Fists and swords clashed, and the heavens and the earth changed color.

The air burst out with eye-recognizable ripples, densely packed like cracked ice, emitting a "crunch" screeching sound wave. The walls of the mountain shook violently in the rushing air, the cracks widened rapidly, and streams of rain carrying mud and stones poured down from the top of the mountain, rushing all the way down the slope to merge into a gray mud river.

The breeze and the swallow hitting the waves are facing each other, and the momentum is tightly interlocked. Yan Zhenglang was below, standing still, the breeze leaped into the air, the body was flat, and the two sides maintained the posture when the fists and swords were exchanged.

"Bang!" there was a loud sound that pierced the clouds and cracked the stones, and the slope a few feet behind the two sides broke completely and slid down. The rock wall on the mountainside shook violently and collapsed, and the turbulence and the rubble fell like a waterfall, rolling down. Zhang Wuyi screamed, had nowhere to dodge, fell into the mudslide and fell, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"Boom!" The ground shook and countless ravines collapsed along the slope, some collapsing inwards and some twisting and uplifting. The mountains collapsed one after another, and the rocks and mudslides rolled down wildly, sounding like thunder and smoke.

The two of them continued to collapse, only under Yan Zhenglang, there was still a foothold of about three feet, like a cliff towering lonely, crumbling.

"Daoyou's sword is really a stroke of genius. Yan Zhenglang suddenly spoke, the sound was still clearly audible in the deafening landslide, and the deep and vast void hole slowly shrank towards the center and disappeared into his fist. "Incarnate with the body, incarnate with the talisman, and transform the talisman and the body, which is ingenious. In today's war, the Sprinkle family has gained a lot. ”

The hairpin slipped from the breeze bun, and the long hair spread out in mid-air. He looked at the peachwood rune sword in his hand in a trance, and blood splattered on it, like red tears.

The Shenxiao Sword Technique passed down by the descendants of the Taishang Shenxiao Sect has never been something that a poor Taoist can hope for. He could only rely on the simplest "True Solution of the Rune", practice step by step, think step by step, and sharpen this rune sword step by step.

This is not the sword you want, but it is the only sword in the world that belongs to you.

A cloudy teardrop quietly rolled down from the corner of the wind's eyes and was carried away by the wind. The peachwood rune sword shattered inch by inch in the wind, and it was wiped out.

The mud and rocks fell like rain from above, and the breeze fell backwards, falling into the torrent of mud and rock, and was instantly washed away.

"Boom!" The night sky thundered and lightning, illuminating the surroundings in a miserable white. The whole mountain fell apart and sank with a bang, stirring up dust and smoke that obscured the air.

The earth shook violently, and the ground squeezed and arched, cracking open the criss-crossing ravines. A series of deafening roars rang out, and the surrounding peaks shook one after another, bursting into countless fan-like folds. Torrential rain and concrete streams washed down, and large swaths of mountain rocks poured down like avalanches, one after another.

Yan hit the waves and jumped in the air, dodging the torrent of rocks while running away at high speed in the distance. Under the divine power of nature that collapsed and cracked the ground, the Great Grandmaster was also difficult to hold off and had to retreat temporarily.

"Boom, boom, boom-" The raging torrents swallowed up the mud, rocks, grass and trees, like wild dragons rushing from all directions, connecting into a stormy ocean!

Yan Zhenglang suddenly caught a glimpse of the flash torrent rushing past the corpse of a small novice, the corpse's eyes were closed, and his little finger trembled faintly. Yan hit the waves in his heart, turned back to the past, lightly connected the dots on the water surface with his toes, stretched out his arms to scoop up the little novice, and probed into a trace of turbidity to investigate.

Xiao Shami's heart stopped beating, and he couldn't breathe, but the skin and flesh were warm and elastic, and there seemed to be a wisp of life in his heart. Yan Zhenglang's eyes flashed, and he quickly walked away with Xiao Shami, and at the same time, his spiritual power radiated out in all directions. It didn't take long for him to turn halfway and catch up with the surging torrent, and the lower half of the python's body was floating and sinking with the waves. Yan Zhenglang laughed, grabbed the python body, and walked away.

