The dark green mist spreads thinly, and like flowing water, it keeps spreading towards the barren mountains. In the small world on the hillside below, a three-foot-tall ancient elm tree with a thousand Qiu Qiu and a hundred knots is revealed, emitting a bright green light, and the vitality is constantly lost with the dense mist.
The green leaves turn yellow and shrink from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Tu Kunwei sighed: "Yu Dao, please go away!"
He shook his sleeves and robe and bowed his hands.
Take out two yellow talismans, recite some words silently, and send them out separately.
Since he knew that Mengmei and that person's clone were the culprits of this disaster, there was absolutely no reason to let them go.
The core fragment of Mengmei's soul in his hand was an important clue for deducing the other two Mengmei clones. In addition to informing Protector Xie, the other person he notified was the mountain chief.
After about a quarter of an hour, all the leaves of the elm tree withered and fell off, and the jade-like dark green trunk gradually lost its luster.
The small world of inches of wood has long since disintegrated. In the night wind, there are strange phonological and sutra sounds accompanying it, like the rising and falling of the tide.
An illusory figure of an old man with a clumsy face, five feet tall, walked out from the root of the tree. He wore loose clothes and a high crown. He put his hands together and bowed deeply to the chanter who did not ask his name in the air. He thanked the Taoist priest for his salvation in the final stage.
deliver.
He has lived for more than a thousand years and listened to sutras and rituals for at least hundreds of years.
For the first time, he felt that the sound of the scriptures made him feel refreshed, and he felt as if he was listening to the fairy music.
The reluctance and anger suppressed in the depths of his soul were released. He truly let go of the past and became free from worries and returned to the illusory open-mindedness.
Zhang Wenfeng held the incense in his left hand, clasped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and put the other three fingers together to return a one-handed salute.
The old man Xu Huan bowed his hands to Tu Kun again, and his figure turned into mist, drifting away with the wind.
Tu Kun returned the gift solemnly and watched helplessly as the remaining spirit of the elm tree demon was liberated and disappeared between heaven and earth. His heart, which had been tempered so much by Gu Jing Bubo, felt a little clogged and uncomfortable.
Depression arises, and murderous intent arises.
Zhang Wenfeng threw a few stacks of paper money, burning and falling everywhere. He walked step by step from the air to the lifeless elm tree, still chanting the sutra in his mouth, inserting the remaining incense in his hands side by side on the ground, and stood to finish reciting the sutra.
A gust of mountain wind blew, and the lifeless ancient elm tree collapsed down the hillside like a pile of loose sand.
Yu Wanwan didn't even want to leave his body behind, and consumed all his energy.
The treasures he collected followed him from dust to dust, dust to dust, and all disappeared between heaven and earth.
With a soft "ding-dong" sound, a string of three green elm coins fell from the debris and rolled to Zhang Wenfeng's toes.
Zhang Wenfeng bent down and picked up the exquisite jade-like elm money in his hand, with a smile on his lips. This lucky draw was good, and the elm money had "surplus money". He was about to have his fortune turn.
Tu Kun smiled enviously and said: "Old wood is too old-fashioned and I won't even give it as a gift. Why don't you be more generous and give a bunch of elm coins to each person? What's the point of giving one without giving another?"
He does not care about the value of things, but covets the luck that is transformed by the spiritual energy.
Zhang Wenfeng put the Yuqian, which represented good luck, into his arms and pressed it gently. It felt very solid.
He could detect that the miles of ancient elm trees' air flowed through, and there was a different kind of vitality. When spring came next year, grass and trees would grow in this area, and birds and animals would return, and the dead land would come to life again.
Tu Kun took some time to put the huge boulder back into his sleeves. The two of them landed on the top of the main mountain of Baihu Ridge. They cleared a clean place and set up a coffee table to cook tea and chat while waiting. The two green weavers sat at one end of the coffee table, leaning against each other.
I don't have much energy.
The scourge Mengmei is still alive, but Lao Yushu chose to liberate his soul and return to the underworld.
Why do they think this shouldn't be the ending?
The sadness and sadness.
