Mountain Little Divine Doctor

Fang Qi seemed to realize something. He went straight to the place where the little lama sat down. The pretty girl squatted in front of him, looked up and down at him, and asked, "brother Fang Qi, what do you want to do?" Seeing Fang Qi close his eyes, he skillfully closed his mouth and looked at him with his hands on his cheeks.

Fang Qi can enter the second, third or even more space for enlightenment, just like someone will continue to do it when dreaming. For Feng duozhang's breath of Yang Lian Zhenjia, Fang Qi is still very strange and can't understand what's going on for a while. But the other familiar breath made him feel like an separated life. The little lama was his previous life. Now, he has an illusion, as if the little lama in his previous life had long expected this step.

Fang Qi slowly stood up, followed Feng duozhang's breath and walked to the road in the middle of the town. The pretty girl stayed beside Fang Qi and still clasped her hand on his hand, just like a couple walking and shopping.

I don't know when a man stood in the middle of the road. Feng duozhang's breath came from him. The pretty girl held his hand tightly and refused to go. Her hand was still trembling. She murmured, "this man is very dangerous."

Fang Qi let go of her hand and said calmly, "it's all right. I know what he is. He was an old opponent of mine in the past. You lie down on me and don't look or move. " The pretty girl lay on Fang Qi's back. Although Fang Qi didn't carry her, it was so wonderful. The pretty girl jumped up and got into Fang Qi's clothes like brown sugar. Fang Qi could feel the coolness of her consciousness.

No matter what the other party is or whether he is a monster or a monster, Fangqi will kill him. Yang Lian Zhenjia has been dead for nearly a thousand years. His soul still wants to play with demon moths in future generations. Fang Qi can't allow this to happen.

The man opposite was wearing a black pullover. His figure was pulled down for a long time in the sunset. He couldn't see his head and face. He was like a ghost climbing up in hell. Fang Qi believes that he must also have some connection with the ghost worship sect underground. Otherwise, how could he be mixed with the smell of Yang Lian Zhenjia.

It can be inferred from this matter that several years ago, the little Lama had noticed that Yang Lian Zhenjia took this place as the place where he survived in the ghost world, but at that time, the little lama was unable to stop Yang Lian Zhenjia's footsteps.

Xianzong cultivates students and Tantric cultivates death. Yang Lian Zhenjia practices the tantric death Sutra, treats death like life, and has made all preparations for the reincarnation of the soul after death before he dies. Perhaps from the moment when Yang Lian rebelled against Kublai Khan, he had found a way back for himself.

Fang Qi formed a Dharma spell. Centered on him, the secret spell rippled like a water wave, wrapping the whole town almost instantly. The clothes on Fang Qi's body crashed, and the sand on the ground also raised bursts of dust.

The man opposite seemed to notice Fang Qi's tyrannical spirit, his body shook slightly, and his hand magically touched a Tang Dao about one meter and five behind his back. The face of this knife is very narrow and the middle is very thick. There will be a slow arc towards the back of the knife.

This Tang Dao has existed for thousands of years, and there are still spots of rust on the handle. This man holds the 30 cm long handle in both hands and slowly lifts it up. He is ready to fight. The vigorous wind swept the sand and made a rustling sound, which made his clothes drum and shrivel.

It seemed that he didn't have any breath, but Fang Qi didn't dare to underestimate the enemy. He turned his palm and took out Ju Zheng Dao. The Ju Zheng Dao also killed countless people. At this time, it seems that it has met a strong enemy. It makes a sound of whining and ghost crying in the wind. Fang Qi can feel the slight tremor of Ju Zheng Dao when he holds the handle tightly.

The man on the other side finally moved. He didn't run fast. He raised his Tang Dao and rushed towards Fang Qi with his two feet on Gang steps and eight characters. Fang Qi didn't wait until he finished 36 vigorous steps. Instead of taking vigorous steps, he jumped up and pounced on him. As soon as the man ran thirty-five steps, Fang Qi jumped down. It was impossible for him to finish thirty-six steps.

The two knives collided with each other, sputtering dazzling knife flowers. The man parried with the posture of Mount Tai. Fang Qi's knife was blessed with the mantra that Taishan stone dared to block. This mantra was learned from Lao pan tou.

The man used to take vigorous steps with his arms around the moon and bind the mountain. When parrying Fang Qi, he could easily block it. But now his wrist could not support the knife. His body fell down slightly, his body lost weight to one side, and his steps were disordered.

Fang Qi chopped down with a knife and didn't wait for the man to stand up again. His body jumped behind him with the power of the chop. With a knife in his hand, the man quickly turned to his side and hid slowly. The knife cut a big hole obliquely in his clothes. The pullover split from the back, revealing the split back, but there was no blood flowing out.

Seeing the split back, Fang Qi also retreated several steps in horror. It was not human at all, because the knife seemed to split a dark and shiny shell. The thing's back was split and made a hiss like an insect.

Since this thing has been exposed, it has nothing to hide, and ragged clothes are a burden on the body. The big bug tore his clothes desperately. Of course, Fangqi wouldn't wait until the super bug tore off the clothes that bound him.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fang Qi waved a chrysanthemum knife around the big bug, chopping and chopping. The big bug's hands and feet were bound, chopping and chopping, and his mouth made a scream of rage. But this thing is still a monster that has existed for many years. Fortunately, Fang Qi's chrysanthemum is a treasure knife. It cuts the hard shells into pieces. What is splashed inside is not green insect liquid, but fishy blood.

Fangqi will not spoil it and chop the big bug into pieces. However, Fang Qi did not dare to relax. When he cut down the insects, he had already set up a small Dharma array to firmly cover the insects. The Dharma array has never been abnormal. I don't know that Yang lianzhenjia has combined a trace of his breath with insects, and insects have swallowed up his breath. In short, he can't escape.

After killing the insect, he could see that there was a green luster in the pile of rotten meat. He picked the shiny thing with a knife and fell down. Under the pale sun, the bead the size of a pigeon's egg gave off a strange green light.