Jiang Guining just stood there, as if a mountain was pressing on the old Taoist, making his heart feel like ashes in an instant, and he didn't dare to make any more movements, and even the thoughts in his heart lake were much less.

In order to survive, the old Taoist immediately changed his tone and said tremblingly: "Senior...... What the predecessors said is that the poor Dao is just a yin god, and he really can't afford the word 'human'. ”

Looking at him like this, Jiang Guining sneered: "You really give full play to the word cowardice, could it be that the saint made the word according to your mold in the first place?" ”

The old Taoist didn't know if there was a secret hidden in Jiang Guining's words, but he still quickly denied it: "The seniors laughed, how can Xiaodao be able to afford such an evaluation." ”

Jiang Guining snorted coldly, and said with a smile: "Oh? So you're retorting me? ”

Listening to these words of hidden murder, the old Taoist was scared to death, and he could only change his words: "Don't dare, absolutely don't dare." The predecessors were right, I was cowardly, the saints made words back then, and they were definitely made according to the path. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Guining suddenly shouted: "Bold, do you mean that the ancient sage made words and your share of merit?" Dare to touch the ancient sage of porcelain, you are really so daring. ”

The old Taoist was about to be scared and cried, joking, if this crime was confirmed, not to mention whether he would be punished by heaven, just to say that the Confucian students in the academy could drown him with saliva alone. So the old Taoist hurriedly shook his hand and said: "No, no, no, the saint made words, the merit is immeasurable, and the poor Taoist ......."

Without giving the old Taoist priest a chance to explain, Jiang Guining said again: "So, you still think what I said is wrong?" ”

The old Taoist priest was dumbfounded, he looked at Lu Yangsheng in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Jiang Guining was still a little reluctant, he stepped out and came to a place a few steps away from the old Taoist, and said in an aggravated tone: "What, do you think the ancient sages are not easy to mess with, is it easy for me to mess with the small way?" ”

As he spoke, Jiang Guining drew the long sword behind his back, staring at the old Taoist's head with a grim look, as if he was thinking about where to cut it.

The old Taoist priest was also a person who had mixed in the cultivation realm thousands of years ago, and he didn't see many masters, but there were definitely a lot, but it was the first time he had seen such a tasteless one. Say that the demeanor of a good immortal, what about the mind of a saint? How does this look like a living scoundrel?

The old Taoist looked at Jiang Guining, and the more he looked at it, the more he looked like it, and his eyes became more and more strange.

Jiang Guining didn't seem to notice this, and still said to himself: "Dare to look down on Xiaodao, it's just too deceitful." Is it that Xiaodao can't lift the knife anymore or are you too floating? Come, let Xiaodao stab a sword, so that you, the dog-eyed low-looking fellow, can feel the wrath of the poor road. ”

He was gesturing there, babbling, but he didn't mean to do anything.

The more the old Taoist priest looked at him like this, the more helpless he became, and in the end he sat on the ground, stretched his neck and wailed at Jiang Guining: "Come, you cut, you cut here." Didn't you just want to find an excuse to kill me? As for bullying people like this? It is said that there is no excuse for the sin that you want to add, senior, you have cultivated high, isn't that what you want to say? Anyway, the poor road can't beat you, you can say whatever you like, and you can do what you want. ”

As he spoke, he deliberately stretched his neck.

Isn't it just a scoundrel? Who wouldn't? I think before I came into contact with Xiuzhen, who wasn't a little bastard anymore?

On his side, he was refreshed, but on the other side, Jiang Guining was uncomfortable, he stared at the old Taoist's exposed neck, and said in a strange tone: "Are you sure? ”

The old Taoist priest felt weak in his heart, but he shouted: "Anyway, Xiaodao can't beat the seniors, and the seniors oppress people with force, what can I say about the poor Dao?" ”

When it comes to overwhelming people with force, the old Taoist priest bites the words very hard. He is also smart, and when he is not sure whether Lu Yangsheng will make a move, he did not give Lu Yangsheng a chance to hold the talk, but deliberately emphasized the fact that he "overwhelmed people with force".

