Chapter 269: Fleeting

Seeing that the cruel third prince turned into such a cerebral palsy, Xu Xian didn't know whether he should be happy or not, but at least from today on, Hu Xinyue could no longer take advantage of Chang Xi's identity.

The people around him parted ways and watched Xu Xian lead Hu Xinyue away. Their original contempt turned into awe. The old-fashioned image suddenly grew taller and bigger. With such an identity, he could actually compete with the third prince.

What kind of charm is it to rob a woman and succeed in the end?

What Hu Xinyue received was another look, accompanied by many whispers and pointing fingers:

"The brothel girls are really watery!"

"Tsk, tsk, I didn't expect that she would like such a man!"

"Did she get kicked in the head by a donkey?"

Comments like this made her want to find a way to escape, fly away in the sky, or use a burst of Tushita fire to kill everyone here.

But Xu Xian, who was holding her hand tightly, obviously wouldn't give him such a chance. He didn't turn into light until he disappeared from everyone's eyes. When he returned to Baiyun Temple, he saw Xu Xian sitting on a futon, smiling at her.

Looking forward.

Hu Xinyue was surprised, "Is it the art of clones?" In fact, in the Buddhism that Xu Xian knew, there is indeed the art of clones. Although it is not as exaggerated as "incarnations of billions", it is still a good spell, but it is not applicable.

In terms of fighting, because each clone is separated from the main body, separation will not make you stronger, but will make you weaker.

Moreover, Xu Xian still has several powerful spells in his hand that he needs to practice, and he has no energy to delve into others. In addition, with the water soul technique, it is equivalent to having many clones, and the power of the dragon body is much stronger than any clone.

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When the dragon body was thrown into Xu Xian's merit card, Hu Xinyue couldn't help but be even more surprised: Could it be that the one just now was not a clone, but a puppet?

Xu Xian did not explain, but looked at Hu Xinyue, who was wearing a bright red wedding dress, "It seems that your wedding was not a success!"

"Are you satisfied now?"

Xu Xian smiled and said: "I believe this unique love will spread throughout the capital today." He was very satisfied with the play he directed, "Now you can hand Chang Xi's body back to her!"

Chang Xi disappeared from everyone's sight. Later, many people searched for the so-called Gao Laozhuang in the suburbs of Beijing, but found that there was no such place, and no one knew where Chang Xi's hometown was. From where.

Wherever they came and went, the whereabouts of a generation of famous prostitutes finally became a mystery, causing countless reveries from future generations.

Hu Xinyue said with a cold face: "It has nothing to do with you!" She felt that this was the most embarrassing time for many times in the lower realm, and she hated Xu Xian to death in her heart.

Xu Xian shook his head and said, "I really don't know how to appreciate it!"

After a moment of silence, Hu Xinyue suddenly asked: "What's going on with Zeng Aniu?"

Xu Xian glanced at her contemptuously, feeling a sense of intellectual superiority. Of course the ancients...the ancient monsters had never heard of Zeng Aniu's great achievements in the battle against Guangmingding.

Hu Xinyue was severely stimulated, "It would be unworthy of a gentleman not to take revenge. Xu Xian, just wait for me!"

"Okay, okay." Xu Xian mumbled, then suddenly his expression changed, "Someone is here again!"

Hu Xinyue had stood up and walked towards the door.

Xu Xian did not stop him, but expressed his condolences to those guys who were used as punching bags.

Lu Jingxiu and his party of four climbed up the mountain staring at the scorching sun.

Tu Zhi'an was as light as a swallow and jumped freely in the mountains. Lu Jingxiu used two magic walking talismans, but he walked easily.

But the monks suffered a lot. They were all elderly people, and their physical strength was not much stronger than that of ordinary people. Beads of sweat rolled down, soaking the monks' clothes and robes. Although the magic was magical, it was not popular for people like them.

Practitioners are not as good as a martial arts master in terms of survival ability or combat effectiveness. At most, they only have some professional advantages in exorcising ghosts and evil spirits! Once their lifespan is exhausted, they will become ashes.

The Taoist priest complained: "Donor Lu, the alchemy furnace can't escape on the mountain, so why go up the mountain at this time?"

Lu Jingxiu explained: "Master, you are also a practitioner, why don't you understand this truth? The power of evil magic is the weakest at noon, so I chose this time." The pure Yang power of sunlight can restrain everything.

Yin Xie, Lu Jingxiu was born in the Maoshan sect, so he naturally understands this truth.

The monk said: "Who said that the disciples of the evil way are evil spirits?"

Tu Zhi'an said impatiently: "Where's all this nonsense? It doesn't matter when he is a demon or not, just go up and kill him with one sword!"

The monk and the Taoist priest looked at each other, sighed bitterly, and had to continue walking. It is not easy to earn a thousand taels of gold.

After a long time, Lu Jingxiu suddenly stopped walking and said, "This mountain doesn't look big. How come you haven't seen the peak yet?"

The monk lay on the stone, "And it seems to be getting more and more dangerous as we drive!"

Xishan is not big in the first place, let alone steep, but the four of them have walked so far, and there is no sign of Baiyun Temple at all, and the mountain road is getting steeper and steeper. Even Lu Jingxiu is a little tired.

Lu Jingxiu's expression changed, "No, the position of the sun has not changed. We have fallen into an illusion."

