Although there are quite a lot of changes in cause and effect in this life, Chen Ang is a patient hunter. He knew that this was just a slight temptation by the main god, and he ignored the deep puncture. At least he had to wait until the prey retreated and there was no hope for a broken tail to escape, and then he took action with the momentum of thunder and cut off all its vitality.

He first practiced magic weapons, and was inspiring for endless inspiration. He only hiked to a Tiankai Rock not far from Qixia Temple before dawn, waiting east to rise for the sun to pick the first ray of purple aura. When the red sun leaps and clouds open to see the sun, he swallows and sucks and spits out the purple aura in the east, nourishes the magic power in the dantian, and brings a trace of purple aura, which can warm the soul.

The time when taking purple qi is only the moment when the sun rises. In the remaining time, Chen Ang spit out the eternal light flame, and uses the magic power of the Tianhe River to extract the true sun fire of the sun and integrate it into the magic weapon. This true sun fire is one of the seven true fires in the universe, and it has a name called the fire in the air, which is refined into the mortal fire produced in the wood, and it increases its power.

The Eternal Lantern Flame is essentially just an ordinary fire, which is not excellent. Chen Ang’s true fire in the sun also means to enhance its origin.

In this way, one can collect the true fire of the sun in the sky, the poisonous fire of the ancient earth lung under the earth's crust, and join the eternal lamp flame to make three talents, fire in the air, fire in wood, and fire in stone, and practice the true fire of Samadhi, and then the great power of burning mountains and boiling the sea, refining demons and achieving enlightenment is not under any magic weapon.

Of course, this kind of hard work that can be done for hundreds of years is still too early.

The magic power of Tianhe swept and spitted like smoke and fog, covering the entire mountain. Chen Ang soon felt the spiritual restlessness in the eternal lamp flame. He knew that the fire had reached the time, and the spirituality of the lamp flame would inevitably be damaged by the picking, so he received warmth in the dantian.

The red snake Mochou next to the stream was also sucking the sun's essence at this time. When the gentle morning light had dissipated, the morning sun became more and more violent. It was no longer suitable for the Yin snakes, such as Mochou, to transform into the vitality of the body. Chen Ang took Mochou and walked down the mountain and walked towards Qixia Temple.

Before he entered the door, he saw a young man in a mess rushing out of the temple, pointing at his nose and cursing: "Okay, you demonic! Let's use snakes to harm people, poison me, you... you'll pay for your life!" Chen Ang looked at his face with a red rash, and could not tell his personal appearance, his body was covered in dust and mud. It was obvious that he had already tasted the pain of burning the body at 2:00 in Ziwu yesterday.

Thinking of this, it is natural that he has such a great resentment.

But Chen Ang is not his old father, so why should he understand his suffering? Seeing him pointing at his nose and looking slutty, he immediately sneered, and simply took advantage of the fact that he was still making noise and took his breath, broke a branch from the bushes next to him, and slapped his breath in with magic power.

Wang Ming was yelling and was not able to move forward. Seeing that Chen Ang had no reaction, he actually wanted to take two steps forward and approach Chen Ang's face. His uncle Wang Changluo was watching coldly, probably asking someone to trip Li Ning to avoid him from helping Chen Ang. Chen Ang was willing to let his spit on him and pinched one of the branches. Wang Ming suddenly let his ankles fall to the ground with his ankles.

"Oh! Sorry, I'm looking for the wrong direction!" Chen Ang turned the branch, found a piece of cloth head, and wrapped it around the other end twice. Wang Ming seemed to be tied up and blocked his mouth, and could only whimper.

The people watching next to him were originally going to teach this little Taoist priest a lesson for the sake of the boss Wang Changluo, but now when he sees this scene, how dare he dare? He could only watch Chen Angyang leave and get out calmly.

It was not until he left that someone muttered to himself and stammered: "Demon... Demon Way!"

Wang Changluo, a family member who was quite trusting, trembled and placed the gift at his feet. He didn't bother to get his wages back, so he said to Wang Changluo: "Master, I dare not take this job again. Please beg for mercy and let me go with a way out!" After that, he stumbled and went out of the mountain without waiting for him to reply. Wang Changluo reluctantly cheered up and asked someone to send him a wage to him.

He performed in front of everyone for a long time, comforting and making examples, and finally comforting the anxious people's hearts.

At this time, Wang Ming had already broken free from the ban on the magic spell of the magic spell. He looked at Chen Ang in fear and shouted to his uncle: "Brand, that branch!" He tried to rob him, but his uncle dared to let him go up there, and pulled his clothes and said: "Good boy, do you want to be defeated by magic again? With such a demonic way, it's too late for us to hide from him, and you still want to deliver it to the door again?"

"If you don't snatch the branch back, even if you run thousands of miles away, you will not be able to escape his impeachment." Wang Ming shouted.

It’s not that they are very knowledgeable, but that this magic is really famous. From royal witchcraft to civilians fighting villains, there is the shadow of this magic. It is the most famous and most common magic in ancient and modern times. It is also the representative magic of wizards and Taoists, and even witches. Not only has a long history in the Central Plains, but also Western magic and African voodoo techniques have its shadow.

It is really the most complicated and complex spell in the world.

Uncle Wang Ming scolded: "He can just slap his soul. If you go there now, who knows what vicious magic he has? If you want me to invite you, Zhou Yang and your uncle Li to join you, and ask that person for a good relationship and disperse that magic!"

The young Wang Ming had just punished him for a moment, but now he came back to his senses and was so scared that he was so scared that he followed his uncle.

Soon, Li Ning took Wang Ming helplessly to knock on the door of the wing where Chen Ang lived. At this time, the rash on Wang Ming's face had been healed a little, and he could see people, but this also means that the next "suffering of burning fire" was about to come. He suddenly looked around and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Uncle Li, look at the sky!"

Li Ning looked up at the sky and saw a white crane circling in the sky. The crane roared and fell behind the hall.

Chen Ang stood behind the hall, and the red snake was entrenched on the stone slabs of the well eaves, hissing at the sky, and a huge crane stood on the eaves. The top of his head was bright red, snow-white, and there was no miscellaneous hair, golden eyes and iron beak, and his claws were like copper hooks, and he was picking his hair and combing his feathers there.

In just a while, Li Ning had already arrived with Wang Ming.

Seeing the white crane on the eaves, Wang Ming was overjoyed. He raised his hand and took the sleeve arrow that Li Ning gave him to defend himself and shot it at Bai Ning. Li Ning couldn't stop it. Seeing that the swift sleeve arrow was captured by Bai He with one mouthful. But this action had already angered the feather crane. It pounced in the air, and its two claws like copper hooks were slashing towards Li Ning's head. If it was grasped firmly, it would be a trivial matter.
Chapter completed!