Along the way, Chen Zhi carefully bypassed several battle groups before coming to the base of the wall in the backyard of Guangyuan Temple.

During this period, naturally some people had already felt Chen Zhi's existence, but firstly, because they were busy fighting the method and had no time to take care of anything else, and secondly, because Chen Zhi's cultivation was really not worth mentioning in their eyes, so they did not intervene and let Chen Zhi pass there easily.

Chen Zhi raised his head and looked at the red sun that was slowly sinking in the west, under the light of the fiery sunset, Chen Zhi approached his body under the courtyard wall, and tried his best to project his slender back on the wall, so as not to expose his position.

Although Chen Zhi knew very well that the breath charm had basically no effect on the monks above the Dan stage, and it was impossible to hide their spiritual sense detection at all, but with the mentality that talking is better than nothing, he still reached out and took out a breath charm and pasted it on his body.

Then, with a light body, he rose into the air, crossed the wall, and landed in a green bamboo forest.

With the glow of the setting sun, Chen Zhi silently looked at something through this bamboo forest, and his eyes fell to a remote and inconspicuous corner.

Suddenly, Chen Zhi slapped his head hard, it was dark under the lamp, wasn't the place he was standing in now the most ideal place?

This bamboo forest area is not small, it occupies more than one-third of this courtyard, and because this is an inconsequential place in Guangyuan Temple, so the bamboo forest is full of dead branches and rotten leaves, I don't know how long no one has been here in the road, and the branches and leaves have not been pruned for a long time, which is extremely dense.

Looking at such a vibrant bamboo forest, Chen Zhi sighed slightly in his heart, after tonight, how many things will be left in the Guangyuan Temple intact? I'm afraid that even the Guangyuan Temple itself will be removed from the monastic world, right?

After thinking about it like this, Chen Zhi gritted his teeth and casually released an isolation magic circle, enveloping the entire bamboo forest, and then took it out of the treasure bag, and a stack of talisman seals fell into his hand. These sigils shone in the afterglow of the setting sun, and they were all low-level sigils.

The traps that were laid before have not worked until now, and because of the reasons for arranging those traps, Chen Zhi really doesn't have many materials left at hand now, but this does not prevent him from being imaginative.

"As a talisman maker, there will always be low-level sigils. ”

After Chen Zhi muttered to himself, he looked at the large stack of talismans in his hand, and then he cheered up, stretched out his hand, and pasted a "bursting talisman" on the main trunk of the shady side of a bamboo, and then with another flick, another "ice charm talisman" fell into the lush bamboo leaves......

After a while, Chen Zhi slowly walked out, in fact, he didn't know if this arrangement could work, but it had already become his habit to arrange a little more, although this seemingly easy arrangement had already cost him countless real money, but compared to his own life, Chen Zhi could still distinguish which was more important.

Seeing that the red sun was getting closer and closer to the horizon, Chen Zhi closed the isolation circle and walked towards the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the center of Guangyuan Temple.

Due to the fact that the target of the Moyu Flying Boat was too large, Chen Zhi did not release it, but kept looking for hidden objects and slowly approached the past.

I don't know if the Dao is arranged to isolate the magic circle, although some aura fluctuations come from time to time, but the sound is surprisingly small, almost no sound comes out, but now that it is close, Chen Zhi still found the Daxiong Treasure Hall of Guangyuan Temple, the Treasure Pavilion and other directions, and there are faint intermittent explosions, which shows that the battle is not over.

In Chen Zhi's heart, he naturally didn't want the monks of Guangyuan Temple to be defeated, after all, this was not in his interests.

However, with Guangyuan Temple's status and strength in the cultivation world, it stands to reason that it cannot be compared with the Valley of Evil Ghosts, and it is beyond Chen Zhi's expectation that it can hold on for so long.

Is there anything inside this?

Chen Zhi thought in his heart as he quickly approached the center of Guangyuan Temple.

Along the way, when he encountered the enemy's tracks, he avoided them if he could, and dodged them when he could, trying his best to hide his whereabouts, until he was not far from the meditation room, because there was no hiding object around, he finally let a ghost cultivator from the Devil Valley discover his whereabouts and block the way.

This ghost cultivator looks like he is about thirty years old, a deep scar on his face is slashed from his forehead through his right eye and obliquely inserted into his cheekbone, his nose is hooked, and he has a faint black ghost qi covering his body, and only a few pieces of bone with a faint light on his body cover a few vital places, and he is carrying a corpse in a monk's robe in his hand.

But after Chen Zhi saw this person dressed like this, he didn't smile at all, but his heart was excited, and a feeling of extreme danger hit his heart at once.

Because judging from the aura fluctuations emanating from this scar guest's body, it was actually the peak of the late stage of qi induction, and what made Chen Zhi even more concerned was that the aura on this person's body was cold and abnormal, and Chen Zhi was stared at by him, and he actually had a feeling of being targeted by a natural enemy, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

When the scar man saw Chen Zhi cowering, he smiled and threw the corpse in his hand casually, and the corpse was thrown by him casually, and flew out more than two feet away. "Bang!", it fell to the ground, raising a large cloud of dust.

