"Uh, I'm dizzy. The finch struggled to open its eyes, blinked, and looked toward the sky in front of her. On the blue curtain, a few cotton flowers were scattered in bits and pieces, and a few flying geese flew in front of them, embellishing this elegant picture. Finch sat up with one hand on the ground, looking around at everything. Surrounded by a carpet of verdant greenery, pink butterflies landed on white flowers, and a few young couples walked past the finches laughing and laughing. "My little white crane, what are you doing?" A girl suddenly stood in front of the finch: "Now, here you go!" The girl handed Nangong Que an ice cream in her hand. Finch looked up at her, tears moistening his eyes in his sockets, and he looked at her. With a thin face, bright eyes, and a tear mole in the corner of her eye, and this familiar name, who else would she be?! The finch got up sharply and hugged her, tears slid down the corners of her eyes, and dripped down her jaw on the grass. "Little White Crane, what's wrong with you? If you don't eat it, it's time to melt if you don't eat it!" the girl said coquettishly. Finch let go of her hand, stared at her in front of her with both eyes, and squeezed out a few words in her mouth: "Eat... I... I'll eat!" he grabbed her jade hand and put the ice cream into his mouth, but the ice cream was bitter and salty. "What's wrong with you, little white crane, did someone make you angry?" she looked up, innocent and aggrieved. Finch squatted down, tied her loose shoelaces tightly, got up and picked up her delicate face, stroked her creamy skin, and looked at her crystal eyes: "No, no, the wind has blinded her eyes." The corners of her mouth turned upwards and she leaned her face closer to him, "Then we'll never be apart, okay?"

A sleeve arrow slashed towards Zhang Ji's face, Zhang Ji lowered his head to dodge, and then attacked Huang Ningjian's lower plate with a sweeping leg, Huang Ningjian jumped backwards and dodged a blow. The two sides put on a posture. Huang Ningjian suddenly kicked the ground with his right foot, his body was in the air, and his right hand attacked Zhang Jimian with a straight fist. Zhang Ji used his left hand to block this punch, and his right hook attacked Huang Ningjian. Huang Ningjian caught the hook with his left hand, put his right hand on Zhang Ji's left shoulder, and then buckled down on his armpit, turned around and exerted force backwards to throw Zhang Ji to the ground. Zhang Ji turned to the left, then used his left arm to open Huang Ningjian's left hand, and then leaned sideways and elbowed his ribs. Huang Ningjian couldn't dodge and was hit hard and flew out, and his body hit the offering table. The incense burner on the table and the fruit bowl fell to the ground and jingled. Huang Ningjian raised his hand and wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand: "The old thing is quite powerful, then try this again." Before the words fell, Huang Ningjian's hands were sealed, he recited a mantra, and then slapped forward.

An orange-red flame gushed out towards Zhang Ji, and Zhang Ji pinched his fingers with one hand: "Open!" The tongue of fire split into two, avoiding Zhang Ji and hitting the wall. "Hahahaha! It's really getting more and more fun, then try this again!" Huang Ningjian slapped out again, and a golden tongue of fire hit Zhang Ji. Zhang Ji pinched his fingers with both hands, and recited the fire spell to hit the tongue of fire, and the golden flame burned in the air beside him. "Can you still hold on?" Solve you at once!" Huang Ningjian recited a long series of incantations, and struck a black tongue of fire with both palms. Zhang Ji's eyes widened, his hands firmly connected to the tongue of fire, and he struggled to support it: "Huang Ningjian! This is hell karma, you can't withstand the drive of a mortal! Your soul will be exhausted by it! "Stop? Dream! Only by killing you and getting the coffin fungus, can the plague god be willing to save my daughter." I just want my daughter, nothing else, what do I have to do with it!Even if I destroy my soul, I will kill you old thing in the way first!" Huang Ningjian poured soul power into this hell karmic fire again, and beads of sweat oozed from Zhang Ji's forehead, and his arms began to shake unconsciously.

"In that case, don't blame the old man for being ruthless!" Zhang Ji opened his arms and let the black flames attack his chest. "You, what are you?" "Since this hell karma fire is fueled by the soul, then the old man will see if your soul is strong, or my Zhang Zhongjing's strength!" Zhang Ji squeezed the karmic fire from the outside to the inside with both hands until the karmic fire was gathered in front of his chest in a ball. He circled around the karmic fire with both hands, and pushed the fireball towards Huang Ningjian vigorously. Huang Ningjian's soul obviously couldn't be as strong as Zhang Ji, and he could only be surrounded and burned by black karmic fire. Huang Ningjian struggled in pain in the karmic fire, and roared to Zhang Ji: "Zhang Ji! You don't want to succeed! Soul sacrifice!" The temple began to shake with Huang Ningjian's roar, and a low roar resounded like thunder throughout Nanlin Mountain.

