow.

Dust flies and spills into the mountains and forests.

After counting the breath, there was no trace of the scene.

Only the collapsed pavilions, the broken trees, and the white bones of the forest can prove that this full moon night is indeed unusual.