Wu Zhiqi was fighting with Yu Tujun, but he didn't know that he had already shouldered a big pot.
Standing alone in the city, all the big monsters who once sat in the main hall have long since left. Only the old monster from Montenegro is still sitting there, flipping through the book in his hand.
If Master Su showed up here, he might feel a sense of confidant in his heart.
Because the book that this person is flipping through right now is "Xuanzhongji" that Su Che takes out as an encyclopedia from time to time.
The middle-aged scholar-like old monster from Montenegro slowly turned the pages of the book and slowly put the book aside.
His eyes were looking in the direction of the lobby door.
It is difficult to describe this pair of eyes in words.
These eyes cannot see any emotion belonging to a person.
Whether it is hope or fear, anger or balance, arrogance or cowardice, generosity or cowardice, ecstasy or sadness.
No emotion flowed from these eyes.
It is like a volcanic lake that has been independent of the cold wind for many years. The passion of the past has been condensed into thick basalt. Only the cold pool left by the long years remains here, burying the fierceness of the past.
A short figure appeared at the door of the lobby.
His red hair is like fire, his purple beard is like a bursting wildfire, he wears linen clothes, a pair of straw sandals, and a long sword hanging behind him.
Censor Tai Xingyou and Censor Lin Jiansheng stood outside the lobby of Duju City.
His eyes looked at the old monster from Montenegro, with both jealousy and pity in his eyes.
"Okay, capture the thief first. Capture the king first."
The old monster from Montenegro put the scroll on the desk. He stood up from his seat. His shadow was like a python or a dragon, winding up and down. dance.
"Only you?"
The old monster from Montenegro smiled.
"That's enough."
Lin Jiansheng looked solemn.
"Okay, I am a bit frivolous."
The sleeves of his robe fluttered, and the shadows under the feet of the old monster from Montenegro rushed away, and hundreds of shadow flies roared ferociously.
In the hall, there was no light for a moment.
"Come."
The powerful earth energy spurted out, and the hall here turned into nothing.
One after another, shadow snakes passed through the broken wood and broken tiles, but were suppressed by the powerful earth energy. They lowered their heads to the ground and slowly uttered letters, just like living creatures.
Lin Jiansheng painstakingly prepared here for ten days and laid out several formations. The exquisite formations originally prepared for Dushan Jun and the Buddhist sect behind him happened to be used on the demon in front of him.
The dust has settled.
The old monster from Montenegro frowned, with a hint of regret in his expression.
It’s a pity that the pretentiousness and falsehood in this trace of regret is too obvious.
"What a pity for that good book."
The middle-aged scholar sighed, and dark light surged around him.
In an instant.
He seems to have become the end of all darkness, layer upon layer of darkness.Among the shadows, it is impossible to tell which is real and which is shadow.
Among these infinite demonic shadows, there are the wonderful sounds of the fairy palace, the soft calls of cute girls, the cries of fierce ghosts at night, and the heavy demonic sounds. Lin Jiansheng silently recited the words of the saint and suppressed the flashing thoughts in his heart with his mind.
"Soldiers."
A purple fire ignited, but it burned from the heart, burning all kinds of delusions.
Not bad.
The old monster from Montenegro was somewhat satisfied.
The earth energy gathered here uses the earth energy to stir the magnetism, and follows the Taoist path of yin and yang and the five elements. It should be the Songyang Prison Formation.
There is a vague Gengjin evil spirit in this earth aura, and there are strands of it hidden in the powerful earth aura. It should be an extremely powerful sword array. Above the East China Sea, this kind of stuff has become quite popular recently.
High in the sky, the light of the great sun is vaguely separated by one layer. It should be the Great Sun Miluo Formation.
In a few days, he was able to bring together the three talents of heaven, earth, and people. His character was quite good.
Lin Jiansheng soared into the sky with the help of purple fire, and the flames all over his body danced angrily, guiding the energy of heaven and earth.
"Bound."
The earth energy rolled up the power of Yuan magnetism, like a vortex, tightly sucking the old monster from Black Mountain.
The shadow of the Black Mountain becomes more and more vast, and the layers of demonic shadows turn into a sword light.
Even the Nine Netherlands and Ten Lands are not enough to stop it.
"Fall!"
