Xing Zhen was trying to approach Wen Chengyan's temple statue, and Yang Runtu always felt that this young man had no intention in his heart.

Naturally, he didn't want him to get what he wanted, so he raised his knife to rush forward after the hurricane. He was shocked to find that the young man with swords came and went freely in the hurricane without any obstacles. How could he know that Xing Zhen had been suffering in the desert hurricane for more than a month.

The young man with swordsman shouted: "It's time to take action!"

Yang Runtu subconsciously looked at the black and white clock, and his mind swayed and found that he was cheated. He suddenly turned around and two golden silk threads appeared silently.

The young man who was moving steadily in the hurricane immediately swung his knife to split the thread. If he was entangled, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, the silk thread was not as difficult as expected. Although the two swords with all their strength did not cut it off, they easily split it. When they were about to turn around and kill the boy with swordsman, a big black and white bell rushed towards him.

Continuous accidents occurred one after another. Yang Runtu was not upset, but was surprised and laughed in surprise. In his opinion, the two people and one dog in ordinary clothes must be disciples who went out to practice.

None of these magic weapons given to the sect is ordinary. At least, as a land, he has no financial resources to buy these.

Although the sects dare not provoke easily, they secretly killed their disciples and seized their treasures. Everything was done completely. Even if the sect behind them came to the door to ask for punishment, at most they would never admit it.

Yang Runtu didn't believe that these young boys were qualified to alarm the thousand-year-old turtles that could see the secrets of heaven in the sect. Most of the people who spent time in seclusion and practiced through the great way, were too lazy to pay attention to the various right and wrong of future generations.

This is true for practicing the endless great way of ruthlessness. In fact, it is not a great way of ruthlessness. Instead, it is a retreat that has been inseparable for thousands of years. After coming out, things have changed. Over time, all kinds of feelings become indifferent.

But what Yang Runtu could not have imagined was that the two people and one dog did come from a large sect. However, the treasure was not given by the sect, but was tailor-made for them by the ascension old monster.

When he raised his knife to chop the black and white clock, the high-pitched Longyin Keng suddenly appeared inside the clock. The shaking Yang Runtu's blood surged, and his soul trembled.

After a moment of trance, when I woke up again, I watched the black and white bell smash into my chest. The black armor shattered a large piece, and the skin inside was covered with blood and blood.

The Landlord, who was tortured by several juniors, was in a mess and lived a hundred years away, was completely dissatisfied with face. He roared angrily: "The younger one is killed."

The black sword slashed out continuously, and the sword light continued to shoot endlessly. The black fog-like spiritual energy surging and roaring, turning into black snakes to attack.

There are countless large snakes, and the smallest ones are the thickness of the waist of adults. Three black tornados are hidden in the group of snakes, and waves are rippling on the ground to roar the broken stones.

The man and dog hiding behind the big bell moved forward slowly. The half-black and half-white big bell was extremely strange. Without sharp killing methods, they were allowed to attack, and the big bell remained intact.

Yang Runtu was even more angry and his greed became stronger. When he looked at the black and white clock, his eyes were filled with the impulse of loving and taking it for himself.

Looking at the back of the black and white clock with a squint eyes, a huge wave suddenly appeared in the heart lake. The queen of the clock was no longer the boy with a sword, but the man Chang Ran and the puppy wrapped in inner armor.

Turning back, the young man Xing Zhen, who was carrying a sword, quietly approached the statue of the classical Chinese temple. After the talisman in his hand lit up, he pressed it on the forehead of the temple with a "bang".

The talisman that drove the Yin and gathered Yang suddenly shone brightly, and the golden light in the blood echoed it from a distance. The bright red became dimmer and the gold color gradually became vigorous. One rose and the other grew, and the foul breath slowly retreated.

Seeing that the situation was over, Yang Runtu, possessed by the Land Lord, did not care about killing Dandelion and the puppy. He ran to the temple statue, opened his mouth wide, and sucked the whale and cow drink to suck the little blood left into his belly.

Yang Runtu roared in anger: "You are all going to die." His voice was cold and gloomy, more like the roar of demons from hell.

The blood evil aura of the whole body surged, blending with the torrent of spiritual energy. The sword light was half red and half black, the big snake intersected with red, and the tornado was black and red.

