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Sun Shentong learned some spells on the rivers and lakes since he was a child, and later spent money to donate a temple official, which can be regarded as a successful career. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yesterday, a county lord came to the temple to pray for blessings, and he inadvertently said something that stirred his mind. Although he also has a good relationship outside, how can he compare to Yin Hongsleeve as beautiful as a fairy, and he inquired later, Yin Hongsleeve can actually choose a husband for himself, if he can take advantage of this relationship, he will be able to eat and drink in the second half of his life.

With this thought, he used the spell to pretend to be Erlang God, and planned to deceive her first, but he said that he had been exposed, and he had already been occupied by himself, and he was afraid that she would not obey. But I didn't expect to be so unlucky last night, not only did the county lord refuse him wholeheartedly, but in the end he met a master and almost gave his life, although he escaped, he was still a little injured.

I was trying to cultivate for a few days, but I didn't expect to be forced to come to the door tonight, although his spells were mysterious, but if they were tough, they were by no means the opponents of martial arts masters. At this moment, I saw Xu Xian's palm slapping, and the waves were like a tide. Seeing that something was wrong, he immediately made a way to escape, avoiding Xu Xian's palm, and fled towards the temple in front of him.

Xu Xian swept it with the eyes of heaven, and it turned out that he was potentially underground, and he was using the method of earth escape. But it was obvious that the mana had not arrived, so he couldn't escape for a long time, and he came to the temple in front of him and drilled out of the ground.

As soon as Sun Shentong breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a cold in his neck, and was pinched in his hand by Xu Xian. "Where to run?"

Sun Shentong was like a chicken pinched by the neck, shouting in a sharp voice: "Grandpa Erlang, help!" This shout echoed back and forth in the silent temple.

Xu Xian's face changed, and then he smiled: "It's useless, it's just a clay carving stone sculpture." But he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and suddenly turned around, only to see a thousand glorious lights emanating from the statue of Erlang God, and muttered: "It's boring, isn't it, it's useless for me to call it." ”

In the colorful light, a figure appeared. The light faded, and everyone came to show it, but it was a man with a clean face and no beard, handsome and unmatched, the man was dressed in black clothes, with a jade belt hanging a sword around his waist, standing on the altar with his hands in his hands, looking at Xu Xian coldly, but the appearance of the statue behind him was not exactly the same, but it was much more handsome and majestic. In particular, there is a sense of cold arrogance, but no matter how good a craftsman is, he can't carve it.

Xu Xianxin said: It's not like Jiao Enjun.

Although he did not carry the classic equipment of the three-pointed two-edged knife and the classic pet of the Howling Sky Dog, with this momentum, it was not comparable to the Erlang God played by Sun Shentong. But there is no third eye on his forehead, but a twisted golden thread, which is probably the legendary eye of heaven, which makes Xu Xian more sure of the identity of the person who came - Erlang God Yang Jian.

Yang Jian said coldly: "Who under the stairs dares to take my temple official." Its sound was like a symphony of gold and iron, with a strange trill, echoing endlessly in this temple.

Xu Xian couldn't help but say: "The appearance is clear and handsome, and the ears are lobes, and the shoulders are bright." Wearing a three-mountain flying phoenix hat and a light goose yellow. Wisps of gold boots lined with dragon socks, jade belt flower eight treasures makeup. He carries a slingshot crescent on his waist and holds a three-pointed two-edged gun. The axe split Peach Mountain once saved his mother, and he beat the Brown Luo Double Phoenix. The eight monsters are famous, and the seven holy lines of Meishan are righteous. The heart is high and does not know the heavenly family, and the surname is proud to return to God to live in Guanjiang. Sincerity shows the Heroic Spirit Saint, and manifests the boundless Erlang. ”

This poem is written in "Journey to the West", written by Wu Chengen, and praises Yang Jian and Yang Erlang. Xu Xian casually said that Rao is Yang Jian's surname for many years of practice, and he couldn't help but be stunned at this moment, and his momentum was relaxed.

He also heard that the poem was boasting about himself, and that it seemed to be written very well. He is not afraid of thousands of blade magic weapons, but as soon as he shows up, he is praised by the head and face, and his psychology is a little uncomfortable for a while. Although he is not a person who will be moved by words, no one is uncomfortable listening to good words, only listening to Xu Xian read them sentence by sentence. Listening to it, I felt a little comfortable in my heart, and I quickly restrained my emotions.

An anachronistic poem immediately turned the atmosphere in this temple into a very strange one.

Sun Shentong was also on the doorstep, but he didn't expect to really invite such a great god, for fear of being moved by Xu Xian's words, so he hurriedly said: "Grandpa Erlang, the little one didn't know how to anger him, and he hit the door...... Ahh

Xu Xian's heart was annoyed, and he pinched hard, and Sun Shentong's next words were stuck in his stomach. Yang Jian's eyes were cold, the sword on his waist was unsheathed, pointing directly at Xu Xian, before he could move, Xu Xian had already felt a deep coldness, as well as the murderous aura that pierced people's hearts, and for a while there was a feeling that he couldn't dodge, and secretly sighed that this famous god in the heavenly realm was really extraordinary.

Only by abandoning the Sun Shentong in his hand, and raising his hand with his true qi all over his luck, he was able to resist the sword qi of Erlang God, and the two forces collided together and condensed into a dazzling light cluster. Yang Jian waved his sleeves lightly, and the little light cluster in mid-air disappeared without a trace.

