The three soldiers looked around and walked to the stone temple hidden in the grass.

Use a knife to push away the weeds, revealing a simple and simple temple. The base is built with stones and then covered with natural stone slabs. On the stone slabs, temples are carved from two-foot-high stones. It is very common. There are eaves, ridges, doors, and in front of the temple.

A broken incense burner was placed.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual around them, the three of them leaned against the small temple and chatted.

On the smooth dragon scale rock hill, the old monk sat cross-legged while the two disciples ran around the hill collecting some ordinary things.

The clear rainwater accumulated in the stone nest, a piece of tree root, and the charcoal burned by lightning.

Use some kind of magnet to find a piece of metal ore on the mountain, as well as rocks pried off the rocky ridge.

The so-called altar is a white velvet cloth painted with strange stripes.

Three iron nails are placed flat in the middle, surrounded by five miscellaneous objects.

"As before, the process cannot be interrupted."

After the old monk finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and began to practice and recite the incantation. The incantation was very long and complex. The two disciples were not idle either. They kept burning paper beside them and kowtowed after burning a few pieces. For a while, fireworks and paper ashes were flying on the hill.

In the woods, Feng Ying wore a straw hat and secretly observed.

The three nails are very conspicuous.

Feng Ying, who was careful, discovered that there were changes on the surface of the nails, with black and red evil lines appearing, and the color became darker and darker.

If the guess is correct, the three nails in front of the old man are the evil weapons that the mountain god said, and they are to be thrown into the latrine. There is no latrine in this barren mountain. Feng Ying doubts whether he can grab the three nails, especially the old man and the two young men in robes.

They are all cultivators.

Looking at the bushes on the other side, another group of unknown people approached sneakily, holding crossbows, and the distance was very close.

At this moment, the strong man holding the eagle looked up at the sky out of boredom and discovered the strange hawk circling in the sky.

The relaxed expression suddenly turned tense.

"There's an ambush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a whooshing sound in the grass.

The sneak attack came too suddenly, and the sharp crossbow arrows hit more than ten people in the blink of an eye.

The unknown group of men threw away their crossbows and rushed towards their targets with sharp knives. The fight came very suddenly. There was no shouting or waving flags. Maybe the mountains were not suitable for spears. Both sides fought face to face with swords and shields, and carried out sneak attacks.

One side can easily gain the upper hand.

The enemy soldiers who harmed the village suffered a loss in a hasty battle. A wave of crossbows took away a dozen of them, and the remaining dozen people reacted quickly. However, they dispersed in various directions for the sake of warning, and they were besieged without any accident.

The strong man holding the eagle threw the falcon whose feathers had not yet recovered into the sky, and he and another leader protected the old monk.

He relied on his superb martial arts to withstand the siege, and watched helplessly as his soldiers were constantly killed by random swords. He was so angry that he lost his sense of control and almost got stabbed. He regretted very much that he had not ordered his soldiers to put on armor before.

Dozens of sneak attackers were all wearing iron armor and were well prepared.

Don't underestimate the mere armor, it can actually withstand attacks from sharp weapons, even just a breastplate is an advantage.

The two leaders struggled to parry the siege by the opponent's masters, and the remaining soldiers also gathered close to cooperate with each other. If nothing unexpected happened, they would not be able to hold on for long and they would be killed by the sword. While fighting, they glanced at the old monk who had his eyes closed and remained motionless.

"Master Immortal... we can't hold on any longer...!"

The old monk still sat motionless.

In fact, he couldn't express the pain in his heart, and he didn't dare to move at the critical moment.

If the incantation is interrupted, not only will it be impossible to draw runes on the iron nails, but it will also be counterattacked by the earth's veins.

The three iron nails placed on the white cloth have not yet been refined.

The old monk didn't seem to be in a hurry, letting everyone shed blood to dye the rocky hills red, closing his eyes and concentrating on refining three iron nails.

A young disciple stopped burning paper and kowtowed, and took out a talisman from his bag. The attackers were very anxious when they saw this. They tried to get closer but were blocked by the remaining opponents. The young disciple held the talisman in his hand and silently recited a mantra...

In the grass, Feng Ying was so frightened by the bloody killings that her breathing became short and her whole body trembled. She finally raised her bamboo spear and was about to throw it but hesitated...

It's far less bloody underwater, and there's really blood splattering in front of you.

Just as Feng Ying was struggling in her heart, the young man in the robe gently threw out a piece of paper.

The talisman paper flying in the air was light and passed accurately between the two strong men. The runes flickered with sparks, like ignited sulfur.

