I Don’t Want To Catch Monsters

2021-09-15

Chapter 121, sect protecting treasure

Although Zhenjun Zixiao is physically restrained, the cultivation Primordial Spirit has a hundred years and a solid soul Incomparably, Wu Jun went down several needles in a row, but he couldn’t separate his soul, and he couldn’t help sweating on his forehead.

Zhenjun Zixiao felt the pain in the depth of one’s soul, he had a splitting headache, and the sweat beaded as big as beans kept pouring out, and he said with a face white like paper: “You and I… lacking hatred. and enmity, didn’t you just think about Yinshan Gorge… Stop it quickly, I can cast a poison spell, I will definitely let you go, and I will never trouble you afterward…”

Wu Jun feels With the curse power from the needle, he resisted the physical discomfort, took out the Tianjue needle from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and said, “You said to let me go, but you cursed me at the same time, do you think I’m a fool? “

Zhenjun Zixiao said with a distorted expression: “You see it, how about we stop together, otherwise I will have to perish with you.”

Wu Jun brows tightly frowns found the weak spot of the cultivation technique on him, and said: “Then I count to three thousand, let’s stop together.” Are you kidding me, count to 3,000, I’m already dead from the pain!”

Wu Jun pierced the Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, and Zhenjun Zixiao immediately a mouthful of blood spurted.

The blood did not fall to the ground, but instead converged into a red thread, and the snake generally wrapped around Wu Jun’s neck, forming a circle of red marks.

Wu Jun immediately felt that it was getting harder to breathe, and another needle was stuck in his Divine Court hole.

At this time, Zhenjun Zixiao’s body trembled violently, blood flowed from the corner of his eyes, dripping onto the front of his chest.

The magic power on Zhenjun Zixiao immediately became weak, and he said, “You have been hit by my blood curse, and you will die within three hours. Let me go now, and I can help you remove the curse. “

Wu Jun said, “You don’t have to worry about it, because I can really lift the curse.” The relic on his hand lit up, and a burst of Buddha’s radiance flashed, and the blood on his neck was blown away. The curse instantly melted away.

Zhenjun Zixiao’s face darkened and he said, “What a powerful method, it seems that you really worked hard to kill me!”

Wu Jun’s complexion Seriously, with murderous intention in his eyes, he said, “As a doctor, I should have saved people’s lives. But you have done a lot of evil, and you are cruel enough to use living people to practice exercises. If you leave it alone, you will only kill more people. Today I have no choice but to disobey my ancestor’s teachings!” As he said that, he stabbed another needle into his Shangxing point.

The three heavenly needles were connected in a line, and in an instant, Primordial Spirit Power leaked out, surging along the three golden needles.

Wu Jun was hit by the strong air wave and took two steps backwards, and said with a slight sigh of relief: “It’s done!”

The eyes of Zhenjun Zixiao gradually lost their luster, and his voice changed. It was as delicate as a gossamer: “If I die, you can’t run away. As soon as my Primordial Spirit is destroyed, hundreds of Disciples in the door will immediately feel the sensation, and they will definitely avenge me… I am with you at Yellow Springs Road High Level… …”

Wu Jun wiped his sweat and said, “Yue’er, give him a sword!”

“Okay!”

Qin Yue’ Er nodded, the purple Divine Sword suddenly unsheathed in his hand, and the purple sword qi instantly pierced his chest, destroying the last trace of his vitality.

Zixiao daoist the soul flew away and scattered, raised his head moved towards and fell over behind him.

Wu Jun spat out one mouthful of impure air and said, “This Yin Mountain Sect’s cultivation technique is too evil, and the soul is so strong that it is almost comparable to that of Fayan Temple. Zhiyuan Master.”

Qin Yue’er felt dozens of gloomy auras coming towards this side, complexion sank, and said: “The people from Yin Mountain Sect are here, I will take you out. !”

Wu Jun said: “No, there is a lot of sternness in the mountains, I just gathered to give them a pot.”

Qin Yue’er brows slightly wrinkle said : “What is the qi of the earth?”

“The opportunity of Heaven and Earth lies in the rise and fall of yin and yang, the sky is Yang Qi, the earth is Yin Qi, one rises and one falls, Tai Chi creates each other. Qi is formed by Yin Qi infected with poisonous miasma, which can induce many diseases such as plague.”

“The people of the Yin Mountain Sect have lived in the mountains for a long time, and they are already contaminated with a lot of fierce Qi. The condensed qi of the earth can induce the imbalance of yin and yang in their bodies, and they will die suddenly!”

Wu Jun said, took off the relic on the glove, and replaced it with the newly obtained that dragon pearl .

As the Zongqi poured into the Dragon Ball, a whirlwind mixed with hailstones was stimulated, pulling all the surrounding earthly energy over.

At the same time, Yin Mountain Sect’s disciples came one after another and stopped one after another looking at the whirlwind in front of them.

Seeing that Sect Master Zixiao Zhenjun fell in a pool of blood, Juechenzi stood stiffly, and everyone dared not act rashly, guarding Wu Jun and the two as if they were facing a great enemy.

Wu Jun glanced at the people in front of him, put on a profound mystery, and said, “Is it just a few of you? I’ll give you another quarter of an hour, and call more people, lest you You said I was bullied the weak!”

A hunchbacked Taoist glanced at Wu Jun and said with a gloomy face: “Who are you, how dare you sign up for your name?”

Wu With a disdainful smile on Jun’s face, he hummed: “Five hundred years ago, your Ancestor Master narrowly escaped from my hands. Didn’t he mention this shameful thing to you?”

The hunchbacked Taoist sucked in a breath of cold air, and said dumbfounded: “You, you are… No, our Ancestor Master passed away 600 years ago, how could you have seen him 500 years ago!”

Halfway through speaking, the hunchback Daoist reacted suddenly, frowned immediately, and roared at Wu Jun furiously: “This kid is stalling for time, let’s go together!”

The voice fell, and in an instant The wind was blowing everywhere, and countless ghosts and ghosts emerged from his hunchback and flew towards Wu Jun with a roar.

Wu Jun saw his lies being exposed, he clenched his hand tightly, and his body instantly glowed brightly. In a burst of dazzling Buddha’s radiance, the ghosts who approached evaporated black smoke. After Wu Jun escaped, hovering in the great hall, dare not approach.

At the same time, Qin Yue’er swept out a sword, and a purple sword qi slashed towards the enemy in front of him.

Yin Mountain Sect Everyone dodged and showed their own means, moved towards Qin Yue’er and Wu Jun to attack.

Qin Yue’er stood in front of Wu Jun, swept away the attacking spell and magic weapon, then raised the sword body, held the sword in both hands, and shouted: “Asura Sword Prison! ”

In the next moment, countless sword qi shot out from the sword of the Purple Divine Sword, forming a round ball of sword qi gathered around it, tightly wrapping the two of them.

When the hunchback Taoist saw this, he rolled his eyes and walked over to Ancestor Master Divine Idol. He took out a jar with yellow talisman from the stone platform, and said to Wu Jun with a sneer: “Hmph, you dare to break into the main forum of our Yin Mountain Sect, you really act recklessly.”

“You two give Damn a good look, what is in my hand!”

Wu Jun stared at the jar with the yellow talisman for a few times, felt a strong resentment from it, and said solemnly: “Is this your Yin Mountain Sect’s sect protecting treasure, legend has it? The old altar pickled cabbage?”

(end of this chapter)