In the small temple under the miserable white moonlight, the old man Zhao was lying on the ground and couldn't get up, Zhao Yunsheng was unconscious with half a brick in his hand, Dr. Li didn't know whether he was alive or dead, Mrs. Zhao hugged her husband and cried silently, and the old man Zhou had to pass with less air in and more out of breath. The little hot girl at the entrance of the temple was full of horror, covering her mouth with her hands like a frightened kitten.

In the shadow of the root of the wall that the bonfire could not illuminate, the senior official of the West Gate said intermittently: "Below, below, what's going on......" Before he finished speaking, his head tilted and he didn't move.

Luo Mingjun in a rage must not watch him die like this, every piece of information provided by Ximen Jing is difficult for Luo Mingjun to change, and it will be of great benefit on the way to cultivation.

The soul of the person is scattered, and if he wants to search for the soul, he has to take advantage of his soul before his soul is gone, Luo Mingjun did not recover from his serious injuries, and came to Ximen Jing with his legs, and stuck the wooden staff in his hand on the ground. Bending down to search for the locust wood statue, the bone needle box, and the scalpel on him, he threw them into the distance, and then touched them carefully and found nothing eye-catching, and then stretched out his palm and stuck it to the fontanelle above his head.

Luo Mingjun's primordial god, like the king of the world, appeared in Ximen Jingxuan's mansion, as if he was a god at this moment, the master of everything, domineering and powerful. After some searching, I couldn't find even a trace of the remnant soul. Luo Mingjun was full of regret in his heart, he moved too slowly, so that this kid's soul was gone.

Just when he was unwilling to return to the original god, he suddenly found that this piece of heaven and earth rotated, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge whirlpool, deep and turbulent, boundless, and vast. It's too late to quit, and the original god is like a teddy bear in the dryer, and his body spins involuntarily.

There was a person standing on top of the whirlpool, it was Ximen Jing, and he who was still in the world just now seemed to be just a drop in the ocean, and he didn't even dare to look at the other party. In an instant, Luo Mingjun understood that at this moment he was a god, the true master of this world, and he was not even an ant. The god-like Ximen Jing, with a smile on his face, stretched out a finger and gently tapped it towards the ant.

In the courtyard of the small temple, Luo Mingjun slowly withdrew his palm, as if he was stupid, looking at Ximen Jing who slowly opened his eyes in front of him.

"Xiao Ming, when you cook walnut cheese later, do you like to put more sugar or less?" Ximen Jing slowly stood up with his hand on the wall and said this unbelievable sentence.

I saw Luo Mingjun, who had white hair, suddenly showed a childish smile on his face, and said happily: "Put more sugar, put more sugar, and add rose silk ......" At this moment, he was like a five or six-year-old naughty boy, jumping up and down in a circle.

At this moment, next to the cane inserted on the ground, another Luo Mingjun suddenly appeared, his face was full of rage, and he roared: "It is in vain to destroy my Yuan Shen, the old man himself is immortal, and he can immediately copy another one." ”

Ximen Jing smiled slightly, snorted, and said, "Girl, it's now!"

The locust wood statue thrown on the ground suddenly emitted a wisp of white mist, and in an instant, it turned into a girl with long hair reaching the ground next to Luo Mingjun's deity, stretched out her hands and gently patted Luo Mingjun's heart.

A white mist rose from Luo Mingjun's body, and the ice quickly spread upwards from under his feet, and his shoes, robes, sleeves, neck, face, and even hair, eyebrows, and beards were frozen in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the little hot girl at the gate of the temple ran a few steps, raised the pistol with both hands, and suddenly pulled the trigger. In the dazzling muzzle flame, Luo Mingjun's head, like a chilled watermelon thrown from a height, shattered into countless pieces with the sound of gunfire.

Ximen Jing stretched out his hand and grabbed the straight knife, and shouted: "The knife is coming!"

Cang Chang let out a soft roar, and the straight knife flew into the air, and it was falling into his hand, and Ximen Jing burst into shouting: "This is the real - Blizzard Slash!"

The straight knife was held high above his head, and the blade seemed to be slow and urgent, with the momentum of ten thousand jun, and when it fell in the air, a fierce and violent wind swept by, the bonfire was extinguished, and the snow exploded.

When the wind and waves were calm, everyone looked at it, and a thin ditch was ploughed out of the snow on the ground, and Luo Mingjun's deity and doppelganger turned into four pieces and fell into the dust.

Putting the knife back into its sheath, Ximen Jing shook his head slightly and sighed: "It's still a little bit wrong, hey!"

After saving the life and helping the injured, fortunately, only the old man Zhao's leg injury was aggravated, and the others were all minor injuries, and the only one who made Ximen Jing helpless was Dr. Li.

This spiritual warrior who is hidden in the world, his external injuries are still down, his spiritual origin is almost exhausted, to the point where the oil is exhausted, and the immortals are unable to return to the sky.

Ximen Jing instilled a wisp of pure aura in him, and Dr. Li slowly opened his eyes. Old man Zhao held his hand with a sad expression, and shouted softly: "Lao Li, Lao Li, you ......"

Doctor Li smiled indifferently and said intermittently: "Old chief, more, take care, I, I'll talk to this kid, talk a few words......"

Old man Zhao snorted, and with the support of his son, he slowly walked away, leaving the space to them.

This is the first spiritual monk he has met since Ximen Jing's cultivation, and he has a thousand words in his heart that he wants to ask, but time waits for no one, and Dr. Li can't last long. In order to exchange more information, Ximen Jing held his hand, and the two talked in spirits.

After a long time, Dr. Li's eyes were burning and he stared at Ximenjing's eyes, and Ximenjing nodded with difficulty. A relieved Dr. Li smiled at the corner of his mouth and slowly closed his eyes.

With tears hanging from the corners of his eyes, Ximen Jing flattened his body, held some clean white snow, and wiped off the blood stains and mud for him, and the Zhao family, including the little hot girl, came over and wiped him like Ximen Jing.

Ximen Jing turned his head to Old Man Zhao and said, "If Doctor Li wants to be buried quickly, he will be buried in this nearby valley, this is his only last word!"

That night, in a clearing in the woods outside the small temple, a new grave was erected. Ximen Jing, who was holding a sapper shovel, filled in the last handful of soil, stood there and said silently: "I didn't expect that it was the old-timers who blocked the avalanche for me, otherwise, I am afraid that my bones are cold at this moment." ”

A stone slab was slowly carved into a tombstone in Ximenjing's hands. As he ticked, he reflected on the conversation he had just had with Dr. Lee.

After a short contact, Ximen Jing obtained a lot of information. The moment the spirits came into contact, it was as if the two were talking face to face.

"Bastard boy, do you know why I stopped you from treating Zhou Lao? I saw you at first sight that you were a spiritual scholar, the mysteries in the Xuanfu, even if you were a saint, you didn't dare to explore it easily, you are a hairy boy who has just stepped into the path of cultivation, where you move is simply looking for death. ”

"Later, I deliberately let you do it, not to hurt you, but to let you retreat in the face of difficulties, but I didn't expect you to be cured by mistake, hey, it's also Zhou's life. ”