Xingyou Censor lowered his hands, and a flaming red cloud spread down from the sky. Among the red clouds, there was a faint red bird spirit, surging with evil energy, true fire. diffuse.
The shadow sword light was blocked by the red cloud, and the figure of the old monster from Montenegro appeared.
The middle-aged scholar is free and standing among the red clouds.
"Cut."
How dare Lin Jiansheng be negligent? A powerful sword energy rose from the northwest, and the sword light of a hundred feet had been gathering momentum for a long time. With one sword strike, it would shake the world. Lower your head.
The sword energy breaks through the sky and fills the sky with red clouds.
A trace of doubt flashed in the eyes of the old monster from Montenegro.
Then came fear.
Nanming's Lihuo melted his muscles, and his vast sword energy shattered his bones.
The middle-aged scholar was astonished and turned into countless ashes.
Censor Tai Xingyou frowned.
The old monster from Montenegro was destroyed like this?
Above the ninth level in the sky, a scarlet demonic eye looked at him mockingly.
In Niushou Mountain.
Su Che led the injured Lin Jiugong and Song Qi, and took the honest man Ma Shoude to trek slowly in Xuanshan.
Su Che felt that he had gained a lot from this trip to Niushou Mountain.
First of all, this time we found out the fundamental secret of the so-called changes in Xuan Mountain. The old monster from Black Mountain who has lived here for a long time was actually transformed by a wisp of evil thoughts from the old lion, which is also the root of all these changes.
As long as this devil is surrendered, the chaos here in Xuanshan will probably be solved.
And with the help of the old fox Aunt Mo, my own "Secret of Zhou Jue Yin Tian" was condensed into thirty-six secrets at once, and my skills were even stronger.Further, the magic power becomes more powerful, including the sword evil developed in Dantian.
There is only a thin line between him and the upright seventh-level cultivation. Putting it in the arena, it can be regarded as the backbone of the place.
Of course, what’s more important is that with these thirty-six Yintian magic pots, he will definitely be included in Huang Tiandao’s sect and become Yu Li’s disciple.
This is the most fundamental benefit.
In addition, he obtained another page of the Golden Book, and secretly obtained a trace of the true meaning of the Future Star Tribulation Sutra, forming a predestined relationship with the fundamental teachings of Buddhism.
But Suche knows very well what his roots are.
Although the Future Star Tribulation Sutra is one of the fundamental laws of Buddhism, it has infinite and endless divine power.
But in the final analysis, it is someone else’s thing.
Not to mention that the ray of true meaning he obtained has some of the magic power of the original sutra. Even if it is passed down 100%, it is impossible for him to go to Buddhism and become a great person.
Despite being related to the Du Lingsu family, Yu Li was a good master who was straightforward and well-spoken, so he muddleheadedly defected to Buddhism.
This is not as good as the old lion.
Su Che knows what he needs. If it is strength and protection, no one can give him more than Yu Liong.
Including the mysterious Zhongshan Society.
Under the evil atmosphere, Suche slowly walked at the front.
"If you are less than a hundred years old, you often worry about a thousand years old. The days are short and the nights are long, why not travel by candlelight?"
Song Qi read the ancient poems left by the previous dynasty and held Lin Lin with one hand. In the Nine Palaces, he walked slowly forward with a branch serving as a crutch in one hand.
Ma Shoude, an honest man, looked heavy as he supported Lin Jiugong.
On the other hand, Lin Jiugong’s face was as white as a piece of paper as he listened to his senior brother reciting poems with a smile on his lips.
"Senior brother, what happened today has completely changed his old despondency."
"Some things will pass if you look past them."
Song Qi looked at Lin Jiugong: "Junior brother, you will be my disciple after Shoude. You should take good care of me."
"That's natural. But senior brother, you should take care of your disciples yourself. "
Lin Jiugong sighed: "It's a fluke that I won't die this time. I have decided not to stay in Guobei County."
"Where are you going?"
"Above the East China Sea, there is a real place of cultivation." Lin Jiugong looked at Song Qi: "Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai can pick up the stalls in Guobei County who are willing to pick them up. If they are willing to go to the East China Sea with me, let's go together. Go to the East China Sea."
"Okay."
Song Qi sighed a little. If he had had Lin Jiugong's enlightenment ten years earlier, would he have ended up like this?