Shen Lian's hand was still holding the sandalwood he had shaved, a trace of sandalwood, which was calming.

But it can't get rid of the irritability, just like the summer heat, even if there is cold ice, it can't completely eliminate the heat.

The young man roamed around Yan's body with one hand, making the other party Jiao~ panting, and the red tide was flushed. Suddenly, the young man seemed to increase the strength of his hand, and it was very rough, which made Yan Jiaojiao scream in pain, as if complaining.

"Who did you study from, I hurt me last time, and I haven't settled accounts with you yet. The young man's eyes seemed to have some dark lines, which added to the evil spirit.

"You're talking too much nonsense. ”

The wooden sword was raised, like a splash of wind and rain, and it came suddenly.

Shen Lian's swordsmanship was untaught, and this wooden sword attacked, although the sword shadow was heavy, but it couldn't see any lethality.

It's like a child juggling, and there is no half of it.

In the eyes of the young man, there was a difference, the tip of the sword trembled, like countless points of light.

Every point of light is clear and pure.

Shen Lian's eyes dimmed a little, but the points of light lit up a little.

Outsiders can't see the light, but the young man can.

This is Shen Lian's soul power released in the way of 'God Destroying Sword', which has a mysterious and special power, killing the soul of a living person, not like a martial arts move, nor like the true qi of the inner family, let alone opening a stele and cracking stones, but for a young man, it is more terrifying than these.

Everyone in the world has a soul, and if the thoughts and thoughts in the heart are profound, they become thoughts, pinned on some kind of image or thing, and gather sand into soil, then they become gods or demons.

In essence, the young man has accepted the thoughts of the world's greed, and only then has some supernatural spirits, so although he is not pure, he still exists in himself.

Similarly, Shen Lian was irritable with him, and he was irritable in his heart.

Shen Lian has no distracting thoughts, and his spirit is pure.

The evil aura on his body was faintly restrained.

He only remembered that there was the same person many years ago who gave him this feeling.

He was a mortal and a scholar, but his thoughts were upright and his spirit was condensed.

broke the temple of their five brothers, smashed the golden body, and made them outcast, and finally relied on bewitching Xu Hong to gradually recover.

Shen Lian's sword is vain, if it is seen by everyone in the rivers and lakes, it is not worth it, but there is also merit, that is, the rhythm is excellent.

The battle of masters is ever-changing, and it does not mean that your moves are more subtle, so you can defeat the enemy and dominate the world.

It's like a simple pine to welcome guests, although it dances, it is like a pine breeze blowing through a mountain stream, and under a sword, the sword is an arc.

But if it comes out quickly, the opponent has already expected it, and when he sees your flaws, he will seize ~ the loopholes.

Because once you go all out, it is difficult to change direction, and you are doomed to failure.

If the sword is too slow, you have room for yourself, but it is easy to be struck by the enemy's thunder, and your sword momentum will be crushed.

Shen Lian's move has no name and no surname, stabbing casually, there is no subtle and mysterious change, but it is better than the tip of the sword shaking, the sword shadow is heavy, it is difficult to distinguish between the virtual and the real, but it leaves a little leeway, as if it can attack from all directions at any time.

The young man pulled Yan Shi in front of him, causing the sword momentum to cover Yan Shi's body.

He is an evil god, without courtesy, righteousness, shame, and morality, only for himself.

The wooden sword broke through the air and creaked, like a golden stone stirring up a clear and short tone.

The tip of the sword was about to stab at the undulating place of the Yan Clan's peaks, but it suddenly stopped.

The young man smiled evilly, and his hand was bubbling with black gas, like waving a pipa, and black lines stretched out, wanting to bind Shen Lian.

The points of light on the tip of the sword are like meteors, and there are bursts of rain.

Wind and rain are like obscurity, and they cannot be added.

Although it was a wooden sword, the cold on that sword made Yan's heart tremble, and he fainted all of a sudden.

These points of light did not go towards the Yan clan, but they turned around in the air and collided with the black qi of the young man like a pipa string, these are the thoughts of people's greed, a little bit, can make ordinary people insane and make all kinds of crazy moves.

The point of light is like a holy light that purifies everything, and when it falls on the black air, it melts away like snow.

The young man said in his heart: This kid is so pure in spirit, if you swallow him.

As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but be greedy, and it was the first time he had encountered such pure soul power. is different from the man's masculine thoughts back then, like the scorching sun, full of righteousness.

Shen Lian's thoughts are just pure, his soul power is strong, and after devouring it, he can also save a lot of refining effort.

If he gets this benefit alone, his ability will naturally increase.

He wanted to take the benefits to himself, so he did not inform his four brothers who were also practicing in the temple.

The lobby was filled with a black mist that looked like substance, and in the black mist, a pig's head with two long fangs and a large mouth and nose appeared.

Shen Lian could see clearly, this was a wild boar with hair as long as steel needles, and its fangs had not retreated.

The young man was originally a wild boar in the mountains, but unlike those of his kind, he wasted a lot of spiritual things in the vast mountains, and he actually opened his wisdom.

Later, I met the other four brothers, and found a certain monk who practiced Shinto, and the cave house left behind, and learned a little method of absorbing people's distracting thoughts, and actually strengthened the divine soul and had a little magical power.

First of all, in the mountain villages, he pretended to be gods and ghosts, obtained some faith in fools and fools, devoured the greed and evil thoughts of those people who wanted to get rich and wanted to get something for nothing, and understood human society.

The reputation of the five gods also spread.

The five plague gods were originally animals, and their thoughts were also pure, but they became evil gods because they were mixed with a lot of evil thoughts.

And because some people don't know what to do, they set up the Wutong Temple, and give the five guys the opportunity to grow their cultivation.

Xu is where they are, and the gods have not been visible for a long time, and several plague gods have become more and more supernatural because they have mastered the ability to support dreams.

Absorbing people's distracting thoughts, they also have human nature, and they know how to demagogue.

In the end, it is evil thoughts that give birth to gods, and he is unscrupulous in his actions~ things, this young man is even more transfiguring human beings, harming many women from good families, and finally recruiting a scholar who is upright in his actions~ things.

The five evil gods are animals after all, and after getting used to using their supernatural powers, they forget what they are.

The evil law that confuses people's hearts, when it encounters the scholar's upright righteousness, is completely suppressed, and it can't be used at all, and in the end they are all smashed and injured.

Only the young man who was the least injured and recovered relatively quickly could come out to harm the Xu family.

Among the five gods, the guy who also cultivates with the young man, a wild boar, is the most obscene ~ evil, and has the most thoughts.

Only then did he hit Shen Ruoxi's idea again, wanting to expand more believers through the Shen family and help him cultivate.

In the black mist, the wild boar limped towards Shen Lian.

Shen Lian stood by the sword, and the wind did not move, as if he had become a sculpture.

Suddenly, two Shen Lian appeared, one with a sword in his hand, still and still, and the other floated out, not touching the ground.

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