The temple is a broken temple in the wilderness, and the mountain god is decapitated.

The moon is a bright full moon, illuminating the rubble and rotten wood in the southwest corner.

There is a fire on the left side of the statue in the temple, and there is a person with his back to the altar and sitting on his legs, with a long sword with a black sheath on his leg.

Looking closely at the severed head of the mountain god sitting under his buttocks, he has no respect for the mountain god.

Lou Jinchen looked at the moonlight shining in the hole in the southwest corner of the mountain temple, and he was a little homesick at this moment.

The rustling of the wind blew into the temple, blowing his thoughts down on the past.

He has practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his family has passed on swordsmanship, and he has performed sword dance at the school gala in junior high school, but in the days that followed, he only caught a thief once and never fought with anyone.

Because he learned swords since he was a child, his grandfather stipulated that he had to memorize poems, and his grandfather said that poems were the soul and sheath of the sword.

So in the university is also to learn the Chinese language, and later, in love with drinking, when he drinks too much, he will want to be born in a world of swords, if so, then he must take the sword out, go to the rivers and lakes, drink all the wine, see celebrities.

So, with this vision, he went on an expedition, and after drilling through a cave, he came to this world.

"Grandpa, Dad, Mom, if you know that I am here, you will be happy for me, because this is the world of my dreams, strange, mysterious, black and white ink, although it is not a sword and a sword, but it is a world of gods and ghosts, gorgeous and colorful, I am here, live as a brilliant life, and die as a place, you don't have to worry about me!"

Closing his eyes slightly, there were no insects and birds inside and outside the silent temple, and the silence was terrifying.

He sensed the danger, the back of his head was a little cold, and his hairs stood on end, just like his instinct, after coming to this world, he escaped several strange attacks with this instinct.

He knew that what he had been waiting for had finally arrived.

"There is a monster in this mountain, which is a monk of the secret food sect who has become a demon, and has lost his clear mind, but he is still cunning and vicious, with infinite strength, and his body is as hard as a hard wood, and his voice is confusing, he likes to suck human blood, eats people's brains and hearts, and his turbidity is difficult to hurt!"

Lou Jinchen's heart flashed with this monster information, and he, the sword in his hand is an alloy sword, although it is hard, it is also a mortal sword, he has no internal breath, let alone strength, and his strength is also turbidity, but he still came.

He sensed the monster coming, but he couldn't be sure how the other party had come in, whether it was from the door or from the hole in the southwest corner of the temple.

Suddenly, the sense of imminent danger faded away, and he wondered in his heart, and after a moment he heard footsteps.

The footsteps were rather messy, and soon he saw someone walk in.

The first to come was a strong man in his thirties, with hanging eyes and thick lips, holding a single knife in his hand, with his placket open, revealing his bronze chest, and the whole person was full of ferocity.

And behind him followed two people, just a glance to see that it was a mother and daughter, they looked very embarrassed, the clothes on their bodies were not worn by people walking the rivers and lakes, probably because of the hurry, their clothes were a little untidy, some places that should have been tied with belts, at this time are tied with rattan.

When the three of them entered the temple, they were not surprised when they saw Lou Jinchen, because they had been watching the firelight.

The man with the knife hugged his fist towards Lou Jinchen and said: "This friend is disturbed, he has made a mistake and wants to spend the night in the temple, and he also asks a friend to make it convenient." ”

Lou Jinchen looked at this man, and was a little more vigilant in his heart, because this man's appearance was really fierce.

He even suspected that the mother and daughter were robbed by this swordsman, and this swordsman may not be an ordinary Jianghu person, maybe a robber or a Jiangyang thief.

