The sunset is like a tide, dyeing the foothills to the west red.

The bamboo forest swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the rustling sounds, Lu Liangsheng packed the pot and bowls of supper to put them on the back, took out the easel and laid the blank scroll, looking at the setting sun shining from the distant foothills.

"When the chaos comes, take away things..."

Taoist Toad stretched, recovered a little physical strength, and slowly stood up from the ground. He waited until the sun set in the morning, just to facilitate his disciple's plan after the night.

Even Nie Honglian took advantage of the sun setting and stood quietly in the shadow that the sun could not find, looking at the scholars over there, sketching and drawing a picture.

"Young Master."

"It's almost done."

There are no mountains, rivers, forests and wilderness on the scroll. The pen tip is traversing the thick fog rendered by Qingmo. Although the fog can be swept out with magic power, it is not long-lasting. It is still quite complicated. Once it is destroyed by the Golden Elixir monks at the Prayer Cultivation Cult, all their previous efforts will be wasted.

The last touch of redness fell on the west mountain.

Lu Liangsheng filled in the picture again. In order to ensure that the plan went smoothly and the illusion would not be dissipated in the middle, the time must be locked.

...I remember that there are also supplements such as illusion in "Qinghuai Purifier for Dreams".

Just so happens that the "Restoration Mantra" I got from Master's Cave last time can also be used.

He closed his eyes and recalled the contents of the curse for a while. Then, he opened his eyes and draped his brush with ink. Lu Liangsheng turned his head to look at the Toad Taoist and Hong Lian over there.

"You guys go first."

The toad took out a black scarf from the closet and covered his face, hooked the hook frog webbing and let the little girl ghost follow, took it out of the forest, and ran towards the bottom of the mountain.

"Master Toad, what are you doing with a mask?" Hong Lian walked through the shadows of the forest, floating on the side of the running short body below, through the hanging branches, and continued:

"No one knows who we are."

Below, the toad Taoist who ran past the dead leaves and jumped over the stone glanced at her.

"I was famous at the beginning, but now I look like this, how can I see people?"

Seeing the leaves flying backwards in sight, I remembered that there was a magic weapon in the stolen treasure that could detect luck. My feet couldn't help but speed up again, and all my limbs were running on the ground. Under the black scarf veil, my tongue unconsciously pulled it out to run and float outside.

‘……I want to see who made me so unlucky.’

When I walked along the forest down the mountain, I crossed a stream and went up another mountain, the bamboo forest far away behind me was rustling with wind.

Lu Liangsheng held the wolf's brush, luck and magic power, and wrote two fonts in the corner of the scroll as if there were thousands of pounds.

——Chang Kun!

Huh!

Huhuhuhuhu...

The wind suddenly became stronger, and the bamboo forest shook wildly. Lu Liangsheng grabbed the scroll, his blue shirt and hair were rolling in the wind. He walked out of the forest and narrowed his eyes to look at the mountain in the distance.

"The thick fog rises in the mountains, and the pen falls in yin and yang--"

The sleeves of the robe were scattered, and the scroll flew out of the scholar's hand to the sky. His fingers pinched the magic tricks, and the falling leaves suddenly opened from around him. The last paragraph of magic words rushed out of his lips.

"——The method of borrowing Qiankun!"

He has a shallow cultivation level, and now he can only use the spiritual energy around the mountains and rivers to deal with a cultivator in the Golden Elixir realm.

As Lu Liangsheng Fayan fell, the painting of the painting floating in the air flashed by, and disappeared directly from his vision. A few rays of green air could be seen flying over the mountain like a snake.

"The only thing left is to make the noise bigger and create opportunities for Master and Hong Lian. Unfortunately, I can only use one sword..."

With his hand stretched out, the Yuelong sword on the bookshelf flew into the scholar's palm. Looking at the sky, he sat down on the bamboo forest, put his sword on his body, closed his eyes, and felt everything brought by the wind.

Soon, Yuelong slowly retreated out of the sheath.

clang!

Yuelong's sword was unsheathed, pulled out a cold light and rushed straight into the sky. The scholar sitting cross-legged, chasing behind the sword body, soaring into the sky, grasping the hilt of the sword, moving the cloud-shaped pattern on the sword, revealing half of the cold moon.

"The Qi of the Lord is rushing to the Yunding, and the Sky Sword is rushing to the Lingxiao."

