Several immortals from the Jiaoren Academy entered from the entrance of the village, and the village was originally brightly lit and the wind was quiet.

It was naturally impossible for the few immortals of the village who were guarding the entrance of the village to stop the people of the Jieren Academy outside.

"Brother Meng Xuan, what do you think about this?"

Xue Pingshan looked at the group of people who disappeared into the village, and sure enough, the treatment of casual cultivation and regular cultivation was different.

A sign of Jiaoren Academy is more effective than any common paperwork.

And for a casual cultivator like Xue Pingshan, whether you can go in or not depends on the faces of others.

"The boundary monument is unharmed, and I dare to invade the temple of Jinhua Niangniang, I don't think it's a good stubble."

Meng Xuan put his hands on his jade belt hook. He was also confused.

Baina Village is on the main road, and there is no abnormality in the boundary monuments on the road, and there is no abnormality in the boundary monuments in the village.

It's strange that there is a different atmosphere in this temple. I can't say it, it's not like the breath of a demon beast mountain spirit, it's very secretive.

It was just when they were in the sky just now that they suddenly felt this faint breath, so they came to find out.

In addition, Xue Pingshan said just now that he didn't notice it when he first came. Meng Xuan felt that the things in this village were strange.

Either the things in this village are very strong, so strong that they can only be detected by the Dao Realm. Either the things in this village are in a way of cultivation that has never been done before.

"How are we doing now?"

Xue Pingshan's brows were tightly locked, the river was cold at night, it didn't matter if they were all immortal cultivators.

Pity the mother and son, the child trembled in the mother's arms, and the mother coughed constantly.

"It's okay, my younger brother and sister have already entered the village. If it's easy to handle, they'll be able to take care of it, and if it's bad, they'll ......."

Before Meng Xuan finished speaking, the torches dotted in the village gradually lit up and walked in the direction of the village entrance.

This is the result of the poor handling, and the younger brothers and sisters will vacate the village first. It means it's a tough battle.

As more and more torches were lit, the whole village became bright against the backdrop of the river.

"Brother Chun'er!"

The child who was still in his mother's arms clapped his little hands, and one of the villagers who came out of the village was his playmate.

The child was still babbling and screaming happily, not knowing what was going on in the village.

He was just happy to see his playmate.

A gust of wind blew away the clouds that obscured the moonlight, and Qinghui scattered a patch, only the gentle sound of thunderclaps, the torches in the hands of the villagers.

The coldness of the moonlight and the only remaining warmth on the torch in his hand were connected, as quiet as death, and the river was slow.

More than a hundred villagers walked towards the fire under the big locust tree, and they were silent and did not say a word.

For thousands of years, this Golden Flower Niangniang Temple has been their belief and their pride.

Now several immortals from the Orthodox Immortal Gate told them that there might be mountain spirits or demon beasts in this temple.

Hundreds of villagers gathered around the big locust tree, just like the temple fairs in the past where they gathered around the statue of the Golden Flower Niangniang.

It's just that at this time, the idol has been replaced by an inconspicuous fire.

The villagers were still looking at Ji Wutong and the three of them standing under the tree, and a loud noise suddenly came from the village.

A two-meter-thick tree trunk rose into the sky, destroying a house and sending tiles flying in the air.

"Stand back!"

Meng Xuan drank loudly and stepped into the air on tiptoes.

There was a crisp sound of "choking" in the waist, as if a clear spring was coming. Look at the soft sword in your hand again.

Xue Pingshan was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and followed closely, the mountain knife attached to the cold moonlight, a little more murderous.

"Ahh It's a twisted tree! Red Rope Rope! ”

The child who was kicked out was still in his mother's arms, and he looked excitedly at the branches in the sky with teeth and claws, clapping his little hands and shouting.

In the distance, a red light sword qi directly cut off the two-meter-thick branch, this sword qi was really domineering, not like Meng Xuan himself was gentle and polite.

As the children screamed, the villagers, who had been quiet, looked at the mother and son.

His eyes were full of disgust and hatred.

"And voila! The words I carved are still on it! ”

"Yes, the paper crane I folded is also there!"

The other children in the village shouted, they were just watching the excitement.

The children's eyes were bright, and this untimely cheer was very inappropriate. but saved the mother and son.