An hour later, the little novice woke up.

"Ahh

The surroundings were dim, slimy, and wet, and the whole body seemed to be covered in a thick and soft flesh cavity. He reached out and touched it, and when he came to it, it was full of blood, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

Then a big hand dragged him out, and Yan Zhenglang licked his bald head with his fingers sarcastically: "The little monk has a big head, a big life, and a loud shout, and the Sprinkle family is finally not busy in vain." ”

Xiao Shami raised his head, looked at the big man with a messy beard in front of him in a daze, and touched his head for a while: "Isn't the little monk dead? It turns out that the donor saved me." He folded his hands and bowed in thanks, "Thank you for your great kindness." ”

"The Sprinkle family is just a help, and it is this beast that really helps. Yan Zhenglang grinned toothily and kicked the half-cut python body at his feet, "This beast is probably an ancient strange beast, and its qi and blood are terrifying, and the Sprinkle family stuffed you into its stomach to replenish its vitality." You were so enchanted by the Yin Nine White Tiger Seven Evil Swords that you faked your death, but your injuries were not fatal. As for the turbidity qi that he had spent years of hard cultivation, he didn't say a word about repairing the injured meridians and internal organs for the other party.

Xiao Shami asked eagerly, "Donor, what about my master, uncle, and brother?"

Yan Zhenglang shook his head and told the story in a few words. With tears in his eyes, the little novice stared blankly into the distance. They were on a high hill, surrounded by floods, and they didn't know where the bodies of their brothers and sisters were. Thinking of this, the little novice rose from his heart, knelt down and wept.

Yan Zhenglang shrugged his shoulders and said, "Aren't you monks known as the four major empty, how can you also have the attitude of children?"

Xiao Shami paused for a moment and wiped his tears: "The little monk didn't practice enough, and he couldn't help but be sad, and the donor smiled." He sat down, silently recited a mantra, thought about it and asked, "Dare to ask the donor, we, our group are used as bait?"

Yan Zhenglang was silent, and Xiao Shami was stunned for a moment, and suddenly burst into tears and smiled. Yan hit Langqi and said, "What are you happy about?"

Xiao Shami said reverently: "Since the Daomen has come to ambush us, then the other senior brother can reach the cloud wilderness safely and magnify the Dharma. The little monk naturally rejoiced in his heart. ”

Yan Zhenglang was even more curious in his heart: "You don't have any resentment?"

Xiao Shami clasped his palms together and smiled: "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? ”

Yan Zhenglang pouted: "You little bald head is kind-hearted, just crying and laughing, not like a Buddhist disciple!"

The little novice pondered for a moment, and then said happily: "If I don't cry or laugh, am I still human? If there is no one, how can I be a Buddha?"

Yan Zhenglang stroked his palms and laughed: "Well said! Well said! You little monk is much more interesting than Dao'an's bald man! Come on, come on, it's rare to meet a friend with the right appetite, and the Sprinkler family invites you to eat meat!" He grabbed the Qiyi, tore open the colorful thick skin, dug out the internal organs, washed the turbulence below a few times, and then used his palm like a knife to cut the meat into thin slices.

Although the blood and internal organs of the Qiyi are fishy, the muscles are white and crystalline, and the color is faint, revealing a strange fragrance. Yan hit the waves with his palm, and the scorching turbidity came out, and the meat slices were cooked in an instant.

The wonderful fragrance suddenly fills the hills, rich and fragrant, sweet and attractive. It is not like a single meat aroma, but like a fresh taste mixed with Ganoderma lucidum fairy grass. Yan Zhenglang couldn't help but move his index finger, grabbed the meat slices, and chewed happily while admiring.