Xing Zhen, Dandelion and the puppy were in danger one after another, especially Xing Zhen, after posting the talisman, hiding after the black and white bell, his hands and feet were cut several times by the storm of the knife. Even the tough inner armor had three cracks in front and behind.

Yang Runtu, who gave up the temple statue and attacked and killed Xing Zhen and others with all his might. As time passed, the vast spiritual power continued to overflow.

The frustration that had just been plotted gradually subsided. Even if the black and white clock was protected, as long as the internal strength and spiritual energy of the two people and one dog were exhausted, the rest would be sure to win.

Surprisingly, when they saw the two of them and their dogs almost exhausted, they took a sip of the wine in the ragged gourd. The next moment, these guys were in full spirit and were as energetic as if they were alive.

Yang Runtu discovered the second treasure, but he couldn't be happy. He turned his head and looked at the statue of the temple with golden light flowing like water, and his heart became heavier.

"Oh!" A heavy sigh echoed throughout the hall. Then a green Rushan man slowly walked out of the temple statue, wearing a lush scarf and overhauled the rest of the temple.

The golden color slowly faded away, and the figure of the man became clear. The middle-aged Confucian scholar was gentle and elegant, with a look of integrity and a strong man, but his hair was gray. This was not due to his age, but the sign of his hard work before he was old.

The man bowed deeply: "Thank you, my friends, for helping me get out of trouble."

The green Rushan man said again: "The wind is calm!"

The mouth was like a sky-like appearance, and the golden light scattered, and the tornado with the strongest strangulation force of the red and black intersecting with the most powerful force was extinguished instantly.

The man continued to say: "The sword energy is so stern!"

The golden sword energy appeared silently, and all the sword lights turned into powder when they encountered natural enemies.

Rushan man waved his sleeves with big sleeves: "The universe in the sleeves."

The piaosha's big sleeves were frowned and countless big snakes were instantly sucked into it. The man shook his wide sleeves, and the black and red powder fell down.

The prophecy came true, and three sentences and three supernatural powers resolved the crisis of Xing Zhen and others. The Rushan man bowed for the second time: "Confucianism has become a word, thank you for help."

Wen Chengyan turned around and looked at Yang Runtu, who was leaning over at the Land Lord, and asked: "For the sake of a mere Wen courage, he actually sealed me with black dog blood. Then he waited for the blood moon and sun, and sacrificed and refined my temple statue with virgin blood. He was so vicious and was a reckless land."

Yang Runtu was dissatisfied and asked in surprise: "Only Confucian wise men can express their promiscuity in their mouths. You have just entered the Confucian scholar. How could you be promoted to the wise men so quickly? I am afraid that it was not because of some evil deeds in secret that they have achieved such success?"

Wen Chengyan replied with contempt and sneered, and turned around and bowed to Xing Zhen and others for the third time: "Thank you for coming last time. Not only did you clean the Wencheng Temple, but you also brought a lot of incense. This is the case when you encounter a long drought. With the power of incense, you can achieve wise men in the next step."

After Wen Chengyan thanked him three times, he looked back at Yang Runtu coldly, but said calmly in his tone: "Are you worried that the fisherman will benefit?"

"Indeed, otherwise you don't have to wait until Blood Moon Ye takes your courage. Since you know, do you still have to fight with me to the end?" Yang Runtu asked in a sincere manner. He was confident and could turn big things into small things today. He was no longer anxious and calm, and he wrapped his hands around his chest and waited for the following text.

Wen Chengyan bowed to Xing Zhen and others for the fourth time and said, "Please leave this place quickly, friends."

Without waiting for Xing Zhen and Dandelion to ask questions, Yang Runtu was furious and pointed at Wen Chengyan and cursed: "You stinky scholar with a stubborn mind and no wonder you would rather die than surrender back then. You didn't say anything about death in battle, and you had to accompany your family to die. I heard that a daughter was separated from the chaotic army at that time, so you didn't want to look for it, maybe you still live in the world."

The Land Lord saw that Wen Chengyan persuaded Xing Zhen and others to leave. He was just trying to fight to the death with him without any worries.

