Of course, the fortune teller Zhang shouted out a heart-rending momentum, as if he had robbed him of the money he earned as a fortune teller.

The sound of salvation frowned, he didn't think that anyone could stop him at this time.

That little Taoist priest in the realm of divine thoughts?

Cultivation is good, at this age, a cultivator who can have a Divine Mind Realm can be called a genius, and his swordsmanship is also quite mysterious, but he doesn't think that Ning Shu has the strength to strike again after slashing out the three swords, even if he can still make a move, the cultivation of the Divine Mind Realm will not pose the slightest threat to himself.

As for that fat Taoist, the strength of the First Sleep Realm is completely insufficient.

Listening to the piercing shouts in his ears, the rescuer decided to leave the three of them here forever after obtaining the mountain god talisman.

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Yuan Youtao only has the cultivation of the First Sleep Realm, and he is extremely weak in the face of this battle that is often the Divine Mind Realm, he understands that the monk did not intend to let them leave alive, but he wants to change something through himself.

He is low in cultivation, but he has money.

In the cultivation world, there are too many people who are higher than him, but there are very few people who are richer than him and can make money.

I saw that Young Master Yuan took out seven or eight small jade bottles from the wide Taoist robe like a trick, all of them were fine mutton fat jade, and he said while picking them up:

"This is the Vientiane Guiyuan Dan of the Vientiane Sect, which I bought for five thousand taels of silver. ”

"This is the gathering spirit of Linglong Gate, I bought it for 10,000 taels of silver. ”

"This is the Heavenly Sect's Tongtian Pill, which I bought for three thousand taels of silver. ”

Ning Shu listened to Yuan Youtao's words about the names of seven or eight kinds of pills, and all of them were expensive, all of them were Daomen pills that were solid and Peiyuan, among which there was the jade introduction Qinghua liquid of Kunlun Immortal Palace, Ning Shu had seen it in the record of the pills in Xiaolou, which was said to have the effect of the flesh and bones of the living and dead.

Yuan Youtao pushed a bunch of small bottles in front of Ning Shu and said, "Eat some casually, if it's not enough, I still have it, go out and kill that bald donkey after recovering my strength...... I said that you kid is hiding quite deeply, I didn't expect you to be a monk of the Divine Realm, this young master really didn't see the wrong person......"

Yuan Gongzi has a problem, when he is nervous, he will become chatterbox, and every sentence has no logical relationship.

Ning Shu was amazed at the miraculous turn between Yuan Youtao's elixir reserve and his words, and at the same time he opened the cork of the jade inducing Qinghua liquid, a clear fragrance permeated, Ning Shu, who was still in some pain on his body, felt that the pain was suddenly reduced a lot, and even the exhausted Dharma intention was replenished after drinking, coupled with the already strong physical fitness, he quickly sat down to cultivate, and recovered his strength as quickly as possible.

He looked at Yuan Youtao's chubby body and suddenly remembered a question.

Yuan Youtao saw Ning Shu looking at him with a puzzled expression, scratched his head and said, "What's the matter, doesn't it work." ”

"No, it works. ”

"Then why look at me?"

"I'd like to ask...... You put these bottles there, I didn't see you take your bags when you went up the mountain. ”

"I ......"

Yuan Youtao was about to defend himself by not looking so fat, and when this robe was quite wide, Zhang of course heard a heart-rending cry for help from outside the mountain temple.

Ning Shu stood up, the purple rune in the center of his eyebrows flashed, and fifty strings appeared in his hand, instantly turning from the size of a palm into a three-foot long sword.

"You...... Where is it hidden again?" Yuan Youtao looked at the purple long sword that suddenly appeared in Ning Shu's hand and said in a daze.

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The monk separated his folded hands and leaned forward with his right hand, and a big hand composed of small green lotuses appeared in the air, and the big hand rushed straight to the top of Zhang's head.

Rescue smiled with satisfaction.

At this moment, a purple electric light shot out from the mountain temple, and an explosion sound sounded in the courtyard instantly, and the fifty strings were like meteors cutting through the sky, and they reached the sky above the courtyard in an instant.

Followed by a small Taoist priest with a delicate face, he slowly walked out of the temple.

Of course, Zhang just felt a chill all over his body, but his face was happy, because the oppression brought by the green lotus above his head disappeared instantly, and he shouted: "Senior brother came just in time, and helped me kill this sanctimonious thief." ”

The rescue heart trembled, and a sword light emitting purple qi appeared in his eyes, and as soon as his palms were closed, the big hand that was pressing down on the top of Zhang Yuan's head instantly returned to his body, to resist the sword light.

The purple sword light only froze slightly, and then penetrated the big hand composed of Qinglian, and turned around a little embarrassed, avoiding the purple sword light, and the next moment, Fifty Strings appeared in Ning Shu's hand.

A bloody wound appeared on the face of the rescuer.

There was a faint anger on his face, he didn't expect that this little Taoist priest still had the strength to fight, let alone that he was injured with just one sword, and this sword light was much more powerful than any previous sword, and it was also more mysterious.

"How can a monk of the Divine Mind Realm have such a mysterious sword technique?" Salvation was a little annoyed in his heart, and at the same time he was curious about what kind of sword this little Taoist priest was using, it was so sharp that even his own Fayi Qinglian couldn't block it.

Ning Shu and Zhang of course stood side by side in front of the mountain temple, Yuan Youtao also came out of the temple and threw a porcelain bottle at Zhang of course, of course Zhang didn't look at it, he pulled out the stopper and poured his head into his mouth, a fragrance came out, and Zhang of course's originally pale face suddenly became ruddy.

