Zhang Wenfeng performed the Nine Palace Steps at his feet, skillfully dodging several spell attacks launched by the Barbarian God against him.
There was still a hint of magical charm lingering in his mind, and he had not completely come out of the state of turning into a tree. He kept drawing swords in his hands. He noticed that two swords pierced the body of the primitive god who was furious and resisting. The feeling and sound were very
is different.
On the top of a hill full of wood, when you are in it, your instincts become more and more acute, and you suddenly sense danger.
The green brilliance flashed across his body, and his whole body flew through the gaps between broken branches and leaves like lightning.
There were several loud noises in succession, and fists of black light followed a shadow and erupted.
"Phantom wood!"
After narrowly escaping the barbarian god's deliberate series of attacks, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and shouted softly.
On the top of the hill where the trees were almost destroyed, the branches swayed again, blocking out the sky and the sun. The giant trees seemed to be illusory and real, and the green mist filled the area. The barbarian god who had escaped from the entanglement of six thorn hooks and iron wire vines was once again surrounded.
31xs/178/178761/"The point guard is here"
This time, he not only used the rich wood energy released by the smashed trees on the top of the mountain to perform the "Giant Tree Illusion Rebirth Technique", but also flexibly used the phantom wood beads in his arms, adding genuine illusions to the spell.
Just give it a try, just start from the masters.
In the aftermath of the black light explosion just now, he was shaken by the wind and rain, but he was unscathed. All concussive attacks were resolved by his protective magic weapon, the Condensation Disk. This was also the confidence that gave him the confidence to deal with the barbarian gods and dance on the tip of a needle.
"Ah ah ah, I'm going to skin you!"
The impatient Barbarian God went berserk, unable to calmly tell whether the opponent was using a spell or a bullshit illusion. He had no time left, so he whipped and beat him wildly.
Landslides and ground cracked, giant trees shattered, and billowing dust rose into the air. There were still trees shaking in front of us.
He almost fainted with anger. What kind of monster was that boy who received the divine scroll?
In just a moment's delay, the Barbarian God missed his last chance to escape.
Lao Yuan and Tu Kun arrived. They glanced at Zhang Guanzhu, who was flying calmly in the air. The old ape bared his teeth and showed an ugly smile. The "Drinking Mountain Order" in his hand exuded a treasure-yellow luster and looked down at the collapsed mountain top.
, the illusion of dense trees disappeared without a trace, and the barbarian god who wanted to turn into a black light and flee fell into the mud-like shadows of mountains.
The barbarian god was really going crazy, whipping around and shouting: "Old monkey, do you really want to kill them all? You drove me into a panic, so I exploded the body of the god and seriously injured one of you. It's not difficult. You are not monsters from the same tribe.
Xiu, be careful of someone else taking advantage of you and losing your life and treasure."
The Shinto incense in his body became increasingly chaotic and stagnant, but had to remain strong.
The whip shattered the mountain shadows that were pressed down one after another, and I felt miserable and uneasy.
The old ape laughed loudly and said: "I am about to die, but I still have daydreams about sowing discord. Give me... control!"
As the light of the "Drinking Mountain Order" flashed brightly, the covered barbarian god below showed his true body wrapped in black energy. There was a diagonal cut mark on the armor between his waist and abdomen, and wisps of incense spilled out.
A golden light suddenly appeared in the sky of the mountain shadow, crackling from top to bottom.
The power is as bright as the sword, and the sword energy is unparalleled.
The Barbarian God was imprisoned for a moment or two, and by the time he broke free and tried to raise the Mountain Whip to resist, it was already too late.
The black energy on his body surged, and strands of metallic black light shone sharply.
"Pfft", Tu Kun used all his strength to attack with a sword, splitting the Barbarian God in half, seriously injuring the Barbarian God who was trying to self-destruct. He raised his left hand like a drum and hit the Barbarian God's head with a huge fist.
The phantom hit the Barbarian God hard on both sides, completely scattering the black light on the Barbarian God's body.
The old ape also drew his sword at the right time and cut off the barbarian god who had no resistance.
Zhang Wenfeng watched as the two old demons cooperated tacitly, the shadows of their fists and the light of their swords intertwined, beating the torn barbarian god into a mess of black energy, beating him until his life was extinguished and his soul was gone.
His expression remained as usual, and he flew down to the top of the mountain a hundred feet away.
A god-killing battle in which he participated came to an end without too many thrilling twists and turns.