Wen Chengyan was unconscious: "A real man does something and does not do anything. He does not benefit the land. He first killed Yang Runtu, and then almost caused Yang Rong to shed blood. Such behaviors will be killed."

"You fart a stinky scholar. Yang Runtu came to me for his wholehearted desire for immortality. He told him many times that his life span is approaching. Since a landlord does not believe in destiny, he wants to change his destiny. It is hard tolerate his immortality!" Yang Runtu retorted loudly.

Wen Chengyan scolded: "I dare not decide what kind of destiny is. If you take human life aside, you are guilty. Even if you have a moment of life, you should not change it without authorization, as the Landlord."

Xing Zhen added fuel to the fire: "Not only that, Wen Xing'er, who persecuted the Ginkgo Forest, is the second charge. It would be fine if he didn't benefit one party, but he actually wanted to kill the other party and seize his incense. Another death penalty."

Wen Chengyan's body was shocked and murmured to himself: "Wen Xing'er, Wen Xing'er, it turns out that the magic of Xinglin Mountain twenty years ago was Wen Xing'er."

Yang Runtu grabbed a glimmer of light and said, "After knowing, are you still going to compete with me? The result must be that both sides will suffer, and you and I will not get any benefits. I don't care if I die, but I will die. You are different. There are still many things to do, and I am willing to be poached and broken by someone's courage?"

After a moment of trance, he showed a look of relief and said slowly: "Today you are free from the golden body, it is imperative to eliminate harm."

Then he sighed, "Oh, let it go over what is past. It's just a matter of adding sadness to mention it again!"

Suddenly, Wen Chengyan waved his sleeves, and the spiritual energy storm in the hall wrinkled. Xing Zhen, Dumpling Ling and others, who were unprepared, were instantly blown out of the hall.

Wen Chengyan shouted loudly: "Golden body, come!"

The bronze slab of the golden body that had returned to peace rose from the ground and roared to fall above Wen Chengyan. The soul and the golden body were combined into one, and the abdomen was particularly bright and bright.

It was originally a copper slab gold body, but because of the brilliance of the abdomen, the entire golden body emitted golden light. It was as bright as the sun, shining brightly.

"Scholars are useless, but they can be said to be so-called!" The bronze steak and golden body, which is just like classical Chinese, is more than three feet tall, and moves forward with a roar.

The hall was shaking, as if it was falling apart at any time. The marble floor was also trampled and shattered, and the gravel smoke filled the dust, and the huge movement was moving forward rapidly.

"The sky is so thunder!" After words, the rolling sky thunder roared in the hall. The waterfall-like thunder poured down and moved with the golden body.

This terrifying scene appeared, a giant figure more than three meters tall, dancing with thunder and killing each other, and the colors of gold and silver shone together. When the fist reaches the thunder, the fist comes out, and the fist walks out!

The Landlord, who possessed Yang Runtu, was furious: "Damn it, the elm-head is not open. Why bother to do something cheaper to others?"

"I will be brave enough to make myself lose, and I won't be cheaper for anyone." Wen Yancheng retorted and made the worst plan.

"Damn it, I'll fight!" Seeing that the other party was not in trouble, Yang Runtu was fortunate enough to do so.

Take out a sword box from your arms, open it, and lie quietly inside three flying swords. The largest slap is the length of the palm and the smallest thumb.

The sword box is much larger, and it is more than wrong to accommodate three small swords. Looking at the spare place, it should be able to accommodate more small swords. It’s just that the landlord doesn’t have enough family responsibilities and hasn’t made up enough.

Yang Runtu flicked his finger: "Human favors, accidents, exchanges!"

Three flying swords came out in response to the sound, and the sword energy flowed and attacked first. After three sounds of Dangdang, the copper slab and golden body were sunk in three places.

Immediately afterwards, three flying swords were as fast as lightning, or three streams of lightning were storming out.

The abdomen and chest of the copper thorn gold body immediately appeared bright holes in the front and back, but only his fists tightly clamped the flying sword at the center of his eyebrows, making it hover one inch away from the center of his eyebrows.

"Sword Tomb, if the sword is not complete, it is not a real sword cultivator, but that's it! "Yen Yan Cheng Yiran was not afraid, and threw off the flying sword and fisted.
Chapter completed!