The monks and Taoist priests looked at each other. In their work to slay demons in the world, they had seen many ghosts that transformed into human forms, or wild foxes that transformed barren graves into mansions. However, they could only deceive mortals, but they could not hide it from them.

eyes. This kind of illusion that can bring them silently into the illusion is simply unheard of.

"Quick, think of a way!"

So, they chanted mantras and cast spells, but the result was completely useless.

There was no room for them to think about it any more, because the mountain peak had become steeper and steeper, until it was straight. They could no longer stand and could only climb on the rock wall.

However, the mountain did not listen to the changes in the terrain, and actually tilted over little by little, as if it was about to press on several people.

They grabbed the stone and hung it in the air. Lu Jingxiu and Tu Zhi'an were fine, but the monks and Taoists were so tired that their faces were red and they were sweating like rain.

"This poor monk is dying...Ah!" the monk said as he broke through the layers of clouds and fell into the abyss.

"Even a poor Taoist can't do it...ah!" The Taoist priest also followed and left.

Tu Zhi'an was furious and waved the sword in his hand, "Yao Dao, where are you? Come out!" But the only reply was an echo.

However, the rock wall continued to pour down, and it became like a ceiling that stretched across the sky. There was no place to put any effort, and it looked like the two of them were about to fall.

Tu Zhi'an said: "I just regret that I haven't mastered the art of sword control and can't fly!"

Lu Jingxiu said disdainfully: "Even if you have mastered sword-driving, as long as you can't break the illusion, others will have thousands of ways to deal with you, so what's the use!"

Tu Zhi'an was filled with anger. After hearing this, he immediately struck with his sword. Lu Jingxiu had nowhere to hide, so he had to let go, but he also counterattacked with a fire talisman.

So the two of them came together

"ah……!"

At this time, two white cranes flew over, picked them up on their backs, spread their wings and rose into the sky.

Lu Jingxiu and Tu Zhi'an were still in shock. They looked down carefully and saw that the hill was still the same hill. There was a Taoist temple on the top of the mountain. It was the Baiyun Temple they were going to. Unknowingly, they had left the illusion!

The white crane carried them to the mountain gate, and then turned into two paper cranes and returned them to Xu Xian's hand.

"Make the fake come true...you are Xu Xian!" Lu Jingxiu was surprised at first. He turned the paper into a lifelike animal. Only people with a very high level of this way can do it. When he saw Xu Xian's face clearly, he was even more surprised!

"Thank you!" Tu Zhi'an knelt on the ground and gasped, obviously frightened.

Xu Xiandao: "You are Lu Jingxiu from Maoshan! Are you a disciple of Shushan? Why are you here?"

Hu Xinyue set up an illusion to play with them. Xu Xian accidentally took a look and found that one of them recognized him, and the sword technique used by the other person was even more familiar. It was clearly the sword technique in "Ape Man's Fencing Picture".

Lu Jingxiu was once defeated by Xu Xian, and he practiced harder and harder, hoping that one day he would be able to compete again. Today, he was saved by him again, and he said with shame and annoyance: "Why are you here?"

Xu Xian said honestly: "I'm refining elixirs here!" As soon as he finished speaking, a sword light appeared in front of him.

Tu Zhi'an was furious, "So you are the disciple of the evil way. You were the one who played tricks on us just now! Look at the sword!" But then the anger on his face turned into shock.

Xu Xian raised his hand and pinched the tip of the sword with two fingers. No matter how Tu Zhi'an used the sword formula to activate the magic power, it did not move at all.

Lu Jingxiu also took action, but his speed was too slow. Before he could raise his hand, he was thrown to the ground by two white cranes. Their long beaks were pressed against their throats, and they did not dare to move.

Xu Xiandao: "What happened to you? Did you take the wrong medicine?"

"We are here to uphold justice for heaven and slay demons!" Tu Zhi'an roared and jumped forward, but before he could react, he fell to the ground.

Xu Xian shook his head and said: "To kill demons with just this little trick, you are really overestimating your capabilities! Killing without distinguishing between right and wrong, good and evil, can't even talk about doing justice for heaven!"

Tu Zhi'an gritted his teeth and pretended to be strong, "Yao Dao, it's useless for you to kill me, my sect will avenge me." He opened his palm, and a piece of jade was crushed into pieces, "This jade is called male and female jade.

, if this piece is broken, the other piece will also be broken.”

Xu Xian had already guessed that they must have been deceived by someone to come, but he was too lazy to explain. He only said: "Really, your head Yan will come! I'm bored here, so it's time for me to come here."

He came to drink with me, and by the way, he took you back to discipline you. If my magic power was weak, I would be an unjust ghost! Now, go back to me!"

Grab the two of them and throw them hard.

"Ah...!" The two screamed and flew out. The strong wind hit their faces, making them dizzy. They expected to die!

However, when they opened their eyes, they found themselves on a strange street, with monks and Taoist priests not far away, and they returned to the illusion.

Mount Emei, in the Shushan School, the jade suddenly shattered.

"No, it's Zhi'an asking for help."

The alarm bell is ringing, summoning the disciples.

In the main hall, E Niang said: "Zhi'an has been robbed. Who among the disciples in the sect is willing to go to the rescue?"
Chapter completed!