The rain clouds on the horizon came to the eyes in an instant, and the big man transformed by the turtle stood in the clouds, condescending, with a dazzling gaze, majestic and grand.

Coldly swept across Jiashan, and then turned to the valley between the four fields, frowning slightly.

"As a mountain god, you can't protect the territory, can you be guilty?"

Jiashan trembled when he heard this, and hurriedly kowtowed: "The little god knows his sin, and he hopes that the god will punish him." ”

"It's good to know, hide it and don't report it, the crime will be increased by one degree, and you will receive forty lashes. The big man said coldly, and then reached out from his waist and touched it, and pulled out a long whip woven by green vines, which seemed to be unremarkable, but when he raised his hand and whipped it, there was a whining wind in the air, like a ghost whimpering, although it was not fatal to fall on the body, I am afraid that it would also hit the skin and flesh, and the trajectory of the whip was also very tricky, straight to the face, Jiashan hung his head and lowered his waist, and did not dare to cover it at all, even if it was a little dodge, the destruction of Huangshiling also affected the integrity of the Wushan leyline, and the responsibility was heavy, if he could get rid of the crime after a few whips, it would be the best end。

"The destruction of Huangshiling is not his fault, it is a crime of war, he is a small mountain god, and his magic power is humble, how can he control these, the god makes such a deal with it, it is too harsh. ”

Zhang Qian has been watching coldly from the sidelines, and this big man is also calm, he doesn't ask or listen, and treats him as air.

However, Zhang Qian would not watch Jiashan be punished for no reason, especially when everything started by himself, he didn't want to take care of this idle matter, but he had to take care of it.

The rattan whip whistled and struck, stretching for nearly a thousand feet, like a spiritual snake.

Zhang Qian's eyes didn't turn for a moment, and with a slight lift of his hand, he clamped the whip between his fingers, and the whole process was an understatement and looked effortless.

However, the big man felt that the whip tip seemed to be sandwiched between the two mountains, and secretly made a trace of strength, but he did not move at all, he was a turtle and a human form, and his physical strength was infinite, and he could not rely on supernatural means, but he could also throw a boulder weighing 10,000 catties several zhang high, but now he couldn't compete with this Taoist, and the other party's breath was calm, such as an ancient well, obviously he didn't use his magical powers, and he couldn't help but change color.

There are people who can compete with him in physical strength.

"Who are you?" asked the Turtle Man with a frown.

Zhang Qian's two fingers still had no intention of letting go, and he said softly: "The poor road is too high, and Jingzhou Zhaoyang is a loose cultivator." ”

"You just scattered your cultivation, and you dare to meddle in the affairs of the immortals, do you want to interfere with the operation of the Heavenly Dao? Get out of the way quickly, otherwise it will make you look good. After hearing his origin, the fear in his heart immediately disappeared, and he raised his hand to snatch the rattan whip from his hand, but he did not expect that the other party still did not let go, without a trace of concession, this time he dragged hard, the rattan whip suddenly tightened, this whip is just made of purple blood old vine tanning in the mountain, the quality is average, and it is used as a general torture tool. ””

This whip is not a precious thing, but it can be used to whip all kinds of gods all year round, and it has become a status symbol.

Throwing the destroyed rattan weaving hard, he raised his hand and grabbed it behind him, the long knife was erected, and a fierce hostility rushed towards him.

"Just a little demon, just a slave who drives a car for Fairy Wangxia, and dares to call himself a fairy, I don't know the height of the sky, I will teach you a good lesson for the god of Wushan Mountain. Zhang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly, as soon as the words fell, he saw a piece of red mangs under the hood, the big man of the turtle slashed out two knives in an instant, one slashed down, one up, the knife staggered like a huge mouth of blood, as if it could tear people to pieces, the turtle is commonly known as the crocodile, this big man was originally a crocodile in the waters of the Yangtze River under the Wushan Goddess Peak, this kind of species, the bite force is the best of all beasts, this type of knife method is also derived from instinct, infinitely powerful, extremely powerful.

Before the sword fell, the whistling sound had already filled the void, like a sharp blade cutting, making people feel terrified.

Zhang Qian stood with his hands in his hands, without any intention of fading.

