His eyes were like electricity, and even in the darkest depths of the woods, Wang Chan could see the slightest movements of these harriers. Sure enough, as soon as the two sides looked at each other, the two harriers immediately let out a strange cry like a child's night cry, and their bodies were hundreds of feet away, one point left and right, and they rose into the air like lightning and shot towards Wang Chan.

These sky-turning harriers are all ancient aliens, and they have become spirits for a long time, although they have not been able to transform into Chengren, but they are talented, and their flying is extinct, and they hunt in the mountains in Ping, and all of them are demon beasts with a little Taoism.

It's a pity that now Wang Chan is no longer called Wuxia Ameng in the past, standing in place, only raising his hand, snort! Two fine lights flashed, and the big Liquan spear, which was more than a foot long, pointed straight head-on, and there was no return.

Snapping twice, the head of the gun passed, and the heads of the two harriers had been smashed to the ground, and they didn't even have time to scream, and their bodies suddenly lost their strength and smashed to the ground.

Earlier on the Eagle Sorrow Stream, Wang Chan held a big gun in his hand, he was not afraid of these monsters, and now the Yuan Shen has become a great mana, and the mana has greatly improved, and with a single blow, it is a killing move, and the real Yuan mana has entered with the trend, and under only one blow, all the vitality in the bodies of these two sky-turning harriers has been destroyed.

"Since these harriers have already arrived here, I wonder if the Iron Feather Demon King is also nearby?"

A shot to kill two harrier eagles, Wang Chan did not hesitate again, the robe swung, the feet moved like clouds and water, just at this time, a movement in the forest, but also the distance of the twenty or thirty harriers alarmed, one had to be like a moth to the fire, strange screams flew over the sky. But it happened to hit the big gun in Wang Chan's palm head-on, sneering, cold light, just a blink of an eye, and then stabbed out twenty or thirty dignified rays of light one after another, one shot at the other, and all the harrier eagles were poked to death on the spot.

Only above the treetops, there is a harrier that turns the sky, because the body is too large, did not enter the forest with those companions, only hovering in the sky above this forest, at this time suddenly saw a change in the mountain, a round of guns burst like cold electricity, and all the companions were killed in an instant, the harrier suddenly wailed, the void hovered, flapped its wings and left.

When Wang Chan saw it, he hurriedly stretched out his left hand, slashed his waist, brushed two blood lights, and sacrificed the Seven Kills Blood Knife, the blood was like silk, and he caught up, and immediately cut it into several pieces. When the corpse fell from the sky, it was full of blood and soul, but it was already full of Wang Chan's sword light, and it fell to the ground with a pop, with feathers flying and broken bones like firewood, just like a dried corpse that had been dried in the desert for thousands of years.

He got the true inheritance of the ancestor of Yuantu, practiced a few Taiyin poke magic techniques, and made up for all the previous magic defects, and the first thing to benefit was naturally the three magic powers that he had cultivated for a long time, especially the ability of this hand to kill the blood knife was the fastest, and the sword light was integrated into the power of Taiyin, so as to hurt people, and it was the most bad for the Yuan Shen.

Wang Chan took the knife light, his eyes moved, and suddenly between the flying feathers, he saw a little warm flicker, and grabbed it in the air, and held it in his hand, only to feel boxy, cold and cold, and took a closer look at the skylight, but it turned out to be a jade plate more than two inches long. On the jade plate, both sides are engraved with simple patterns, and there are four seal characters in the middle, but it is written as "Patrol Mountain Captain".

"It turns out that this bird demon is still a leader!" Wang Chan looked at it, his heart suddenly moved, and he hurriedly searched around, and sure enough, under the neck of the rest of the sky-turning harriers who had died with headshots, they each found a brand.

It's just that these harriers are ordinary, and the brand is also bronze, with "Iron Feather Demon Soldiers" written on them, and it is obvious that they are all small minions.

I looked around again, but I didn't find anything else, I was disturbed by this matter, and the sky above my head was already bright, "More things are better than less things, God knows what these harriers are looking for, and if they want to stay here again, I'm afraid there will be trouble for a while." But this is already the territory of the Yin Mountain, covering the earth and the temple, how dare these 100,000 mountain bird demons run around? Aren't they afraid that the monks who patrol the mountains will be held accountable for their crimes?"

Wang Chan thought about it, felt clueless, and simply continued to bury his head in the road, this Yin Mountain is vast and boundless, stretching hundreds of millions of miles from east to west, even if the ancestor of Yuantu put him in the nearest place before, he has already made the location clear, and if he wants to arrive before noon, the time will not be very sufficient.

Fortunately, the next part of the journey was still very calm, and there was nothing unusual for two hours in a row.

Over a big mountain, there is a big road in front of you, the loess mat road, ten zhang wide, just like this all the way to extend, coiling a huge sacred mountain in the distance, all the way to the top.

