In the compartment, the man and the old man drank together at the table, and the wine was full of wine, which was a bosom friend. With sea bass wine, push the glass and change the lamp, express their elegance and get drunk.

In the dense jungle, the Taoist priest looked cold, and drew talismans to invite God. Although the old man saw the way of his magic, he was not too surprised, but he thought that he had lived for more than a thousand years and was well-informed. He pinched the trick and recited the mantra, looked at the ethereal gilded rune like a lonely goose, and muttered to himself.

As the saying goes, if you don't know how to draw talismans, you will make ghosts and gods laugh. If you know how to draw a talisman, you will be shocked by the ghosts and gods. At this time, the elegant Taoist who drew this authentic Heavenly Master Dao secret talisman undoubtedly belonged to the latter.

The Taoist priest stretched out his hand and gestured lightly, and the runes that turned and flowed seemed to be aware, and the brilliance flowed, and the spirit jumped to the extreme.

"Heavenly Master Dao?" the Taoist priest sighed lightly, his eyes showing doubt. But the movements of his subordinates are still unambiguous. He nudged his right hand vertically, and thunder wrapped around his wrist, like a silver snake swimming. The vermilion lacquer runes moved by the force, and the purple meaning scattered was even more magnificent, radiant, like a lotus flower in seconds. The Taoist priest shouted, the green tendons on his hands burst out, and he slapped his palm at the white-haired old man.

Zhu Guangdao said, like smoke in the sun.

The old man couldn't do anything, and hurriedly retreated, wanting to slow down his breath and refine his cultivation to the true meaning and then compete with him again. However, the Taoist priest was forced to force each other, not only interrupting his qi by taking the sword and swinging the demon, but almost killed him, but at this time he was even more aggressive and ruthless. He thought in his heart, this fucking monk is like a monk, not only does he not have the chic demeanor of an immortal who is compassionate and compassionate, but he has the fierce and decisive determination to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

"Wen Zhiliang, Lao Tzu wants to see if it is your authentic talisman that has been passed down to my Great Xia Dynasty that is powerful, or whether I, the old man of the previous dynasty, have clever means. The old man had no way to retreat, no way to avoid, and shouted angrily. Finally, the dog hurriedly let go of the fist-clenching palm that had not been released for a long time, and was about to cover the vermilion rune that seemed to contain the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth.

His face was hideous, and his muscles were bulging. The fingers opened slightly, and green light poured out from between the open fingers, flickering and disappearing.

The old man smiled miserably and didn't speak. Only the bright light in the palm of the hand is bright and uncertain, like a ghost fire, terrifying.

The young man held his breath and condensed, and he didn't dare to breathe, his five fingers pressed against his palm, and he still couldn't stop his trembling body. By the time the rune illuminated the surrounding world, the boy's fist-clasped hands felt sticky and slippery. It turned out that he had already been covered with cold sweat unconsciously, and his hair and back were cold.

One person and one demon each exert their own pressure box means, and there is a tendency to speak of life and death. At this moment, the pair of young men and women who had ordered to gather most of the demons and spirits in Longhai County came with all kinds of demon gods.

"Green Bamboo Command!" A tall man stepped on the clouds and mist, shouted at the Taoist priest, he held a broad axe in each hand, and smashed it down on the Taoist priest who was far away in the sky with a bang. The thunder exploded, destroying the city and breaking the river.

At the same time, a bright ghost fire behind the man made a crisp sound like a copper bell, and a child who looked like a seven or eight-year-old was shaking with a pair of beast head copper bells in his hand, and a thousand rays of light were born on his red coat pocket.

The child drank softly, the copper bell shook, and the sound of receiving orders came and went, spreading between the mountains and forests, and the sound was corresponding, and the air was connected.

Among the three groups of ghost fires, only the last green ghost fire remained, and it was outside the battlefield of the battle, not close or far, as if waiting for the right time.

After the three dark green ghost fires, it was naturally the pair of young men and women standing side by side, walking in unison. And the only difference at this moment is that the young man who usually looks like a humble son is full of hatred and gritting his teeth at this time. Obviously, he hated this Taoist priest to the extreme.

"This is? haha, Wen Zhiliang, the sky will never stop me" The old man smiled sadly on his face. He stared at the approaching immortal talisman seal with a pair of dark eyes, and said with a cruel smile: "Lao Tzu, as an old minister of the Great Xia Dynasty, how can he die under the means of my Great Xia Dynasty's own family. ”

"Wen Zhiliang!" he gritted his teeth, making a sound of crushing teeth, and blood and tears flowed from his eyes. Without waiting for the immortal rune that made him unhappy to the extreme, he finally opened his fist palm and slapped it at the dim sky, lightning and thunder, and a meteor said.

The old man smashed the rune with all his palm, and suddenly he was a little out of breath, and his face was dripping with sweat. Don't wait for a break. He lifted the still bleeding palm and wiped the sweat from his sideburns.

