The heavens begin from the Daluo Hall

Chapter 25 Catastrophe
Wu Ming's heart was full of murderous intent, but he felt something was wrong when he heard this. The other party deliberately said that the Li family seemed to be framed, but the matter of making pictures, texts and musical symbols was very confidential, and it seemed to be true.

Wang Heng, who was on the side, was thinking quickly. He probably knew the situation of the Wu family. He made a good guess about Wu Ming's desire to join the Laoshan School. He sneered and said, "This Ma Weizhang is a famous ranger in Jinan County. It's another warrior who probably wants to seize your Wenqufu by force and make the Li family take the blame."

"Warrior..." Wu Ming became serious. Although cultivators in the imperial Han world are the mainstream, there are also some marginal systems. Among them, the title of warrior can only be given to those who have tempered the [muscle, skin and bone] to the peak and entered the Tao with martial arts. Talent is qualified.

Possessing the ability of not being afraid of swords, cold and heat, at least he is a centurion in the army, and he has been officially conferred by the country.In terms of conversion, it is equivalent to the first step in the Taoist path.Now Wu Ming was not sure, and secretly complained, "Heifenggang has such a low prefix, I thought it was a scumbag." '

There was a moment of silence in the temple. In fact, he was protected by the mountain god. As long as he did not leave the temple, he would be fine, but his reputation would be ruined, so Wu Ming walked out decisively.

There is no chance for a "dog" in the big man, only to fight!Others will look at you high and sweep away your peers in order to gain the favor of the big sect of cultivating Taoism. Of course, there is another reason because if you can escape the monks, you cannot escape the temple, and the other party will be blocked here.

Just when Wu Ming was about to go out, Wang Heng suddenly stopped him: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you."

Wu Ming looked at him with a frown. Although the two were from the same town, they were not so close. It was too easy for a ranger who was rampant in a large county to deal with this group of guards.

"Do you know? For everyone who wants to join the Laoshan School, once the idea arises in their hearts, and after they actually act, it will cause a lot of disasters under the intertwined luck. It is an entry test for the Laoshan School. I don't know, it seems to be related to a certain treasure in Laoshan."

Wang Heng explained with a smile: "So we unite! Take care of each other. This time I will help you overcome the disaster, and you will help me escape the disaster next time."

Hearing this, Wu Ming suddenly realized, no wonder his enemies came up wave after wave recently, insisting on putting him to death. Although the reason was reasonable, it was too coincidental. faction against.

For Wang Heng's words, Wu Ming believed it, because the Wang family had spent huge sums of money to build a Taoist temple, specializing in condensing talismans, and every ten years a treasure that was even better than Wenqu talismans was born, almost generations of people worshiped Laoshan , is much more prestigious than the Wu family, and it is normal to know a thing or two about Laoshan.

This is the special feature of the Wang family. It is a powerful family, but it is close to the Taoist sect. The government does not look at the monk's face but the Buddha's face. Besides...

"My family has been in the army for generations, and my own strength is not as good as that of Ma Weizhang. You don't have to worry about me." Seeing Wu Ming looking at him, Wang Heng thought that Wu Ming didn't trust his own strength, so he added on purpose.

Wu Ming nodded with a normal face and said: "Well, I will remember the kindness of Brother Boping today, and if there is something to do in the future, Ming will definitely help." But in his heart, he felt that only the Wang family could rank among the top three. Survive the year's blows.

The two walked out of the temple to meet the enemy, and a dozen guards also loyally followed the young master out.

In the dark night, Wu Ming could clearly see the face of the Great Ranger. He was rough and unrestrained, eight feet tall and wearing sharp armor. He was riding a red nine-foot horse with a mane as strong as flames and sharp. The teeth are protruding, and it seems to have the blood of a monster.

"You are the son of the Wu family?!" Ma Weizhang stared suddenly when he saw the person coming, and shouted loudly like thunder. The loud noise made everyone deaf for a while, and their hearts were terrified, and the surrounding branches kept shaking.

raging!

He drove his horse forward, his body overflowed with energy and blood, and the heat wave was rolling in. Wu Ming vaguely saw a layer of crimson flames covering the big man's body, the might of a warrior was extraordinary.

The dozen or so guards around couldn't help but take two or three steps back, only Wu Ming remained motionless.

"Ouch? Who are you kid? Dare to wade into this muddy water?" Ma Weizhang raised his whip and pointed at Wang Heng in surprise.

"I am Wang Heng of Yangqiu County, Ma Weizhang, you are rampant in the village, the common people, today is the time to die." Wang Heng scolded.

"Tch, I haven't heard of it, it's just another unknown person." Unexpectedly, the ranger dismissed it, looked at Wu Ming with a grin and said, "I heard that you have a monk who protects the Dharma. This time, you are near the temple. Can you show off your power?!"

Seeing this, Wang Heng stomped his feet angrily, but Wu Ming showed surprise. He didn't expect the fairy officials behind the scenes to even inform him of this information, and then deliberately chose the mountain temple as the battlefield, which can be described as deliberate.

The ascetics in this world cultivate immortality with their spirits and souls, attracting the spirit energy from the outside world to cast spells. The form is the same as that of wandering warlocks. There is a great force near the mountain temple to suppress spirituality, so it is extremely unfavorable for ascetics.

