Caomiao Village was in deathly silence, filled with a gloomy atmosphere.
The sound of howling ghosts and wolves suddenly came from the grass temple outside the village. Along with the billowing black clouds, it looked particularly scary and strange in this bright moon and sparse stars.
"No, it's too late!"
Outside the village, a vigorous figure seemed to be flying across the ground, speeding towards the Cao Temple as fast as a powerful arrow.
In the Cao Temple, the divine monk Puzhi of Tianyin Temple and the jasper Buddha beads of Zhengyunji fought with the powerful demonic man who was hidden in the clouds. He was barely able to hold on under the poison of the seven-tailed centipede.
When the toned figure flew towards the Cao Temple, he happened to see a strange scene.
‘The Nine Heavens Mysterious Temple turns into divine thunder.
The splendid power of heaven, lead it with the sword!’
A tall, thin man whose face was obscured by clouds and mist, holding a sword and raising it high to the sky, shouted loudly, causing dark clouds to gather in the sky, and lightning spread and flickered in the clouds. The sound was shocking and terrifying.
"The True Sword Controlling Thunder Technique, you are a member of the Qingyun Sect!"
The old monk who was standing before the temple was destroyed had no color on his face. He looked at the opponent who suddenly performed a strange skill with horror on his face. He exclaimed but there was nothing he could do.
"Evil thieves should stop being so rampant!"
At this moment, the vigorous figure flying towards him suddenly erupted, shouting angrily: "God - wind - move!"
Boom!
The next moment, a violent tornado rose into the sky with its core, sweeping across in an instant, tearing the dark clouds flashing with thunder and lightning into pieces.
The dark clouds and thunder and lightning that had just been stirred up with terrifying force just dissipated.
Heavy rain and strong wind!
The shadows of legs in the sky were roaring like a violent storm, instantly covering his face in the clouds and mist. The sword in hand was drowned by the thin man who interrupted the process of casting a spell.
"You bastard, you're looking for death!"
After being interrupted from casting a spell, he was submerged in the sky full of violent leg shadows in the blink of an eye. The thin man holding the sword shouted angrily, and a sword light shot up into the sky, forcibly split the sky full of violent leg shadows into two halves, and flew into the air with the sword.
He stood up, his voice full of shock and anger: "Go to hell!"
Another sharp sword light fell from the sky, as if it was about to split the exposed figure into two halves.
Catching wind and shadow!
The sharp sword light was so powerful that the powerful figure did not dare to touch it head-on. He instantly retreated tens of feet like a breeze, narrowly avoiding the powerful sword.
The sorrow and mist of Paiyunzhang!
His body shape is not easy to compare with. Even though he doesn't know any magic, his martial arts skills are astonishing and unparalleled. In an instant, he turned his hands into palms and shot thirty-six times in a row. The clouds and mist that passed by his palms rose up, completely hiding his figure.
Among them, it is hard to see clearly.
Ice Palm!
Before the thin man with an unrecognizable face could move again, two icy palms lingering in the clouds and mist were like dragons coming out of the sea. In an instant, the air everywhere they passed was white with frost, and two straight lines of frost condensed in the air.
Traces of snow appeared in front of the lean man in the blink of an eye.
"Okay, okay, I don't think it's just a gangster trick, but it has such momentum!"
The thin man, whose face was hidden in the mist, sneered again and again. The green light around his body formed a palm, and he easily stopped the incoming ice palm force.
What surprised him was that the giant palm condensed with mana was instantly covered with a thick layer of frost. In the blink of an eye, the ice shattered and the mana palm also shattered and dissipated.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to have some abilities. Go to hell!"
The thin man whose face was hidden in the mist sneered, and with a finger, the seven-tailed centipede hidden in the ruins of the Cao Temple suddenly shot out, heading straight for the toned figure with overbearing poison.
"Be careful, the seven-tailed centipede is highly poisonous!"
The old monk, whose whole body was full of decay and whose face had a strong look of death, spoke to remind him. Even his voice seemed weak and lacked much vitality. It was obvious that his health was in extreme condition.
"Little tricks!"
The muscular figure sneered, and as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly clapped his palm, and a sharp ice current roared out. It swept over the seven-tailed centipede before it could dodge, and directly blasted the seven-tailed centipede ice, which was highly poisonous and could even be said to be a strange beast.
seal up.
The next moment, the ice palm power turned into blazing flames and turned into a blazing flame palm power. With the blazing heat, the seven-tailed centipede that had not fallen to the ground and was frozen was directly vaporized!
The thin man whose face was obscured by clouds and mist: "..."
The old monk who had just spoken out a reminder and whose breath was declining said: "..."
The two masters never expected that the martial arts of the body shape could be so powerful. The seven-tailed centipede was an extremely powerful poison in the world of spiritual practice. Who would have thought that it would be so vulnerable in the hands of this man who is obviously just a man in the world of martial arts?
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"Okay, okay, I made a mistake today and was bullied by a little gangster like you!"
The thin man whose face was hidden in the mist sneered repeatedly, without even looking at the declining old monk next to him. He looked directly at the gangster who suddenly disrupted the situation, and said in a cold tone: "I don't know if you, a gangster, can bear it.
You can survive my poisonous blood flag!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a bright red flag stained with blood suddenly appeared and swelled in the wind to a radius of about ten feet. A fierce ghost head with a ferocious face suddenly came out of the flag, making a shrill and sharp ghost whistle sound and spitting out green ghost fire.
Go straight to the hero who suddenly appeared.