Standing at the beginning of the road, with all his eyesight, looking into the distance, even with Wang Chan's ability now, he can only vaguely see the high mountain up and down, faintly divided into nine layers, each of which has white clouds and mist, only on the mountain peak, the golden light pours down like flowing water, and countless tall palaces, overlapping and overlapping, are connected into one.

In the Yuan Shen, there is a thick and incomparably large, wide Buddha light that reaches thousands of miles, straight to the heaven and earth, shining inside and outside the mountaintop, like pure gold, shining. If nothing else, it should be the end of Wang Chan's trip, the "Nine Great Sumeru Mountain" occupied by the Temple of the Earth, the ancestral land of all the Shamen Buddha countries in the world.

In the meantime, along the road all the way to the west, the vitality of heaven and earth seems to be full of a pious surname, every time the wind blows, as if you can hear an ancient bell in the wind, and bursts of Sanskrit singing, with the wind into the ear, the bottom of the heart is suddenly pure and peaceful.

"Sure enough, there are some doorways!" Wang Chan stood on the road, frowning slightly, his practice, brave and diligent, has always had nothing to do with what is peaceful and pure, and he is naturally not used to this kind of Buddhist breath floating in the air in his heart. Fortunately, at this time, the number of people hiking up the mountain from all over the mountain gradually increased, and there were many mixed breaths, which was not unbearable.

At that moment, I changed my mind in my heart, smoked all the way, performed the method of shrinking the ground, and headed towards the Great Sumeru Mountain.

After walking forward for about two hours, Wang Chan walked under his feet, like a miniature in his bag, and finally stepped on the first layer of Mount Meru just before noon.

This Great Sumeru Mountain is high in the sky, covering a wide area, each layer is tens of thousands of miles large, although it is a mountain, it is not much different from a world when placed outside. The first layer is called the country of bhikshus, the men, women and children in the country, all of them are Buddhist believers, specializing in production, worshipping Shamen, but between this day, the people who come and go are dense, most of them are taking this opportunity, from all over the world trekking to come to the pilgrimage of the big and small monks, in addition to the Taoists, monsters, warriors are also very many.

Buddhism purifies all sentient beings, claiming that all sentient beings are equal within the Three Realms, so in this heavy Sumeru Mountain, you can often see groups of demons and monsters, wandering around, and some have not even fully transformed, with the head of a beast on their heads, dragging a tail around.

When Wang Chan entered the city, the hour just entered noon, the sun shone directly down from the top of the head, shining on the top of the mountain on the top of the Buddhist temple, countless glazed tiles flashed golden light, flashing and flashing, connected into a piece, as if forming a golden Buddha sitting on the mountain in front of him, Wang Chan immediately settled his mind, and when he looked again, everything returned to normal.

It's just that in this way, somehow, an inexplicable feeling of depression suddenly rose in Wang Chan's heart. It seems that something has happened, but he is allowed to search his stomach and reminisce, but he can't explain what the feeling is.

Mount Meru is a holy place of Buddhism, and only the first layer is open to the public in ordinary times, accommodating all the good men and women in the world who have perseverance and perseverance, are willing to endure great hardships and hardships, and enter here. Therefore, this time in the Yinshan Battle, all the people from all over the world who are qualified to come to watch the battle will also rest here, just wait for a while, when it is noon, they can witness a peerless battle.

Sensing the surroundings with his heart, seeing that there was no trace of the ancestor of Yuantu, Wang Chan didn't bother to look for it, only threw off the black robe, and walked straight into a large wine shop in the middle of the bhikshu country, and went up to the top floor along the way.

A few days ago, staying in the Beidou Heavenly Palace, Wang Chan ate elixir and spiritual fruit every day, although it was also a big tonic, but he was not used to it.

This restaurant is nine stories high, it is one of the tallest buildings in this area, people sit on it, sit by the window, look out, you can overlook the four directions, very leisurely. When Wang Chan first came up, there were not many people, but the door of the private room on the west side was closed, and there was a faint sound of talking, which was obviously occupied.

When he ate this time, he made a loud noise, which immediately attracted the attention of many people.

"Hey, isn't this the qi practitioner who fought with the people on my Eagle Sorrow Stream before and ruined my cave mansion!" In the private room, a gloomy man covered in a black robe, with eyebrows and eyes like electricity, and a nose like an eagle's hook, looked back, through the gap in the door, saw Wang Chan, and his eyes suddenly lit up fiercely, "Hey, patrol the mountain jade card?" I said that the children sent out last night didn't come back, and they were killed by this person again!" Princess, this person is lawless, the captain of the mountain patrol was sealed by the king himself, and now he has been killed, it is simply a deliberate loss of face in our Heavenly Bird Ridge, which is really damned. ”

It turned out that this person was the demon king Tie Yu of Eagle Sorrow. Previously, Yongding Hou and Shen Xueyi chased and killed Wang Chan, but Wang Chan was led to the east, so that the demon king took the black cauldron, and broke off for him.

Later, I knew the reason, because I really hated Wang Chan, and now I saw it at a glance, and found the jade plate that Wang Chan hung on his waist, and immediately screamed and opened the door-

(To be continued)