Xiaonan Mountain has a small character, which does not mean that this mountain is really small; It is said to be small because it is a branch of the southern section of Da Yi Mountain, and it is distinguished by adding a 'small, word, and 'big, Yishan.

Zhao Jingyang walked around Guobei County, disgusted - there are thousands of people in a huge county, and I don't know how many good ones I have.

Either they are fierce - there are seven or eight people who rob him with knives in just two or three miles of street, and they don't want to die.

Either he is greedy, and when he enters three inns, he is regarded as a fat sheep, and he will receive one or two silver for a bowl of tea, and if he doesn't give it, he will rush up and rob him.

Either cunning, the woman bumps into him and shouts indecency, the shriveled child is like a wolf cub, and a group of people around him play fairy jumping with him in broad daylight - so cunning that he is not qualified at all.

Either they are numb, and passers-by are affected by the fighting in the rivers and lakes, and they don't roll their eyes when they get up, and they continue to walk like zombies.

I don't see a simple and kind person - it is difficult to find a simple and kind one, and there is no ordinary one who says good or bad and evil is not evil.

This place is rotten to the roots.

If there are a few normal ones, Zhao Jingyang has the heart to sow a few seeds here; It's a pity that there is not a single normal one.

Instead, he killed many people, leaving behind corpses.

This kind of place is not a place where normal people can stay. It is said that the poor mountains and bad waters come out of the Diao people - these people have gone beyond the scope of the Diao people.

Jinhua Mansion next door, and here are only a hundred miles of mountain roads, but they are two worlds. It's unimaginable.

Quickly leaving Guobei County, Zhao Jingyang went straight to Xiaonan Mountain.

According to Feng Qingtian's words, the thousand-year-old tree demon is in this small Nanshan.

He learned about this tree demon from a fellow Taoist, and said that several villages on the periphery of Xiaonan Mountain had been razed by the tree demon, and everyone ate it. I am afraid that this tree demon will run out, and with its thousand-year-old cultivation, Guobei County will suffer great harm.

Though.

In Zhao Jingyang's eyes, Guobei County is no longer a place for people to stay; The people here are no longer normal; But people are people, and no matter how bad they are, they can't be eaten by demons.

Not long after entering the mountain, Zhao Jingyang suddenly heard a shout of killing. Jumping up to the treetops, I looked up and saw that there was a temple halfway up the mountain in the distance.

At this time, around the temple, there are many armor; In the temple, swords and guns roared, and screams were endless.

Zhao Jingyang's thoughts turned and he didn't move; After a while, the shouting of killing ceased, and I saw a group of soldiers and armor escorting some people out of the temple; In front of the temple, they were forced to kneel in a row.

A general-like stepped forward with his sword and shouted, "The Nie clan has rebelled, and the crime is unforgivable! If the monks dare to harbor criminals, they will all be punished!"

Then the kneeling man shouted, "The faint king has no way, and he kills the loyal and good. God has no eyes, Nie is not convinced!"

The general sneered, drew his sword and approached: "Lord Nie, this general is acting under orders, if you want to scold, go to the underworld and scold slowly!"

As he spoke, the sword flashed, and the head of the person who was called Master Nie rolled to the ground with a gurgle.

Suddenly, the crying and shouting began.

An old monk who was pressed to the ground pronounced a Buddha call and said, "Amitabha, the general has killed in a pure place of Buddhism, and sooner or later there will be retribution."

The general laughed, "Retribution? Buddhist temples harbor criminals, and monks should be punished together. Come, give me a fire and burn this temple!" ….

With a wave of his hand, several small soldiers drew their swords and stepped forward, killing them all on the spot.

As the smoke rose from the billowing smoke, the group of soldiers finished their work and quickly evacuated.

At this time, dark clouds rolled in the sky, thunder and thunder, and heavy rain poured down.

