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"kill me?"
The wind blew through the forest. Chen Yuan held the moon in one hand and held the other behind his back. With a smile on his face, he looked at the thin old man holding an umbrella in the thin rolling mist opposite.
"If you want to kill me, you must have a reason."
"Haha, I can kill people if I want. How can there be so many excuses? If I want to give you one, that's fine. You were the one who led the Tianshi Mansion to the Hezhou Demon Cave, right? How can it be so easy to cut off our cultivation path?
past."
The old man slowly walked out of the fog holding a paper umbrella and raised his chin slightly.
"We have followed the Master for many years, just for the sake of that red energy, to improve our cultivation, to have a glimpse of the way of heaven, to cross the sea of misery with our bodies, and to go to the path of cultivating immortals."
"...Now, you have given up all hope!"
The words stopped.
The paper umbrella in the old man's hand made a buzzing sound, and the wind blew a leaf away from the treetop. The moment it fell, the paper umbrella suddenly burst into a green light.
"go!"
The paper umbrella flew out of the old man's hand and covered the top of Chen Yuan's head. While the blue light shrouded it, Chen Yuan held the sword with his hands behind his back and remained motionless. He just looked at the old man opposite. With a smile, white smoke rose from his body, leaving only
A piece of wood fell to the ground.
"The Jutsu of the Staff?"
Oops!
Seeing this scene, the old man's face changed slightly. He thought he had attracted the other party, but unexpectedly it turned out to be just a clone of the staff. He stretched out his hand to grab it from the air, held the paper umbrella, controlled the magic formula, and floated to the river bank.
Almost at the same moment.
Dozens of figures surrounded the river bank, each holding a magical weapon. Someone walked past the carriage, sneered and patted the car, looking at the fat Taoist dragging a heavy sword by the river.
"I thought he was a follower, but I didn't expect him to be a Taoist priest."
"What are you talking about? Since they are here, let's kill them all. Remember to keep the old madman and let Chen Yuan throw a rat weapon."
The speaker was a young-looking monk, holding a long staff in his hand, with a baby-sized skull hanging on the top of the staff.
When he took a step forward, he glanced at a few wood withers on the ground. The yellow-faced and black-faced ones all looked up and couldn't help but laugh: "Can these wood withers summon gods? There is also a female wither with wood!"
As he spoke, he bent down and reached out, taking a beautiful wooden sculpture from the side of a wooden sculpture wearing a large cloak and lifting it up.
"The withered ones are really lifelike. It would be great if they were real people and made into skin figurines, tsk tsk..."
What he didn't notice at his feet was that several yellow-faced and black-faced Muqiao quickly retreated, far away from the Muqiao who was wearing a big cloak and disheveled hair.
The moment he said "skin figurines" and the other monks laughed and gathered around him, Xiang Yumu's withered eyes gradually turned bright red, and a layer of black energy spread all over his body.
"You don't even need to take action, you are already finished."
Sun Zhengde glanced at his feet and saw that the water waves had spread over him at some point. He shouted to the group of people on the opposite side, dragged his heavy sword and quickly ran away from the river and in the other direction.
"Want to run!"
"Kill the fat man!"
"Go out and catch the old madman."
Seven people rushed over, three of them rushed towards the old man who was still carrying the crab in the river, and the other four chased the fat Taoist with magic weapons. They rushed a few steps, and suddenly there was a loud roar of the river water, and the
In front of the withered monk wearing a beautiful woman, a black light shot up into the sky. When the nearby monk reacted, he saw a burly man with an open chest and a big cloak standing there like an iron tower.
"Yu Ji... give it back to me!"
His big hand grabbed it like lightning, and the ascetic hurriedly blocked it with the wooden staff with the skull hanging on it. The head of the staff broke with a 'snap', and Xiang Yu pinched the whole head, lifting his feet off the ground into the air.
"You dare to touch Yu Ji, don't dirty her!"
