The female ghost struggled, her figure was slowly dragged closer to the grave, and she spit out several mouthfuls of yin blood, and the ghost looked several times dimmer than the original, and shouted in the direction of Feng Zhuang in a hoarse voice: "Ancestor save me!"

At this moment, a strange wooden sword flew from the direction of Feng Zhuang and flew lightly in the direction of the female ghost. The wooden sword exuded a thick evil aura in the moonlight, and the temperature around it plummeted, Ji Zijian held the Fusang branch in his hand, and hurriedly pulled Feng Qiang back hundreds of meters.

The wooden sword flew in, lightly cut off the soul rope, and the female ghost ran quickly in the direction of Fengzhuang as if she had been pardoned. The wooden sword was unforgiving, flipped up and down, and the nine-star Bai Impermanence on the left was pierced through the head by a sword before he even had time to react. The face of the black impermanence Gu Jing Wubo finally showed a look of horror, and he couldn't resist as he watched the flying sword fly towards him.

With a cold snort, a white palm suddenly appeared in front of Hei Wuchang, grabbing the wooden sword with his bare hands.

The wooden sword buzzed in the white palm, but it could not break free. Ji Zijian saw the black impermanence beside him, and he didn't know when there were two more figures. One monk and one monk, the two of them were dressed in monk's robes that looked ordinary, and in the center of the eyebrows of the two, there were nine moons each.

Seduce the Soul!

"Hehe, it's a big fish!" said the monk with a grin, holding the wooden sword in his hand.

The Taoist priest on the side looked solemn, looking at the direction of Feng Zhuang not far away, and did not have time to speak, when suddenly the wind gusted, and an ancient temple slowly flew in, which seemed to be only the size of a palm, and gradually became larger, until it was the size of an ordinary house.

The door of the temple was closed, and there were two stone pestles in front of the door, connected by a very thick hemp rope, on which hung a bronze bell, on which there seemed to be a faint pattern, but it was too far away to see clearly.

With the appearance of the palace, Ji Zijian could feel the suffocating yin qi from afar, as if he was in hell.

"Immortal weapon!" The monk lost his voice, and a five-colored flowing soul flag appeared in his hand, and at the same time, there was also the book of life and death in the hand of the Taoist priest next to him.

Seeing this, Ji Zijian pulled Feng Qiang to retreat again, and then withdrew from more than three miles, which was already the limit of his current eyesight.

The three treasures collided in the air, and there was no earth-shattering noise as imagined, but time seemed to stop in an instant, as the three treasures collided together, the whole world seemed to be connected into an ink painting, becoming obscure, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed to be forcibly pulled into the painting, only lustre, losing the spirituality of the past.

Immediately afterwards, a yin qi that destroyed the world and earth diffused from the place of origin, and Ji Zijian wanted to flee when he saw this, but found that his body did not obey the call.

Through the "Fusang Branch", he felt the vitality of the surrounding trees under the influence of this destructive breath, and it was rapidly draining, Ji Zijian was taken aback, and couldn't help shouting loudly, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.

The eyes can see, the ears can hear, it is clearly the real world, but there is no sound to hear, the body is affected by the radiated breath, and even the soul is out of the body.

The branches in his hands were rapidly losing their vitality, from their original dark cyan to their original dark black, and they became withered. And Feng Qiang, who was beside him, was bleeding almost instantly, lying on the ground, and even the soul that had just crawled out of the corpse was annihilated in an instant.

"Hmph! At the end of the strong crossbow, a good immortal weapon was violently destroyed by you and cultivated into a yin weapon!" The monk seemed to be close at hand, but the voice seemed to come from the sky.

Suddenly, there was a "click", as if the immortal hall was overwhelmed, and a crack opened, and a five-colored glow flew out of the immortal hall, and the five-colored immortal qi sprinkled on the soul banner and the book of life and death, and the two immortal weapons became dim at the time.

The glow of the sun fell on the trees that had been destroyed in an instant, and the trees were restored to life at a speed visible to the naked eye, even more so than before.

For a while, the world seemed to be back to its original state, and Ji Zijian's body, which was about to faint, also recovered fifty or sixty percent in an instant.

"It's really fairy, let's go!"

"Hmph, the junior child destroys my Taoism, and he should be punished!" A majestic and old voice came out from the immortal hall.

Ji Zijian saw that the two sides were tense, and hurriedly retreated three or four miles, luck into his eyes, and saw a blurred palm poking out of the immortal hall from a distance, grabbing a monk below.

The monks and Taoists seemed to be unaware, standing motionless and not resisting. In the moment between life and death, the mutation trembled.

A middle-aged man with a vague figure who seemed to be dressed in a Taoist robe stood in front of a monk, his left hand behind his back, and his right index finger pointed out a finger against the immortal hall. The cracks in the immortal hall instantly became much larger, and the glow flowed, and countless treasures flew out from all directions.

That's the treasure of the River Temple!

Countless treasures fell in the surrounding jungle, and countless wild beasts in the jungle roared and fell into the river, and in the water of the ancient Yellow River, countless creatures let out a huge roar that shook the sky.

All things have spirits, and the creation of the fairy world, who doesn't covet it?

There was a glow that fell hundreds of meters away from Ji Zijian, Ji Zijian glanced at Feng Qiang, who had already lost his soul on the side, his savior, and secretly said sorry.

A handful of Feng Qiang's baggage was stuffed into the jade box, crawling over with difficulty, and saw a bundle of bamboo slips falling in the grass, but he didn't have time to look at it carefully, so he hurriedly put it into the jade box.