The rescue was silent, he saw it clearly, the fat Taoist priest handed him the Dragon Elephant Huitian Pill of the Western Sect, and it looked like the fat Taoist priest was still carrying five or six different small jade bottles in his hand.

It's all elixir.

It's just that a monk in the Divine Mind Realm can hurt him, and now even a fat man in the First Sleep Realm can pose a threat to him.

He felt a little cold in his heart, and at the same time, he became more clear about the idea of killing the three people.

As long as you kill them, whether it is the elixir in the hand of the fat Taoist, or the talisman of the mountain god, or the sword glowing with purple qi in the hand of the little Taoist.

It's going to be his.

The rescuer released a golden light, pinched a magic seal, stepped on the Golden Lotus Bridge, and pressed towards Ning Shu, who was holding the sword, because he had a feeling that this young man with the sword was the biggest threat to him.

The handprint poked down from mid-air, white and shiny like jade, and the fifty strings moved with Ning Shu's mind, and the purple qi slashed into the handprint.

The giant hand didn't care about the sharpness of the sword, and his five fingers bent and grabbed at the blade, trying to snatch the sword down.

Because the speed of the fifty strings is too fast, it looks as thin as a cicada's wings, and the sword body is wrapped with purple qi and moves slightly, like the wings of a dragonfly, and like the wings of a butterfly, giving people a feeling of life, light and agile.

The moment the monk's handprint touched the sword body, Fifty Strings disappeared instantly, and at the moment of disappearance, it quickly slashed around the wrist of the handprint.

Blood beads dripped from the rescuer's hands, the handprints were connected to his body, and a bloody mouth had already appeared on his wrist.

Of course, Zhang watched it from the sidelines, this sword was so agile, light and powerful, he knew that even if he was himself, he couldn't avoid this sword.

"Senior brother, I really didn't misunderstand you, and I came to help you. He shouted.

While retracting the handprint, Ning Shu's sword did not stop, and stabbed towards the eyes of the rescuer.

Yuan Youtao watched Ning Shu Imperial Sword stabbing towards the rescue, and couldn't help but feel relieved for a while, and shouted: "Good stab, kill this bastard with a beast heart." ”

In Yuan Youtao's opinion, the monk in front of him is really disgusting, obviously he wants to kill people and seize treasures, but he pretends to be a matter of course, he himself is shameless enough, but he is not as hypocritical as this monk.

The rescuer's hand became even more irritated after being stabbed, although it was only a wound, but it hurt him both physically and mentally, and there was a breath of killing that spread from the wound on his wrist to his whole body, straight to his heart.

"Where did you learn your swordsmanship!"

He didn't understand how a monk in the realm of divine thought could cultivate such a skilled swordsmanship, combined with the fact that he had such a cultivation at a young age, he felt that the other party must be a disciple of a certain force, but there were only a few famous sword cultivation holy places in this heaven and earth, all of which were sects that had been inherited for thousands of years, and there were many holy places like Jinao Island that had Dao ancestors, but he had never heard of such a smart sword technique.

Ning Shu didn't answer, the sword in his hand was more than three feet long, the purple qi was hazy, the whole sword was very simple, without any decoration, like a rough embryo, it had not been polished too much, simple and mysterious.

Rescue is determined to win this sword, and he still steps on the golden bridge composed of golden lotuses.

This time it was different, there were words in his mouth, and the golden bridge gradually solidified, and the golden lotus pieces fused together, as if they were about to turn into a real bridge.

"This is the Red Dust Bridge of Western Teaching. Of course, Zhang exclaimed.

The golden bridge bloomed with divine brilliance, breaking through the black light that protected the three of them, and the golden light wrapped around the sword in Ning Shu's hand, as if to restrain him.

Just as the golden light wrapped around Ning Shu's arm, the fifty-string sword body trembled, and a sword groan sounded from Ning Shu's hand, the sword groan was not loud, but it was very crisp, echoing throughout the courtyard.

Like a snake, the fifty strings cut an arc in the golden light, and the golden light shattered everywhere it passed.

"Hmph. ”

Rescue snorted coldly, the monk's robe trembled, and the green lotus in his hand emitted pure clear light, like a burning flame.

That is the power of faith of all beings in the spiritual mountain.

It is like a karmic fire for others and for oneself, and the salvation uses this to refine the body, and also wants to burn the three of them to ashes.

Seeing that the slightest power of faith was like a burning mountain fire, it was about to drown the three of them.

The mutation was abrupt, Zhang of course bit the tip of his tongue and spurted a line of blood into the air, and then he used blood as ink and fingers as pens to quickly write a talisman and paste it on the lacquered porcelain basin.

The lacquered porcelain basin suddenly became black, and a terrifying suction force came from the mouth of the basin, instantly sucking the power of faith released by the monks into the porcelain basin.

At the same time, the fifty-string purple light in Ning Shu's hand flashed, and he held the sword in one hand and slashed towards the Six-Rank Golden Lotus Bridge.

Bridge.

This is Ning Shu's own swordsmanship.

The six-pin golden lotus bridge is broken inch by inch.

The sword intent of the broken bridge did not stop, and went straight to the monk to save him.

A hint of horror flashed in the monk's eyes.

When the fifty-string sword light slashed at the rescuer, it seemed to be slashed into the air, and the monk's rescue dispersed with the wind, leaving only a broken green lotus.