Wen Yiru is a scholar Fu Dao Tianjiao, but once when he was twenty years old, he entered the Hongchen Mortal Country, took the imperial examination, entered the court, led the army to fight the wilderness, dismounted to rule the world, understood the laws of the Red Dust Dao, and finally stole the true meaning of a country, and turned into these three natal innate talismans.

A talisman floated in, and it was hanging in the void above Fang Xing's head, and the qi on the talisman was dense, and it turned into a phantom of the kingdom.

In that illusory country, there are cities, mountains, emperors, generals, merchants, and commoners......

Great Power Symbol!

It was a lifelike country, and it carried the weight of a country.

When this talisman came to his head, it was like the weight of a country, suppressed on the top of a person's head, and turned Fang Xing into a mortal in this country.

The second talisman turned into a battlefield.

The battlefield is boundless, the battle is fierce, the blood is monstrous, covering the sky and the sun, and Fang Xing is trapped in it.

Battle Formation Charm.

The third talisman turned into a bodhisattva, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, hanging down the eyelids and pinching the seal, sitting in the void, making people kneel and worship.

Bodhisattva charms.

A Fu suppressed repair.

A symbol imprisons the flesh.

A transcendent soul.

A great talisman who shows his true heritage.

"Are these grandchildren so difficult?"

When Fang Xing saw these three talismans, his eyes were also awe-inspiring, his face did not change, but he did not underestimate it in his heart. Intuitively feeling the terrifying aura of these three runes, he did not take the liberty to forcibly resist the suppressive force, but closed his eyes slightly. Calming ventilator. Half an hour later. The two pairs of eyes opened abruptly, put away the black giant sword, stepped on the void, and pinched the magic seal with both hands at the same time.

"Don't talk about a country, what if you move the whole world? Look at the little master messing up this day, messing up this land!"

In a thunderous roar, he was on top with one hand and the other down.

One positive. One reverse, slowly draw a circle.

And around him, a yin qi and a yang qi were turning in reverse directions, getting stronger and stronger.

Until the end, it has turned into a yin and yang mill, towering like two mountains, suppressing the void and slowly rotating.

Yin and Yang big grinding plate.

Reverse the yin and yang of heaven and earth, and even lead the qi machine. Messed up the faces of all beings within the three runes.

The kind-eyed Bodhisattva rolled up his sleeves and jumped into the battlefield. Wielding a big knife to cut people's heads, the folk beings entered the temple, competing for incense, intrigue, chaos, the evil qi on the battlefield reached the world, you kill me, I kill you, the blood is monstrous, a good country, a good world, the qi is disordered, the black smoke miasma, where there is still a little clear air, it is a hell to get rid of.

"How...... How did it come to be......

Wen Yiru was connected to the three runes, and the runes were messed up, and his mind was also in turmoil, staggering back, and his face was strange.

"You...... You rebel against the world...... It's a traitor...... It's a bandit...... It's a misfortune...... It's ......"

Looking at Fang Xing's eyes, with horror and monstrous hatred, he pointed at Fang Xing and scolded.

“...... It's you, Uncle Fang!"

Fang Xing sneered, and he rushed out between the three runes that showed a gap in the qi, and stepped towards Wen Yiru like a ghost, but fortunately, Wen Yiru was a rune everyone, and finally reacted at the last moment, with a stroke of his finger in the air, he had already drawn a rune seal in the air, Fang Xing's lightning-like kick was blocked in mid-air, just stepping on the rune of the void in front of Wen Yiru, but although his foot was not steady, his strength was really too heavy, and when he stepped on the rune, even the dozens of zhang of void around Wen Yiru trembled, and the great talisman master was also affected by the concussive void, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body fell into the lake like a paper kite, "plop", splashed a splash that was not too high, and then was silent for a long time.

"Hahahaha, the tenth!"

Fang Xing laughed, his figure soared into the sky, floating high above the mirror lake, and was about to say a few words with a smile, but suddenly he heard a child's cry in his ears, his heart was slightly frightened, and he hurriedly swept his eyes over, and he was suddenly stunned, and his eyes exploded with anger.

......

......

"Capture that raven......"

"Grab that damn little thing on its back and give it to me......"

When Fang Xing and Wen Yiru were fighting, Shi Yinyuan didn't have the slightest intention of watching the battle, he was standing on the top of the mountain at this time, shouting frantically, instructing his minions to surround and chase the big golden crow, and he jumped up in a hurry.

But the big golden crow was so angry that he screamed, and he fled like a grandson, but he was hunched on his back with a little baby who couldn't stand, and he only restrained her with spiritual power, so as not to fall down, but let it tie its hands and feet, and couldn't let go of the fighting method with people, so he could only run away and scolded: "Fuck, wait for the big golden master to come out, let you taste my tearing crane claws......"

"Wow......"

Although the little thing on its back was protected by the spiritual power of the big golden crow, it also cried in fright in this dangerous environment.

"Be sure to catch it, get me the little bastard on its back......"

Shi Yinyuan was almost desperate, his voice was hoarse, and his voice was hoarse.