A hint of discoloration flashed in Yang Jian's eyes, he didn't expect Xu Xian to be able to take a sword from him, and the energy used was very strange.

Xu Xian took off his mask, revealed his true face, and said, "Zhenjun, please listen to the next word." Suddenly, he realized that Fang Cai Erlangshen's move did not stab himself, but stabbed three inches to the side of his face, but gave himself such a sharp illusion.

Yang Jian bowed slightly, and didn't say much.

Sun Shentong wanted to open his mouth to confuse right and wrong, but he couldn't say half a sentence.

Only then did I realize that this small temple was full of the momentum of Erlang God and Xu Xian, fighting invisibly, Erlang God was like a dark wave, constantly trying to drown Xu Xian. But Xu Xian is like a candle flame in the dark, although it is weak, no matter how strong the darkness is, it cannot be drowned. But Sun Shentong was completely submerged in this darkness, and he knew what a terrible enemy he had provoked.

Xu Xian told him what he knew about this Sun Shentong. Secret Dao: I don't know how Yang Jian's mana is compared to Fahai, but that evil aura is not available in Fahai, and he is afraid that he is not his opponent.

Yang Jian frowned, retracted his momentum, and asked Sun Shendao: "Is this matter serious?" Sun Shentong naturally denied it and shouted wronged.

Yang Jian closed his eyes and thought about it. Xu Xian suddenly felt that this scene was a little familiar, it was somewhat similar to what happened in the shrine of Our Lady, and he really had a fate with their family, but it seemed to be a bad fate.

There is a way to be smart and upright as a god, Yang Jian, as a first-class person among the gods, is naturally extremely smart, how can he be deceived by Sun Shentong, a mere mortal, even if he observes words and looks, he can also see the true face of things, his sword eyebrows are raised, and he said sharply: "Dare to quibble!" The voice with metal trembling echoed coldly in the temple, and he did not intend to raise the volume, but suddenly there was a very chill, which was really powerful.

Sun Shentong trembled, where could he still tell a lie, and honestly confessed his crimes.

Yang Jian said: "You pretend to be your own name and want to do evil things, you should have scattered your soul and never been reborn." But the thought has not become a bad result, let's go back!" waved the long sword in his hand, Sun Shentong's whole body froze, and his body was like a dry leaf, which instantly became fragmented, turning into dust and dissipating into the air.

Xu Xian secretly sighed for his ruthless methods, but he didn't have much sympathy for Sun Shentong, his crime was to send it to the official mansion, at least it was a beheading, at most, Ling Chi was also possible, but now he has suffered a lot less.

Xu Xian arched his hand and said: "Zhenjun is really fair and strict, and he didn't intend to disturb Zhenjun Qingxiu, so he will leave!" turned around and was about to leave, but he suddenly froze his body, and the evil qi behind him rose again, as if thousands of sharp arrows were ready to attack at his vest.

Yang Jian said slowly: "Do you want to leave?" The cold light in his eyes was brighter than the sword in his hand.

Xu Xian slowly turned his head, "What does Zhenjun want?" but saw Yang Jian gently holding the sword, his body relaxed and natural, but it gave Xu Xian a strange feeling: it seemed that Yang Jian's people had blended with the surrounding space, forming an inseparable whole. This strange harmony extends infinitely between heaven and earth, quite a posture of unity between heaven and man. But Xu Xian felt like he was being targeted by an invisible cheetah in the dense forest, and he could only feel the slightest murderous entanglement.

Not relying on spiritual power, but simply reaching this state in itself. The Fayuan Fahai that Xu Xian had seen were all first-class powerhouses among cultivators, but it was the first time he had seen such a posture, as if symbolizing the ultimate of martial arts.

Xu Xian completely turned his body around and faced Yang Jian directly, at this time, any superfluous words could not be spoken, and the momentum of the other party told him that this battle was inevitable. A golden sword gradually condensed in his hand, and he looked at Yang Jian.

There seemed to be a hint of appreciation in Yang Jian's eyes, but he just pressed the sword and didn't move, Xu Xian felt that the pressure on his body was getting bigger and bigger, and if he continued, his momentum would have to be wiped out.

Xu Xian suddenly let out a low shout, as if there was a thunderbolt on the flat ground, and with the power of this drink, the golden sword in his hand danced, turning into a golden dragon, and he jumped and flowed thinking about Yang Jian.

Without the murderous aura of the stormy waves, there was no turbulent and staggered wind, and the long sword in Yang Jian's hand naturally moved, like the changing flow of the Moon Star City, crossing the mysterious trajectory.

Xu Xian roared like a dragon, and a red light spilled out from the staggered blades, and the figures were separated as soon as they merged.

The two swapped positions and then turned around again. A large chunk was recessed in the ground in front of the main hall, and the majestic statue of the god slowly collapsed.

Xu Xian's left shoulder was torn open, and a wisp of blood gushed out, and the golden body was broken with little resistance. In the sword just now, he used the word "fight" at the same time, as well as the strongest internal force, and even exerted the swordsmanship on the "Ape Gong Fencing Diagram" to the extreme, stabbing out the strongest sword, but failed to hurt Yang Jian. Nowadays, only by showing the auxiliary personality can there be a fight.

A strand of hair fell from Yang Jian's shoulder, but his cold face hooked up a smile, his eyes showed appreciation, and he said in a metallic trembling accent: "Okay!"

(To be continued)