Taoist chanting

Chapter 465 If you do mental arithmetic but don't care
Zhang Wenfeng, who merged with the breath of spiritual consciousness and the trees, indifferently "watched" the group of people flying into the air and heading east. He was indifferent, stretched the branches and leaves to welcome the sun and dew, took root in the earth, and kept company with the breeze and bright moon.

No thought, no memory, no awareness of the passage of time.

The escaped little beasts and demons reappeared in the verdant forest, and the mountain resumed its former bustle.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong, the battles are endless, and unknown things happen every day.

On the night of the full moon, there will be many ghostly green shadows climbing up from the bottom of the canyon river, making strange sounds like laughing and crying, and forming a circle in a dark place where the moonlight cannot reach to perform mysterious worship.

The woods above and below the mountain were dead silent, and even insects did not dare to chirp.

Zhang Wenfeng watched everything that happened in the entire Ghost Shadow Mountain. His existence did not affect the lives of all wild animals, monsters, and ghosts. Even if there were birds standing on his shoulders, they would not be able to find that it was a living person.

Winter goes to spring, old leaves fall and new ones sprout.

On an evening when the sun was setting, Zhang Wenfeng got up slowly and walked out from among the dense branches and leaves.

The turquoise skin slowly faded as he walked, and a dark green flame ignited silently. In a moment, it burned away the filth all over his body, his chin had a bushy beard, and his long hair was disheveled. Compared with before, his whole person was a little more Rough and rough.

Take out a bamboo hat from the Nawu space and put it on, walk through the deep canyon out of thin air, reach the opposite side, and fly along the Taotao River to the east.

He couldn't remember how long the days had passed, but vaguely remembered that there were two full moons.

This practice experience is very different from the one at the top of Caomuling Mountain.

After several years of tempering, his state of mind is solid and stable, and he will not be unknowingly affected by trees without knowing it like last time. He can maintain indifferent sobriety, enjoy the natural wind, rain, sunshine, and breeze, and he will be subtle every moment. growing up.

After leaving the customs, although he was full of wooden energy and remained indifferent, there were no distracting thoughts in his mind.

After such a long time, the Wu Clan chased and blocked his monks, should he go back?

It is impossible for those people not to do anything, wandering in the wilderness forest every day, and the fortune teller does not have the energy to calculate and spend such a long time every day. It is relatively safer for him to return now.

Pick up the vitality of the trees along the way at random to replenish energy for ancient coins.

He didn't continue to practice because his cultivation level had reached the critical point of balance with his state of mind, which was only a little short of the late stage of the state of ease. He learned a lot from a pit, and he wouldn't fall into the same pit twice.

Traveling through the mountains and forests, the wild animals and little monsters I encountered stared blankly, neither escaping nor launching a sneak attack.

In their eyes, they only saw a human-shaped tree running fast in the dark forest. By the time they figured out that it was actually a human being, the human had already disappeared.

Zhang Wenfeng walked a hundred miles along the zigzag river, and came to the main vein of Luobaoling. It was already dark.

Turning to the northeast direction, it is only about three hundred miles away from Da'an territory.

While walking, he saw a strange figure covered in a black robe and cloak, coming out of a tree hole. Zhang Wenfeng didn't see the anger on the other person, and immediately realized that it was a witch cultivator puppet.

There are low-level witch cultivators in ambush nearby, so be patient.

With a vertical leap under his feet, "slap", he slapped the puppet that wanted to send a signal to the ground, and carried it to the east. Lord, there can't be too many Tier [-]... There are always people who are not willing to be reconciled.

The crescent moon rises, illuminating the wilderness forest more and more serenely.

Hearing the sound of fireworks exploding in the sky more than ten miles away, he had already considered clearly that the fortune tellers and many masters of the Wu tribe wanted to come here, which was much farther than when he returned to Da'an territory, so he bumped into Wu Xiu. Tier [-] and Tier [-], just kill it, no big deal.

He is like a fish in water in the woods, his body is shrouded in a faint green aura, and he walks in silence.

