The breeze blew, making the branches and leaves of the trees in the mountains undulate like waves.

On the top of a green mountain, there was a woman in costume standing on the top of the tallest tree. As the branches undulate, she looked like a bird with no weight, and her Taoist robe fluttered in the wind.

On the top of the mountain not far away, the two stood there, and the sword intent on their bodies surged. The man standing in front shouted loudly. The wide and thick sword in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, and the sword roar like a sea of ​​tide surged.

Daoyangzi behind him suddenly rushed to the ground the moment Zhao Yue drew his sword. The moment he fell to the ground, the earth instantly turned into a swamp, swallowing him up, and then quickly returned to hard soil. However, the piece looked a little tide and had no stones, which was obviously different from the surrounding soil.

The cold light in the woman in Taoist dress waved out, and a blue curve seemed to appear in the rising sun, beautiful and weird.

The blue line seemed to have existed in the sun for tens of thousands of years. Before Zhao Yue's sword was completely pulled out, it had stopped. The sword roar, which seemed to be surging sea tides, suddenly stopped.

The dazzling sword light disappeared instantly, and a look of horror was frozen on Zhao Yue's face. He slowly said: "So fast..."

Then his head fell from his shoulders, and the sword he had drawn halfway down with his body.

Daoyangzi escaped more than ten miles away, and his heart beat violently. Although he did not see the scene of Zhao Yue's death, for some reason he had always felt a strong sense of danger lingering in his heart. He was about to get out of the ground, but he held it back and ran forward for several miles. He felt that the danger in his heart dissipated, and then he crawled out of the arrogant earth.

The sharp aura on the woman in Taoism made him not even think of taking action and escaped directly.

There was a bright light in front of him. He had poked his head out of the earth and couldn't help but look back in the direction of escape. A light blue light flashed away. His head had rolled to the ground, his expression was frozen in a daze. The head rolled to the ground and actually began to say, "So fast."

However, neither the head nor the body had bleeding because their wounds had been sealed by the ice. His body was still in the soil, and only the head rolled along the hillside.

A woman in Taoist dress on the treetops of the mountain in the distance reached out to grab the void, and a light blue sword blade had appeared in her hand, disappearing in her hand.

She stood there looking at the world, and the arrogant Danfeng had a confused look in her eyes, letting the wind blow her Xuanbing God-guarding robe.

Lin Mingting held a ring ruler in his hand. The ring ruler was named Jingtian. Each sect and sect will have some magic weapons with the same name as some famous magic weapons from ancient times. However, these are not the most famous magic weapons in ancient times, but were refined by the ancestors of each sect. The formation of a magic weapon is not enough for three or two years, and ten or twenty years is just a preliminary formation. The reason why a sect with a long history is powerful is because they have enough background.

The outstanding figures in the sects of all ages will inevitably sacrifice and refine some magic weapons, and then place them in the mountain gate to nourish them with spiritual power. When the magic weapons are formed in a hundred years, it will be enough to shock the little girl. The outstanding disciples in the sect can also be given a protective body when they go down the mountain.

Lin Mingting had a stone box in his hand, which contained a molded magic weapon. He put it in a stone box and sealed it on the stone box in order to confuse others and make others think that the things in the box in his hand were the essence of the mountain. He wanted to attract the attention of those practitioners who wanted to dig meat from Luo Xiao to eat.

Just looking at it, it is not possible to tell how much strength he still has. But now all practitioners here know that Luo Xiao’s disciples must have greatly reduced their strength, but the specific amount of each person has different. If they, Luo Xiao’s disciples, will enter a process of spells and their spiritual power slowly dissipation. If they can find a practice method that conforms to this world and transform spiritual power into evil spirits within that period, then their magic can be saved a lot. As for how much they can be saved, it depends on the individual.

A bunch of loess Lin Mingting walked through condensed into a small man. The little native man had a nose and eyes. He looked at Lin Mingting's back and looked extremely strange in this quiet ground.

A gust of wind blew, and the pinch of loess dissipated and condensed at another footprint of Lin Mingting.

Another bumblebee was flying in the forest, collecting nectar among the nearby flowers, and sometimes crossing over Lin Mingting's head. Above the high sky, another eagle was hovering, looking down at the entire earth.

And in the shadows in the forest, there seemed to be a person escaping along the shadows, and he never could see what it was in the sunshine and the shadows.

In the sky, the sun was moving towards the middle of the sky. Lin Mingting seemed a little tired. He came to rest under a big tree and sat on the exposed roots of the big tree. He reached out from his arms to take out a gourd, poured out a golden pill in his palm. As soon as he raised his head, he wanted to pour the pill of the palm into his mouth. At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, rolling up a piece of dust on the ground and falling towards Lin Mingting's face, as if he was about to drill into Lin Mingting's eyes, ears, mouth, nose and mouth.

Lin Mingting's hand that was originally eating the pill pill suddenly moved away and opened his mouth and sucked it. The dust that was poured towards him with the wind was immediately sucked into his mouth. Then he immediately swallowed the pill pill. After a while, a scream sounded from a distance.

