The youth has passed through the years, and the old things of the past have become empty.
With Ouyang Jingsong's body as the center, a golden true energy spiraled out from the palm of his hand and wandered around the edge of his body like a whirlwind, getting faster and faster until it drowned Ouyang Jingsong who was performing the technique.
When the speed reached the critical point, there was a sudden stagnation, and strands of golden true energy spilled out like silk from a cocoon, automatically penetrated everyone's protective shield, and spread in all directions.
It was not hindered at first, until it stretched out three or four meters away, a shrill roar cut through the quiet valley, and the golden thread on Ouyang Jingsong's hand did not extend as slowly as before, but burst out like an explosion.
Come.
With Ouyang Jingsong as the center, a large golden firework appeared in front of Songwan's eyes, followed by loud roars. Like a butterfly effect, the red mist in the air began to swim and twist into human shapes, and even
There was one in front of Songwan, and it appeared silently in the protective shield.
"Be careful." Song Wan was accidentally knocked out by Apeng.
"Brother Apeng" Song Wan looked back at Apeng with a cry in her eyes, fearing that he might make some mistake.
Just in time to see the khaki jade pendant on A Peng's body burst open with a bang, A Peng groaned, holding a dragon-headed wild goose feather knife in his left hand, emitting a faint moonlight, and lightly picked through the red mist, like a crack.
With a brocade-like sneer, the silvery Yulongyin had penetrated the red mist, but it didn't seem to have much effect.
Apeng felt as if he had chopped into cotton, and his strength was easily removed. Although the knife given by the master was definitely not an ordinary thing, his cultivation was too weak after all.
A Peng smiled bitterly, penetrated the red mist, and ran straight towards Song Wan beside him.
At this time, Song Wan showed that her cultivation level was higher than that of Apeng. Like a spring swallow, she easily dodged the approaching Apeng with a spin. She tapped her toes and flew up with the Liuyun Sword unsheathed.
The Liuyun Sword, which was filled with golden energy, trembled softly, and easily pierced through the red mist. With a bang, a lychee shell fell to the ground like a cracked one. The blood-red color made people feel...
feel dizzy.
She was actually able to participate in the battle and was no longer a burden to her master, which made Song Wan feel a little overwhelmed for a moment.
Looking at Ouyang Jingsong outside, although he didn't look like he was struggling, he was definitely not feeling well.
Like poking a hornet's nest, endless yin energy and red mist gathered towards Ouyang Jingsong, slowly forming an enclosure around his body, and then the yin energy and red mist began to condense, forming humanoid objects one by one.
Song Wan initially thought it was like the charm just now, but she didn't expect that this time she was no longer transformed. She took the form of a skeleton, raised her head to the sky, roared in unison, and rushed towards Ouyang Jingsong.
Ouyang Jingsong conjured a nine-section whip that was condensed with golden energy. The handle of the whip was the image of a bright moon on the sea. He raised his hand and whipped the skeleton at the front, pulling out the unprepared skeleton.
It fell to the ground more than ten meters away, rolled and disappeared from sight. Because of the fog and haze in the air, it was basically impossible to see it from a distance of more than ten meters.
Ouyang Jingsong flew up and pointed at the head of a skeleton. With a pop, the black skull exploded and a blood-red bead floated in the air.
"What a good thing." Ouyang Jingsong waved his sleeves and put away the beads in front of him. When the other skeletons saw that their companions' life beads were taken away, they all raised their heads to the sky and screamed.
"Shut up if you call me a bird!" Ouyang Jingsong's voice made the skeletons stunned. They all stood still and stopped making any sound.
Song Wan was dizzy and dazzled by this voiceless roar, and her eyes were filled with bright little stars. Apeng was even more unlucky and sat down on the ground.
"I'm scared to death," Song Wan kept patting her small, flat chest with her baby-fat little hands.
"Come on, Grandpa Ouyang~" It would have been better if Song Wan didn't say anything. She directly blocked Ouyang Jingsong's voiceless roar with one sentence.
Ouyang Jingsong glared at Songwan angrily, "You unlucky kid!"
Song Wan narrowed her big eyes and glanced at her master from time to time, muttering to herself, "Senior Ouyang is the only one who takes action. What is the master worried about? What is this secret thing? It makes the master so afraid." Although she is still young,
It doesn't affect her cleverness.
Returning to Apeng's side, Songwan once again took on the inner protection and vigilance. For the sake of safety, Fenglin snake was used as a hairpin and inserted into Songwan's head. Lanlan and Rongrong had been accepted by Songwan.