Suddenly, I heard a menacing cry from far away, followed by shouts from the other two directions, one after another, coming towards this direction, as if emboldened by each other, Zhang Wenfeng threw away the puppet casually, "Plop", the puppet fell apart .

He chose a big tree thirty feet away, flew into the branches and leaves, and completely concealed his figure.

That being the case, he made a ready-made trap to get rid of the chasing guy.

After a while, five figures drove the three puppets to come here vigilantly. When they saw the wreckage of the puppets, they did a little inspection. One of them quickly issued three summons to inform the three masters that it was an unfamiliar third-order The monk killed the puppet. As for whether the target appeared, the three of them had to come to confirm.

A young Wuxiu in white robes arrived first, and just when he squatted down to check, a sudden change occurred.

A golden light flashed in the air, directly hitting the back of the white-robed witch Xiu's neck.

"How courageous! It really is you!"

The white-robed sorcerer stood up from the ground, and the blade was dazzling under the moonlight.

"铛", the sneak attacking flying sword splashed a stream of sparks, flew backwards and turned, the speed was unparalleled, "嗤嗤", cut the necks of two monks on the ground who were unable to react, and killed the other three monks who were scrambling and waving their swords. go.

At the same time, a beam of sword light, like a flying rainbow, pierced through the branches and leaves, and shot towards the chest of the white-robed witch Xiu through a distance of thirty feet like an immortal guiding the way.

The white-robed shaman had heard of his opponent's formidable power, although he had a lot of disbelief in his heart, when he met on a narrow road at this time, facing this ordinary flat stab, he was actually terrified and had a creepy feeling.

The simple and flawless flat stab seems to have no choice but to block him hard.

And the opponent was hiding so close, he just glanced with his spiritual sense and didn't find any clues.

The narrow knife in his hand slashed forward from the back, the blade was shining brightly, and countless shadows of the knife emerged. He had already pinched a piece of talisman with his left hand, and a layer of phantom battle armor appeared on his body.

Go all out and do a desperate fight.

In fact, he doesn't like close combat very much, and there is no way out at this time.

Jian Guang went forward without hesitation, and when he was about to collide with Dao Ying, his speed suddenly increased, and his angle changed subtly.

"Tch", the sword light miraculously brushed the saber's middle palace and went straight, piercing the chest of the phantom battle armor with lightning speed.

Whether you have mental calculations or not, you can see the difference with one sword.

"Brother Wu, we are here, hold on!"

The gray-clothed man flying from the south yelled, seeing the white-robed witch Xiu being stabbed by a guy wearing a bamboo hat, his body was full of brilliance, and he was stabbed back and forth. With a wave of the sword, he attacked the daring guy from the side.

Zhang Wenfeng stabbed the white-robed witch Xiu with a sword, and the tip of the sword stabbed forward with small continuous small movements.

This is the swordsmanship experience he realized from practicing swords in the water.

It seems to be just a sword, but the strength of the sword can be superimposed. Wave after wave, the continuous force attack makes the opponent unable to escape, and destroys the opponent's powerful defense under continuous attacks.

He reached out with his left hand, held another magic sword taken out from the receiving space, and swung it casually, resisting the sword attack of the man in gray.

The white-robed witch was under great pressure, sweat rolled down his forehead, he tried his best to improve the defense of the phantom armor, and he never had time to hit the talisman in his left hand.

"Bang", the strength of the sword tip was superimposed, and finally broke through the acme of the phantom armor, and the sword energy pierced the chest of the white-robed witch.

The surging force destroyed the vitality in the body of the white-robed witch cultivator. A golden light that harvested a few lives was shot from the ground into the back of the defenseless witch cultivator's neck. The scream was blocked in his mouth.

Zhang Wenfeng stomped on his feet, and turned twice in the air, avoiding a violent explosion of flames and air waves.

He appeared at a distance of ten feet to the left of the gray-clothed man, brandishing his two swords, using two types of swordsmanship, his figure turned into an afterimage in the night to kill the retreating man.

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(End of this chapter)