This person has a lot of strength! When Chen Zhi saw this, his heart sank.

But soon, the blue light in Chen Zhi's eyes flashed, and a cold breath ran along the meridians of his body, and the whole person calmed down.

"Who is Your Excellency, blocking the way down, don't you want to compete with Zaixia?"

Seeing that the scarred man didn't mean anything to speak, Chen Zhi's eyes were cold, but he spoke first

"Hey...... Hey! No ...... Come to think of it, you kid...... After seeing Uncle Ben, he actually ...... There is no fear and escape, there is ...... Meaning! As soon as Scar heard Chen Zhi speak, he just glanced at Chen Zhi with slanted eyes, his face full of contempt, and after a while, he spoke.

It's just that this opening is a stumbling look, as if he hasn't spoken for many years, and he once opened his mouth today.

Chen Zhi touched his nose and looked at this person lightly, after the initial mood turmoil, now the mood has completely calmed down, for him, no matter who the other party is, his position can't be messed up first, the stronger the enemy, the more he needs to be calm, otherwise, it can only give the other party a chance.

He glanced at the other party, and saw that he was standing there with a big grin, looking like he didn't take himself seriously at all, and when he frowned, Lingjue instantly locked on to the pair of flying forks in the treasure bag.

To deal with ghost cultivation, it is still more useful for the lightning generated by the flying fork strike. Then he flipped his wrist again, and he secretly held a flash talisman in the palm of one hand, and held several various spirit runes in the other, and he was already in a semi-excited state and could be thrown out at any time.

As soon as he finished doing this, Chen Zhi's eyes were attracted by a dazzling light in front of Scarring.

This is an almost translucent snake-headed staff, with a small cyan snake carved on the staff, circling around the staff, the head of this small snake flashes a cold light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and it looks lifelike. The entire crutch was shrouded in a cloud of yellow light at this time.

Chen Zhi stared at this thing in his eyes, his expression was a little gloomy, and after Lingjue probed the past, he was bounced away by this snake-headed crutch, and the almost actinic appearance of the snake-headed crutch became more and more dazzling.

The treasure of the Dao law, although it is also collectively referred to as the magic weapon, but compared with the ordinary magic weapon, the power is not the same.

The general magic weapon can only be driven by mana at will to kill the enemy, but generally speaking, the power is pitiful, and it almost has to be in contact with the opponent's body to be effective, but the treasure of the Dao law is different, even if it is separated from the target by a distance, you can use the aura emitted from the body to cause killing, and all this, the "Chaos Treasure Appreciation Formula" in Chen Zhi's hand has already been said very clearly.

This discovery made Chen Zhi's mouth full of bitterness.

Moreover, the power of the Dao Dharma Treasure is usually better than the Dharma Weapon, and when the two come into contact, the Dharma Weapon will usually shatter into a pile of mortal iron, which can no longer be used.

Chen Zhi was secretly thinking about it in his heart, but the scar man on the opposite side took out a small mirror from his waist, Chen Zhi's heart sank, and he immediately clenched the talisman seal in his hand. As long as the other party moves slightly, it must be sacrificed.

But Scarhire just held the mirror in front of him, took out a comb, and after shaping his hair, he put it away again, and then shook the snake-headed cane in his hand, and the cold light in his eyes was exposed.

Seeing this, Chen Zhi couldn't cry or laugh.

This man, you are dressed like that, do you still care about your hairstyle?

Chen Zhi slandered in his heart, and a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, and his hand was raised, and the two talismans were stimulated at once, and they flew out of the sky.

As soon as Scar Man saw Chen Zhi's actions, his eyes only stayed on the two talismans for a moment, and then he took them back with disdain, refocused his attention on the snakehead cane, and injected mana into it with great brilliance in his right hand, trying to stimulate it.

No wonder Scarman reacted like this, although these two talismans had been stimulated, but the aura was dim, and the spiritual pressure seemed to be there, and at a glance, he knew that the Dao was not a powerful talisman at all.

Scarman was quite confident in his own horizontal muscles, believing that such a powerful talisman would not cause any substantial damage to his flesh at all, at most it would be regarded as tickling him, so he just glanced at it coldly and looked away.

But as soon as the two talismans flew in front of and behind Scar's body, they didn't pounce on him, but suddenly turned around and landed three feet above his head.

Before Scarman could react, "Bang!" and "Bang!" two crackling sounds came one after another, and a fireball just appeared above his head, and a strong wind blew immediately, and the fireball was blown by the strong wind, and suddenly pounced on Scarman's head.

The fireball was extremely weak, but as soon as it touched Scarman's hair, there was a soft "poof" sound, and a thick scorching smell immediately spread, and Scarman had just finished arranging the center of Scarman's hairstyle, and a piece of fresh and smooth skin immediately appeared.