Although the young Daoist cast the Tranquility Mantra to appease dozens of mortals, it cost a lot of true yuan, but as a famous disciple, it was by no means easy to deal with. Preemptively, the yellow talisman in his hand flew up, bursting into two dazzling golden lights in the air, burning with golden flames.

Ye Junsheng's eyes flashed, his gaze froze, and the long sword behind his back flew out with a choking sound driven by Zhenyuan, turning into a silver light and flying in the air. Silver light is like electricity. There is a momentum like a bamboo. Gold and silver are entangled, only to see sparks splashing everywhere, and the wind is chaotic.

Listening to the two sounds again, there was an invisible sword pill that was uncertain, like a water pattern, hovering beside the young Taoist, and from time to time the sword light swallowed and attacked a few times. But they were all guarded by a small banner in front of the Taoist.

Ye Junsheng said "hey", the law in his hand changed, the silver light was sheng, the golden light was dim, and there was no trace of the golden flame. Break this yellow talisman. The long sword castrated endlessly, like a rainbow through the sky, shooting directly at the young Taoist.

This young Taoist was about to take out his own sword, when he saw that the golden light of the yellow fu was broken, and under the induction of the qi machine, his chest was sullen for a while, and the movements in his hands also slowed down, and he suddenly felt that the sword qi on his head was vertical and horizontal, and it was Ye Junsheng who killed him.

The Taoist did not avoid it, regardless of the risk of falling, the Xuan fetus operated, and he rose up to cultivate his whole body, forcibly drew his sword, as if he wanted to fight and die together.

Ye Junsheng's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was surprised by this style of play, and his sword speed slowed down a little. Suddenly, the body was shocked, the strong wind swept from behind, the sword in his right hand was condensed, and he turned around and slashed, and when there was a muffled sound, the light like flowing water was reflected on the other party's face.

The other party was full of murderous energy, and he was unforgiving, the true yuan was poured in, the sound of the tiger roared sounded, and the sword light turned white.

Ye Junsheng changed the slash into a horizontal, blocked the long sword with a tiger roar, a little on tiptoe, the green bricks under his feet were broken into starch, and he took advantage of the other party's slash to retreat.

At this moment, the young Daoist's sword was drawn, and a dazzling golden light lit up, taking advantage of Ye Junsheng's self-care, he shot away the silver light long sword. After flying into the air, in the blink of an eye, there were seven sword lights, lined up in the shape of the Big Dipper.

There is an invisible sword pill that is self-resonating, the void and the reality are uncertain, and the protector comes, but unfortunately no one controls it, and only four sword lights are blocked.

Ye Jun was born in the air, stepping on a flat step, as if walking on the ground, and the sword in his right hand swayed, picking up two sword qi in a row. After that, his body moved, just avoiding the remaining two sword qi.

The sword in his right hand dispersed, and the silver light long sword fell into his hand, his eyes flashed, and a "long wind and waves" struck out.

The young Taoist was taken aback and shouted, "Senior Brother Feng, be careful. ”

The person who sneaked up on was the Feng Senior Brother in the mouth of the young Daoist, he had already received the two sword qi that Ye Junsheng had avoided, and before he could regain his breath, he heard the sound of a big wave, and the Dingyang Long Sword in his hand subconsciously poked out. Before that, there was another sound of wind and water, and then the body was uncontrollable, flying backwards, and with a "boom", there was a huge gap in the wall of the inn, and a cloud of yellow dust rolled up and fell.

As soon as the "clang" sounded, the young Taoist stopped in front of the gap with his sword, and looked at Ye Junsheng without moving. At the same time, the yellow dust gradually dispersed, and Senior Brother Nafeng jumped out and stood on the left side of the young Taoist. The blood line at the corner of the mouth slides down little by little.

Senior Brother Feng wiped the blood line with the back of his left hand, glanced at the young Daoist, and then looked directly at Ye Junsheng: "Demon Dao, it's really despicable." If it weren't for the two sword qi that you avoided first, then attacked. Scold. ”

The implication is that if Ye Junsheng hadn't cheated and played tricks, Mo said that he could beat himself to vomit blood, even if he was injured.