This hero of the world who suddenly appeared, that is, the muscular figure with fierce methods just now, was Lei Hu who had just arrived in the world of Zhu Xian. At this time, he had returned to his appearance when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but his body was as tall as ever.
Strong and powerful, with a height of 2.2 meters and a strong body, he stands like a little giant, giving people a very powerful pressure.
At this time, facing the sudden attack of the fierce ghost and green fire, he suddenly opened his mouth without any panic, and let out an earth-shattering roar of an angry lion.
Buddhist magic lion roar!
In the incredulous gaze of the thin man whose face was obscured by the clouds, the head of the devil, which was spitting green will-o'-the-wisps fiercely, trembled violently, unable to maintain its shape, and turned into black smoke and flew back to the poisonous blood flag, as if it had been hit by a hundred thousand points.
, the originally dazzling blood red light of the Poison Blood Banner turned out to be much dimmer.
"Amitabha, the evil thief shall die!"
At this moment, more than a dozen jasper Buddha beads emitted warm Buddha light, turning into more than a dozen streams of light and shooting towards the thin man whose face was obscured by clouds and mist.
"Hey, Monk Puzhi, do you want to make a sneak attack?"
The harsh sneer suddenly rose high, the poisonous blood flags danced in the air, the blood-red poisonous smoke spewed out, and the shrill ghostly roar was not only harsh but also affected the mind.
Monk Puzhi worked hard to transport the jasper beads and fought with the owner of the poisonous blood flag.
One moment, will-o'-the-wisps are spitting out, the sounds of ghosts crying, wolves howling, shaking the eardrums and the mind, and the other moment, the Buddha's sound is shimmering in the Buddha's light, making people feel peaceful and peaceful, as if they are in the Buddha land of the West.
Lei Hu breathed a sigh of relief and retreated quietly until he reached the two unconscious children.
While staring closely at the two masters of mysticism who were fighting fiercely with their spells, he glanced at the two unconscious children. The one with a handsome face should be Lin Jingyu. This kid's talent can be seen just by looking at his body and frame.
Not vulgar.
Another ordinary-looking boy should be Zhang Xiaofan, the protagonist of Zhu Xian. With Lei Hu's eyesight, he can naturally tell that this guy is actually a good looking guy.
What is ‘inside show’?
Just a talent for practicing martial arts, all hidden in an ordinary body. If he is not a great talent in cultivating disciples, there is no clue at all.
Lei Hu has experienced three worlds, two of which belong to the world of high martial arts. He has trained countless disciples and has already developed a pair of sharp eyes.
You can tell whether you have martial arts talent or not without touching your bones.
Zhang Xiaofan is worthy of being the protagonist of the world of Zhu Xian. Not only has the talent of being an "inner show", but it can be seen from the book that he has a simple mind and is very suitable for cultivation.
Regardless of whether you practice martial arts or Xuanmen methods, you can reach an extremely high level in the end.
If we want to make a comparison, this guy's character and martial arts qualifications are similar to those of Guo Daxia from the gold system world. He is a person who has accumulated a lot of experience.
Holding an unconscious kid with one hand, he retreated a mile away. Then he looked at the old monk who was still fighting, each using his own abilities, and Cangsong Lao Dao, who had his face covered tightly, with a disdainful sneer.
None of them are good!
An old monk who secretly massacred the entire Caomiao Village was extremely crazy in order to achieve his goal.
Hey, Caomiao Village should not have been massacred at this time!
Although the entire Caomiao Village was completely silent, Lei Hu was still keenly aware of the aura emanating from the villagers.
Glancing at Zhang Xiaofan in his hand, it was obvious that the old monk Puzhi had not yet taught this boy the secret knowledge of Tianyin Temple, Brahma Prajna!
As for Cangsong, he is definitely a guy with a twisted mind. He has fallen into the devil's way and can't extricate himself. The poisonous blood flag in his hand is made with the blood of living people and the death energy of wronged souls contained in it. It is obvious that he has committed a lot of evil.
That is to say, Lei Hu has no confidence in killing these two people, otherwise he has to eliminate the harm for the people!
Regardless of his majestic and extraordinary methods just now, it was because the other party was not familiar with his own martial arts that he was able to catch the old guy Cangsong off guard.
But this is the world of Xianxia after all. The magic power cultivated by Cangsong or Puzhi is much higher than his Qi. Even if he uses the power of Qi and blood or even some of the power of auspicious beasts, it is not named Cangsong.
The opponent of the top Xuanmen masters in the Zhuxian world.
Since he knew he was no match, he would naturally not act tough!
With just a few blows, the zhenqi in his body has been exhausted. Do you really think Cangsong Lao Dao's spells are so easy to break?
Well, since there are no problems with the villagers in Caomiao Village, we should go to the village to rest first.
"Donor, please stay!"
Just as he made his decision, a hoarse voice with insufficient breath sounded behind him.
Lei Hu staggered and almost fell to the ground, not because he was surprised that the other party suddenly came behind him, but because he was stimulated by the three words "please stay" which represented extreme bad luck.
Turning around suddenly, he happened to face the lifeless face of the old monk Puzhi, less than five feet away.
"Old monk, what about the evil heretics?"
Lei Hu looked calm, but he couldn't help but stir up a storm in his heart. It was indeed a world of immortals, and his methods were surprising.
With his powerful martial arts, he can quietly approach a distance of five feet. Such an ability does not exist in the Fengyun world. Even Xiao Sanxiao, who has lived for more than four thousand years, cannot do it!