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Chen Jing stood in front of the River Temple and looked in the direction of Heqian Village, he didn't know this girl, but he recognized her spells. And it's the kind that will never be forgotten. Using all things as talismans, and then turning into various spiritual objects to attack the enemy, this is a means only available to the Immortal Rune Sect. Although talismans are nothing in heaven and earth, the Immortal Rune Sect's method of making talismans from anything is quite unique.

The big red shrimp and shells climbed up from the river, and they stood next to Chen Jing on the left and right, and they didn't even make a sound.

In the middle of the moon, Chen Jing was already sitting on the threshold of the River Temple again. The big red shrimp body was the size of a red pig of more than 200 catties, lying on Chen Jing's right. The shell was covered in green, the size of a millstone, and was covered in a faint mist, and if you looked closely, you would see that she was not touching the ground. Today they didn't ask Chen Jing any more questions about his cultivation.

The calm night was broken by the sound of footsteps in the distance, from which it could be heard that the man was running, and that his body must be very light.

The big red shrimp had already raised her head, looking at the direction of the river embankment, a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl ran up panting, and shouted loudly before she got close: "Oh no, someone is coming to smash your house again." ”

"What, who wants to smash it, when my old shrimp is dry mud!" The big red shrimp sprang up and roared loudly. After a few steps, he had reached the edge of the embankment, glanced at the bottom of the embankment, suddenly turned around, and shouted loudly: "Oh no, Lord River, the one who rides the paper crane is carrying a big hammer to smash the temple." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he returned to Chen Jing's side, and a woman had already walked up from under the river embankment. It was the one who smashed the idol all afternoon. The hair is still a little disheveled, the willow eyebrows are curved, the chin is pointed, and the person is very beautiful, but he carries a huge hammer on his shoulder.

She was slightly stunned when she saw the big red shrimp and shells in front of the river temple, and then strode over, without saying a word, the sledgehammer was held high, shrouded in clear light, and smashed straight down towards Chen Jing. In an instant, the wind was blowing, and there was a faint feeling of cracking the ground. The big red shrimp shouted angrily, and a pair of big red tongs were already raised high, blocking the giant hammer. But there was a crisp sound, and then the big red shrimp shouted angrily, and a mist surged up from his body, and his body exploded to the size of a horse, and he threw himself at the woman.

The woman didn't seem to be a martial artist, she would only hold a sledgehammer and smash it at the big red shrimp, and the big red shrimp just didn't know any spells, and she also held a pair of big tongs to collide with the woman, and it was difficult to distinguish for a while.

The little white dragon stood aside with his mouth open, looking at it in surprise. After only looking at them for a while, she circled around them, occasionally crouching down to look, pointing with her fingers, and muttering words in her mouth.

After about an hour, the battle was finally over. The big red shrimp was paralyzed on the ground, and the woman was also holding the sledgehammer, panting heavily, looking at Chen Jing fiercely. She is not a martial artist, but she is a law cultivator, and her mana drives the hammer of Fu Huacheng to fight hard and evenly, but if the big red shrimp really fights with her life and death, she must not be the opponent of the big red shrimp.

Chen Jing looked at the ground and didn't look at her.

"Demon, come and kill me." She suddenly said with hatred: "Come on, come and kill me." ”

Chen Jing finally raised his head, and he finally remembered that he had heard such words when he was in the Immortal Fu Sect.

"I want to avenge my father today, I want to avenge my second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, and I want to avenge the senior brothers of the Immortal Fu Sect......" The woman said loudly, and now she didn't even make a sound of the big red shrimp, and turned her head to look at Chen Jing.

"Demon, aren't you very powerful! You're going to kill me, you're going to kill me......" the woman cried out loud.

Chen Jing finally raised his head, looked at her, was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "I won't kill you." ”

"You've killed so many people, not too many of me." The woman cried.

Chen Jing didn't say anything more, and the woman just stared at Chen Jing, and it was quite quiet in front of the River Temple for a while. After another hour or so, the woman regained her strength and raised the hammer towards the river temple. The big red shrimp hurriedly stopped in front of Chen Jing. But this time, she didn't come to smash Chen Jing anymore, but came to the edge of the River Temple and smashed it towards the temple wall.

A hammer slammed down, making a muffled sound.

In her heart, she just wanted to knock down the temple so that Chen Jing could no longer enjoy the incense, and scolded while smashing it: "Deceive the world and steal your name, call yourself a god in vain, you should go to hell, a thousand cuts, and you will not be able to live forever." ”

The moment she smashed down, the river temple was shrouded in a milky white glow. However, Chen Jing's face suddenly changed greatly, and his soul shook, as if the wound on his head in the underworld began to scar again, it was the kind of pain that was wrapped around his soul.

"Bang...... Bang...... Bang......"

There was a muffled sound, as if it was smashed into Chen Jing's heart, on his once broken head.

The big red shrimp looked at her, then looked at Chen Jing, and found that he couldn't see Chen Jing's face clearly at all, because he was now a divine soul manifestation. He wanted to go to the Yin Block, but Chen Jing stopped him. The shell still stood quietly, but turned a few times. The little white dragon was squatting next to her, holding his hands on his knees, looking curious.