Seeing the light of the knife falling, the shadow was sufficient, but it was grabbed by the probing hand, like entering the shuttle.

Jiashan was terrified, for fear that in the blink of an eye, Zhang Qian would end up with a broken hand and a crippled end.

However, the result of the matter always showed an unexpected contrast with expectations, Zhang Qian's hand movement was not fast, compared to the speed of the Turtle Ray Han's swing of the knife, it was even a little slow, but it was so fast that it left countless afterimages in the air The serrated long knife was grasped in his hand, the knife was more than nine feet long, nearly three feet wide, and one inch thick, like a door panel, Zhang Qian's white jade palm was stuck on the bloodstained blade, as if dragging a heavy mountain, but he did not blink his eyes, his body was like an iron cast, and he did not move at all, the two were now close at hand, the Turtle Man looked at Zhang Qian's calm eyes like water, and a faint fear appeared in his heart。

Zhang Qian raised his hand and broke the killing move, obviously the matter was beyond his control, but it was impossible to admit defeat and retreat, which was not in line with his character.

Struggled to struggle, the demonic energy in the body rolled, like a giant python wrapped around the body, the body suddenly rose, and grew a few feet out of thin air, like a behemoth.

At the same time, the Adam's apple trembled, like a ball, and a ho-ho roar came out of the mouth.

It was as dull as thunder, shaking the bamboo leaves on the mountain.

"Be quieter. Zhang Qian frowned slightly, his tone was like a reprimand, his wrist flipped, and he turned the sawtooth knife in the direction, the edge was facing up, the back of the knife was facing down, and the body of the big man who drove the turtle was also slightly tilted, looking extremely unnatural, but he did not have the ability to resist, as if he was grasping the axle with his hand, the dull roar in his throat gradually became hard, and his face turned red, and then Zhang Qian raised his index finger and pressed it on the blade, and a huge force was transmitted to the palm of his hand through the blade, his shoulders sank sharply, and his body fell through the clouds, and he fell from mid-air, falling on the mountain, making a dull loud noise, and the mountain rock under his feet was shattered into powder, and it overflowed the instep。

The whole process was lightning fast, from the time he opened his mouth to reprimand, to the last syllable being spoken, it was less than a blink of an eye.

The Turtle Man had floated in the air before, and his body was majestic, like a god.

In an instant, he was shaken down from the clouds, his knees were slightly bent, the green tendons on his arms were raised, and the demonic energy lingered on the blade, as if he was trying to urge, but unfortunately it was like a grasshopper shaking a tree, gathering and scattering, scattering and gathering, looking extremely entangled.

At this moment, he had concentrated all his strength in one place to cope with the huge force coming from the sword, and he didn't even have the strength or space to breathe, and he couldn't make a sound.

If you are quiet, you will be quiet, and you will not even hum.

"I am the former guard of the Wushan Mountain God and the commander of the Yin Soldiers, you dare to hurt me?" The big man was extremely angry, a divine consciousness sound blasted into Zhang Qian's mind, and there was a trace of fear that was difficult to hide under the arrogant surface, obviously he had no confidence, although the means had not been used, but Zhang Qian's wrist was too strong, and he didn't want to do this useless struggle, if he really tore his face, he might suffer a loss now, temporarily use his identity to suppress him, and wait for a while when the god comes to preside over justice for himself, I don't believe that this guy dares to be so arrogant, but he miscalculated Zhang Qian's courage, he even the biological son of the sea toad, The disciples who closed the door were all killed with a wave of their hands, how could they be jealous because of this identity.

Zhang Qian ignored him and opened his hand lightly.

The big man was relieved, seeing that there was an opportunity, he stepped on it, and the demonic energy poured into the knife, and stabbed forward violently.

"Stubborn. Zhang Qian's eyes closed slightly, and a cold light appeared in the depths of his pupils.

The long sawtooth knife was close at hand, the surging demonic energy swayed like a flame, making the surrounding air show a strange distortion, the tip of the knife reached the chest in an instant, but it was blocked by a layer of blue light, like rain falling on the flat lake, ripples in circles, there was no sound coming out, it was difficult to get in, the big man suddenly changed color, stomped under his feet, the ground shook the mountain, the shoulders and elbows sank, and the follow-up force swept away like a tide, Jiashan was directly blown over by the air flow that reverberated on his body, and even the rolling belt climbed down the hill, and the tip of the knife still failed to break through the slightest, the layer of clear light rippled more and more violently, like a cloud of ink in the clear water, suddenly diffused。

The endless green qi swept him in in an instant.