With a deep voice, Xiang Yu tightened his hands, and his head was crushed and exploded like a watermelon. At this moment, the hair of the surrounding cultivators exploded, and they were about to hit him with magic weapons.
Someone shouted: "If Chen Yuan is not here, destroy these trees first!"
"Who said I'm not here?"
A louder sound echoed along the river bank. Above the swaying reeds, a figure stepped on the reeds and flew towards him. The crazy old man over there clapped his hands excitedly: "Okay! Okay, okay!"
The next moment, the flying figure suddenly brought out the afterimage. Holding the sword with his hands behind his back, he floated down to the ground quite gracefully. The wind blew through his hair, and his eyes scanned the dozens of cultivators around him. "No matter what the reason for coming, since I want to
If you kill me, then no one will be able to leave. Give orders to the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth, write books and talismans, and embody heroes!"
He waved the secret in his sleeve.
"——Show the Dharma!"
Rays of golden light soared into the sky from the carriage, and many withered wooden figures on the ground shone with light, and the surrounding ascetics were forced to retreat.
Biquge
"what happened?!"
"He's calling the gods!"
"Stop him!"
An old monk danced with a long flag in his hand. When he stood on the ground, his body froze suddenly. Blood stains spread diagonally on his shoulders and neck. The moment he spoke, the whole thing broke into two pieces, dragging with it minced meat and internal organs.
Fell to the ground.
Buzz!
The blue dragon swung across the moon, dragging the heavy wind, and leaned on the ground. Guan Yu, who was wearing a green robe and built-in golden armor, narrowed his phoenix eyes and stroked his beard.
Next to him, a thick-bearded black man with a big body and round waist, a leopard head and eyes, stood with eight snake spears hanging down. Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong were also stretched out, each one shining with divine light.
Behind Chen Yuan, on both sides, streaks of golden light fell to the ground and transformed into human shapes, including Zhao Yun in white robes and silver armor, burly Dian Wei with gnarled muscles, Ran Min holding a two-edged spear, and a young general wearing a scarlet helmet and crotch armor.
Zu Di, who wields four-sided Han swords and dances after hearing the chicken, the three Zhang brothers with their heads wrapped in yellow scarves, Wolong holding a feather fan, Zhou Yu with a jade-like face, the swordsman Li Bai, the swordsman Pei Min...
In the carriage, there were many ordinary puppets flying out of thin air and hanging next to Chen Yuan, with their teeth and claws showing and their eyes scarlet. One of the puppets brought a stick of incense and handed it to Chen Yuan.
Lu Bu, who was wearing a golden crown, a Western Sichuan brocade robe, an animal face and a ring of armor, looked at the people around him who stood like mountains. He was the only one who was still a withered tree. He dragged his small wooden halberd over and stood next to Chen Yuan, quietly
He raised his hand and poked Chen Yuan's calf.
"There is also a certain family...did you forget a certain family?"
"Marquis Wen, as soon as you come out, the other wood withers will disappear."
"One person from a certain family is enough."
Chen Yuan shook his head, rejected Lu Bu's proposal, and looked at the monk whose expression changed slightly again.
"No matter how many people there are, I've never been afraid of anyone coming!"
The voice was loud and clear, and Mr. Umbrella, who was chasing after him from afar, fell to the ground. From a distance, he saw all kinds of dead wood around Chen Yuan. His mouth opened slightly and it was difficult to close it.
next moment.
In the distance, Chen Yuan lit a stick of incense in his hand, flicked his sleeves, and stuck it on the ground. He raised a finger: "Kill them all with one stick of incense!"
"Don't be afraid of him!"
Behind and around the bullock cart, monks seeking revenge woke up from the loud roar and looked at the wooden withered god who rushed towards them with different expressions.
The original siege was now the other way around.
"Thunder Lord, help me!"
Soon, a bolt of lightning flashed across the clear sky and struck a monk, leaving him completely charred.