"Oh!" Lou Jinchen said contemplatively: "The small temple in the mountains and wilderness has no owner, and it is only a moment before it is down, but this is not a good place, and it is better for friends to leave as soon as possible." ”

The man with the knife frowned, and said: "The small temple in the mountains is indeed not a place to live for a long time, but the wife and daughter are tired, so they can only rest here, friends don't have to worry, if there is danger, the knife in Zhao's hand can deal with it." ”

Since he said so, Lou Jinchen stopped persuading, and the meeting in Pingshui reminded him that he had done his best, but today's waiting and hunting seemed to have a difficult result.

It's just that after a while, he actually felt a sense of danger permeating his heart again, as if someone was staring at him from behind, and this feeling was more obvious than the previous feeling, without any concealment.

Lou Jinchen found that the three of them were not alert, and they were already thinking about a way out in their hearts, the unknown was always scary, he was risky to come here to hunt monsters with the turbidity of mortal weapons, but this did not mean that he was reckless.

Demons look around, dilapidated mountain temples, four people with different minds.

In the silence, Lou Chen closed his eyes to recuperate, the three of them drank some water, ate some dry food and fell asleep, but probably because the house was more popular, and the things outside the temple did not easily enter the temple, they were more patient than Lou Jinchen imagined.

Time was blown by the wind, even Lou Jinchen was a little sleepy, and it was inevitable to get tired after a long time under the pressure of that danger.

It was probably in the middle of the night, Lou Jinchen found that the mother of the three people got up quietly, she seemed to have some internal urgency, came to the outside of the temple, and did not go far, and then heard the sound of tearing urine Suosuo, the sound of tearing urine suddenly broke in the middle of the time, and after a while, the woman walked in.

Lou Jinchen leaned against the mottled statue of the mountain god and closed his eyes, but at this moment he was extremely sober, and he felt that a malice poured into the temple like ink.

The woman is dead, she is no longer her, but possessed by something unclean and robbed of her body, this is the thought in Lou Jinchen's heart.

He sighed in his heart, and was nervous, not that he didn't want to save people, but that he was powerless now, and he was reluctant to protect himself.

The woman lay down as before, Lou Jinchen peeked at her, trying to see if there was anything wrong with her face, the woman's face was covered by hair, Lou Jinchen looked closely, suddenly, he found that there was a pair of eyes in the woman's hair staring at him, it was a pair of eyes full of malice, but with wisdom and cunning.

Lou Jinchen's heart shook.

"Wow!"

The roof of the southwest corner of the mountain temple was broken, and a ragged man, shaped like an ape, rushed down, at this moment, Lou Jinchen would feel that it was like an ape, because its body was covered with gray and black hair, but its face was a human, a pair of red prominent eyes, prominent fangs, with a low roar of heavy menace, descended from the top of the temple, and pounced directly towards Lou Jinchen.

The swordsman was having a nightmare, and in the dream, the devil came to sleep beside him, but suddenly woke up, and then saw a monster jumping down in the moonlight.

The hairs on his body suddenly rose, he drew a knife in his hand, but his hands and feet were cold, his mind had been deterred by the monster, and he could only exert three or four points of strength, and he was even stiffer.

Lou Jinchen faced the same situation, and it was heavier, that low roar had the ability to shock the mind, and it was mainly aimed at Lou Jinchen.

When I was a child, a child would be frightened, panicked, and at a loss to stand there in the face of an adult's roar, which was exactly what the knife man looked like at this time.

And Lou Jinchen was suddenly attacked, at that moment, he felt that he was frozen, and he seemed to be pressed by an invisible heavy object, and his body and mind could not move.

He watched the monster fall from top to bottom, but he closed his eyes, and his mind went deep into his heart, which was the lake of his heart, as if it was the source of all consciousness.

Shrink to the extreme, and you will have the strength and opportunity to stretch.

He snapped his eyes open, and the light poured out from the depths of his eyes.

Closing the eyes is the contraction of consciousness, and opening the eyes is the extension of the will, and the movement of the body guides the change of consciousness.

The deterrence that pressed on my heart was like a dark cloud that had been broken through a line and revealed a bright light.