The Great Hunter was badly wounded, and his body seemed to curl up as if it were like a mess of mud.

Then the flesh and skin on the body cracked, fell off, and turned into dust.

Revealing pieces of gray-brown scale armor, like old tree bark, his body also collapsed, lying on the ground, and he was directly beaten back to the prototype by Zhang Qian.

It is a giant crocodile more than three feet long, with hideous scales and armor, like a blade, full of fangs, like a chaotic bamboo shoot, extremely terrifying.

"Niubi Lao Dao, I will never die with you, and when the fairy comes, I will not spare you. The big man was shrouded in blue light, as if he was suppressed in a deep trench, the huge pressure made him like a pangolin in a medicine store, he was flattened and pressed on the mountain, only one tail was still moving, Zhang Qian did not allow him to continue to mess around, with a flick of his fingers, countless vines suddenly grew in the soil, like chains, binding him to death, and then continued to tighten, the huge pressure made him gradually blurred, and there was less noise, Zhang Qian's brows gradually stretched, and he said indifferently:" I discipline her subordinates, and if she is sensible, she should thank me. ”

At this time, Jiashan was climbing up from the bottom of the mountain, and as soon as he appeared, he saw that the majestic god envoy was being pressed to the ground like a dead dog, and his face was colorless with fright.

"Dao Chief, be merciful. Jiashan panicked and hurried.

"This person doesn't know what to do, I just let him teach him a long lesson, and I have no interest in hurting his life. Zhang Qian's eyes were indifferent, swept over the ground of the turtle man, did not take Jiashan's words to heart, did not say much, looked up at the sky, only to see the edge of the sky, only to see the edge of the sky, a building boat from the clouds, carved rails and painted windows, like the Qinhuai River floating on the painting boat, but from the sky, and the clouds and mist for water, but there is more of a taste of dust, the painting boat is surrounded by fog, its own breath and the sea of clouds are integrated, the divine sense is not aware at all, if it is not for the change of Zhang Qian's temples, so that the eyesight increases a hundred times, and it is impossible to see a black spot as fine as dust in the sea of clouds hundreds of miles away。

But in a moment, the building boat sailed into the airspace of Wanzhuling, all the way, so the clouds were suspicious, and the whereabouts were hidden.

The owner of this building was very clever in concealing his breath, and his divine sense sensed it, and he only felt that there was a cloud of rain floating on his head, and he found nothing else.

Zhang Qian's brows were slightly locked, but his eyes were through the sea of clouds with mountains and mountains, and he saw the whole picture of the building boat, about ten zhang long, and there was no gap in the whole ship, as if it was carved with a complete giant wood, the treasure was shining, and he knew that it was extraordinary at a glance, which made him think of the cloud ship borrowed and used by the Qinghuai Dao people, and the two had some similarities, but this building ship was more than ten times more atmospheric than it, dotted with countless treasures of heaven and earth.

It seems that a palace lamp under the corridor is actually made of bright jade as the wick, emitting light that is gentle like water, and it will not be extinguished for thousands of years.

In front of the side of the ship, there stood a beautiful girl in palace clothes, with a faint breath on her body, and those surging clouds passed directly through her body, like a phantom, it was a ghost.

The whole building ship exudes an indescribable weirdness.

"Listening to Jiashan, this Wushan Mountain God seems to be a ghost immortal who has been dissected and cultivated, and it is reasonable to use ghosts as slaves and maids. Zhang Qian secretly thought in his heart, but he never considered how to deal with the aftermath, he took out a lesson to this big man, not just for a moment, but for other considerations, in fact, it can't be said that he has other intentions, this building boat was found by him as early as one hundred and fifty miles away, but it has been slowly moving forward in the sea of clouds, even if he has a conflict with this big man, he still did not speed up, and there is a trace of the idea of curbing the situation. And Zhang Qian can conclude that the other party is not unaware of everything that happened here.

