Lingxian Zhenjun

Chapter 219

"kill me?"

As the wind blew through the forest, Chen Yuan held the moon in one hand and put the other behind her back. With a smile on her face, she looked at the thin old man holding an umbrella in the thin and churning mist.

"Your Excellency wants to kill me, there must be a reason."

"Hehe, the old man kills if he wants to. How can there be so many excuses? If I want to give you one, it's okay. You are the one who lured the Tianshi Mansion to the Hezhou Demon Cave, right? How can it be so easy to cut off my path of cultivation? past."

Holding the paper umbrella, the old man walked out of the mist slowly, raising his chin slightly.

"I have been following the head teacher for many years because of that red energy, to improve my cultivation, to see the way of heaven, to cross the sea of ​​misery with my body, and to go on the road of cultivating immortals."

"... Right now, you have cut off hope!"

The words stopped.

There was a buzzing sound from the paper umbrella in the old man's hand, and the wind blew a leaf off the treetop. The moment it fell, the paper umbrella burst into a round of blue magic light.

"go with!"

The paper umbrella flew out from the old man's hand and covered Chen Yuan's head. When the blue light shrouded it, Chen Yuan held the sword behind his back and didn't move. A log fell to the ground.

"The art of stick festival?"

Oops!

Seeing this scene, the old man's face changed slightly. He thought he was attracting the other party, but unexpectedly, it was just a clone of the stick joint. He reached out and grabbed it from the air, and holding a paper umbrella, he picked up the magic formula and floated to the river bank.

almost at the same time.

Dozens of figures surrounded the river bank, each holding a magic weapon, and someone walked past the carriage, sneered and patted, and looked at the fat Taoist dragging an epee by the river.

"I thought it was a follower, but I didn't expect it to be a Taoist priest."

"What are you talking about, since you're here, kill them all, remember to keep that old lunatic, and let Chen Yuan cast a trap."

The one who spoke was a rather young ascetic, holding a long stick in his hand, with a baby-sized skull hanging from the top of the stick.

When he took a step, he glanced at the woodcarvings on the ground, and the yellow-faced and black-faced ones all looked up and couldn't help laughing: "Is it these woodcarvings that can call gods? There is also a female woodcarving!"

As he said that, he bent down and stretched out his hand, and took a beautiful wooden carving from the side of a wooden carving wearing a cloak and raised it up.

"The sculpture is so lifelike, it would be great if it was a real person, and made into a skin figurine, tsk tsk..."

And under his feet, what he didn't notice was that the yellow-faced and black-faced wooden sculptures quickly backed away from the wooden sculpture wearing a cloak and disheveled hair.

At the moment when he said "skin figurines", the other ascetics laughed and surrounded him, Xiang Yu's wooden sculpture's eyes gradually turned bright red, and a layer of black air appeared all over his body.

"You don't even need to do it in your own way, you are already finished."

Sun Zhengde glanced at his feet, the water waves came over at some point, he called out to the group of people on the opposite side, dragged his epee and quickly ran away from the river and in another direction.

"Want to run!"

"Kill that fat man!"

"Go to a few and catch the old lunatic."

Seven people rushed over, three of them rushed to the old man who was still carrying the crab in the river, and the other four chased the fat Taoist with magic weapons. They rushed a few steps, and suddenly there was a loud noise of the river, In front of the ascetic who was wearing a beautiful female wooden carving, a black light shot up into the sky. When the nearby ascetics reacted, they saw a burly man with his chest open and wearing a cloak standing there like an iron tower.

"Yu Ji...give it back to me!"

The big hand grabbed it like lightning, and the ascetic hurriedly blocked it with the wooden stick with the skull hanging in his hand. The tip of the stick broke with a 'snap', Xiang Yu pinched his whole head, and lifted his feet off the ground into the air.

"You dare to touch Yu Ji, don't dirty her!"

In the deep voice, Xiang Yu clenched his hand tightly, and his head was crushed and exploded like a watermelon. At this moment, the surrounding ascetics exploded instantly, and they were about to hit him with magic weapons.

Someone shouted: "Then Chen Yuan is not here, destroy these wood carvings first!"

"Who said I'm not here?"

A louder voice echoed on the river bank, and above the swaying reeds, a figure stepped on the reeds and flew towards them.The crazy old man over there clapped his palms excitedly: "Okay! Okay, okay!"

The next moment, Fei Zong's figure brought out an afterimage, and he gracefully floated down to the ground with his sword behind his back. The wind blew through his hair, and his eyes swept over dozens of ascetics around him, "No matter what the reason is, since you want to If you kill me, then no one will leave. Order the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth, write books and talismans, and be a hero!"

Swipe the magic formula in the sleeve.

"——Xianfa!"

Rays of golden light shot up from the carriage, and many wooden figures on the ground shone with light, and the surrounding ascetics were forced to retreat one after another.

"what happened?!"

"He's calling God-man!"

"Stop him!"

An old man-like ascetic danced a long flag in his hand, and when he stood up to the ground, his body froze suddenly, bloodstains spread across his shoulders and necks, and the moment he spoke, the whole thing became two parts, dragging minced meat and internal organs fell to the ground.

hum!
The green dragon swung across the moon, dragging the heavy wind, and squatted on the ground. Guan Yu, who was wearing a green robe and a golden armor inside, squinted his phoenix eyes and stroked his beard.

Beside him, a thick-bearded black man with big arms and round waist, leopard head and eyes around him stood hanging down with eight snake spears. Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong stretched out, each bursting with divine light.

Behind and on both sides of Chen Yuan, streaks of golden light fell to the ground and transformed into human figures, Zhao Yun in white robe and silver armor, Dian Wei with thick muscles, Ran Min with two-edged spear, scarlet helmet tassel, young general in crotch armor Zu Di who wields four-faced Han swords and dances while hearing chickens, the three Zhang brothers wrapped in yellow scarves, Wolong holding a feather fan, Zhou Yu with a face like a crown of jade, sword fairy Li Bai, sword master Pei Min...

In the carriage, there were many ordinary puppets flying out of thin air and hanging beside Chen Yuan, with their teeth and claws open and their eyes scarlet.One of the puppets brought a stick of incense and handed it to Chen Yuan.

Lu Bu, wearing a golden crown, a brocade robe of Western Shu, and a chain armor with a beast face swallowing his head, looked at the people around him towering like mountains. He was the only one left who was still a wooden carving. He dragged a small wooden halberd and stood beside Chen Yuan. He poked Chen Yuan's calf.

"There's a certain one... Have you forgotten a certain one?"

"Marquis Wen, as soon as you come out, the other wood carvings will disappear."

"One person in a certain family is enough."

Chen Yuan shook her head, rejected Lu Bu's proposal, and looked at the cultivator whose expression changed slightly.

"In terms of the number of people, I have never been afraid of anyone coming!"

The voice was loud and clear, and Mr. Umbrella, who was chasing from afar, fell to the ground and saw all kinds of wood carvings around Chen Yuan from a distance. His mouth was slightly opened, and it was difficult to close it.

next moment.

In the distance, Chen Yuan lit a stick of incense in his hand, flicked his wide sleeve, and slammed it on the ground. He raised a finger: "One stick of incense, kill them all!"

"Don't be afraid of him!"

Around the bullock cart, revenge-seeking ascetics woke up from the roar, and looked at the woodcarved gods rushing over there with different expressions.

The original siege is now reversed.

"Lei Gong help me!"

Soon, a bolt of lightning flashed across the clear sky and struck a monk, scorching black.

The killing began.

(End of this chapter)