I saw that the wooden doors and windows suddenly withered in spring, and branches and vines grew.

These vines wrapped Xu Yuan's hands and feet, and then sent them to Zhang Zhenren.

"This is a small creation technique, if the small cloud and rain technique is gestation, then the small creation technique is an overdraft." Zhang Zhenren, "Sometimes I am hungry, and I will use small cultivation techniques to give birth to a few favorite melons and fruits, but the tree species often die because of this. ”

"These are all taught to you by the teacher in the future, and you can feel more now."

As he spoke, the vines groped in Xu Yuan's arms.

But the next moment, a vine suddenly smoked.

It touched the ancient book sword sticker!

"In front of this thing, all laws are shattered, and the old man needs to come and get it himself." Zhang Zhenren seemed to be explaining, and it seemed to be teaching Xu Yuan.

He walked over and reached for the sticker.

Zheng!

The next moment, the sword was attached to the sword and the sword was full of energy.

It was as if it was going to pierce the world.

Zhang Zhen's figure exploded, and the long hair on his sideburns was cut off alive.

The hand he had just touched with the sword sticker trembled slightly, and black smoke came out, almost hurting him.

Zhang Zhenren's face became extremely ugly, and he muttered: "The god recognizes the master? How so? How can they recognize you as Lord? That's impossible...... This ......"

Zhang Zhenren looked at Xu Yuan, and there was no pity in his eyes.

On the contrary, there is ...... Pity.

Xu Yuan subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

This look was a little resolute.

Didn't this old man say that he would take himself as an apprentice?

Now what does it mean to have an expression of cannibalism?

You're so good that you're also a Jindan monk, you can't break your word!

"The gods recognize the master, and no one else can touch it, unless ......" Zhang Zhenren, "unless its lord is killed, the rest of the people can compete again." It's a pity, you should have been a good apprentice. ”

"Real person, maybe there's another solution?" Xu Yuan's face turned pale.

At this moment, he truly felt the fear of death.

"There's no way." Zhang Zhenren, "The sword qi of the sword sticker has restrained me, not to mention that I don't have much time to spend on this, most of my traces have been leaked, and I can't tell when an enemy will come to the door." ”

"But you said you wanted to take me as an apprentice, and you said you wouldn't hurt my life!" Xu Yuan shouted that the other party did not talk about martial arts.

"When it comes to it, nature is the best. But if he can't do it, the old man can only regret it. Zhang Zhenren stopped talking and raised his hand.

Sou!

The Dark Moon Wheel beside him began to spin and approached Xu Yuan.

There is a great terror between life and death.

In the face of death, some people will have numb hands and feet, their souls will go out of their bodies, and they will accept their fate in advance.

But when some people face death, they will stimulate the strongest desire to survive, so as to burst out of energy that they do not have on a daily basis.

This is the most intuitive observation of human nature.

Courage or cowardice can often only be seen at this time.

And Xu Yuan found that he was the brave one.

In an instant, his face turned fierce.

Even if Lao Tzu is just a mosquito, he will bite you with a tube of blood before he dies!

Not to mention an individual?

"Flying Star!"

Although Xu Yuan was bound, he had already refined his natal magic weapon and had the same mind.

The flying star in his sleeve instantly shot out, turning into a cold light.

Zhang Zhenren's pupils shrank, and he only saw a cold glow.

"Fly like a meteor, see it and die! What a domineering short sword, this thing, a big murderer! Zhang Zhenren said as he spoke, and the bright moon jade pendant hanging from his waist shone brightly.

A layer of moonlight shrouded him in front of him.

This thing is his body protection magic weapon, and among the defensive magic weapons of the Jindan monk, I am afraid it can be ranked in the top ten.

It is a collection of nine heavenly moon jade, calcined under the true fire of Samadhi for 7749 years, before it is refined.

It was also thanks to Zhang Zhenren's idleness in his early years that he refined these things, how could ordinary monks be willing to spend so much time refining a magic weapon?

But there is always a reward for the effort, and this Mingyue Jade Pei helped Zhang Zhenren block a lot of troubles, and I think it is worth it.

Click!

Flutter!

Zhang Zhenren's expression was shocked!

He slowly lowered his head, only to see that the Flying Star Short Sword had stabbed him in the abdomen.

It's not deep, but it's already bloody.

And the bright moon jade pendant has turned into two halves, and it fell to pieces on the ground.

"This ......" Zhang Zhenren couldn't believe it.

A large amount of black smoke began to come out of him.

In the black smoke, it was as if an evil demon was roaring.

Zhang Zhenren wanted to pull out the Flying Star Sword, but his hand was bounced away by the Flying Star Sword.

I saw that on the flying star short sword, a blue light appeared, and this light looked from a distance, and it turned out to be a blooming cyan lotus.

"Qinglian! This is...... This is Li Fangge's sword! How could it be ......" Zhang Zhenren's voice changed, and he was faintly heavy.

The black mist condensed, like another Zhang Zhenren, it was rooted in Zhang Zhenren's body, but it seemed to be being squeezed out.

Xu Yuan has seen such a situation once.

When the big black dog barked at Zhou Ming, Zhou Ming made a heavy sound, and the fox demon on his body also loomed.

So...... This is the essence of the inner demon!

Originally, he had completely controlled Zhang Zhenren's heart demon, and was injured by the Flying Star Short Sword. Zhang Zhenren has awakened his self and is fighting against his demons.

But it's a pity that the demon is too strong, and Zhang Zhenren's self is gradually being suppressed back.

The black smoke Zhang Zhenren is returning to Zhang Zhenren's body, and he is about to return to his body.

At this moment, Xu Yuan was completely unable to intervene.

But in the dark, he felt that he should do something.

He only felt that his eyes were hot, and subconsciously, he looked at Zhang Zhenren, ran the true yuan of his whole body, gathered in his eyes, and shouted: "Demon!" ”

Airplanes!

In an instant, a golden light burst out from Xu Yuan's eyes, shining on Zhang Zhenren!

"It's ...... Sharp-eyed! Zhang Zhenren shouted out in a heavy voice, with hatred, panic, and fear in his voice.

"It's not visible yet!"

The essence in Xu Yuan's eyes was even more vigorous, and in the golden light, the black shadow behind Zhang Zhenren trembled.

"Nope! No! No! Zhang Zhenren shouted, but the heavy voice gradually disappeared.

Only the magic voice continued: "Why! Why does a mortal have fiery eyes! No...... No...... Yes! ”

Black smoke popped out of Zhang Zhenren's body.

The black hair on Zhang Zhenren's head instantly turned white, and his face became haggard, but the whole person's shape and temperament were very different, especially a pair of eyes, which became extremely clear.

A flame rose from the palm of his hand, pressing it towards the black smoke of his madness.

The black smoke tried to dodge, but the golden light shone on it, and it couldn't move at all.

On the contrary, Zhang Zhenren's actions are completely unhindered.

"Samadhi true fire, refine it for me! The impurities of the demons in my heart have messed with my heart, and now that I have regained my clarity, you should disappear! The flame in Zhang Zhenren's hand became more and more vigorous.

"Ahh

After a stick of incense, with a scream, the black smoke finally dissipated completely.

In the entire City God Temple, there are no more evil demons.

Burst!

Zhang Zhenren spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

He reached out and pulled out the Flying Star Sword on his abdomen, and this time he was unhindered.

It can be seen that the sword wound is not serious.

Zhang Zhenren breathed cross-legged, and the chaotic aura on his body was rapidly regaining stability.