If this is a different person, for the sake of the so-called master face, the immortal family measured, I can't say that I will stop it, but who is Jiang Guining? Without saying a word, he cut it off directly, and shouted in his mouth: "Yo, I've lived for so long, it's really the first time I've seen such an iron head." Suppress people, right? Coincidentally, I really like to overwhelm people with force. ”

Although the old Taoist put on a blank drive, he also quietly paid attention to Jiang Guining's movements. He saw that Jiang Guining was really going to cut, and without saying a word, the whole person slid directly behind him, and only then did he avoid this head-on sword.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he only felt a chill on his back, and when he was unsettled, he actually yelled directly at Jiang Guining: "You really want to cut?" ”

At the same time, he also shouted loudly in his heart: "Didn't you say that the patriarch of the Three Sects had set a rule before guarding the battlefield of humans and demons, and the saints were not allowed to make random moves in the human world?" How dare he be so presumptuous and blatantly violate the rules of the patriarchs of the three sects? Could it be that he is not a saint yet? ”

As soon as the last thought arose, he immediately cut it off.

Just kidding, a thousand years ago, he was also a powerhouse of the Three Slashing Realm. Cultivating the Sixfold Realm, he is already the fourth, this kind of cultivation is already rare, he can go in and out of the enchantment laid by his lifelong cultivation and his life, and he can also find the hiding place of his true body, how can he not be a saint.

Jiang Guining naturally didn't know what the old Taoist was thinking, he looked at the old Taoist suspiciously, and said with an innocent face: "Didn't you say that I was cut off?" If Xiaodao doesn't agree, doesn't Xiaodao seem a little silly? Come on, come on, and stick your neck over again. Let me tell you, although Xiaodao's sword is a wooden sword, it is also very sharp, but it has never cut the Yin Soul. It just so happens that you let Xiaodao cut a sword, and try to make this sword cut the Yin Soul easily. ”

As he spoke, he was eager to slash again, swinging his sword.

The old Taoist priest was about to be frightened, he stood up and turned around and ran, Jiang Guining shouted behind him: "Don't run, I haven't tried the sword yet, if you let me cut a sword, I will use a sword." No, you said that you are all ghosts, and you won't die again if you take a sword, what are you afraid of? ”

The more he shouted, the faster the old Taoist priest ran, and after a while, there was no one.

Jiang Guining didn't stand still, and after collecting the wooden sword, he sighed and said: "It is worthy of being the old Wang Ba who has lived for thousands of years, and he is fast when he runs." ”

He didn't mean to catch up, but stood in place, drinking a little wine, while looking at this unknown place, and from time to time he said "garbage", "waste", "might as well chop it for firewood" and the like, making the whole space tremble slightly.

After a while, another figure appeared in the distance, and he trembled, staggered, and moved over little by little.

Jiang Guining had seen him a long time ago, but he didn't say anything, and when he finally moved not far from him, he quipped: "Yo, didn't you run?" ”

The old Taoist priest's face couldn't help but twitch after hearing this. He wanted to run, after a thousand years of planning, he had become one with this space, where did he run?

As soon as he thought of this, the old Taoist priest wanted to cry.

The old Taoist priest didn't care about the ridicule in Jiang Guining's tone, but carefully took out the package he was carrying behind him, and said to Jiang Guining with a painful face: "Senior, don't scare the poor Dao anymore. Poor Dao is willing to break the fortune and eliminate disasters, and buy a dog life here with his predecessors, I don't know what his predecessors think? ”

As he spoke, he opened the package, which contained not much except a hosta, a bracelet, and two quaint oil lamps, which were not lit but shimmered with a pale glow.

Jiang Guining glanced at it, and finally stopped his gaze on the two oil lamps, and never moved away for a long time.

