Chapter 197: Metamorphosis, Wind and Thunder Wings
Good deeds, killing evil Taoists with swords, good deeds, three thousand nine uncles (3900)
When the two broken bodies fell to the ground and stirred up dust, Feng Bingwen also opened the book and saw the newly added line in the record of good deeds as he wished.
"really."
Suddenly, Feng Bingwen, who seemed a bit lazy at first, became energetic.
With last night's case, Feng Bingwen also knew that with this sword strike, there was a high probability that his good deeds would increase, but last night, after all, he did increase some evil deeds.
However, it’s impossible for someone to stand on a treetop on a mountain in the middle of the night and peek into other people’s houses. It’s impossible for him to be a gentleman. He’s probably not a good person.
And when he took out the demon-slaying sword from the ancient pagoda and slashed it, it was a verification, allowing him to let go of the shackles in his heart and no longer have any scruples.
"What a great harvest!"
Feng Bingwen laughed.
The scene of a young man wearing a brocade robe with disheveled black hair, holding a three-foot long sword that shone with a strange blood-colored light, laughing happily in the moonlight, immediately sent chills into the hearts of many "people" around him.
"I'll be sorry if I don't harvest it."
As he spoke, Feng Bingwen cast his gaze towards a mountaintop in the distance. In his eyes, there was a short figure that almost blended into the rocks and was indistinguishable from each other.
"Tu Xingsun?"
Looking at the short dwarf, Feng Bingwen's feet flashed with earth-yellow aura, and his slender and tall figure stepped forward, spanning several miles away.
The magical power of the Tao body shrinks the earth into an inch!
"Be very cautious!"
While strolling in the courtyard, Feng Bingwen already stood in front of an inconspicuous stone hidden among the rubble. As he stood still in front of it, the stone trembled slightly with an undetectable arc.
"Do you need me to ask you to come out?"
Feng Bingwen spoke.
"Don't bother me, young master, I'll show you now!"
Under Feng Bingwen's gaze, the stubborn stone turned into a dwarf who huddled up in a ball, rolled down at his feet, stretched his limbs, and revealed a funny face and a body as round as a ball.
"Actor?"
Feng Bingwen frowned. The appearance of this dwarf reminded him of the actors and actresses that a noble family would raise for fun.
"Young Master has good eyesight. I am just an actress for people's entertainment. I hope you will show mercy."
When the dwarf heard Feng Bingwen's words, a flattering smile appeared on his funny round face with two mustaches, making him look even more ridiculous.
However, his eyes, which were squeezed into only a slit by the stiff smile, unconsciously looked at the red sword held by Feng Bingwen, with a look of fear in his eyes.
He just saw that the clan elder from the Zhong family branch was beheaded without saying a word, without even having time to say a word.
Although it looks very crotch-stretching, he can already turn into a mysterious light flying into the sky. This is at least a spell that can only be practiced by Yunling realm monks.
As for him, although he was also rewarded with the method of spiritual practice by his master, he ate and drank and reluctantly entered spiritual practice, but he was different from those monks who had read Taoist scriptures since childhood and initiated spiritual practice.
"Actor? Which family did you come from?"
Feng Bingwen asked casually. The demon-slaying sword in his hand did not cut down. This guy looked too weak. The key was that he had no malice on his body. The reason why he came to him was just because this guy was the only one except the Yin Test.
Apart from the old man who took the test, the one who lay down closest also had the funniest way of hiding.
"The Cao family in the capital!"
The dwarf replied humbly, and when he told his origins, his tone was unconsciously a bit arrogant.
"You're from Kyoto? You're pretty good at running. How's your experience?"
"The young one has followed his master to many places. In terms of knowledge, he is still better than ordinary people."
The dwarf replied quickly.
"Can you recognize these guys lying around my house?"
"The person you just killed is from the Zhong family of Jiangyin Mansion in Xiangxi Prefecture. However, according to my understanding, this family is a branch of the famous side sect cultivation family in Xiangxi Prefecture. They are good at exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses."
In order to verify that what he had just said was true, the dwarf told Feng Bingwen the origin of the old Taoist who had just beheaded like beans from a bamboo tube.
"Not bad, it's quite useful. I won't kill you for the time being."
Feng Bingwen made a light stroke with his left hand, and the gravel and gravel around the dwarf immediately gathered, wrapping him directly in it.
When the dwarf discovered that Feng Bingwen had imprisoned him with earth and rocks, his face originally showed joy. However, when he used the power of the earth spirit that he cultivated, he found that the earth was silent and did not respond to him. Instead, he imprisoned him tightly.
Unable to move.
"how so?"
The dwarf was greatly frightened. Such a situation would only occur when he encountered a young master from the Cao family who was born every five hundred years. But what a talent the young master was. He was born with a thick-earth Xuanyuan body that was close to being an immortal. He worshiped as an immortal.
Zong, I heard that preparations are being made to form elixirs.
Feng Bingwen naturally ignored the dwarf's surprise. He cast his gaze towards the nearby hilltop, and as he looked over, there were black scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes and other five poisonous things scurrying away in a hurry.