"Willow?"

Ji Wutong walked to the mother and son, this was the first time he had spoken to the mother and son.

"That's right! Big Twist Tree! ”

The child bit his finger and replied to Ji Wutong innocently, but he didn't know that there were a few eyes just now that wanted to put their mother and son to death.

When people think you're wrong, you're doing something wrong.

Even if it's a red rope tied to a willow tree.

Several houses in the village were overturned one after another, and dust and smoke filled the mountainside with moonlight.

One after another, sword qi followed, and the weaker one cut the thick branch to the ground.

The strongest was still Meng Xuan's sword qi, revealing a red light and a decisive killing, all of which were smashed by the waist.

"Remember! In the future, you can engrave words when others engrave words, and you can hang paper cranes when others hang paper cranes! If others don't tie the red rope, you must not tie it! ”

Ji Wu gently pinched the child's face, and there was an indescribable sourness in his heart.

"Clothe the child, this thing...... It's me, the village chief, who didn't do it right. ”

An old man with gray hair came to the orphan and widow and wrapped his robe around the child.

"The willow tree turns into a spirit, what is the matter with a red rope!"

The cane in the hand of the village chief of Baina Village slammed on the ground, quite majestic.

This is for the villagers, and it is also for Ji Wutong.

Baina Village is not a village that does not know what to do.

Ji Wutong smiled when he heard this, picked up the big bow shoulder strap and walked towards the village.

This way, the red kite let him go alone, didn't he just let his little bastard who had never seen the world gain knowledge.

Gradually, there were no more branches coming out of the ground, and Ji Wutong walked to the village, still the same as before, to find the highest place.

Passing through the rows of broken walls, the severed branches on the ground were willow sprouts spitting new shoots.

Just now I learned from the mouth of the village chief that this willow tree grows outside the Jinhua Niangniang Temple, and I don't know how long it has grown, when the village chief was a child, this willow tree was there.

Ji Wutong jumped over the remnant wall to see that the boundary monuments in the village were intact and had not lost their immortal power.

The effect of the boundary monument on the mountain spirit demon beast is not only a deterrent, a boundary monument that has not lost its immortal power, but whenever a mountain spirit demon beast is close to the range covered by the immortal power, it will be destroyed in an instant.

The sound of fighting not far away was endless, and Ji Wutong slowly touched the darkness.

The red brick walls outside the temple have been toppled to the ground, and even the two main beams of the temple have fallen to the ground.

The starlight fell on the intact statue of the Golden Flower Niangniang, which seemed out of place with its surroundings.

The sound of fighting in my ears gradually became clear, and the situation was not good. Two immortals in the Asakusa realm were killed and injured,

The two immortals of the Flower Faith Realm also retreated behind. On the contrary, Xue Pingshan followed the four immortals who heard the Dao realm, and fought back and forth with the willow demon.

Mountain spirits are different from monsters. The strength of the demon beast is divided according to the inner dan, and the more inner dan, the stronger it is.

And the mountain spirit looks at how many years he has cultivated, according to the village chief, this willow demon is afraid that he has been cultivating for at least a hundred years.

The boundary monument is not heard, and the immortals don't care. At the gate of this Golden Flower Niangniang Temple, he became a mountain spirit.

Ji Wutong climbed a glimpse of the low wall, and the two broken wooden frames in front of him just crossed to block him.

Before he could see the appearance of the willow demon, suddenly a willow snaked out of the air.

It was like a wicker with the thickness of an arm rushing into the distance, and it went straight to the figure standing in the distance, which was an immortal in Baina Village.

A few people from the Jieren Academy asked them to retreat a little farther just now, but they didn't expect this willow demon to be far away.

"Be careful!"

Meng Xuan was in a hurry, several of them had been entangled in wicker, and there was no doppelganger to save them.

"Whoosh"

A flash of silver light flashed, and the arrow struck the wicker steadily.

"Phew! You are not afraid that the golden flower lady will come to collect your evil animal. ”

Seeing the wicker retreat, the immortal in the village slapped his leg and scolded.

Ji Wutong, who was hiding in the shadows, chuckled.

The next arrow will only help Xue Pingshan and Meng Xuan's junior brothers and sisters, the immortal in the village, or leave it to Jinhua Niangbao!