Entered the Qiankun bag.
Although they were on guard, the Liuyun Sword in Songwan's hand and the Yulongyin in Apeng's hand did not relax, and they were always ready to fight.
Let's talk about Ouyang Jingsong. After the sound of the sound roared, before the skeletons could recover, the golden nine-section whip crackled and knocked away some of the ones that were close to him.
With a whimpering sound, the skeleton that was knocked out suddenly disintegrated and dispersed like smoke.
Ouyang Jingsong did not relax his vigilance. He did not say where the disappeared ones would appear next time, even if they appeared in front of him, they were not easy to deal with.
Ouyang Jingsong has not forgotten that the spies are the best at sneak attacks.
If the Phoenix Lin Snake is the darling of the wind, then the sprite can be called the darling of the law of space alongside it.
They can use the laws of space at any time to teleport or hide in the void, making it difficult to detect. Unless they are powerful at the level of immortals, they can lock the space or sense every fluctuation of the space. This is impossible in this mountain, the God Mountain.
The barrier left by ancient times weakens the immortal's cultivation.
If you want to seal the space, you probably have to be at the level of Xuanzun or above. At least, Qingshui, as an immortal, can't do it.
Of course, if there are enough materials, it is possible to seal off the space and form a large formation, but how many divine materials are needed, let alone building a large formation in such a place.
Ouyang Jingsong spent a lot of money and had not saved much wealth since ancient times. Qingshui was alone in his family. In the past, he always felt that keeping things was of no use, so it was better to give them away, which would be considered a blessing.
In the previous fairy world, Qing Shui Xianjun was famous for his charity, but the direct result was that he was now empty-handed.
Ouyang Jingsong felt a bit bitter in his mouth, smashed his mouth twice, let out a strange cry, and rushed forward with the whip in his hand.
On the way, he held the whip with both hands flat and wiped it. The nine-foot long whip had turned into a dazzling golden broad sword. Although he was actively attacking, it was obvious that Ouyang Jingsong cherished his life very much. He did not forget that there were still enemies watching, and he blessed him casually.
Five small protective formations are on his body.
Only then did Songwan, who had been paying attention here, realize how afraid her Grandpa Ouyang was of death.
Afterwards, Ouyang gave this official explanation: "Who is not afraid of death? Those who are not afraid of death come and sacrifice my Wind Song Sword. My old man cherishes his life very much. There are countless prosperous people in the world who must keep this life to enjoy it. What's more, I have died once."
people."
Although the sprite is extremely aggressive, it is not enough to face a meat grinder like Ouyang Jingsong. After three strikes, five divided by two, Ouyang Jingsong rushed to Qingshui.
No monster can survive five moves under his hands. This is the difference in strength.
Ouyang Jingsong fought with open arms and closed doors all the way, killing with great pleasure. He silently counted the number of red beads in the Qiankun bag, seven. In other words, he killed seven monsters, and Song Wan destroyed one.
, there are four more, I killed eighteen charms along the way, and there are still seven or eight left.
Ouyang Jingsong stood next to Qing Shui, his hands spread out, and the long sword in his hand disappeared, and then he began to perform complicated magic formulas. His hands changed faster and faster. Later, Song Wan couldn't see clearly at all, and there was only an afterimage in his eyes.
Ouyang Jingsong paused with his hands, shouted low, and quickly pushed out his hands. The surrounding space began to tremble, and even the ground under his feet was no exception. When Song Wan thought there was an earthquake, several cracks suddenly appeared in the air, and there was a boom.
Bang, several figures fell down.
In addition to the seven vague phantoms, there are also seven old men.
"Huh? Why is there someone?" Ouyang Jingsong narrowed his eyes in confusion, which made Song Wan who was watching couldn't help but think of Lanlan who was currently shrinking in the Qiankun bag.
"I see, you must be the immortals who died here in the legends outside, right? You were tortured for seven or forty-nine days, and then you wiped away the marks of your divine consciousness, used Yin Qi to sacrifice your souls, and transformed them directly into
Hell, I have developed my body shape and consciousness the day after tomorrow, so I should be stronger than those others. I would like to see what tricks you can use."
As he said that, Ouyang Jingsong's long sword appeared in his hand again. This time, before he could take action, several old men took action first.
"Be careful." What surprised Song Wan was that the target of their attack was not Ouyang Jingsong, but one of their own.
The seven old men seemed to have discussed it in advance, and each of them stretched out his withered claws towards the charm next to him.