It's a pity that Wu Ming is different. He created "Xiaoyuan" by himself, and he can create something out of nothing. With the blood of the great witch, the temple is naturally his home field. When necessary, he can use the power of the mountain god by means of sacrifice.

This is the dominance of the "witch", imprisoning ghosts and gods, and those who dare to be timid will be severely punished.

Wang Heng on the side couldn't help but make a move. He knew that if Ma Weizhang drove the horse first, and the horses and men joined forces to block and kill people, gods would block and kill gods.

"Drink!" Wang Shaojun drew his sword and rushed forward, his body was also full of vitality. The long sword in his hand stabbed at the brown-red horse at a strange angle, and he could see the monkey stealing the peach. It was simple and deadly, a typical military technique.

"Haha, small tricks." Ma Weizhang snorted coldly, a smear of blackness dyed the palm of his hand amidst the surge of energy and blood, and there was a hard taste. Clank.

He gripped the long sword tightly, and lifted it up suddenly. The four hooves of the fierce horse under him were tense, and he stepped on a deep cave. It can be seen that he was born with supernatural power. Wang Heng even didn't check his body for a while, and flipped to the ground flexibly in mid-air, staggering back a few steps.

Retreating from the approaching enemy, Ma Weizhang dismounted decisively. Yes, he wanted to fight on foot. The mountainous terrain is not suitable for horses. This thousand-mile horse is precious, and he would feel sorry for it if it was damaged.

The next moment, Wu Ming next to him seemed to be frightened, and his body trembled. He saw the scene of the two fighting, and finally understood why warriors and Taoist soldiers were degraded by society as inferior people.

Ma Weizhang was "the first to win", bowed his body, twisted his arms and clawed wildly, his body twitched at high frequency, and he was like a goat, jumping up and down, rushing from left to right, barking in his mouth... No, it was a roar of a tiger, It is momentarily overwhelming and overwhelming.

Kicking the crotch, poking the eye, thrusting the throat, and digging the heart are fatal moves. It is also a rascal, but it is just dubbed "Black Tiger Down the Mountain" and "Black Tiger Pulls the Heart". Lime powder was sprinkled on the prince.

However, Wang Heng was not much better. He rolled and dodged all over the ground, like a nimble ape, and used the same insidious moves. The red powder also sprinkled on Ma Weizhang's eyes. The pungent smell seemed to be chili powder. Shaojun turned into a local hooligan.

"Good guy, Unrestricted Fighting—Mad Dog Fist?" Wu Ming couldn't say it in his heart, but he also knew that the authentic martial arts were like this, and they did everything just to kill people. The scene of the two fighting seemed funny, but it was actually deadly. The sound of collision sounded, shaking the air.

He understands the truth, but being handsome is for a lifetime.

Fortunately, Wu Ming has this capital, he is handsome and strong in cultivating Taoism, the young man arouses his spirituality, and a cluster of flames bursts out. He pointed at the two people fighting together without hesitation, and shouted: "Move quickly."

Wang Heng seemed to have expected it a long time ago, and took out a silver-white talisman from his arms. Layers of frost spread on the ground. Ma Weizhang, who had heard the reminder and turned around to run, staggered suddenly. He looked down and saw that his entire leg had been frozen Frozen, hard to break free.

boom!
There was a loud bang, the red glow flickered, the flames soared into the sky, and billows of dust mixed with thick smoke rose.

"Roar!" The tiger roared suddenly, and a sturdy man walked out of the gray mist and dust, his whole body was burning with energy and blood. Behind the phantom of the black tiger, his armor was only slightly scorched. Broken places collapsed everywhere, and an unstoppable domineering rise.

Wu Ming was indifferent, stepping on the sacrificial dance steps, the mountain temple was shaking, a layer of condensed aura emerged, and the surrounding spirits were taking and taking away. What surprised him was that the gods in this temple not only did not resist, but were very Cooperating with him in casting spells, he vaguely saw a golden general smiling kindly.

But he didn't care, he condensed three clusters of crimson flames around him in one breath, and then turned into fire dragons with claws and claws, soaring out, and after connecting, it was like a sea of ​​flames covering more than ten feet.

raging!

The grass on the hillside was withered and yellow, and the rocks were burned red under the layer after layer of heat waves. The high temperature distorted the air, but Ma Weizhang rushed out of the sea of ​​fire like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, but he looked a little embarrassed, wearing armor and melting. Half the time, the arm was dark red and bloody, and blistered, with high degree burns.

"Damn, who gave the information? Wu Jiazi himself is a cultivator, or he has such power near the God's Domain. If he is outside, wouldn't he stand shoulder to shoulder with the immortal officials?"

Ma Weizhang was swearing, with a smile on his burnt face, he charged all the way and finally got close to Wu Ming. Based on his experience, the frail body of a monk couldn't withstand a single blow, so I had the advantage!

Wu Ming's color changed, and he was forced to retreat again and again by his fierce tiger's momentum. When he was touched by his spirituality, he seemed to see a black tiger with evil spirits ready to go.

(End of this chapter)