The ghost immortal is actually a choice that is forced to change to the ghost path when the life span of the human immortal furnace is exhausted.

Although it is said that the cultivation of Jindan is incorruptible and immortal, it only has a lifespan of eight hundred years after all, and the limit has come, the flesh is decaying, and Jindan loses the warmth of the furnace and gradually dissipates.

At this point, you can either give up everything, be reincarnated, and then cultivate the next life. Either take away and be reborn, but this move is a murderous life, extremely damaging yin morality, and taking the furnace may not be in line with itself, although it can solve a temporary predicament, but the harm is endless, and it may not be able to survive the catastrophe in the future. The other is the autopsy, abandoning the body, scattering the true qi, gathering the soul, cultivating the ghost road, as long as the soul is not dispersed, one day gathering the five qi of heaven and earth, you can still cultivate into the original god, except for the lack of skin, it is no different from others, and the ghost fairy is equivalent to the Jindan realm in the ghost road.

Of course, with the true qi scattered and the body abandoned, the ghost immortal is more elusive in addition to his whereabouts, so it looks a little weirder, and in terms of strength, it is far inferior to the human immortal who has cultivated into the golden pill, and even the realm of the three ** Zhou Tian.

However, without the shackles of the furnace skin, the soul directly exists in the heaven and earth, and the sense is even more acute than the Jindan realm.

The consciousness is pervasive, and it is easy to see here, and there is no reason not to know that there is a conflict here.

But the boat moved forward slowly, and the owner pretended not to see it, and ignored it, so the other party's meaning was obviously very clear, he was testing himself, it could be strength, or it could be identity.

So he made a merciless move, and he never used any means that had anything to do with the Demon Sect.

Zhang Qian tries to get along with the other party on an equal footing, only in this way will he have enough right to speak, otherwise he will only let people fiddle at will, arbitrarily investigate and speculate, so it is likely to reveal his identity, and if he wants to achieve this purpose, he must show the strength and skill that makes people agree and even believe, the other party is a mountain god, and he is just a little-known loose cultivator, if not, the possibility of wanting the other party to be a corporal is almost negligible, so everything he does at this time is enough publicity, that is, to make the other party feel that he is not offended, without restraint, he raised his head and said: "Since Fairy Wangxia has already come, why don't you show up?"

In the clouds, in a quiet room on the top floor of the ship, a woman in a black skirt sat cross-legged at the piano table, her five fingers as slender as onions, slowly pressing the strings, twisting gently, but no sound came out.

When Zhang Qian raised his head to look at the clouds, the rhythm of his twisting of the strings slowed down, and when he spoke, the strings vibrated and reverberated with a humming sound.

She frowned slightly, as if she was a little puzzled.

His ship was practiced when he was still a human immortal in his previous life, and he was only half a step away from transforming the spirit into an ancient spiritual treasure, and the mist nine-curved array on the side of the ship could confuse the divine consciousness perception of the human immortal. Thinking about it, but there is no accurate answer, gently shaking his head, his hand is raised from the strings, and the silk strings pressed on the surface of the piano suddenly bounce back, and the aftermath trembles, such as a clear spring in the empty valley, gurgling and flowing, and then the piano is closed, and he got up and walked out of the room.

Plain clothes with high crowns, long plackets and wide sleeves, pure yang true qi on the body is faintly circulating, and the aura exuded is not strong, but it gives people a feeling of substance, like flowing water.

The expression on his face was calm, no joy or anger, nor the slightest arrogance or arrogance, all in all, it showed a contrast with the previous actions in the image.

Although Fairy Wangxia deliberately indulged the turtle before, let him test the root of this person, but he did not expect that this person was unscrupulous, and shot fiercely, and directly beat it back to the prototype, and there was still some anger in his heart, but for the sake of the position of the person who belonged to the right path, he did not attack, but at this time, he looked at this person for a while, and the insignificant anger in his heart gradually disappeared, although what this person did before was excessive, but it was not for swagger, and there was no possibility for himself, or not to put himself in his eyes, but there are some things, but he can't ignore it, otherwise he will immediately show his flaws, and the smile on his face will gradually calm down, and he will seem a little indifferent。

Knowingly, he asked, "I don't know why you hurt my demon general and beat him back to his original form?"

(To be continued)