Taoist chanting

Chapter 407 Why do monsters make it difficult for monsters

Arriving at Baihu Ridge again, Zhang Wenfeng looked down from the sky. Compared with the lush greenery and luxuriant vegetation in the previous year, there is now a lack of life for more than [-] miles here, the stream has stopped flowing, and only scattered low weeds and shrubs with strong vitality remain.

It is not known whether the remaining trees were struck by lightning or burned down artificially. The scorched trees that were blown by the wind and rain stood up all over the mountain.

The wind blows the withered grass rustling, and the yellow sand rolls up and desolates the eyes.

The big winter looks more and more unbearable.

"The mountain, root and water transportation in this place has been consumed too much by the old man of the land, and it will not recover within decades. Birds don't shit, and animals don't nest. Well, the more such a wasteland, there is an elm spirit hiding a stray dog. The more likely it is, if you do the opposite, others will hardly remember this place."

Tukun hovered over the barren mountain, his eyes emitting yellow-orange light, scanning the scorched wood, ditches and ridges below.

His flying stone has been cultivated by him to be the size of an egg, kept in his cuff, and kept warm day and night.

There are also a few rare treasures, which were obtained from the opening ring of the guardian of the Wu tribe. He is currently placed in the formation in the cave, and the imprinted breath will be slowly worn away with water, and then he will share the spoils with the temple master. .

He also carried a blue-black "undersea needle", one of the captured trophies, which was just right for him.

And a small, simple and lifelike copper toad, which was an earthen treasure brought out by the temple master from the underground secret room of the Taoist temple. The wood was taken away by him back then, and then returned to the original owner by the hands of the temple master.

With these treasures by his side, the world is so big that he can go anywhere.

At the current stage, those old golden core guards spend most of their time in the blessed place to meditate and hang their lives. Even if they are unlucky enough to meet another guard chasing after him, if he is the only one, they would really dare to let go.

The big deal is that you can't beat and run.

He re-refined the copper toad named "Wu Suan". Compared with the encounter with the Wu Clan guardian, his escape ability was three points more powerful, not because he was bragging.

According to the viewer, the witch clan is still scraping together the rare resources for exchanging the three corpses and the golden elixir, which should be in place before the end of the year.

Da'an slammed hard at the old fellows, biting three points to the bone.

Zhang Wenfeng was not idle either, he was holding a Ganoderma lucidum-shaped delicate Jade Ruyi in his hand, which was the wooden magic weapon suitable for him after he opened the last five forbidden treasures from the secret room.

Ganoderma lucidum jade shoots out strands of invisible wood energy, exploring the various places on the mountain below.

The escaped elm sprite steals the yin energy of the dead souls, and commits great murders. This world will not tolerate it. It is incompatible with his vitality. If he has his own way to check the energy, it's just him Not proficient in this way.

The two people in the air staggered to search the land below carefully, turned around again, and the sky was getting dark.

Tu Kun greeted and landed on a bare rock on the slope of Xitou Mountain.

"This small piece of land is a bit weird, there is a cold and evil spirit hidden, you help me sweep the formation, I will use the method of searching the ground to look for it, and if you see any evil spirits fleeing later, you can intercept it and kill it, don't tell it to run away .”

"Don't worry, you can't run away from it."

Zhang Wenfeng put away Yu Ruyi and drew his sword in his hand.

He also noticed some problems in the vicinity, as if something unclean was hidden.

But not ghosts, he is very sensitive to ghosts.

Fortunately, there are two senior brothers who can roughly calculate the whereabouts of the elm spirit by using divination. Otherwise, finding the thousand-year-old spirit who has been hiding is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

The two of them wandered around for more than an hour, during which time they did not encounter a single monk.

Apart from the desolation of this place, other tracking masters have gone to other places through their own channels. It is not certain who will find it.

Tu Kun stood still on the rock, and the yellow light under his feet slowly soaked into the ground and spread deep in all directions.

About a word passed, and Tu Kun's figure gradually became somewhat blurred in the night.

The north wind is blowing, and the yellow sand is bursting.

Zhang Wenfeng moved suddenly, stepped on the Nine Palace Steps, and jumped up, the sword light turned into cold rays, pouring down, and several groups of fleeing black air made strange "squeaks" and "bobos" a few times, disappearing in the night sky in several directions.

This thing is not an elm sprite.

It seems to be another kind of unknown spirit, lurking here and I don't know what it wants to do?

A smear of golden light shot out from Tu Kun's body, and it shot on the dry scorched wood fifty feet away on the northwest hillside. There was a loud bang, and debris and powder rose up. When Zhang Wenfeng arrived, a cloud of transparent black air was mixed with the dust and debris. Zhong has escaped into the ground.

"Wait, don't kill it. It's a second-order dream charm. This little thing is rare."

Tu Kun hastily uttered a sound to stop her, and the temple master slashed with his sword. Even if she escaped into the ground, Meng Mei might not escape death.

He has used the magic of his own life to "enclose himself" in the vicinity of tens of feet, and he can detect small things as long as he touches them. To the two of them, the second-level Mengmei is just a weak chicken. Whereabouts, rubbing and rubbing, the meat on the cutting board is gone.

Meng Mei's mental attack was negligible to them.

Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back on the ground, and said with a smile: "I will force it out by chanting scriptures, and you will imprison it later."

What he has mastered are some powerful killing techniques, and he is worried that if one is not serious, he will kill a small thing that can enter a dream. With the combined strength of two people, it is more than enough to capture a dream charm alive.

"Quickly read, quickly read, let me watch."

Tu Kun urged.

He also has means to force out the little things hiding in the "Self-restraint", but it is not as good as Guanzhu's scripture reading power, and it consumes a lot of money, so it is not worthwhile.

Zhang Wenfeng thought for a while, and found that Meng Mei's aura resembled a yin god, so he recited Chapter 1 of the "Tao Jing".

Waves of invisible thought power spread around with the night wind.

The sound of the scriptures sounded like a wave of ballads to Tu Kun's ears, and he felt extremely enjoyable, and his heart was like still water.

Every time the temple master recites sutras, it can give him different touches and feelings. The spring breeze turns into rain, and the subtle things are silent, which makes him have endless aftertaste.

The thought power formed by the soothing scriptures fell to the ground and was immediately swept away like a strong wind, like a sword urging the soul. The mournful and self-pitying Meng Mei resisted for a moment, and staggered out of the ground, full of grief and anger, and whispered cried:
"You two celestial beings, I have devoted myself to cultivation and have never done anything harmful to nature. Why do you have to be so aggressive? I have been chasing you all the way from the north. Please forgive me. I will go to a remote and wild place in the south and never appear again. Densely populated."

Tu Kun shot out a few strands of yellow light from his hand, as thin as a strand of hair, and caught the small transparent beast that was the size of a fist, and then asked: "Who is chasing you all the way from the north? Can you say that you didn't do it?" You have done evil things, how did your cultivation base come about? Don’t tell me that you don’t fall into dreams, you can cultivate to the middle stage of the second level by yourself, ‘one step, one dream’, you can’t fool me. Disrupting others’ dreams, isn’t it? What is doing evil? Let me hear how you argue."

Meng Mei's light blue eyes, which were transparent all over her body, rolled, and she was suddenly speechless.

It is a dream spirit, and if it does not enter other people's dreams to add fuel to the flames and absorb those happy, sad, or surging emotions, it is difficult for it to break through the realm so quickly and improve its strength.

It also noticed that the short man who trapped it was not like a human being, and the trace of aura exuding it was undoubtedly a monster, and it was a very powerful monster.

Hey, why do monsters make things difficult for monsters?
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(End of this chapter)