In what age are you still traveling through the main god space.?

Chapter 348 Remember this style of painting

Zhou Zhang stayed in this small town near Chengdu and also encountered trouble.

This town is not far from Chengdu. There are countless merchants coming and going. It has its own inn, but when they saw Zhou Changliu, they all refused.

They saw that Zhou Changliu had a face like a crown jade, an elegant temperament, a calm face, and gorgeous clothes. He was like a fairy, and they felt that he was not the same kind of person as them.

Anyone who can dress like this is either a son of a prince, or he is really capable. Either way, it means trouble!

There were many women standing on the second-floor windows, secretly glancing at Zhou Changliu.

So when Wang Jinjue was here, Zhang Zichen and Bai Haocang came to the town one after another. I saw Zhou Changliu lying on a rocking chair under a big tree outside the town, basking in the sun to the sound of the rocking chair "squeaking".

As soon as a few people met and chatted briefly, they understood that they were near Ciyun Temple in Chengdu, and it was just the beginning of the Legend of Shushan Swordsman.

Ciyun Temple is a large temple outside Rongcheng. On the surface, it seems that the abbot of the temple, Monk Zhitong, has strict precepts and the monks abide by the rules. In fact, Abbot Zhitong was a third-generation disciple of Wutai Sect and a disciple of Master Tuotuo, a disciple of Patriarch Hunyuan.

On weekdays, they committed rape, robbery, and other crimes. It's just that he never did business around Chengdu, plundered the population in and out late at night, and worked hard to manage the temple, so he gained the trust of local officials, people, gentry and merchants.

"So, I think Ciyun Temple is just destined for us!" Bai Haocang said: "When I came, I had already set up formations around Ciyun Temple. When we arrive, we can kill all these thieving monks! It’s good to have a place to stay!”

"Okay!" Zhang Zichen also agreed. He has experienced several worlds, and has done things that make evil suffer with an iron fist. When he encounters a place like this, he will naturally not let it go.

As for disturbing the secret of cause and effect, they have come and naturally they don’t care at all!

Wang Jinjue had no objection, and everyone looked at Zhou Changliu who was sitting on the rocking chair.

"Let's go." Zhou Changliu said nonchalantly. There is no place to stay in the town, the only way is to go to this "destined" temple.

Several people were about to set off towards Ciyun Temple when they saw Zhou Changliu casually take out a capsule from his backpack, squeeze it lightly and throw it on the ground. With a "bang", it turned into an aircraft-like aircraft.

"Come up!" Zhou Changliu jumped into the cockpit.

"..."

I always feel that the painting style of this Shushan Xianxia world is going to be crooked again.

After boarding the aircraft, we traveled dozens of miles at several Mach speeds, but we could see it in the blink of an eye. The aircraft passed directly over the temple gate and fell directly into the backyard.

Zhitong, the abbot of Ciyun Temple, was a monk after all. Hearing the movement of the aircraft, he quickly led his four great kings and some big thieves who had defected from other places to see what was going on.

He was a wise man. He saw that the aircraft had beautiful lines, a bird-like shape, and a slight glow. Could it be some fairy magic weapon?

"Where did this fellow Taoist come from? Wutai Sect Zhitong is polite." Zhitong said in a loud voice.

The hatch on the aircraft opened, and Zhang Zichen jumped out first. He was covered in golden light, and when he raised his hands, there were two golden dragons!

Then Bai Haocang shouted: "Formation! Get up!"

Along with Bai Haocang's voice, a trace of fog suddenly appeared in the entire Ciyun Temple. In the blink of an eye, the temple was filled with heavy fog, making it impossible to see even one's fingers.

In the mist, there were screams! Zhang Zichen's golden dragon was wreaking havoc, killing this ragtag group of people. Zhitong was also a disciple of the Wutai Sect after all, and he quickly released three rays of light, which were the flying swords he practiced. "Dang dang dang" entangled the golden dragon. He still didn't know where the demon came from. He only felt that there was a vast expanse of white in front of him, and he couldn't distinguish between east, west, north and south.

Hearing the screams of his disciples, he couldn't help but feel furious and shouted: "Where did you come from, traitors!"

Wang Jinjue didn't pay attention to him. He just looked at the same white area and couldn't help but said to Bai Haocang: "Your formation is indeed useful, but why is it also useful for our own people!"

"Wait a minute, let me adjust. This maze is too strong!" Bai Haocang twisted the compass a few times and muttered something. Slowly, Wang Jinjue saw that the fog in front of him became transparent.

He saw that among the people at the scene, only Zhitong had three rays of light to protect him, and could block the golden dragon released by Zhang Zichen. Zhitong's disciples, the Four Great Vajras, were almost burned. The other fierce monks who came after smelling the movement were spinning in the mist, unable to touch the east, west, north, and south.

There are also demon horns such as the Centipede, Duobao, the Real-life Golden Light Cauldron, the One-horned Python and Maxiong, the Water-Dividing Rhinoceros and the Land Tiger, and the Sea-Naking Silver Dragon, Baixu. They are also afraid of using their hands and feet in the mist, for fear of hurting themselves. The man was injured by the enemy again.

This formation is surprisingly easy to use, and it will be useful to your own people! He looked at the mist that was slowly becoming transparent and seemed to be getting thicker again. He quickly jumped out of the flight cabin and saw a ray of light coming from the sky in mid-air.

"The innate general protects the road with his heart and trains Wang Tianjun to manifest his power! Wang Lingguan, come and help me quickly!"

The divine light on Wang Jinjue's body was surging, and behind him formed a phantom of a god with a red face and beard, wearing golden armor and red robes, with three glaring eyes, standing on a hot wheel, holding a golden seal on the left and a golden whip on the right.

"Death to the monster!" Wang Jinjue's voice at this time also changed into a mighty and brave middle-aged male voice. With a move of his hand, he raised the golden whip and hit a person on the head.

That man is just a green forest thief who knows a few harmful spells. How can he withstand the power of the gods coming from the mist?

At this moment, the brain is bursting, and the dead can no longer die!

When Zhang Zichen saw Wang Jinjue, he was like whack-a-mole, knocking people on the head crazily, and saw the golden dragon transformed by his golden light spell fighting with Zhitong.

Na Zhitong's swordsmanship was passed down from Master Tuotuo, and he could barely be regarded as a direct descendant of the Wutai Sect. He was quite methodical and could barely block two golden dragons. He was infinitely better than Mao Tai.

"Golden Light Transformation!" Three more golden fire dragons flew up from Zhang Zichen's body and entangled him in Zhitong's despair.

Zhitong didn't want to wait to die, so he quickly let out the divine thunder, "boom boom" a few times, the sound was a little loud, but the power was average.

Five dragons and golden dragons surrounded him, and Zhitong screamed, and was entangled by the golden dragons and burned to ashes, following in the footsteps of Mao Tai.

"Oops! I didn't expect you, Zichen, like to eat barbecue!" Wang Jinjue finished beating the gopher and withdrew the magic blow. Seeing the way Zhitong died, he couldn't help but said.

I have to say, this maze is really easy to use. Under the formation, he can see others, but others cannot see him, and he can hit them accurately!

"..." Zhang Zichen was too lazy to pay attention to Wang Jinjue. Five golden dragons plowed through the Ciyun Temple from top to bottom in the mist, not sparing every demonic monk!

"Haocang, it's done! The formation can be put away!" Zhang Zichen said to Bai Haocang who was playing with the compass.

"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!"

　Gua! Remember the style of this chapter, because it won't be anymore.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)