The first one to arrive was Black Donkey. Thanks to his speed, he left the second senior brother behind.
"Lu Zijin, you can't help me, why are you coming here to join in the fun?"
Tu Kun's mood swings only happened at that time, and he has long since calmed down. He was drinking tea, teasing the donkey, and looking for something to do.
The donkey has become familiar with the peasants. It grinned and bared its teeth, and snorted shamelessly. It just got bored and ran out to join in the fun. Does it need a reason?
After the second senior brother arrived, the first thing he said was: "Take me to their hiding place quickly?"
He needs to use empirical evidence to reverse the mysterious and mysterious art of divination.
To improve any skill, in addition to talent and understanding, the accumulation of experience is very important.
Zhang Wenfeng got up and took his second senior brother to fly to the hillside seven or eight miles away. He pointed out the place where Mengmei was hiding. Then he and the donkey stayed in the air and watched the second senior brother busy. Tu Kun was too lazy to run around and was still on the top of the mountain. The old god is drinking tea.
After using the three hexagrams to deduce and calculate repeatedly, for about an hour or so, the second senior brother had a clue in his mind.
When I returned to the top of the mountain, I found two guests, Gao Yi and Feng Qiyue, at the coffee table. I greeted them and exchanged a few words. I heard from them that almost all the monks from the nearby states were on the move. They had received the summons from Protector Xie. Come from other places.
The two of them didn't sit still for long. They took a piece of the imprisoned Dream Soul Core from Tu Kun's hand and hurriedly flew west.
They have their own way of detecting the whereabouts of the escaped Mengmei through the fragments. Whether it is accurate or not depends on luck and skill.
The second senior brother took a fragment, arranged a ban nearby, spread out plain cloth and utensils, and performed the hexagram.
If it were normal, Tu Kun would definitely keep such important clues and refuse to take advantage of others easily, but this time it was different. He hated the Meng Mei who was causing trouble and the clone that absorbed the blood of dead souls and living creatures, and he would definitely do it. If you want to get rid of it quickly.
For no other reason than for Yu Wanwan to pay for his sins with his life and not to be complicit in the slander.
Because Yu Wanwan was cheated to death by that bullshit big brother's clone.
He felt the same feeling in his heart and was holding back a breath of depression and bad breath.
He wanted to take this tone for Yu Wanwan!
Three more waves of Free Realm masters came from behind, some familiar and some unfamiliar monks, and they divided all the dream soul core fragments from his hands.
I would like to express my gratitude and admiration to both Xian Ling Guan and Xian Ling Guan for their high integrity and broad-mindedness.
This cold winter night is filled with undercurrents and is quite unsettling.
The second senior brother came over with his hair disheveled and handed the viewer a delineated Kan map, saying: "We can go to the 'Tiefeng Ridge' area of the Qianluo Mountains to look for them. There is a high possibility that they are hiding there."
What he said was "we", including him and Lu Zijin, who rubbed his shoulders vigorously to please him.
He also heard about Yu Wanwan's story and wanted to help.
Tu Kun put away the coffee table, tea sets and other items, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, we can catch the thief while it's dark."
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message to the excited Donkey, saying: "Protect Brother Dian, don't just rush ahead. Our opponent this time is very cunning. The clone's cultivation strength is at least three levels, so don't be careless." Already."
The donkey shouted in agreement.
"Don't worry, Master, I will protect the second senior brother and prevent him from being harmed."
It copied scriptures every day, tempered its body, and practiced thunder skills. It did not fail in its morning and evening homework. However, it was stuck at the second-level perfection bottleneck and it was difficult to break through. The progress of its cultivation was as slow as a turtle crawling, and it could not be rushed.
Now that it has such a good opportunity to follow the temple master and the earth protector to hunt down the third-level thieves, it must cherish it and take advantage of it.
It's not afraid of getting hurt, and it's not like it hasn't had head-to-head fights with masters of the autonomous realm.
Its current physical condition is completely different from when it encountered Bian Wuguo in May last year.
Come on, come on harder! Mr. Donkey is not afraid!
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