Chapter two hundred and ninetieth buried in the ground for safety
On the waist of the headless corpse of the swordsman in red, there was a faint golden light that was not easy to detect, and it flashed away.
As for the head that rolled to the ground somewhere else, a drop of slowly condensing blood was revealed between its eyebrows.
Chen Ping'an turned to look at Lu Tai at the top of the tall branch. The latter raised his eyebrows, stretched out a finger, and gently rotated it. There was "a trace" of golden gadgets lingering on Lu Tai's finger, flowing slowly.
If it weren't for Chen Ping'an's excellent eyesight, he wouldn't have been able to spot it at all.
Chen Ping'an's golden robe, "Jin Li", was "revealed", and the place on the shoulder that was cut by the sword master's sword had been repaired and mended by himself, and it was flawless.
The relics of an immortal in the upper five realms can be worn by Yuanying Laojiao all the year round. Of course, it will not be an ordinary robe. The "Black Bamboo Forest" robe enshrined by Yu Gui Zong Yuanying on Osmanthus Island is still
It is much inferior to this golden wine.
It was like a beauty that caught a glimpse of someone, and it quickly moved behind the screen, covering up the beauty of the city, so Chen Ping'an changed back to his white robe.
Two Dry Well Talisman exploded in the air.
The two flying swords on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month are now out of trouble and no longer bound.
Chen Ping'an could clearly feel the angry spirit in the first grade of junior high school. This was normal, because even the docile temperament of Shi Fifteen, who was connected to his heart, the emotions coming from him were full of anger.
Chen Ping'an could only say silently in his heart: "Don't worry. Maybe the enemy has a back-up plan."
On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the flying sword flew back and forth in the air, bringing up streaks of white rainbow sword light, which was shocking.
The green-colored Flying Sword Fifteen was obviously a little resentful, slowly flying around Chen Ping'an, very puzzled.
They are certainly the best natal flying swords in the world.
But it is not Chen Pingan's destiny.
The relationship between the two parties is not that of king and minister, master and servant, but rather like Chen Ping'an leading two young children with newly enlightened minds, one with a bad temper and the other with a gentle temperament.
But Chen Pingan thinks this is not bad.
The atmosphere in the mountains and forests is solemn and eerie.
The red-clothed swordsman who was the Dinghai Shenzhen is dead. His death was so smooth that if his body hadn’t turned into a rainbow and arrived with a fierce force, followed by a heart-piercing sword that was unparalleled, everyone would have thought that this guy was the best.
, is a charlatan who deceives the world and steals his reputation.
The burly and strong man who asked the gods to come down, his silver eyes gradually faded and returned to normal.
This person had been the most powerful before and had been in the limelight for a while. Now his face was pale, his lips were trembling, and he looked pitiful and hesitant to speak.
He glanced at the two iron whips in the distance and could only stand there without moving. He didn't have the courage to pick them up, for fear that he would be struck by a flying sword in the next moment.
The middle-aged swordsman's eyes were dark and unclear, and he already wanted to quit.
His hands naturally drooped, and his previously clear sleeves no longer looked strange.
Only the small willow leaf sword with the hollow hosta as the scabbard hovered above his shoulder, like a loyal guard dog, protecting its master.
A hunt that was thought to be nothing more than an autumn outing ended up in a desolate situation with heavy casualties.
As for the two young foreigners, one was unscathed in battle, and the one on the tree was even more unscathed.
At this moment, the fear of the Immortal Family Cave on the mountain arose spontaneously for these wild cultivators of the mountains and rivers, who were considered influential in their respective places, and once again enveloped their hearts.
The old formation master was so disheartened that the formation was just a few steps away from being completed, but was completely destroyed by this swordsman who suffered a thousand blows.
Stealing chickens is a waste of money, and two proud disciples died on the spot. Those two unlucky boys were not amazing in their aptitudes, but they were well-behaved and obedient, making their arousal smooth.
The old formation master took out the orbs he had put in his sleeves and formed formations one by one, forming a large protective formation in small formations.
Stand ready.
The Qi practitioner who practices the Five Elements Wood Technique remains silent all the time.
Monks like him, who can both attack and defend, can not only move mountains and pull out trees, but also raise pet pets of flowers, monsters, insects, and plant spirits, which are like auxiliary soldiers on the battlefield. Moreover, they are often good at healing and detoxifying spells, and they often cannot establish the foundation in one fell swoop.
Although he is in a war situation, he is a very popular Qigong practitioner.
If you can choose three people to go together, then the most lethal and invincible sword cultivator, the invincible military cultivator, plus a farmer's pharmacist, a Taoist Waidan sect disciple, or a Mufa Qi practitioner, it can be said that the Qi practitioners work hand in hand.
There is almost no best lineup in the world that has been practiced everywhere.
No one wants to take the initiative to speak.
Everyone has their own agenda.
