Lingxian Zhenjun

"Come on, just a moment!"

Looking at the old man stretching out his head and beating him, the god of death was a little dazed. He had never seen such a request.But right now, there is no time to delay. With a wave of his hand, the thick black air hit the old man in front of him like a hammer, and the opponent flew out like a cannonball. Zhang stopped.

Death cracked the corner of his mouth, black air filled the air, and he couldn't help but feel ridiculous for his own thoughts just now.

"Thought something would change, it turned out to be a stupid old guy."

His eyes retracted, and then he fell to Chen Yuan, who was motionless in front of him. He was also good at summoning the bones of the dead, and he could tell at a glance that this young oriental man used himself as the center of the magic circle to maintain the existence of all gods and men.

Once they are attacked and the maintenance of the magic circle is interrupted, then these vicious oriental gods will be cut off and disappear.

"No wonder you gather these people around you. It turns out that it is to take care of your safety when casting spells."

Probably seeing the other party's essence, Death smiled even more, took out the triangular lantern with green flames, and shook it towards Chen Yuan.

"Young Orientals, you shouldn't have come here. Your soul will soon leave your young body and return to the embrace of darkness and death. That is your destination."

The words read softly carried divine power, and reached Chen Yuan's ears, it was a whispering voice, unable to tell whether it was male or female, old or young, it buzzed in the ear, and the focused gaze was on the This moment became a little blurry, and the consciousness gradually wavered, and the hands holding the Jue were slowly hanging down.

It was the scream of "Ah!" resounding from the side, which immediately pulled Chen Yuan back from the trance state, shook her head violently, and became conscious again.

In the snow field over there, the crazy old man was sitting on the ground, his messy hair was stained with blood, and he looked at the god in black robe with a ferocious face, shaking his head in a fierce roar.

Death was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the sound of ecstasy to be broken by an old man in this way, and after receiving a magic spell from him, he only bleed a little.

'Sure enough, it's not easy! '

He thought, turned around, faced the crazy old man over there, and lowered his voice: "What do you want to do? Let the horse come here, and I will give you the glory of death."

Seeing the serious look of the man in black robe, the crazy old man was also taken aback, retracted his grasp, got up from the ground, his grim expression restrained, "I'm just scaring you, wait a moment."

As he said that, in front of Chen Yuan over there, the crazy old man suddenly raised his hand and slapped him on the head.

"Change!"

The crazy old man made a ferocious look again, but then he retracted and frowned: "Why hasn't it changed!"

"enough!"

Death was stunned by his operation, Ganqing is really an idiot, he simply ignored him, and walked towards Chen Yuan, but the crazy old man was extremely fast, rushed a few steps in front of him, and slammed into his face again. Several slaps.

"Change!"

"Change again!"

"Finally change!"

Death was completely enraged by the old man who looked like a fly, and a scythe appeared in his right hand. Black flames shot up from the blade, and he swung it away directly.

"Master, go away!"

Chen Yuan turned her head, stomped on one foot, and the scabbard hanging from her waist fell to the ground, "Go!"

The cold light of the scabbard came out of the sheath, and there was a sound of 'clang', and it flew straight in front of the old man. As a slightly stronger magic weapon, he forcibly endured this divine power, and still couldn't stop sticking to the crazy old man.

The old man who was still snapping his fingers in doubt, his head was suddenly deflected by the attached sword, his hair flew flying, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.

"wasting my time."

Looking at the finally quiet old Dongfang, Death carried a sickle, waved a lantern and stepped over the body on the ground, as well as the dim oriental long sword.

"It's your turn."

The sickle was raised in the hands of death, and suddenly, his ankles tightened suddenly, his eyes lowered, and he saw the old man lying on the ground behind him in the snow, stretching out a hand to grab him.

There was an indifferent voice.

"After hitting the old man, you still want to hit the old man's disciple?"

The hand clasping Death's ankle suddenly grabbed and pulled, and the former body flew into the air uncontrollably, and then floated and slowly descended. The old man on the ground also stood upright, and the snowflakes stained on his body turned into The heat is steaming.