Zhao Jingyang's face was expressionless, and his eyes were projected into the depths of the mountains and forests—he clearly sensed that a huge demonic aura was coming rapidly.

I saw that in the heavy rain, the mountains behind Lanruo Temple shook the mountains, and a hundred-zhang high locust tree broke out of the ground. Tens of thousands of roots and tendrils spread their teeth and claws, like dragons and snakes flying.

The strong demonic aura instantly filled half of the mountain, and the souls of those who had just been killed manifested in the demonic qi, and they were all trapped by the demonic qi.

The blood on the ground was drawn by the roots of the tree, and the bones were wrapped around the roots of the tree and quickly lost their flesh.

Turned into a dry bone.

In the darkness, there are many shadows, and some ghosts appear here; Wandering outside the range of demonic energy, there is no way back.

I heard a roar: "Get out!"

The demonic qi shook, and the group of ghosts suddenly fell into the water and disappeared in an instant.

And Zhao Jingyang's figure, I don't know when, has appeared in the mountain behind Lanruo Temple, under the hundred-zhang tall body of the tree demon.

"If you want to find raw materials, you have to look for them all over the mountains, and you haven't bumped into them head-on, which is very good."

Zhao Jingyang punched out from under his ribs, and hit the iron-colored trunk with a pop, and suddenly the Yuan Gang was erect, like a huge sun rising, instantly defeating all the demonic energy of the tree demon!

In just a moment, Yuan Gang penetrated the whole body of the dryad, and from the trunk upwards, the huge crown shone brightly; Down, the web of countless tree roots intertwined was like an electric shock, half of the mountain shook, and the roots of the trees scurried, overflowing with brilliance!

In Feng Qingtian, the Dryad is not easy to deal with, first, its demon body is strong and difficult to break; The second is that it is slippery and tight, and if you can't beat it, you can run.

But in the hands of Zhao Jingyang, but Erer.

It is true that the Dryad has a thousand years of cultivation, but the demonic spirit is mixed and the quality is inferior like a plate of loose sand. With Zhao Jingyang's Yuan Gang quality, it is natural to defeat his demonic spirit with one punch.

Defeating the demonic qi, Yuan Gang instantly penetrated the whole body of the tree demon, every root and leaf, all fell under Zhao Jingyang's control, where else could it run?

It's too late to react.

In the roar of pain and despair, half of the mountain exploded violently, and under the crushing of the blazing Yuan Gang, the dryad and the mountain flew together!

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Zhao Jingyang walked through the collapsed mountain, walked into the Lanruo Temple, which was still half left, and sat down cross-legged.

"It's raining heavily."

Zhao Jingyang's eyes fell on the door: "Isn't it okay to do things under my nose and not say hello?"

A shadow manifested, but it was the appearance of a general, he swallowed his spit, hugged his fists and said: "The villain is a ghost general under the command of the Difu Lu Judge, and he is here to detain the ghost and look at the immortal."

Zhao Jingyang's gaze fell on this ghost general: "It's also because you are afraid of the tree demon and have already gotten rid of it. Why, you are afraid of the dryad, but not me?"

The ghost general smiled awkwardly, "The immortal forgives sins..."

Zhao Jingyang's eyes rolled and said, "Attracting ghosts, is it the authority of Lu Judge? Judge Lu is a judge, right? The judge's duty is to judge, and you are here to capture the ghosts?"

He said, "Come on, come on, talk to me."

Unconsciously, the mighty spirit of fist intent has shrouded all the surroundings of Lanruo Temple.

Under the pressure of the fist spirit, a large group of ghost soldiers and ghosts were forced to appear, and with the contraction of the fist spirit, they were all forced to Lanruo Temple, standing in front of Zhao Jingyang in rows.

Naturally, there are also the targets of this group of ghost soldiers and ghosts - the souls of those who were killed before.

Zhao Jingyang's gaze swept over this group of souls, and he said, "Say it."

Nineteen generations