Chen Pingan held the long sword relic of the swordsman in red upside down and looked down.
The sword body is like a pool of autumn water, with ripples reflected by the sunlight shining through the branches and leaves.
It must be a good sword.
I just don't know how much it's worth.
The evil monk was the only bold person who made any move. He was sneaky, with one hand behind his back, holding up a silver-white porcelain vase, one foot tall, with a narrow mouth and a big belly. There were ferocious faces constantly wandering on the porcelain surface.
And passing by is like a cruel cage imprisoning the soul.
This person recited the mantra silently and used the spiritual weapon in his hand to secretly gather the soul of the red swordsman after his death. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Once he succeeds, his strength will skyrocket. He is a martial arts master at the peak of the Sixth Realm and has a strong soul.
, as long as it is successfully refined into a Yin Soldier and Yin General, and is properly maintained, and then stays in mass graves and ancient battlefields, allowing it to continuously absorb the Yin Evil Qi, it may be able to return to the Sixth Realm, or even become a Seventh Realm one.
The heroic spirit fetus.
When the time comes, why do I need to look at other people’s faces?
I'm afraid the kings of those small countries all have to look at their own faces.
Lu Tai immediately saw through the little tricks of the evil cultivator and said angrily: "How dare you steal something under my nose?!"
The extremely huge natal flying sword named "Needle Point" fell straight down from the sky above the head of the evil cultivator.
The evil monk hurriedly ran away, and at the same time put away the silver porcelain bottle that was a family heirloom. He had to give up the idea of collecting the soul in order to collect the negative things in the black clay pot to resist the pursuit of the terrifying flying sword. No matter how the evil monk moved around
, the tip of the flying sword always follows him like a shadow.
If Ma Wanfa, the mastermind behind this siege, is included, and if the old formation master's formation is successfully completed, and if the swordsman in red does not die suddenly, and everyone is united, then it will be more than enough to deal with a Golden Core monk.
Everyone is not afraid of death. I am afraid that even the two Golden Core cultivators will not be able to gain any advantage against them.
It’s just that there aren’t that many ifs in the world.
To take a step back, if a group of people gathered for profit have the upper hand, they will be as fierce as tigers. But as long as they are at a disadvantage, their hearts will become scattered and they will become a mob.
The strong man who was at the end of his strength was suddenly filled with surprise and said loudly: "My master said, he will come right away and deal with the two of them personally! Everyone, in addition to Dou Zizhi's sword 'Infatuation', there are also those who originally promised
The square-inch thing given to Dou Zizhi, plus Dou Zizhi’s family property, are all given to everyone!"
The burly man almost screamed at the top of his lungs and said impassionedly: "To seek wealth and honor in a dangerous situation, should I go back to being a mouse burrowing in the ground, or should I be qualified to be on an equal footing with the people on the mountain? Let's do it here!"
The middle-aged swordsman's face was cold and murderous, and he said in a deep voice: "I agree. These two boys deserve to die!"
I saw him twisting his wrist, his sleeves glowing green, ready to go.
The old formation master smiled and said: "The Yishan Formation is about to be completed, and we can fight. Just help me delay for a moment, at most half a stick of incense!"
The evil cultivator, who was chased by Feijian and looked disgraced, shouted: "Add me! We agreed in advance that in addition to redistributing the dividends, I also want the soul of Mr. Dou. No one can steal it from me!"
The Mufa Qi practitioner nodded, still smiling.
The burly man looked up to the sky and laughed, stretched out his hand, pulled the two iron whips on the ground back into his hands, and took the lead in striding towards Chen Ping'an.
The head of his family had indeed sent him a secret message before, and he wanted to come in person, and he would definitely kill these two fat sheep here.
Then almost at the same time, the middle-aged swordsman waved his sleeves, turned around and swept away as fast as a giant.
The old formation master used the Shuchi Talisman, and there were more than one talisman. Every time the figure appeared ten feet away, in a few blinks, he had disappeared, and the figure disappeared deep into the forest.
The Mufa Qi practitioner tiptoed and swept away behind him. He clearly hit a big tree, but suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Only the evil monk was still rushing towards Chen Ping'an.
The burly man froze on the spot, cursed his mother, and dared not move forward to die.
My little weight is no longer enough.
Such pretense is nothing more than throwing bricks and mortar.
Chen Ping'an was shocked at first, and then relieved. This was only reasonable.
I learned some more myself.
Lu Tai took a deep breath and said to Chen Ping'an: "The mastermind just ran away. I'm going to chase him. You should be able to handle it here. I'll come back to you later."
Lu Tai first put away the flying sword needlepoint that was not worthy of the name.
On the wrists of his hands and the ankles of his legs, there are purple and gold lotus patterns, which look like they are in bud.
Lu Tai whispered: "Bloom."
Four lifelike purple lotuses bloomed instantly.