"Good apprentice, you should maintain the Judgment well, and this Western god will be handed over to your teacher!"

In Chen Yuan's eyes, there was a hint of a smile on the old man's indifferent expression, his hands were pulled back from his temples, and the scattered hair was combed neatly one by one. While speaking, he turned around and looked at the descending In death, the tattered robes on his body also instantly turned into a high-necked robe with a purple background and a gold border embellished with auspicious clouds in the sky.

"God of the West, I haven't asked for advice yet, hehe, please!"

Yin Xuanling stretched out his hand, and Death seemed to be unable to understand the meaning of this gesture, and did not move.The old man hung his hands behind his back and shook his head.

"Western barbarians don't know etiquette. Anyway, the old man will do it first."

The footsteps adorned with golden clouds lifted up and walked, the snow on the ground suddenly melted with a 'chi', and electric snakes swam towards the ground. Yin Xuanling is the sixth generation patriarch of the Tianshi Mansion. He also practiced Taoism of various sects in various celestial masters' mansions. With his cultivation base, he no longer needs to be drawn by juxtapositions.

Raising one hand and two fingers together, the heat wave is lifted, the air condenses into a ball of fire, and instantly spreads its wings, turning into a fire bird, flapping its fire wings and making a high-pitched cry, rushing towards it.

The sickle in Death's hand hooked the firebird violently with black fire, his arm was stressed, and his body tilted backward uncontrollably. He frowned and pulled the firebird horizontally, and hooked the firebird in half.

"You have it!"

Death threw off the lantern, the lampshade opened, and a few wisps of ghostly fire flew out, turning into a red-eyed crow, making an ominous cry. There was also movement under his robe, and a black dog with three heads rushed out, opening three bloody mouths. He swallowed black flames and bit the old man over there, and Yin Xuanling pinched his nose and nose with one hand and lifted it up violently, dragging his wide sleeve with the other hand and slapping the crows into pieces with countless electric sparks. Black smoke dissipated into the air.

"Weird dog!"

The old man let out a cold snort, kicked the black dog out, and hit a big tree in the nearby snow. With a 'whimper', he spit out a large amount of black smoke and fell to the ground.

And the death over there was also floating and flying over the snow at this time, waving the black fire sickle in his hand like lightning to attack, Yin Xuanling held one hand, with his toes hanging on the ground, also fluttering backwards, holding the sword in the other hand. After colliding with the sickle, one person and one mind sank into the forest behind, and a series of terrifying momentum came.

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at the same time.

The fat Taoist came out of the snowdrift with difficulty, and saw a Western Goddess whose head was planted in the snow, hugging her legs and pulling her out like a carrot.

"Good girl, learn how to fight like others..."

Before he finished speaking, Isdra, who was pulled out, suddenly opened her eyes, and her hand was like lightning, grabbing Sun Zhengde's neck. Before long, his fat face turned red, and his voice was hoarse and squeezed out between his teeth.

"Girl, I... I'm kind enough to save... You come out... I don't want to... fight with you..."

Chen Yuan over there heard the commotion, turned his eyes away, gritted his teeth and cursed, "I want you to be kind!" After saying that, he began to recite the formula in his mouth, and tapped his left foot to the snow.

A ray of Dharma light was pulled out from the Wugu pillar and flew towards the fat Taoist.

Isdra's blue eyes looked at this fat oriental man with amused expression, and she was shaking her head to tell him to stop talking and prepare to die.

Available in the next second.

A gloomy aura filled the air from behind, and in the sunlight facing her back, a shadow on the ground gradually rose and swelled, covering both her and the figure of the oriental wizard in her hand.

The woman turned her head hastily, and her pupils retracted immediately.

A minotaur wearing iron armor and holding a steel fork, breathing white thick air, was looking at her sullenly.

"Finally it's my old cow's turn!"

Under the bull's head nose ring, he opened and closed his mouth slightly, and said in an excited tone.