Lin Mingting sat there and still moved. After a while, a bird flew from a distance and landed on the tree.

The sunlight imprinted the bird's shadow along the gap of the tree on the ground not far away from Lin Mingting. Lin Mingting half closed his eyes. Suddenly, his throat squirmed, suddenly opened his mouth and spit out. A black and yellow mud shot out from his mouth like a sharp arrow. It was nailed to the shadow of the bird. The bird on the tree made a mournful cry and fell to the ground, turning into a ball of dry grass, and then suddenly started to ignite. In a blink of an eye, only a small tuft of ash was left. A gust of wind blew, and the tuft of ash was about to be swept away by the wind. Lin Mingting suddenly reached out to grab it, sucking the tuft of ash into the palm of his palm. Then the two palms were put together, and the light arose from his palm. He quickly and quickly thought of an unknown strange spell. A muffled groan came from the woods not far away.

It was at this moment that two eyes were floating on the tree where he was sitting, staring at Lin Mingting with his back to him. It kept staring at it. Slowly, those eyes walked down the tree pole until it was almost close to the root of the tree where Lin Mingting sat, Lin Mingting suddenly turned around and a charming light appeared in his eyes. He only heard him say in a confused and empty voice: "You are just a pair of eyes, how could you still live in this world."

As soon as the words were finished, these strange eyes that were moving in the poles on the tree quickly turned into dead gray, blending with the poles, and finally becoming part of the tree. At first glance, it looked like a pair of eyes grew on the bark of the tree.

These are just some monsters. Even if Lin Mingting's spiritual power was greatly dissipated, he could find restrained spells to kill or repel them. However, a truly wise man has not appeared. Lin Mingting could not tell whether it was one or two, and even more so that he could not tell what kind of demon or demon or monk was, and he had been lingering in his heart. Sometimes he would disappear and could not feel it at all. Sometimes it would be strong as if he was behind his head. He could see it as soon as he turned around.

He stood up and knew that he could not remove the danger now. He walked out of the shade of the tree and looked up at the sky. There was a goshawk circling in the sky.

He thought to himself, could it be it?

Of course, he couldn't think of anything. He couldn't tell if it was the goshawk, so he took out the mulberry bow with his hands, pulled it open, and an arrow appeared when he pulled it open. However, the goshawk flew to the other side of the mountain when Lin Mingting pulled the bow, and he did not shoot out the arrow.

Lin Mingting frowned slightly, knowing that this goshawk must not be an ordinary eagle, but it was not the danger that was entrenched in his heart.

He couldn't do it for a moment, so he strides forward. He knew that danger would eventually appear and he didn't need to look for it himself.

Yi Yan had already caught up with Lin Mingting, but did not approach him, but looked at him from afar. The two people next to him were Yi An and Fang Mingkong. However, Fang Mingkong was now turned into a demonic cultivator by Yi Yan, which made ordinary people unable to see his strength, unless they attacked him, and Yi An was still the same.

For a long time, the most important thing that can communicate the mystery of heaven and earth to Yi Yan is to see the magical power of observing life. Now, the mystery of heaven and earth that can communicate the mystery of heaven and earth has been further substantive. Yi Yan found that he could more easily capture the magic of the world between the world, especially Luo Xiao's destruction. The entire Luo Xiao's magic was scattered in this Luo Xiao Mountain Range. At the same time, some monks died, or they had used magic tricks in a certain place, and the magical aura remained in the void. As long as Yi Yan passed by, he could capture the mysterious magic meaning.

However, most of them are just a wisp of incomplete magic and there is no complete magic. However, as long as Yi Yan is given time, he can merge some magic through those magic and the aura that confuses the cultivator on Fang Mingkong is a magic that he recently captured from nothingness.

Three miles ahead of him was Lin Mingting, but there was a ghost monk near him. The ghost monk was holding a large jar in his arms. The jar looked dark and heavy. Although he was hiding very well, Yi Yan still discovered him. After all, he was mainly targeting Lin Mingting.

Through the ghost energy he spread all over his body, Yi Yan easily knew that he was a ghost monk, and even knew that he came from Beimang Mountain.

Of course, he also discovered Yi Yan, but both of them knew each other and did not do anything. Yi Yan was not afraid, but the ghost monk tried to stay away from Yi Yan as far as possible because Yi Yan had three people here, and he could not see the strength of Yi An and Fang Mingkong without using magic.

Yi Yan saw the eagle that Lin Mingting had just opened his bow and arrow to hide in the sky. He was also confused in his heart. He could not see what the eagle originated, because he did not sense any evil spirit or danger from the eagle, but instead felt that this mountain was surrounded by a huge danger.

He understood that Lin Mingting probably sensed this danger, but he could not find it out, so he did what he did just now.

The ghost monk's eyes flashed from time to time with a ghost fire, changing his position from time to time, as if he was avoiding something. Yi Yan guessed that he probably felt like he was in danger.
Chapter completed!