Lu Tai gritted his teeth, jumped up high, and then walked against the wind.
The body leans forward, squinting and looking into the distance, the big sleeves are bulging and making a hunting sound, and the hair on the temples is messy and flowing.
He looked around, then found a direction and disappeared in a flash.
The evil monk swallowed his saliva, held the pottery pot filled with ghosts in one hand, and made a monk's salutation with the other hand. He said with a flattering smile: "Master Sword Immortal, I have offended you this time. I am rude and disrespectful. I will be rude next time."
When we meet, I will take the initiative to stay away from you. If the young master is willing to ask me to do some small things, I will definitely be there without hesitation."
As he spoke, the evil cultivator kept paying attention to the white-robed young man's eyes and expression, and retreated violently.
This man was also a decisive killer. Before escaping, he crushed the black clay pot containing the ghosts on the spot, causing black smoke to fill the air.
Gecko tail docking.
A wisp of slender golden light quickly wandered among the billowing black smoke, and the eerie smoke, as thick as ink, dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
But it will still take a while before these filthy black smoke can be completely eliminated.
Chen Pingan frowned, took a few steps forward, and jumped to the top of the crown of a big tree.
There was an erratic figure that turned into light gray smoke and fled quickly through the mountains and forests.
On the first day of junior high school, I had already chased him by myself.
Chen Ping'an's heart moved slightly, and Shi Fifteen followed closely behind.
Chen Pingan fell back to the ground. Before landing, he flipped his wrist in the air and changed the fairy sword belonging to the red swordsman Dou Zizhi to the normal sword-holding posture.
Although it was much heavier than the Sophora Sword, Chen Pingan always felt that it was still too light.
The burly man raised his head and looked in the direction where Lu Tai disappeared. Finally, he looked down at the iron whip in his hand and smiled miserably.
I know in my heart that I will definitely die today.
Resentment, loss, and anger are all there, emerging one by one, and then fading away in the mind.
If you live a useless and miserable life, you must die a hero once.
The strong man threw the two iron whips to the ground, and began to ask the gods for the third time. The man stamped his feet vigorously, clasped his hands together, his eye sockets were bloodshot, his face was pale, and he laughed happily and said: "Do you dare?
Wait a moment and let me have a good fight?!"
Chen Pingan casually threw away the "Infatuation" in his hand.
It passed through the heart of the burly man.
The long sword was nailed into the trunk of a big tree.
After successfully penetrating the man's heart, Chen Ping'an clearly saw the red light flowing from the sword, and it disappeared in a flash, like a hungry man having a good meal or a drunkard having a good drink.
Chen Ping'an made up his mind to find an immortal's ferry crossing or a fairy shop on the mountain to sell the sword.
That bright golden light is still working tirelessly to dissolve the black smoke.
It is indeed a top-grade magic weapon made from the long beard of the old dragon.
Two of them are already so powerful. I really don’t know how powerful the whisk in the hands of the Dragon Master and the old Taoist who hangs upside down on the mountain must be.
Chen Pingan put away his thoughts, hesitated for a moment, went to retrieve the long sword, picked up a branch as thick as an arm, sharpened it with the sword, then silently dug several large pits, and dug the swordsman in red and the burly man into the ground.
He and the two disciples of the formation master were buried in it respectively, and finally they were covered with soil, trying to cover up the traces as much as possible so that no clues would be seen by people passing by accidentally.
Chen Ping'an sat on a high branch, patiently waiting for the fifteenth day of the lunar month and Lu Tai's return.
Put the "Infatuated Heart" with the scabbard on your lap casually.
In the distance, the black smoke of ghosts is entangled with the golden light but retreating steadily. Although it has long lost its spiritual intelligence, it is afraid of death and wants to live, even the dead ghosts are no exception.
Suddenly, a large column of billowing black smoke wanted to leave this place and flee elsewhere to wreak havoc on the mountains and rivers.
Suddenly I remembered that there was a castle in the distance.
If you are a Jianghu person who is not familiar with magic, you may be in trouble.
Chen Ping'an stood up with his sword in hand. He first looked around to make sure there was nothing strange, and then he poured the true meaning of his soul into the golden wine of the robe. In an instant, a misty Dharma form that was more than ten feet tall appeared. His face was blurry, but the golden light was clear.
Appearing in the air between heaven and earth, standing erect, just in front of blocking the black smoke, he rolled up his sleeves and pocketed those ghosts into his sleeves. The ghosts made a crackling sound like entering a thunder pond, and soon they all disappeared.
Chen Ping'an sat back down, his face white and he had a splitting headache.
Revealing the golden wine of the robe without any reservation this time took up a whole breath of his energy, and there were signs that it would be difficult to continue.
If you are fighting against someone, it is best not to use this method easily unless absolutely necessary. Once the opponent has an unexpected ability to save his life, Chen Ping'an will be able to kill him with both hands.