His body moved, jumped up, took a step backwards, and let go of the position where he was pounced, and at the same time a sword light came out of his hand, piercing the air, responding to the light that broke through in his heart, closing the sword in his hand, and condensing his will on the tip of the sword, cutting through the gap of only a few inches between the hands of the monster, and directly on its eyebrows.

It is difficult for mortal weapons to hurt ghosts, and turbidity is invincible to demons.

This is universally recognized, but there is a situation in which it can be injured or even killed.

As long as the will is condensed enough, and it hurts such a special place as the center of the eyebrows, it can seriously injure them, and the mind is attached to the sword, which is often called sword intent, which can hurt the soul.

Lou Jinchen only felt a strong force surging from the sword, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, sat and hugged the sword, forming a sword frame, the hilt of the sword was hugged at the waist, the tip of the sword was in front, pointing forward.

He felt like his sword was stabbed on a hard stone.

The whole arm was shaking, and the head was stuffy.

The swordsman on the side had a shock in his eyes.

Just now, he was intimidated by the monster and couldn't resist, but after Lou Jinchen stabbed the monster's eyebrows with a sword, his thoughts surged like water bursting the embankment.

"The mind is condensed, attached to the sword, and the demon can be slashed." The swordsman's heart flashed with this, and then he saw that the monster with long hair all over his body was actually running towards the outside of the temple.

It's in fear.

Lou Jinchen couldn't let it escape, and chased it out with a sword.

Outside the temple is a dense forest, and the bottom of the dense forest is empty, only to see the tree poles, branches and leaves are all above, covering the moonlight.

Because the monster statue was injured, the speed of running was not particularly fast, but Lou Jinchen's physical mortal fetus could only hang far away at most without being completely thrown away.

At this time, he didn't care if there were any other jackals, tigers and leopards around, or any poisonous snakes, he just stared at the chase, through a dense dream, rushed up a hillside, he was panting, under the moonlight, a vast gray green, and he had lost the trace of the monster.

The geese have left a sound, and the people have left traces, not to mention the monster that was hit hard by his own sword, it is impossible to cover up the traces.

Lou Jinchen took advantage of the moonlight, carefully observed, and sure enough, found a corner of the hillside, there was a place in the gutter for a person to drill into, he carefully followed in, and found that there was a soil hole at the root under a big tree, and the soil hole was smooth around it, and it was obvious that things often came in and out.

He took out a fire fold from his bosom, and after paddling it, a little light of fire illuminated the surroundings.

Taking a deep breath, he went inside, and immediately found that this should be a tomb, and it should be a large tomb, through the tomb passage, through the firelight, he saw a large black coffin in the middle, and a skeleton was faintly visible on the ground, perhaps the body of the original tomb owner, or an explorer or tomb robber who accidentally touched it.

Lou Jinchen approached cautiously and found that the lid of the black coffin was covered, just when he was thinking about how to open the lid of the coffin, the lid of the coffin flew towards Lou Jinchen with a 'bang', and a black shadow jumped up with the lid of the coffin and hid behind the lid of the coffin.

Lou Jinchen smartly avoided the coffin lid.

The figure climbed to the top of the cave and swooped down towards the building.

Lou Jinchen was extremely calm at this time, but there was a kind of contradictory excitement,

The fire fold in his hand shot out towards the falling figure, followed by the unsheathed alloy sword.

A left diagonal step prick.

The sword flashed in the firelight, and it was brilliant.

He used to practice swords day and night under the trees in his hometown, feeling nostalgic for the world of rivers and lakes where he was born without the light and shadow of the sword, and practiced a swordsmanship in a hundred leaves and was useless.

He only has the eyebrows of this monster in his eyes and heart.

The light of the sword flickered in the firelight and disappeared into the darkness, and people passed by it.

With a plop, the weight fell to the ground, and the fire broke to the ground, shining on a long-haired man who fell to the ground, a pair of feet stood beside him, and the tip of the sword could be seen in the firelight with a trace of green blood sliding down,