"Not good!" Zhang Ji looked up at the Arhat statue in the temple. The golden body of the arhat statue began to fall off as the temple vibrate, revealing its dark skin. "Huang Ningjian, you are..."Huang Ningjian in the fire looked up to the sky and roared: "Ahhhh This is terrible! Zhang Ji thought to himself: This evil Arhat was originally sealed by Uncle Wang and almost all of his Yang Shou in this Nanlin Temple, and today this guy broke the seal, I am afraid that it will be another vicious battle! Zhang Ji was thinking of this, and the Arhat slashed down with a sword, although this Arhat is huge, but the speed is still extremely fast, Zhang Ji rolled his body to avoid being cut in two. This sword had just passed, but the ribbon in Luohan's hand had already arrived in front of Zhang Ji's body, trapping Zhang Ji firmly. As soon as this evil arhat exerted his strength, Zhang Ji was thrown on a pillar and vomited blood.

"Zhongjing!" Another person rushed in from outside the door, dressed and looked the same as Huang Ningjian, holding a sharp blade, and cutting off the ribbon that trapped Zhang Ji. "Uncle He, cough cough, I thought you..." "I'll talk about it later!" The evil arhat split down again, and Uncle Wang dragged Zhang Ji to avoid the pestle and broke out of the shed. "Zhongjing, don't speak, listen to me first. Although this evil arhat is extremely fast and powerful, he can only see people and things within his line of sight. I was knocked unconscious by this Huang Ningjian's design that day, and I lit the acupoint and poured poison into the back room and locked it in the back room, and this Huang Ningjian pretended to be me to harm people. However, I am proficient in vein pharmacology, and I only meditated for three days to unlock the acupoints and expel yin toxins. The poison prescription is solved, and there is a Changbai Mountain ginseng to inform you that you are suffering in this Nanlin Temple, so I rushed to the rescue, but I didn't want to, but this evil Arhat was released, and today's catastrophe is only sealed by me with the technique of the day!" "Uncle He! No, your longevity is not numbered!" As he spoke, Zhang Ji also rushed down, fighting with Uncle Wang and the evil Arhat. "Shuhe, you don't have much longevity, even if you use heaven and earth to ban, your strength is not enough!" As he spoke, Zhang Ji dodged the head-on sword, and the thick sword body collided with the ground and burst out with dazzling sparks. "What can it be, but now there is no other way!" "I have a plan!" As he spoke, Zhang Ji retreated to the door and took out a yellowed book from his arms: "Eight Outlines are in place!" Zhang Ji shouted. I saw that the book floated in the air, glowing with golden light, shining on the body of Uncle Wang and the evil arhat who was fighting. The Arhat's head, arms, legs, and chest each had a golden halo of light. "This is the Eight Outlines of the Evil Arhat! Hit it with my golden key!" After finishing speaking, Zhang Ji also took out his silver spoon and hit the evil Arhat. The golden and silver lights flashed one after another, and the golden and silver keys accurately hit the eight apertures on the evil arhat's body. Zhang Ji and Wang Shuhe pinched their fingers at the same time: "Disperse!" Black qi gushed out from the gold and silver spoons on the evil arhat's body, and the evil arhat also erupted in pain*, and the roar shook the heavens and the earth. As the black qi continued to spread, the evil Arhat gradually disappeared under the shroud of the black qi, leaving only the dying Huang Ningjian lying on the ground. "Zhang... Lao Zhang, Lao Wang, I... I'm sorry for you, I'm all for Xiaoxin. Huang Ningjian got up, leaned against the pillar and said slowly. Zhang Ji and Wang Shuhe hurriedly ran over and held Huang Ningjian's back: "Ning Jian, how are you?" "Don't talk, I... The soul is gone. This... The coffin fungus is just a plague demon in order to increase his strength, and it is not an antidote to the moon corpse insect at all, and the things of the yin will only speed up its reproduction. You, you just need to take out the 'sunflower' seeds at the foot of this Nanlin Mountain, mix them with the yang water in the noon mountain south canal, and then take some fragrant ash to make a powder. The moon corpse insect will come out when it gets this medicine, and the moon corpse insect likes yin by nature, and it will be extinguished when it encounters light. Also, help me take care of the little ... Xiao Xin... Xiaoxin. Huang Ningjian's mouth stopped making a sound, but he was still talking about the mouth shape of "Xiaoxin" and moved a few times. "Alas, I finally got rid of it, but it's a pity that this Ning Jian..."

"Oh no! the kid is still in the Ecstasy!"