But to be honest, the feeling of wandering outside the world, as if the soul is traveling far away from the body, is extremely mysterious.
Standing high and overlooking the mountains and rivers.
Chen Pingan stretched out his fingers and gently twisted the corners of the robe. It was soft and delicate, and felt cool and refreshing. After a life-and-death fight, he was mainly worried and almost exhausted his energy. Chen Pingan was a little sleepy at the moment, leaning against the trunk of a big tree.
, start to close your eyes and rest your mind.
After about half a stick of incense, Chen Pingan calmed down and his breathing became smooth again.
Chen Ping'an's wrist was tied with a golden knot made from a refined demon-binding rope.
Soon, a splendid white rainbow and faint green light flew back, as fast as lightning. Although the two flying swords were extremely small, the two flowing fireflies stretched out for more than ten feet, which was still very dazzling. Two by two, they entered the sword gourd.
Feel their thoughts coming from the sword-raising gourd.
He should have successfully killed the enemy.
Chen Pingan felt relieved.
The fifteenth day of the lunar month was the first time I had been away from Chen Pingan for so long.
But this also leads to the conclusion that these wild cultivators may not be as good at killing enemies as the disciples of the Immortal family, but they are all very proficient in running for their lives.
Isn't that the case for me?
Since there was nothing to do, Chen Ping'an began to sit down and practice sword furnace stake setting.
Carrying a sword is a spiritual practice, and dressing up is also a spiritual practice.
The golden wine in the robe that once accompanied an immortal for hundreds or even thousands of years is a small paradise for Qi practitioners, where spiritual energy can be gathered.
But for a pure martial artist, Jin Li is of course still a rare amulet, but it also has some small troubles, that is, it needs to resist the spiritual energy that constantly relies on Jin Li. After all, a pure martial artist must be resolute and disperse the energy from the beginning.
Only when the spiritual energy in the house can be said to be pure, can one be considered to have embarked on the path of martial arts.
In Daoxuan Mountain, due to the abundant spiritual energy there, it is more difficult to resist. After leaving the treasure-eating whale, walking in the mountains and forests becomes much more relaxed and comfortable. After all, in ordinary mountainous places, the spiritual energy is weak and can be ignored in most cases.
Chen Pingan waited for nearly an hour. Lu Tai walked swaggeringly in the mountains and forests and rushed towards Chen Pingan. He was covered in dust, but fortunately there was no trace of blood.
And it looks like a person who has returned home with a full load.
As he walked towards the big tree where Chen Ping'an was, he casually put the many formation flags left by the old formation master around in his sleeves. Lu Tai asked curiously: "You have a heart of a Bodhisattva, so why can't you let the corpse be exposed to the sun and gnawed by wild beasts?
They deserve to be peeled off and pecked by flying birds. Why do you pity these gangsters?"
Chen Pingan shook his head and said: "I don't pity them. I just care about the matter of 'it is better for people to die and to be buried in peace'."
Lu Tai shook his head, too lazy to think about it, and suddenly turned around and ran to the "grave" with the heaviest smell of blood. He asked Chen Ping'an about the approximate location where the dead people were buried. Lu Tai then swore that he would refill the soil later, no.
When Chen Pingan nodded in agreement, Lu Tai had already slapped the dust away with his palm. He ran over and started picking up the corpse. Even the two disciples of the old formation master were not spared. It was very difficult.
Imagine that such a guy who likes rouge, gouache, blush and dark eyebrows can do this kind of grave digging, so skillfully and without any psychological burden.
Lutai is inevitably stained with blood and soil, but with the magic weapon of the colorful silk rope wrapped around his arms, his whole body will soon be combed and cleaned. The magic weapon of the fairy family has all kinds of wonderful functions, which is unbelievable.
Lu Tai babbled alone there, "You are a martial arts master after all, but you are such a poor ghost! Look, this is a square inch of Ma Wanfa, with mountains of gold and silver inside. Look at you again, you really deserve it
So ashamed to live and die again.”
"Oh, I'm not talking about you. Compared with your master, the little possessions you have are really shabby. Only this stack of banknotes has solved our urgent need. We go shopping down the mountain and give people snow and spend money. The store wants to beat them up.
of……"
"You two miserable mandarin ducks. When you are reincarnated as human beings in your next life, remember to find a better master. Even if your skills are poor, don't look for someone like this again."
Chen Ping'an did not disturb Lu Tai's busy work.
Just looking at that back figure, I felt strange.
Finally, the land platform was filled with soil again, and I clapped my hands and looked at the flat ground, feeling somewhat satisfied.
"The mastermind behind the scenes is dead, everything will be fine!"
Lu Tai walked back to Chen Ping'an's side of the tree, refusing to leave the tree even to death. He raised his head and waved, "Let's share the spoils!"