Now he really has no other way, the treasure of the Zhenzong brought from the Dexterity Sect has been snatched away by the little devil, but for him, he has to snatch it back no matter what, and he has to rely on his own ability to snatch it back, otherwise, even if someone else kills the little devil and takes this door back, it is also a very troublesome thing for them to want the Dexterity Sect to get it back.

Moreover, if this treasure returned to the Dexterity Sect through someone else's hands, no matter whether the Dexterity Sect paid a big price for it or not, he would never want to touch this treasure again. Because of this, he thought of the only remaining way, which was to take advantage of the battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru, and he couldn't be separated, and instructed the minions who came with him to take down the demon crow or Xiaoxiao'er, and then redeem this treasure from the little devil.

This was the only way he could deal with Fang Xing.

However, he didn't expect that this fierce battle between Fang Xing and Wen Yiru would end so quickly.

And Fang Xing, who happened to see this scene, the anger in his heart also rose, and the murderous aura between his eyebrows was permeated.

"It's really not a thing, the master is abiding by the rules, fighting with you here, and you still play such tricks?"

Fang Xing roared in a low voice, directly cast the technique of shifting, dodged and jumped onto the back of the big golden crow, picked up the small thing with one hand, and waved the knife with the other hand to point out, as if the blood-colored knife of the essence was across the void, containing but not emitting, those Dexterous Sect monks who were chasing after him were intimidated by the evil aura of his body, and they actually held down the cloud head one after another, causing people to turn over on their backs for a while, and make a mess.

"Little devil, this is Shenzhou, how can you be allowed to commit murder?"

There was a loud shout in the oblique thorn, and the sword aura enveloped one side, and a sword cultivator from the sea of bitterness stopped in front of Fang Xing.

"Don't think that if you win by luck, Senior Brother Wen will be able to see nothing left, it's just a matter of cultivating the Fa and restraining each other!"

A young man with a white face and red lips rushed towards him with a silver spear and stopped in front of Fang Xing, who was the disciple of Song Guichan, the Taoist son of the Song family and the son of the Pure Yang Dao, and Song Guixin, who was also a celestial figure who was famous in the Northern Regions.

"The Taoist friend from Nanzhan actually killed people indiscriminately, it was really a ......"

In the void, a man with a simple face and a wide robe stepped on the void, and came to the near place with three steps in one step.

One of the seven sons of the Three Daos, Xie Linyuan, the master of the Talisman Dao, also came.

In the surrounding void, there were many shadows, and many others were rushing here in silence.

For a while, more than a dozen young monks with an extraordinary aura stopped in front of Fang Xing, although they were silent, they were murderous.

"The people of the Protector Alliance are almost here, right?"

Fang Xing's face was expressionless, he glanced at the cultivators, and spoke coldly.

No one in the surrounding cultivators spoke, but their eyes were gloomy, although they surrounded Fang Xing, no one dared to step forward and call for battle.

After defeating Wen Yiru, no one in the field of cultivators dared to underestimate Fang Xing, they were not fools, even Wen Yiru was defeated, and the rest of the cultivators, even if they were true preachers, had to be weighed before making a move, plus Fang Xing Shicai killed Wen Yanxin, the eldest lady of the Wen family, half to death with a sword, and the evil qi had already come out, and the smell of blood in this body also made people tremble.

"Protector League, Protector Alliance...... What kind of Tao are you protecting?"

Fang Xing hugged the little thing in his arms tightly and spoke again.

Still no one spoke, as if they heard the sarcasm in his words, and the eyes of several people had become cold.

"There are a lot of people, the master cleans up one by one, I'm afraid I will have to waste some time, it's better to do this......"

And Fang Xing took a breath, looked up at the top of the mountain in the distance, pointed at Shi Yinyuan from afar, and said: "From here, to there, there are three hundred zhang, the master will go over and kill that bastard now, you can shoot alone, or shoot together, although you greet the master, the master wants to see, I want to kill someone today, who of you can protect him?"

As he spoke, he raised his knife and pointed at Shi Yinyuan on the top of the mountain in the distance, and was full of murderous anger: "The master will kill you within ten breaths!"

"Huh!"

At this moment, Shi Yinyuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he didn't want to think about the bronze gate anymore, so he turned his head and fled.

At this time, Fang Xing let out a long howl, and the big golden crow understood, his wings stretched out like golden clouds, and the strong wind was blowing under his wings.

"I don't believe that a Nanzhan monk can act recklessly in Shenzhou!"

In the crowd, suddenly a roar sounded, Song Jia's little Tianjiao Song Guixin raised a gun to kill, his face was full of coldness, the gun was like a dragon, and it went straight to Fang Xing's right chest, but this one was spicy, pointing directly at the little thing in Fang Xing's arms, but he had calculated that Fang Xing was holding a child in his arms, and there was only one arm left, and he couldn't even pinch the magic seal, so he didn't believe that he took a shot from himself with one arm.

"Wow......"

Because of the loss of the relationship between the Dao source, the little thing was more sensitive, and when he noticed the murderous aura, he immediately cried.

But Fang Xing touched her little head and said in a low voice: "Don't cry, the young master will take you to kill!" (To be continued.) )

PS: In addition, today on the winter solstice, don't forget to eat dumplings, and don't forget to vote for the old ghost!