Temple.

The oil lamps on the desk, the crackling lights, the light and dark intertwined.

The sparse shadows fell to the ground, large or small, twisted like snakes, with a kind of coldness.

Chen Yan stood with his sword in his hand, his eyes were firm, and he said, "Old witch, don't you want to be caught?"

"Hey, hey,"

The goddess leaned on the double snake crutches, and her voice was like a night owl, and said, "Although you killed the zombies with one blow, the thunder power accumulated by the peach wood sword in your hand must have disappeared, and now it is just an ordinary peach wood, what can you do to me?"

As soon as the voice fell,

The dragon-like texture on the spine of the peachwood sword in Chen Yan's hand disappeared, and the green light disappeared, losing the brilliance of the stream just now.

"Haha,"

Chen Yan didn't care, he still held the peachwood sword tightly, and said calmly, "No matter what, this sword can also be called a magic weapon, and it is enough to match the spell." ”

"Hmph, Chen Yan, you are killing yourself. ”

The goddess knew that she couldn't be good today, so she slapped the door with her hand, spat out a spell, and chanted a word.

"Chop,"

Chen Yan's body was mentioned, as sharp as a spirit ape, and he suddenly came to the goddess, and the peach wood sword stabbed down like lightning.

It's not that he didn't want to do it just now, but the two swords that killed the zombie almost exhausted his spirit, and he was just taking the opportunity to recover when he talked to the goddess.

Now a little recovery, it is a sword, the goddess is now just the Yin God realm, if the physical body is broken, there will definitely be no place to die.

Whoa,

Just as the peachwood sword was about to stab the goddess, suddenly, above her heavenly gate, wisps of black qi emerged, and she changed, forming a grimace, her fangs exposed, and her two long eyebrows hung down to the corners of her mouth.

桀桀, 桀桀, 桀桀,

As soon as the grimace appeared, there was a terrible ghost cry in the temple.

"Not good,"

Chen Yan's peachwood sword was crooked and did not stab.

桀桀, 桀桀, 桀桀,

The grimace stretched, constantly changing, giving birth to tentacles like snakes, the tips of which were astonishing barbs, and the faint and deep brilliance condensed.

At this moment, Chen Yan only felt that his body was cold, as if he was in the ice and snow.

"Yin God's Trick of Bewitching People,"

Chen Yan put away his sword, pinched the trick with his left hand, and silently recited the Liujia Fulu talisman mantra, calm and unmoving.

桀桀, 桀桀, 桀桀,

The grimace flew up and down, left and right, and the voice was terrible.

"Broken,"

Chen Yan stepped on the seven stars, and the peachwood sword seemed to be real and virtual, drawing a semicircle, forming a new magnetic field, calm, peaceful, and quiet.

After half a breath,

The grimace disappeared from the eyes as if it had never appeared.

"This old witch,"

Chen Yan held the peachwood sword in his hand, he didn't dare to relax, just now he used a spell to dispel the Yin God Ecstasy, but he was sure that the old witch's Yin God was still in the temple and did not go far.

It's very simple, the old witch's body is still on the couch, and that is her bond.

"The old witch should be in the realm of night travel,"

Chen Yan had the experience of the previous life, and he could accurately judge the realm of the old witch, and the lethality of Dao techniques at this stage was limited.

"Judging from the fight just now, the old witch's yin god is surprisingly weak,"

Chen Yan's thoughts turned, his feet did not stop, and he pressed towards the body of the goddess again.

In the night tour stage, the spirit and flesh between the body and the yin god depend on each other, and once the body is broken, the spirit and soul will not last long, and it will be wiped out.

Grasping this can make the other party constrained.

Sure enough, the next moment, grimaces reappeared, and the eerie flames rose, without the slightest temperature.

If you look closely, there is a white glow above the flames, representing death and despair.

"Hmm,"

Chen Yan stopped his steps and held his breath.

In fact, the monk's ghost is not visible to ordinary people at all, and the current scene is the various illusions caused by the projection of the power of the goddess's yin soul into Chen Yan's body.

The ghost night tour has limited means, and it is to use such a projection to arouse the hidden fear and even all kinds of negative emotions in people's hearts.

"This white flame,"

Chen Yan's eyelids jumped, this should be the killer weapon of the goddess, the offensive Dao technique.

Whoa,

Soon, Chen Yan felt a chill on his body, and at some point, a deep white flame rose from the soles of his feet, from the bottom to the top, erupting from the seven orifices, condensing into small flowers.

Countless small flowers bloom, each with a distorted shadow, evil, brutal, raging, manic, killing, fearful, lewd, etc., etc., strange and entangled with each other.

The flowers are in full bloom, like the legendary Shura Hell, which is unimaginably terrifying.

Whoa,

The white flames burned silently, and Chen Yan could sense that his essence was slowly draining, and if it continued like this, the situation would be very bad.

"Yin Shinto,"

Chen Yan was clear in his heart and understood the current situation, he was not in a hurry, and according to the records in the Liujia Shangyuan Gong, the true qi was running.

Thundered

Chen Yan's dantian is like boiling, the true qi is gushing out, the qi and blood are prosperous, and they rush upward, like the size of a fist, and the scorching sun is masculine.

"It's really my own death,"

Chen Yan laughed, the last time the goddess fell into a dream, he was still only in the stage of cultivating qi, barely urging qi and blood, but now he has passed the three levels of entering the Dao, and he is about to rush to the door with one foot, and his qi and blood are like rolling rivers, which are ten times stronger than before.

"Ah,"

The goddess screamed, and the yin god turned into a black shadow again, scurrying like a headless fly, wailing.

She used the Dao technique just now to let her Yin Soul fall on Chen Yan's body, so that she could maximize the power of the Dao Technique, but in this way, the lethality of qi and blood to the divine soul was also very high.

was rushed by Chen Yan's full strength of qi and blood, and her soul seemed to have fallen into an oil pot, up and down, and it hurt everywhere.

"It's too little knowledge. ”

Although Chen Yan couldn't see the Yin God, he could sense that kind of Yin Qi, he lifted the peachwood sword in his hand, pinched the Dao trick, and slashed it fiercely.

"Ah,"

The last time he screamed, the goddess's yin god didn't have time to return to his body, and he was killed by Chen Yan with a sword.

"Good,"

Chen Yan casually held a sword flower in his hand, scattered the remaining divine souls in the room, and let the peach wood sword devour and absorb it.

"This goddess,"

After doing this, Chen Yan put away the peachwood sword and set his eyes on the body of the goddess on the wooden couch, after the fighting method just now, he had already found that the soul of the goddess was much weaker than he imagined.

"The cultivation of the Yin God shouldn't be so weak,"

Chen Yan walked around the body of the goddess, looked at her shriveled body, and muttered, "The body is too thin and weak, and the qi and blood are seriously insufficient, what's going on?"

Frowning and thinking for a while, without a clue, Chen Yan didn't think much about it anymore and began to search for loot.

"Hey, I didn't expect this goddess to be a cultivator, but her luck was good, and she could have so many good things. ”

After a while, Chen Yan burst out laughing, this trip to the temple has gained a lot, it is really unimaginable.

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