Pulled out the semi-conscious mountain badger from the rock pit, held the mountain badger, which weighed two to three hundred kilograms like an iron lump, in his arms, took out two healing pills, and fed them to the weak mountain badger, which half-opened its eyes.
In the mouth.
Thanks to Tu Kun's willingness to spend money on feeding them, 20% of the low-level materials they dug out from the secret room of the cave in White Fox Castle went into the mountain badger's belly, tempering the mountain badger's body to become extremely strong and strong.
The mountain badger received a whip from the mountain and was severely injured internally, but his life was not in danger.
With a flash of earth-yellow light, Tu Kun appeared next to him. He glanced at the sleeping mountain badger and said with a smile: "Don't worry, it won't die. It will recover in three or two days of cultivation." He motioned to Guanzhu Zhang to follow and went to Biyifeng to collect it.
Scratch the loot.
The figure flashed continuously, and Tu Kun was already far away.
The war was over, but the Shen Yin Ji Shan Ye that he was longing for had not yet been obtained. The contract of life and death he had formed with the old ape was true, but he would not feel at ease if he did not pay more attention to get the treasure in his hands.
The devil's heart is changeable, so he can't trust the old ape, and the old ape can't trust him either.
Zhang Wenfeng hugged the mountain badger and fell behind, flying leisurely. He was still recalling the magical state of turning into a tree. It was so wonderful that he tried to find the feeling of being immersed in it again.
In less than a quarter of an hour, his cultivation and state of mind had skyrocketed.
Arriving at Biyifeng, which was almost unrecognizable, Zhang Wenfeng saw the gold-swallowing orangutan who had been beaten miserably with two whips, with a bruised nose and a swollen face. A trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, and there was a weakness that could not be concealed on his dark face.
He could sense that the demon ape had evil karma that haunted him, and he frowned slightly.
Fly to the side and stay away from the monster gorilla who glared at him angrily.
It's not that he's afraid of the other party, but he hates the invisible aura of the monster ape.
This strange ability to detect the bad karma of the opponent was a method he retained after transforming into a tree.
Zang Yuan snorted coldly, flew to the top of a nearby intact turret, and sat cross-legged to meditate and adjust his breathing.
Zhang Wenfeng flew slowly and used his spiritual consciousness to scan the depths of the cave. He found that in the darkness, there were many indigenous mortals with bloodstains on their bodies and faces, lying on the ground and kowtowing, not daring to make any noise.
He sighed silently in his heart and did not ask for comfort.
The lives of the indigenous mortals in the wild are like grass. After the Barbarian Gods are wiped out, they can still struggle to survive in the mountains, or they may be swallowed up by nearby forces, become slaves, and continue their miserable and miserable fate.
The weak eat the strong, and the fittest survive.
There is an old saying circulating in the world: "It is better to be a peace dog than to be a person in troubled times."
Therefore, reincarnation is a technical job that requires meritorious deeds.
He found a huge rock under the shade of a tree in the middle of the mountain. There was no blood on it and it was quite clean. Zhang Wenfeng placed the mountain badger on a wheat straw futon that he had taken out. He sat cross-legged on the rock with a languid expression and recited the Requiem Sutra.
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"Wonderful awakening comes and goes, and the soul and spirit are never extinguished. In one life and one death, the body and soul are not lost... The sins and blessings of heaven and earth are the same in life and death. If you are familiar with your previous actions, you will never be separated from the three paths. Feitian gives advice and turns eight
Go out..."
He did not light incense and candles to place the sacrifices, but only threw out stacks of paper money that burned in the air and floated away.
This place did not belong to the territory of the Da'an Dynasty, so it was inconvenient for him to act as a Taoist priest, so he relied on chanting scriptures to do what he could.
The sound of the scriptures rises and falls like a gurgling stream, flowing in the mountains, seeping into the underground caves, and echoing into a soothing requiem song.
He tried his best to use the power of scripture chanting to wash away the bad karma of all the dead, so that they can rest in peace and soul, in the hope that they can enter other reincarnations in the underworld and no longer suffer in the next life.
May you be blessed with immeasurable blessings!
"Hey, you stinky Taoist priest, you've disturbed me, shut up that stinky mouth of yours! Don't blame me for being rude if you keep chanting sutras and beeping."
Xuan Yuan's body was filled with demonic aura and his heart was restless. Even from far away, he was disturbed by the all-pervasive sound of scriptures and became restless. He could not calm down and regulate his breathing. He was furious and shouted curses in human words.
He was burdened with bad karma and could not bear the sound of scriptures that were the voice of heaven to all dead souls.