The little novice sniffed and sat still. Yan Zhenglang looked at him and suddenly said, "The Sprinkle family forgot, you monks are vegetarians." It's just that there is a flash flood and you can't find anything to eat nearby, are you going to starve to death?"

"But the precepts of the master ......" Xiao Shami scratched his head in embarrassment, his stomach suddenly rumbled a few times, he smiled shyly, looked at the snow-white slices of flesh, and hesitated for a long time.

Yan Zhenglang shook his head: "The precepts are dead, and people are alive." You are too persistent, and you fall behind. ”

Little Shami's clear eyes flashed with inspiration, and suddenly clapped his hands and sang:

"How can there be ruthlessness?

What is the void of nothing?

Crying and laughing can't be stopped,

The river goes and the water flows. ”

He clasped his palms together and smiled, grabbed a stack of slices of meat, and devoured them. Yan Banglang laughed loudly, and also joined in the grab, and the two of them ate thousands of catties of meat cleanly. Yan Hitting Lang has profound skills, and it is not difficult to digest, but Xiao Shami is because when Yan Hitting Lang healed him, he washed the marrow with pure Yang Turbidity Qi and laid the strongest foundation of martial arts.

"Little monk, what's your name?" Yan Zhenglang swallowed the last piece of meat and patted his belly with satisfaction.

The little novice clasped his palms together: "The little monk's name is Huiyuan." ”

"I believe that the name of the Sprinkle family, Huiyuan, will definitely resound in the Eight Desolations in the future!" Yan Zhenglang smiled slightly, his eyes burning. This fierce beast meat is comparable to the top heaven and earth treasure, reborn, the effect is amazing, Huiyuan has this opportunity, the future is limitless.

It's a pity that the upper half of the body is more expensive, and I don't know which one is cheaper.

The hillside burst, and the flood swept up the branch hunt, and in a real moment, he woke up from the "nothingness" of the winter cicada stinging technique.

A feeling of dizziness swept through his body and mind, his limbs were weak and weak, and his whole person was like a serious illness, so weak that he was only an empty shell. The Winter Cicada Sting Technique was too draining of qi and blood, and the qi and blood replenished by the eight times of cutting hair and washing the marrow were exhausted, and his condition at this time was even worse than when he left Bailing Mountain.

A wave came violently, and it swept into the face of the real man, and the mud poured into his nostrils. Zhi Jia Zhen choked a few mouthfuls, trembled with all his might, and turned to the Xia Cicada Cultivation Technique.

Wisps of turbid qi were drawn from all directions, and they were continuously inhaled into his body, mending the lost vitality little by little. Zhi Hunt really endured the feeling of powerlessness in his whole body, and the spiritual waves in the sea kept changing, and his body moved with the turbulence of the mountain torrent, like a light fallen leaf, ups and downs, and skillfully balanced in the rapid waves.

The mountain torrent wrapped around Zhijiazhen, all the way around the mountain and slopes, rushing to the north. After some time, the momentum of the torrential rain began to decrease and the torrent gradually slowed down. The dark sky oozed a touch of fish's belly white, and the mountains and forests on both sides of the flood gradually appeared in a blue and blue blurred outline.

Suddenly, Zhi Hunt really felt a large amount of turbid two qi surging from the northwest direction, which was vast and vigorous, greatly replenishing vitality, like the breath of heaven and earth. He hesitated slightly, broke out of the torrent, grabbed the qi roots of the old tree on the shore, and climbed up with all his might.

Zhijia Zhen took a moment of breath and walked in that direction while running the Xia Cicada Cultivation Technique. The surrounding forest is lush with vines and trees, and occasionally a crisp birdsong or two can be heard from the dense foliage above.

Ahead, the turbid two qi are getting stronger and stronger, and the branch hunting is really like drinking alcohol, and a warm breath is born in the internal organs. He hadn't gone far before he saw a huge, hideous lion's head in the grass.

More than a dozen pairs of green eyes turned sharply, staring at Zhi Kari, his fangs dripping and letting out a sinister roar.