A large fire broke out and spread, and five or six people were involved. Feng Ying heard the screams of those burning people.

Is this magic magic...

The stunned young man in Kung Fu robe took out the talisman again, sneered and recited the spell silently.

Suddenly, he saw something flashing out of the corner of his eye.

I was hit hard in the back. I couldn't control the severe pain in my abdomen and fell forward. When I lowered my head, I saw a piece of bloody green bamboo on my abdomen. Then my head was shocked and hit the edge of the rock. The last thing I saw was that I had lost control.

The talisman fell in front of me.

Easier than inserting fish.

The two commanders, who had been happy just now, turned their heads and looked behind them.

A man jumped out of the grass, lowered himself like a cheetah and pounced on the old monk who was meditating with his eyes closed!

The old monk finally moved, not to avoid or defend against a sneak attack, but to grab three iron nails covered with veins and shake them hard at the three marks he had drawn before.

Three big iron nails actually stood up, and at the same time another young disciple drew his sword.

The sword was unsheathed and pierced Feng Ying, who was suddenly coming.

In fact, when Feng Ying rushed out, his head was almost confused. All his movements were inexplicable instincts. He performed the movements practiced countless times in his dream easily. When he saw the flashing cold light of the sword, he instinctively swung the sword to block. His movements were coherent and natural, as if he had practiced them countless times.

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The swords collided, and Feng Ying felt the repercussions of the impact of the weapons. She did not retreat or avoid it, but still slammed forward with force, using brute force to make the young man in robes retreat repeatedly, and slashed at three nails with his sword.

All the movements were smooth and smooth. Feng Ying felt that the knife was controlling her...

It was obvious that the old monk was anxious but did not dare to move.

Just when the unsheathed iron sword was less than two feet away from the iron nail, a talisman lay in front of him. The small piece of paper emitted earth-colored translucent energy. The rusty iron sword seemed to have hit an earthen wall. The paper talisman was in Feng's direction.

A defense formed between Ying and the old monk, and Feng Ying felt that he had lost his only chance.

The handsome young disciple sneered, not caring at all that a fellow disciple had just died. He held a sword in one hand and a talisman in the other, forcing Feng Ying to retreat.

There was chaos on the rocky ridge, and two falcons were fighting in the sky.

Suddenly, the old monk stood up.

With his face flushed and trembling, he picked up a piece of square seal and performed some steps as if dancing.

He walked to the three upright iron nails and knelt heavily on the ground. He ignored the fighting with swords around him and raised the square seal with both hands and looked up at the sky. The square seal emitted a dark red light. The old monk raised the square seal as if he had exhausted all his strength, gritted his teeth and smashed it down hard.

There was a muffled sound.

The first nail penetrated about one-third of the rock. Everyone felt that the rock under their feet was shaking obviously, and birds were flying randomly.

Feng Ying had a bad premonition and could vaguely feel the pain in the earth veins.

"stop!"

I don't know who shouted.

The young disciple waved his sword indifferently and threw out a defensive talisman to isolate Feng Ying.

He turned around and threw five talismans towards another group of people. They were not fire talismans. The five gray talismans passed over the crowd. There was a faint smell of blood that had been left for a long time. They flew accurately towards the five corpses and stuck them on their foreheads.

Feng Ying felt that the five corpses seemed to have moved!

The old monk raised the square seal again. It seemed that every blow was very laborious and the pressure was so great that his nostrils bleed. He aimed at the second iron nail and smashed the square seal like a hammer.

when!

The hills shook again.

Among the corpses lying all over the place, five corpses stood up unsteadily, grabbed knives, and rushed towards the crowd with stiff and awkward movements. The melee crowd suddenly panicked. Someone fired arrows at the corpses, but they were hit but were not affected. The corpses were carried with them.

The arrows on his body rushed into the crowd after being stabbed twice, killing seven people in a matter of seconds.

Feng Ying's hands were shaking a little. She looked at the five corpses with wounds and flesh turned out in horror, and her mind went blank.

After driving the second nail, the old monk suddenly coughed up blood. His face turned pale, his breath was weak, and he did not dare to stop. The veins on his neck were exposed and he raised the square seal again, roaring loudly and hoarsely.

"nail!"

"dragon!"

"puff……"

An arrow penetrated his throat and then shot another man with blood.

Feng Ying turned around and saw a long-haired girl sprinting quickly.

He reached out and pulled out a sharp arrow from behind his shoulder, pulled the bow, the bowstring rang, and fired at a very fast speed until there were no more arrows in the quiver.

The old monk was hit by two more arrows in the back, and several others were shot at the living corpse.
Chapter completed!