The wind is miserable, and the rain is drifting. The big raindrops fell one after another, like an immortal weeping.

The Taoist priest had no time to take care of him, and he couldn't care about the old man who shouted sadly, and he took it from left to right, or pointed or pointed, and repelled the attacking points of light.

The points of light are large or small, bright or dark, although the cultivation has its own high and low, but at this time, it is completely a desperate posture to the Taoist priest, each showing his means.

The young man's magical means are naturally unambiguous, although he does not hold the blade, but the power of his subordinates can be said to be on par with the mountain ape. He either slashed down horizontally with his hand as a knife and stabbed straight into the Shenhai of the Taoist Spirit's Mansion, or he turned his slender body into an imposing and mighty demon sword and slashed at the Taoist priest. Leave no room for all, not for yourself, but for others. And the woman is fingers or wipes or dots, pinching all kinds of magical powers, all kinds of things. Or there is a big Jiao with a length of more than 100 zhang to make waves to irrigate the world, or there is a nine-headed eagle with wings to break the wind and waves, and the eagle strikes the sky. Ever-changing, endless.

With the assistance of the woman's magic powers, the young man's swordsmanship and sword skills are even more proficient. With a sword in one hand, he actually forced the Taoist priest who looked like an immortal in the world to turn around and block, his eyes were solemn.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the woman saw the opportunity, and the magic between her fingers changed, and the eagle falcon Changjiao did not pounce on the Taoist, but transformed into a fairy mansion, imprisoning the Taoist priest in a long corridor with no end in sight, unpredictable.

The illusion is endless, and the danger is full of dangers.

The old man did not join the battlefield in full swing at this time, but picked up his tattered robe, and looked at the dim sky where the Dao Silver Snake swam away.

The bitter wind and bitter rain poured down, all of which slapped the corners of the old man's eyes and eyebrows. His face was sad, his fingers trembled slightly, and he stood alone in the rain without showing his demeanor, looking like an old man next door, lonely and helpless, and extremely sad. The old man was stunned, remembering the nightmare that often woke him up and haunted him in the middle of the night.

That year, the gentle men above the golden temple waved goodbye and never saw each other again; That year, the fire did not stop for three months, and the fortune of the 800-year-old dynasty was burned; that year, I did not ask about current affairs, only sought the truth of poetry and books, and gave up the sound of articles and hundreds of books, and the Tao was a demon, and the spirit was not as good as the way of heaven. At this time, he thought about these major events that each of them profoundly changed the situation, and he was a little puzzled, and he felt that some things were taken for granted.

In the final analysis, his skills are still inferior to others, and he lacks skills.

"I'm not reconciled" The old man recalled the past, and the old tears were rampant. He shouted miserably, as if he stomped down on the ground with his right foot in his mouth, and a bright yellow light jumped out of the bottom, revealing a man with a spring breeze smile on the corner of his mouth.

The man's bright yellow clothes are added, although it is just a reflection, but the confidence and grace that can be revealed make people feel that he is unspeakably expensive and unattainable. The man's figure flickered, flickering and flickering.

"Your Majesty" The old man looked at the figure blankly, and fell to his knees with a thud, and the old tears were all over the place.

......

In Shouchun City, the man in bright yellow clothes who had improved his complexion in the past few days suddenly fainted on the table and knocked down the piles of bamboo slips in front of him.

"Your Majesty" A slightly sharp voice sounded anxiously, and before he could help the man up, a shrill shout had already reached the slightly dim outside the hall, and the figures were suddenly in a hurry, shouting in a panic to quickly transmit the imperial doctor Yunyun.

The old man knelt down and trembled. He dug his hands into the dirt and slammed his forehead the soft, wet dirt. One board and one glance, unambiguous, different from the previous decisive and ruthless.

The Taoist priest stretched out his hands flat, pulled them to both sides to form a palm, and whistled and slapped at the entangled evil demons, and in an instant, most of the dark green ghost fire was extinguished without a trace, and his soul was scattered.

The group of green ghost fire floating on the border finally stopped floating left and right, and under the flickering firelight, a beautiful woman with a plump figure and a charming face was revealed, her colorful sleeves fluttered, and her slender waist swayed from side to side.

At this time, if someone can look from the sky, they will definitely see the smoke and fog, like a wonderful scene like watercolor.

"Dao Chief, I'm good at illusion formations, and I also know some fist and foot kung fu, so it's better for Dao Commander to be careful. The woman smiled charmingly, stretched out her sleeve and wiped her charming little face, turned into a hundred-foot-long patterned python, spit out and swallowed at him.

The Taoist priest was in a trance, and before he could turn around and dodge the shocking sword that the young man slashed directly, the vast purple qi that surrounded him was a few inches thick and disappeared a lot, and he couldn't care about the horror in his heart, he quickly retreated. But the man's sharp sword was handed to his face, cutting off his hanging hair.

Wisdom sword slashes green silk.