Unexpectedly, the top of the mountain turned into a nest of poisonous insects at some point.
“You can’t go wrong with this!”
Looking at the terrifying scene of the surging poisonous insects, Feng Bingwen murmured and already raised his sword to chop it down.
The sword light is majestic, and the killing intent soars into the sky.
The murderous intention came from the red sword in Feng Bingwen's hand. The sword that Feng Bingwen took out from the ancient pagoda was one of the only three complete demon-slaying swords in this broken ancient treasure. When the sword pointed at an inhuman thing
, there will be a strong reaction.
At this moment, under the sweep of the sword light, probably tens of thousands of poisonous insects were directly crushed into paste and powder, covering the ground.
Then a hysterical howl sounded. It was an alien that looked like a human but not a human, an insect but not an insect. There were obviously no scars on his body, but it looked like he had been chopped down.
"Sir, I don't know this guy, but judging from his appearance, he should be from southern Xinjiang. He practices witchcraft and Gu. He has trained himself to look like this, and he probably doesn't care about his body anymore. Just now
His soul may have been mixed in an insect, and he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to escape, but he was killed by the young master's sword, as if he had lost his soul."
"Um!"
Hearing the appropriate explanation next to him, Feng Bingwen nodded, raised his hand and struck out with his sword again, directly slashing the roaring insect man. After slashing, he glanced at the Book of Heaven, and his good deeds increased by more than 4,800.
, there are actually quite a few, but those who play with bugs can easily distort their character, which is considered normal.
And after casually slashing three swords, Feng Bingwen could no longer bear the reward for his good deeds of nearly 10,000 yuan. His figure disappeared, leaving a phantom in place. When he reappeared, there was a phantom full of shock and anger.
The roar sounded,
"Shu Zi, how dare you?"
boom--
The deafening thunder spread, and a slightly stooped figure was seen spreading its broad wings filled with wind and thunder. With an astonishing momentum, it rushed into the night sky, but it was running away in embarrassment.
Below him, a young man in white clothes with black hair hanging casually climbed up to the sky, following him like a shadow. The wind and thunder that were entangled with him were casually pushed away by him. His ease and ease surprised many people.
"Is that the elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Tianbao?"
"How is that possible? He is not a great monk in the Mortal Transformation Realm. He has even used the Wind and Thunder Wings. How could he be so embarrassed?"
"Look, we're fighting again. Hiss, Elder Zhao's wings were torn off. How is that possible? There's actually blood spilled?"
"I have long heard that there is an elder in the Zhao family who is not very talented in cultivation, but is particularly good at practicing magic. Now that I have seen him, he really lives up to his reputation. He actually refined the magical power of wind and thunder wings into his body, and really transformed into a pair of wind and thunder wings.
Pity."
"I never expected that in such a remote place, there would be such a vicious person living here in seclusion."
"When things go badly, taking action is the best option."
"It's not a good place to stay for a long time."
The fight that broke out suddenly and ended in a very short period of time shocked the "people" hiding among the mountains, rivers and trees below. Many people were frightened and prepared to run away.
For the aristocratic family that has been inherited for thousands of years, the Yuandan monks are the mainstay, and naturally they will not be sent out as a pathfinder when the situation is unclear.
The monks who have reached the Mortal Realm are also extremely important to aristocratic families. Most people present did not expect that there was such a great monk lurking here, and that he was found, hung and beaten.
Every time a monk crosses a level of practice, he will undergo earth-shaking changes. Even in the same level, even in the initial stage of Qi Condensation, there can be exaggerated situations where one person defeats a hundred people.
When you reach a higher realm, the gap in combat power will naturally widen. However, coming from the famous thousand-year-old Zhao family, he is also a metamorphosis monk who has already refined the magical power of Wind and Thunder Wings into his body.
The weak.
Mortal transformation is to achieve the meaning of transformation from mortal to immortal. After cultivating to this state, there will be monks who can refine magical powers into the body, produce changes in flesh and blood, and transform into gods with a single thought, with almost no consumption of mana - of course, this is only this state.
One of the cultivation methods is the method of condensing magical power, talismans and Tao seeds.
"Well, want to leave?"
The changes below were naturally noticed by Feng Bingwen in the sky. In his eyes, those guys who thought they were well hidden were like bonfires lit in the dark night.
"Keep it all for me!"
Feng Bingwen quickly caught up with the old guy who had only one wing left in front of him. He ignored the fact that the opponent's wings of flesh and blood could feel real pain. He cut it off with a sword, kicked him on the chest, and finally hit him again.
A sword was added to his neck.
After completing a smooth move, Feng Bingwen didn't have time to see how many good deeds he had done by killing the strongest person in the field. He dived downwards, and those who were chasing him were already frightened, and they began to use their magical powers to run away.
snooper.
"You idiots, this monster has spiritual eyes and magical powers, you can't escape at all."
A pangolin spirit who was shaken out of the earth by Feng Bingwen's kick saw the blood-red sword energy falling like his own, and issued a final warning in despair.
"Surround and kill him!"
A dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist, this is one of the eternal truths in this world.
In a life-and-death crisis, no one is willing to sacrifice to help others.