The old Taoist priest immediately panicked, and he hurriedly explained: "Seniors, rest assured, the soul and poor Dao in the lamp have been repaired and perfected, and it will definitely not prevent them from being reincarnated." ”

Jiang Guining came back to his senses and snorted coldly: "You are very interesting." Why, don't you plan to keep it as a life amulet? ”

The old Taoist priest was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat, but fortunately, Jiang Guining just said this, and then turned his eyes elsewhere, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

This made the old Taoist priest couldn't help but secretly rejoice, fortunately, after discovering that the soul of the oil lamp was protected, he began to repair the matter, otherwise it would be absolutely impossible to take out the two oil lamps with a complete soul today, and it is estimated that it will be difficult to get out of the whole body at that time.

On the other side, Jiang Guining picked up the bracelet and hosta again and began to investigate. These two things seem to be ordinary, but in fact there is a lot of things inside, belonging to the small world of square inches in Taoist records, the small world of mustard seeds in the Buddhist scriptures, and there are spaces of different sizes inside them, which can be used to carry some dead things. Although it is not as convenient and comfortable as the small cave opened by the great cultivator himself, it is also a rarity in the cultivation realm. Like many monks, their cultivation has already reached the third realm, and they may not be able to afford a treasure like this.

casually untied the ban on bracelets and hostas, Jiang Guining took a general look at the things inside, and couldn't help but pout, and kept saying: "It's a bunch of rags again, you're picking up rags, right?" Forget if the immortal soldiers don't have it, they don't even have a spirit treasure, why were you embarrassed to come out and mix back then? ”

Saying this, the old Taoist priest just wants to scold people, return the immortal soldiers, spirit treasures, is that thing that he, a little monk of the Three Slashing Realm, can afford? You must know that the weapons in the world are generally divided into six categories: mortal iron, divine weapons, magic weapons, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, spiritual treasures, and immortal soldiers.

But thinking about it, the old Taoist priest could only laugh awkwardly beside him.

In the end, Jiang Guining seemed to be more and more unpleasant, so he threw out all the things he couldn't look at in the two square inches, leaving only a few jars of good wine and a few bottles of pills, and then nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at the mess all over the ground, and said to the old Taoist priest: "Okay, you can keep these rags for yourself, but I look at these two square inches of things, so I will accept them." As for you, I don't care. However, in two days, I will take my little junior brother on a trip, so in order to prevent you from making trouble, you can seal it yourself. ”

When he first heard that he was leaving, the old Taoist priest's heart was full of joy, but when he heard that he was going to seal himself, his face turned ugly again, but before he could speak, Jiang Guining glanced at him and said, "Okay, it's good to be able to save your life, you are right, Xing Lingzi!" ”

was broken by Jiang Gui Ningdao's real name, Xing Lingzi was not surprised, he sighed and silently accepted this fact.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Guining picked up the two oil lamps and two square objects, thought about it and beckoned to Xing Lingzi. Xing Lingzi's face changed greatly, but before he could make a move, two bright lights flew out of his body in an instant, and slightly entered Jiang Guining's sleeve.

Jiang Guining looked at Xing Lingzi, who was like a mourning examiner, and sneered: "It's not your thing, can't you hand it over obediently?" ”

Xing Lingzi closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

After doing this, Jiang Guining wrote a word in the air again, and then stepped out and left this unknown space in an instant.

After he left, before Xing Lingzi could relax, a coercion like a brilliant heavenly power instantly appeared from the place where Jiang Gui Ning was writing, and then a sword qi like a substance emerged, filling the entire space.

Xing Lingzi was pressed to the ground by this coercion and couldn't move, he tried his best to raise his head with difficulty, and faintly, he could only see the word that suppressed the entire space, it seemed to ...... It's a "Shu". Unfortunately, before he could see it clearly, a bright light flew out of the word, and it only blinded him in an instant.

In the space, a wail suddenly sounded.

Ancient books record that the name of the saint contains the power of heaven, and all spirits should not look directly at it, and they should not speak lightly, otherwise there will be disaster.