This kind of pain was not good at first, but as time went on, every hammer was heartbreaking, if Chen Jing had a physical body, he must have trembled all over, and now the soul that made him sit in front of the temple looked in the eyes of the big red shrimp and the others as if it was about to drift away at any time.

"Since I am guilty of sin, I deserve this punishment. Although I can't be tortured and atoned for in the yin world, let me suffer from this soul refining in the yang world. ”

Refining the heart, refining the soul, and practicing are everywhere.

This night is destined to be unpeaceful, and from then on, there was one more temple smasher in front of the Xiuchun Bend River Temple.

In a mountain pavilion, Li Chen was sitting on a stone table in it. The mountain breeze blows in, bringing bursts of floral fragrance.

Suddenly, she waved her hand into the silent void, and a streamer of light vanished into the void.

"Ding ......" The clear and faint sound of gold and iron is scattered in the secluded valley.

Then a circle of aura waves silently swayed on the mountainside in the distance, blowing the flowers and trees in the mountain with a rattling sound. On the top of a green pine tree in the waist of the mountain, a Taoist appeared there, dressed in a dark Taoist robe, carrying two swords on his back, one blue and one purple, crossed on his back like a huge pair of scissors.

If you look at his back, he is just a sword monk with a slender and calm body, but he has a pair of long white eyebrows on the front, although he looks young, but it is difficult to forget at a glance.

A flash of light flew by, and with a clip of two fingers from the dust in the void, there was an extra touch of clear sword blade, if Chen Jing saw it, he would find that this sword was more condensed. The light of the blade of the sword reflected in Lichen's eyes.

"Poor Dao Shu Mountain Changmei has seen Taoist friends." The man stood on his chest with one palm, lowered his head slightly, and said without arguing.

Lichen's fingertips moved slightly, and the blade was gone. He didn't answer, but just took off the wine gourd from his waist and raised his head to take a sip, and when he drank, his eyes were still looking at the long-eyebrow Taoist. From a distance, the expression gives people a sense of arrogance.

The wine entered Sakura's mouth and moistened her red lips, closed her eyes and swallowed lightly. Then he looked no more at the long eyebrow, and the long brow did not speak again, but stood quietly on a pine branch in the mountainside. A wisp of mountain wind floated up wrapped in the mountain mist and stuck to his robe.

After a long time, he finally spoke again: "I heard that Daoyou once fought with the Kunlun heirs in Jiuhua Prefecture? ”

"You're no match for him." He said without opening his eyes.

"Hehe, Jiaolong King's profound mana and a river of spiritual power borrowed the power of heaven into Kunlun and finally died, but I heard that a small river god in his river region escaped, which shows that the law has thousands of merits, and the mysteries are different. You are not me, how do you know that I am not his opponent. ”

Lichenyan opened his eyes, looked at the long-eyebrow Taoist arrogantly, and said after a while: "The land of the Evil Water and the Poor Mountains is full of sky-swallowing toads!" ”

"Hehe, the dangerous peak has a strong pine." Changmei said unhurriedly, his tone was slow, but his words were equally confident and proud, and he said: "I heard that Daoyou's swordsmanship is unparalleled......

"Groaning ......"

Before Changmei finished speaking, the sword in Lichen's hand had already flown out, and a faint sword groan sounded in the void at the same time.

A silver-white sword light flew out, and clouds and smoke rose in the valley.

A flash of blue light rose from the back of Changmei's back to the sky, and it was the green sword of the twin swords on his back.

Looking from a distance, I saw a flash of light flying out of the mountain pavilion, and the blue light behind a Taoist with a pair of long white eyebrows rose to the sky. The moment the blue light appeared, the long eyebrows were already shrouded in a cloud of green shadows.

A flash of white light pierced into the blue shadow and stabbed straight at Zhang Mei's throat. However, the white light pierced into the green shadow and dispersed into a cloud of white smoke, as if it was dispersed by the misty green shadow, the white smoke suddenly rose, and disappeared before it could form a white cloud, but the long-eyebrow Taoist changed his face, rose up, and a green sword suddenly appeared in front of his forehead.

"Ding ......" on top of the cold blade tattoo sword, and then disappeared without a trace.

Lichen, who was sitting in the mountain pavilion, stretched out her hand to grab it in the void, she was already holding a sword light in her hand, she looked at Changmei coldly, and said: "Three points for people, seven points for swords, it's really a good sword." ”

"Hehe, how is it compared to the exquisite pagoda used by the Kunlun heirs." Changmei asked unhurriedly.

"There are many magic weapons in Kunlun, do you think that the Linglong Treasure City Tower is the top treasure of Kunlun, hehe, that's just because the Linglong Pagoda just restrains the Dragon King." After Lichen finished speaking, he didn't speak anymore, his expression was still arrogant, for her, although the long-eyebrow Taoist in front of her cultivated swordsmanship, his strength was relying on the two swords on his back, although his own strength was good, but it was not enough to get her attention.

The long-eyed Daoist smiled, and no longer spoke, but thought in his heart: "Although he has many Kunlun magic weapons, how many can one person sacrifice, I have this purple and green double sword, which is enough to break it." The three senior brothers went to Jiuhua Prefecture seven years ago and died, and only Kunlun had the strength to kill the three senior brothers in Jiuhua Prefecture, and even the soul lamp left in the mountain gate was extinguished, no matter what, I have to go to Kunlun Mountain. ”