Ye Junsheng smiled and didn't argue, his right hand was raised, no longer in the fluttering style of the past, the long sleeves were cut off, and the green bamboo embroidered on his clothes was also missing, which looked extremely ugly: "I don't know if that shameless villain secretly plotted, and was beaten by Young Master Ben to vomit blood three liters, and drilled a hole like a dog." ”

"Demon Dao, Poor Dao fought with you. ”

Senior Brother Feng couldn't help but look up to the sky and howl, hating Ye Junsheng, ignoring the persuasion of the young Taoist beside him to "plan, plan", he couldn't control much under the anger, his right hand Dingyang was held horizontally in front of his chest, the thumb and index finger of his left hand were interlocked into a ring, and the other three fingers were straight up, pinching a trick.

The young Taoist exclaimed: "Thunder Mystery Book." ”

Ye Junsheng felt in his heart, although he had never seen the Thunder Mystery Book with his own eyes, he had heard Hanxu talk about it in Linzhou City,

The Thunder Mystery Book is one of the seven major and magic formulas of the Ziyang Sect, created by Chen Nan, the fourth generation of the Ziyang Sect's mud pill Cuixu Zhenren, refining to the highest level to be able to enslave ghosts and gods, call for thunderstorms, hear nine days, and see thousands of miles. Originally, it did not reach the gods of men, and it was not allowed to be taught.

This Senior Brother Feng, formerly known as Feng Yang Dong, is the nephew of the sixth Tongxuan Zhenren of Jiang Yue's 12th Dao. Because of his good talent and blood relationship, he is very favored. before it was passed down. Feng Yang Dong cultivated the Thunder Mystery Book, and retreated more than a dozen times before and after, and finally came into practice a year ago.

He had planned to hide until a year later, when he was in the clouds and clouds, and he would make a splash with this stunt. But being stimulated by Ye Junsheng, he couldn't care much when he was angry.

I saw Feng Yangdong reciting the law in his mouth, the purple qi of his whole body gradually rose, and the placket of his clothes flew up, although he did not make a move, he was already amazing.

Ye Junsheng didn't care about the young Taoist next to him at this moment, he directly drew his sword to bully himself, and killed the general, in order to cross the river and hit its upper stream.

Suddenly, the alarm in my heart sounded, and a cold air behind me came, scraping my clothes and tearing my clothes, my skin ached, and the Buddha's noise sounded in my ears, Amitabha.

Feng Yangdong's face was happy, and he said in his heart, "You are not dead yet." Lei Mystic Book mantra was also read a little slower, but when it swept Ye Junsheng's face, it seemed to be smiling. A thump, "Not good." ”

As soon as the thought was turned, Ye Junsheng made a bold move, forming a claw with one hand, facing the ground with his palm, and grabbed it virtually.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom. ”

With his movements, if a volcano erupts, like the magma of the earth's core, infinite flames emerge, burning everything, the inn is instantly annihilated, and the torrential rain vaporizes. Except for Ye Junsheng, all three of them have to avoid the edge for the time being.

The ground cracked, the steps became gang, the earth trembled, a touch of white jade brilliance emerged, the wind waved, and the gossip hexagram shape shone -

Tian Yuan Bagua Banner.

Ye Junsheng took a deep breath, his robe and black hair danced together, flowing with uninhibited wildness.

Stretching out his hand, the Tianyuan Bagua Flag was in his hand. As soon as the flag waved, it swept through the clouds, and into the flames, the mist rose, and Ye Junsheng's figure gradually blurred.

The flames that lost the support of Ye Junsheng's true yuan were extinguished. The rainstorm fell, the wind blew suddenly, Feng Yangdong only felt a little cold in his body, looking at the dissipated mist, a thought inexplicably appeared, as if he said to himself:

"When did he do it?"

In the end, the monk went through the previous scenes in his mind, and finally froze at the moment when Ye Junsheng threw the wine glass on the ground, and suddenly realized:

"It was then. ”――

Chen Nan (AD?-1213) word Nanmu, called Cui Xuzi, also known as Chen Niwan: the first teacher Xue Daoguang (Xue Shi), Ziyun "Daoguang Zen Master Xue Zixian, pay me to return to the roots". Chen Nan later received the "Thunder Mystery Book of Setting Up an Altar Pass to Invite the Thunder God to Exorcise Demons" taught by the gods of Limu Mountain, and obtained the "Five Thunder Methods" taught by the Taoist who called himself "Xin Zhongyi", who was able to "enslave the ghosts and gods, call for thunderstorms, hear for nine days, and see thousands of miles".