Half a cold moon blooms with light blue magic light.

...

Yingshi Mountain is surrounded by cliffs, which are difficult for ordinary people to climb here. Standing on other mountains, you can see the outline of a temple on the top of the mountain from afar.

After the night fell, thick fog gradually appeared in the cliffs and forests. In the attic of the four corners, a monk with golden patterns and steps on his feet led his four men out, feeling the flow of magic power that was exposed in the fog. He jingled a few times and a rattled bell poked out of his cuff.

"Haha... It's true, a trick!"

The middle-aged monk in the golden-patterned Taoist robe shook his hands gently, and the ringing kept ringing. The fog that surged seemed to be blocked by something, and suddenly stopped, but it continued to surging again for a moment, crossing the courtyard wall, but the speed slowed down a lot.

Behind the middle-aged monk, the four people were a little confused.

"Can't stop it?" "How is this possible? Brother Bing Zhang is a golden elixir... Could it be that the person who came has a high level of cultivation?"

"Do you want to notify Mingzun?" "I'm afraid it's too late!"

The monk with the golden pattern Taoist robe was named Qi Bingzhang. He practiced for more than 20 years. It was difficult to make any progress after building the foundation. Later, after worshiping the Fire Sect, his cultivation level was improved.

Perhaps he was not as good as a person who had higher talent in the teachings, but he was cautious and had quite some experience in practicing Taoism, so he was left to see this place.

Looking at the mist around, Qi Bingzhang narrowed his eyes and squeezed out a sneer.

"What kind of cultivation is that I am afraid I am not strong enough, so I just use the spiritual energy in the mountains! I am enough here, and you four will guard the treasure house."

"yes!"

The four of them bowed their hands and walked a few steps. One person behind suddenly stopped and looked up at the night sky.

"What is that in heaven?" "Does anyone remember any method that came from heaven?"

The remaining three people looked over, and even Qi Bingzhang, who was about to cast a spell and rattle the bell, raised his head. Outside the courtyard wall, Hong Lian felt a sense of depression, as if the sky was about to collapse.

A light blue light flashed, crossing the night sky from the distant foothills, and within a few breaths, it came to the sky above Yingshi Mountain.

Dingding Dingding Ding...

In the temple view below, the four corners of the attic, the wind-like bells shaking wildly, and the magic weapon in Qi Bingzhang's hand was shaking together.

"You four protect the treasure house!" he shouted.

Immediately, I held up the bell in my hand, pinched my fingers, muttered something, and my clothes were covered with long beards and stroking them without wind.

Above the temple.

The clouds in the night sky rolled and scattered. Lu Liangsheng held the hilt of the sword and dripped across the night sky very quickly. His blue shirt and robe sleeves were whirling. The next moment, his eyes opened and he looked at the temple below.

——Sword control technique. Heavenly sword technique!

The entire sword body was bright and squeezing the air to form a strong wind, bringing out a roar and roaring down angrily.

Buzz —

The air sanks and roars. In the temple, the four people's ears were full of noise. The magic weapon in their hands kept shaking, and the strong wind swept from top to bottom. The four people roared "Ah--" and leaned on the ground.

Not far away, Qi Bingzhang was still silently reciting the magic tricks, staring at the light blue light that was getting closer and closer to the night sky. His scalp was a little numb and his ears could not hear any sound.

The last ringtone of the magic weapon in his hand stopped, and the temple was surrounded by the courtyard wall, and the light red barrier formed.

"Fortunately, I'm prepared too..."

He has experienced more than twenty years of practice and has seen too many things, and he is also confident about such things.

The next second, the light blue light fills the night sky

A long sword is held in a man's hand and descends from the sky-

boom!

The tip of the sword was against the barrier, and the magic power hedged, ripples visible to the naked eye spreading to all sides. A corner of the four-corner attic, which was slightly far away, was shattered and flew down. The crisp sound of magic rings came to an abrupt end. The huge pressure, the magic power suddenly sank with the sword, forming a terrifying crushing and rushing momentum.

The four people lying on the ground crushed Bai Yan's floor and sank down, revealing a four-person figure with the lowest cultivation level and flesh and bones bursting through the squeeze.

Bang!

The barrier made a crisp sound, turning into stars and dissipated. Qi Bingzhang looked over the sky, and the magic weapon was also pushed out at this time. The surging sword intent and dust from the air pressure swept over the sky.
Chapter completed!