After waiting all night and finally waiting for his own creation, Ji Zijian retreated into the depths of the woods without looking back. I thought that this was a real immortal fight, and the treasure that fell out of the immortal hall that even the September Soul Envoy couldn't help should not be as unbearable as the two chess pieces in the lonely mountain.

I don't know who the Taoist priest is later, one finger can fight against immortal weapons, could it be the power of the underworld?

The sound and breath in his body flowed rapidly, and Ji Zijian ran for nearly an hour in one breath, avoiding it from a distance as long as he sensed that there was a grave, until he ran into another dense forest, and he didn't dare to stop. Still hearing Chen Yuanyuan's confused shout, Ji Zijian slowly stopped.

Calculating the distance, I have already run fifty or sixty kilometers, of course, for those powerful people, this distance may be a casual step. Listening to the countless beast roars around him, as well as Chen Yuanyuan's cordial greetings, Ji Zijian was still a lot more relieved.

"My lord, don't run, the woman didn't chase after her. ”

"Yuanyuan, what did you do just now? Why can't I hear you say yes when I call you for a long time?"

"That, I...."Chen Yuanyuan's voice sounded a little aggrieved: "I said a long time ago that I don't like fighting!"

Next, Ji Zijian knocked on the side and asked Chen Yuanyuan, who was twisting and pinching, for a long time, only to know that Chen Yuanyuan was because the sunspot hit the woman's head, and his brain was splashed and he was frightened by the bloody scene on the spot.

Ji Zijian couldn't cry or laugh. Looking at Chen Yuanyuan, who was still wearing white plain clothes, he couldn't help but laugh a little, and randomly thought that it was good to faint, that kind of yin and evil qi even the bloody Feng Qiang died, Chen Yuanyuan was a yin spirit, no matter how high the Tao was, I was afraid that it would inevitably disappear in an instant.

So he roughly told Chen Yuanyuan what happened after Chen Yuanyuan fainted. Rao is a female ghost who has lived for more than 300 years, and she is dumbfounded.

Ji Zijian looked at the mysterious branch in his hand that had withered with regret, and thought to himself that the most urgent thing now was to improve his strength.

After a little discussion with Chen Yuanyuan, he planned to find a decent place and set up a Maogong rockery formation, firstly, to avoid the attacks of wild beasts in the forest, and secondly, Ji Zijian still hoped that Feng Yi's people could not find him, and as for the one in the underworld, he couldn't be interested in a little person like himself.

It was already late at night, but because the treasures in Feng Yi's treasure hall were scattered, and the beasts and birds in the forest were not lively, Ji Zijian ate a few fairy peaches and rested for a while.

"Yuanyuan, I thought about it, we have to go back to the banks of the Yellow River, go southeast, just stay away from the direction of Fengzhuang, the world has changed, it has rained so much, there must be no shortage of water in the forest, and the beasts are afraid that they have to drink water regularly, which is too unsafe. ”

Chen Yuanyuan naturally had no opinion, and hid back in the sunspot again, so Ji Zijian first ran south for two hours in the middle of the night, met a deserted hardware store along the way, ran in and took three or four iron axes and two iron shovels without handles and stuffed them into the jade box, and found two plastic buckets along the way, and some daily necessities such as plastic dishes and chopsticks.

I can't help but regret that I didn't take the stone sword that the female corpse was smashed by my own white son, and now I don't have a sharp weapon to take advantage of.

As for Hei Baizi, Heizi has a blood-fainting pig teammate like Chen Yuanyuan, I don't know if I can make it move next time, and Baizi is even more unbearable, although everything is restrained, but this thing is like a stone with no accurate head, it can only be hit in a straight line, as long as it is a little skilled enemy, it can be easily avoided, after all, it is not as good as a tracking missile driven by a machine spirit!

ran all the way in the eastward direction, and at about three or four o'clock in the morning, the boiling birds and beasts in the forest finally faded away, and Ji Zijian rushed to the canal again.

Ji Zijian ran around two or three kilometers to the left and right, making sure that there were no wild graves and other things that provoked the evil spirit, and not far from the river, he found a big tree with deep roots and picked some well.

With experience, according to Chen Yuanyuan's instructions, he poured out a bowl of snake blood, dipped it in bright red snake blood, drew a formation rune at the root of the stump of the nine big trees selected around, and drew eight runes on the ground according to the direction of the gossip.

According to Chen Yuanyuan, the blood of the snake is from yin to poison, and using this yin qi to drive the qi of heaven and earth is much more effective than painting with bare hands.

Ji Zijian suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Yuanyuan, if I burn your clothes, how can I burn them, do I have to build a new grave for you?"

Chen Yuanyuan rolled his eyes, told Ji Zijian that it was so after dawn, and assigned Ji Zijian the direction of the well and the drawing method of the rune next to the well, seeing that the sky was about to dawn, he glanced at Ji Zijian with some unwillingness, and returned to the sunspot.

Himeko took a short rest in the same place, took out an axe without a handle, picked thin branches around it with her bare hands, made the handle of the axe, and with the difficulty of sharpening a wooden stick three or four feet long as the handle of the shovel.

According to the established direction, a well of three feet and three feet deep was drilled, and a rune was drawn next to the well. With a bucket, it is much easier to change water back and forth, and with Ji Zijian's current physique, two buckets at a time are like child's play, and the well is filled five or six times. Ji Zijian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, poured a bowl of snake blood into the earthen well, and inserted the withered dark black Fusang branch in his hand into the wall of the well.