The sword roared up, and the bead seemed to have intelligence and retreated backwards.

Thunder struck down the sky, the wind was howling, and the huge rock moved, blocking the sword light in front of the scholar's sword light, and wiped out the sword light bit by bit.

The strong wind is like a ghost crying, and the thunder roars, and it is like a god of wrath.

In the wind and rain, the blue shirt is independent and has a cold expression.

Yuanci and Wu Changqing are still trapped in the world, and are under him, so it is difficult to take action at this time.

It seemed that it was because of resentment that scribes blocked their way, thunder roared, mountains and rivers rose, and all things in the world separated Mr. Ying from the bead, seemed to be roaring at him, as if begging him, as if persuading him, so that he could rest assurance and accept this power.

Because of that bead, the original spiritual charm has been produced.

This is an opportunity...

This is an opportunity!

The scribe was stiff and felt the almost uncontrollable temptation in his heart, and his face looked like he was struggling.

He was the most core part of this world, and he felt it even more and more intensely without distinction between them and what they could feel.

The desire to be a true creature.

The scribe struggled on his face, but fell uncontrollably. He could influence the world, and in turn, the world could also influence him.

Because they are one.

His expression gradually became drowsy, and in his mind, memories were constantly regressing rapidly towards the back.

It was like regressing his existence back to the world itself.

Yuanci, Wu Changqing, the "plot" I experienced in the past.

The memories went backwards, and the expression became more and more silent. Suddenly I saw the hopelessly stupid young man again.

Grow slowly around yourself, fall and climb, and become more powerful little by little.

Walk side by side with yourself and head to the road ahead.

But for some reason, the boy gradually drifted away and finally stood with familiar and strange figures. It was pitch black and blocked by the abyss. Among the swordsmen, monks and Taoists, the boy turned around and saluted him respectfully.

Just like the first meeting.

"Mr. Ying, I will say goodbye."

The boy looked up at him, his voice paused slightly, and he said softly:

"goodbye."

With the sound of banging, the sea of ​​blood rolled, wrapping the young man in it, and his familiar clean face was immediately covered by blood.

Mr. Ying's pupils suddenly contracted, and there seemed to be a light crack sound all over his body.

The expression suddenly came to an instant, and the scholar slowly raised his eyes, and there was no trace of confusion in it.

Looking at the strange phenomenon in the world ahead, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Turned into a rebellious sneer.

Angry murderous intent and cold reason appeared at this moment, and the pride of humiliation and Wang Anfeng's anxiety in the death situation were mixed together.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered a passage of scripture that the bald donkey said.

It is like a green lotus, red and white lotus, water grows and water grows, and it is not attached to water from the water.

Such a Tathagata will live in the world and grow in the world, and will move beyond the world, without attachment to worldly laws.

I am born in this world, not in this world.

His face was sharp and he stepped forward with a sword.

The heaven and earth were in a siege, blocking the scribes.

Because there are wind, thunder, mountains, rivers, and heaven and earth blocking them.

Therefore, there is wind, thunder, slashing mountains, cutting mountains, cutting rivers, and cutting waves.

The sky collapses!

Earth crack!

All things return to ruins!

The sword light was sharp and from that opportunity, it slashed by the slanting without hesitation.

By the way, he cut off the original intention of the mountains and rivers.

The scholar's face was pale and his eyes were sharp.

Kill me and see me.

I'm not me.

……………………………………………………

In Dingwu City.

Wang Anfeng's face was slightly pale and his mind was full of distractions.

There is great horror between life and death.

With the ability of a middle-third-grade warrior to stomp in the air, he can wait for Gong Yu to arrive as long as he can hold on for a while.

But with the ninth grade, how long can it last under the angry seventh grade warrior?

The boy could almost imagine that he would inevitably be tortured in all kinds of ways.

My steps couldn't help but feel weak, my heart accelerated, and my breathing was rapid, as if a huge shadow was cast on the boy, cutting off all hope.

It is completely different from when the pseudonym was hard to match, and even when he was attacked by a general.

At that time, he had at least a last path.

Back to Shaolin.

At this time, this real death situation made him tremble. At this moment, his usual state of mind lost, and dark thoughts seeped out of his human nature like an evil ghost.

There is another way.

The boy's eyes closed slightly.

It’s not about letting him face the seventh-grade warriors, just delaying the time.

There are hundreds of soldiers in this city, and the guards are eighth-rank warriors, and the county magistrate is above the ninth rank, but they have not reached the eighth-rank.

Anger him and protect him with a city.

Before the warrior killed everyone, Gong Yu would definitely come.

At that time, he said that he was crazy and shunted everything else.

I thought about my thoughts in detail, and when I opened my eyes, I saw the sunshine falling on the street, the children playing and running through the street, the pedestrians greeting each other, the family and the nagging neighbors, and the familiar world.

The boy's heart softened.

He raised his hand and tapped his forehead gently and whispered.

"How can I think of these things?"

"After returning to the mountain, you will be punished."

If you survive.

The boy smiled wildly and chose another method.

……………………………………………………

Outside Dingwu City, it was clear that it was sunny, but it was drizzling.

Suddenly, the eagle falcon roared in the sky, and two silver-feathered flying eagles came from the distance. What was even more amazing was that there was a figure on it. Every time he took a step, he could jump out nearly a hundred meters. When he was about to fall, he often raised his breath and stood up. He tapped his toes on the back of the flying eagle, and then jumped up again, almost like a god.

Just as he was about to rush into the city, the flying eagle roared, and the man's body was slightly paused, his eyes swept below, and he suddenly turned sharply and landed on the ground.

The energy was stirring up, and a wave of air was stirring up. The sound of clothes flying was suppressed by a quiet zither.

The man was dressed in black, had a slim face, and a little indigo on his forehead, which looked like an evil ghost.

His eyes were turbid, but at this moment he looked at the side of the city gate in surprise.

Above the bluestone, the boy was wearing a blue shirt and looked peaceful.

There was a guqin on his knees, and his fingers gently stroked the strings, which stirred the sound of the Qingyue piano.

What's going on?

Looking at the young man with a calm expression, the murderous aura suddenly stagnated in his heart. He originally planned to go straight into the city and capture Wang Anfeng. At this time, the latter appeared in front of him in a frank manner, as if he was actively greeting him, which made him feel shocked and suspicious.

The experience of the third and fourth brothers just now came back to their minds, and they became even more suspicious.

Can such a scheming person come to you stupidly?

It's absolutely impossible.

His eyes swept across the boy because he didn't know that Wang Anfeng had already passed the message at this time, so he didn't feel urgent, but because of the experiences of the two subordinates just now, he was very alert.
To be continued...