(This plot is really hard to write...... Thank you to the book friend "Demon Swordsman" for 1888, thank you to "angleyuran" for your generous reward, and all of you for your enthusiastic monthly ticket support!)

The previous flag appeared, like a Luo umbrella, which could shelter from the wind and rain, and also isolate thunder and lightning, giving Xu Jun a feeling of being in a desperate situation.

However, the time of peace and tranquility was so short-lived, but in an instant, the thunder knocked the flag back to its original shape, and fell to the ground, losing its effect.

Xu Jun was anxious.

Bang!

The thunder was mixed with wind and rain, like a rolling wave, pouring down from the nine heavens, wanting to envelop Chen Sanlang, with nowhere to escape and nowhere to stay......

"San Lang!"

Xu Jun let out a heart-rending call, as if to wake him up.

......

In the world of Mud Pill Palace, the ancient books were once again in a state of inadequacy under the erosion of continuous thunder. The pages were cracked, and the characters on the pages faded, and soon they were compressed back onto the paper by a tremendous pressure, completely losing the ability to fight.

At the critical moment, a flash of brilliance suddenly appeared, and the whole body was pale yellow. The brilliance condensed and transformed, and it was in the shape of a black gauze hat, with a faint majestic hair.

This hat came in time, hanging in the air on the ancient book paper, and immediately suppressed the trend of the ancient book collapsing, and finally was able to breathe a sigh of relief for a while.

This is......

......

"This is fame!"

The Taoist priest in the courtyard pavilion had bright eyes, but two strange blush appeared on his cheeks, which were strange red and had a morbid meaning.

Zhengyang Daoist knows his own affairs. In order to slaughter this pig, he had to work hard like never before. It can even be said that he has fought his life out.

Success, not failure.

Because he knows better than anyone else the consequences of failure. Not only will his own body be directly counterattacked, and he will suffer the death of God's curse, but the young master Yuan Geshu's side will also be implicated, and the weather will be damaged.

In this way, decades of efforts for the foundation of Daomen will be in vain.

This must not be allowed to happen......

The Taoist priest's expression was as resolute as iron, and at this moment, the secret method had reached the most critical moment, and Chen Sanlang's defense had been scattered and could not last long.

Fame. The means of pressing the box have all been beaten out.

The instrument of fame is the foundation of Chen Sanlang, and it is also the condensation of qi. When defeated in one fell swoop, these breaths will disperse and become ownerless, so that Yuan Geshu, who is far away in Yangzhou, can be eaten as food.

This is the essence of the core mystery of this secret method, which can be measured by very many people.

"I really didn't expect him to be so tenacious ......"

For Chen Sanlang, he can hold on until now. The head of Zhengyang Dao was really secretly surprised. You must know that when slaughtering the first two pigs, it can be said that it takes no effort to do anything, just activate the secret method, and the target will fall in response. If you lose your luck, there is not much room for protest. But at the moment, Chen Sanlang, even if he has been plucked and peeled. But it's still standing.

Fortunately, it was discovered earlier that pigs were almost raised into tigers. A bite back......

No, it can be said that it has been bitten back.

The Taoist priest gritted his teeth. With a generous expression, he suddenly recited aloud: "There is no sorrow in life, and there is no pain in death;

After reading it, he held the peachwood sword in both hands, raised it high, and opened his eyes wide, as if pouring all the weight of his whole body into the blade of the sword.

The wooden sword slashed, and the target was the humanoid puppet on the case.

It has been a while since the secret method was used, and although it was covered by the spring thunder, it was a place where Chang'an was?

Although the Taoist priest's method is only aimed at Chen Sanlang alone, and does not involve anything else, it cannot ensure that no one will meddle in his affairs and intervene.

If you are like that, you will really be wronged, and you will not be able to turn a blind eye.

Therefore, long nights and dreams, quick battles and quick solutions are the king.

As his sword slashed down like a thousand pounds, high in the sky, a silver snake stretched out, cutting across the sky, unprecedented dazzling, mighty, wrapped in a sharp and incomparable force, people couldn't help but tremble.

Xu Junhua's face was pale, because she was seeing this silver snake roaring down, and it was towards her position.

"What kind of spell is this?"

She didn't have time to think about it, she picked up Chen Sanlang with both hands and ran wildly.

In the rainy city of Chang'an, most of the people returned to their houses to take shelter from the rain, and the streets were deserted. At the moment, there is only a delicate and injured girl, and the man who carries her is running.

Swish!

The electric snake soared, skimming the space where the clouds hung low. Its true form has not really been knocked down, but there is a phantom, which is born in it, and when it is not allowed to happen, it accurately envelops Xu Jun who is running wildly.

Suddenly, Xu Jun felt a chill all over his body, as if he was being targeted by some peerless murderous thing, and his skin couldn't help but get goosebumps, the cold air was rising, and his hands and feet were cold.

Laugh at!

But it was the evil sword that was inserted back into Chen Sanlang's bun before, and it flashed, rushing straight into the void, directly cutting the phantom away.

It's a pity that the phantom that was cut in half only froze slightly, half fell to the ground and disappeared, but the other half quickly burrowed into Chen Sanlang's mind.

Rumble!

The earth-shattering explosion shook the entire mental world to collapse, and first of all, the black gauze hat that had been transformed by the number of fame was shattered, and I don't know where it fell.

Without its protection, the pages of the ancient book were immediately exploded, and the fragments of paper were scattered everywhere like flying butterflies, and soon disappeared without a trace.

Of course, it is intangible, as long as Chen Sanlang is not dead, the cultivation is still there, and it can be condensed and manifested again.

However, for now, can Chen Sanlang still live?

The phantom shattered all resistance, and turned into a giant pale black hand. The five fingers are opened, and the forest is like a claw, and he wants to grab all the life and luck.

This is a grasp that cannot be resisted, only the essence is seen, and there is no cover.

At this time, Chen Sanlang's deepest hidden qi was completely exposed under the black claws, like a fat pig waiting to be slaughtered, the meat was delicious and delicious, but he had no ability to resist.

With a claw grasping, Zhengyang Dao Chang only felt the blood rushing all over his body, Rao is he has been cultivating qi for decades, and he can't help but be excited at this moment:

"It's done!"

"Huh, that's?"

From the angle of the black claw, a picture of weather suddenly appeared in front of his eyes—not a scattered and uneven number of qi, but weather.

The number of qi is formed, the number is sufficient, and it is integrated, which is the weather. The person who can condense the weather is either rich or noble, and this is magnificent. It is impossible for those who are idle.

There are many people in Zhengyang Dao, and there are only a handful of meteorological people who can be seen through guò "Wangqishu", such as the young master Yuan Geshu, who became a meteor at a young age, but it is a pavilion like an umbrella cover, supported above the head, very magnificent. However, this meteorological formation can only be achieved after absorbing two parts of the grain.

But what is Chen Saburo?

But seeing this weather, the shape condensed into it is a sword.

The blade of the sword appeared, and the black claws buckled down, but it was like ice and snow thrown into a boiling pot, sizzling, and melting into no temper at all.

"How is that possible?"

Zhengyang Dao Chang was shocked and shouted: Chen Sanlang's qi has not been weakened at all...... (To be continued......)