In Beishan, two horses galloped into the dense woods.
The sound of horses' hooves gradually disappeared into the forest. Occasionally, birds would startle and fly into the dark sky.
"I understand, monk, do you know the road? We have been running for half an hour after entering the forest. Why haven't we found it yet?"
On the horse behind, Yan Chixia shouted impatiently.
The Shifang monk sitting behind him was so sick from motion sickness that his face turned pale, his mouth was foaming, his eyes were dull, and he was unable to speak.
The monks Gao Ning and Mingxiu in front were much better.
It's not because Gao Ning's riding skills are so good, but because he has the status of God of Cookery to replenish the blood of Monk Mingxiu at any time.
Not to mention, apart from being unable to kill enemies, the skill of the God of Cookery has a variety of auxiliary effects.
Especially for physical and mental recovery, it's almost like cheating.
It's a pity that the skill is good, but it is still useless against the dream master.
If it was really that complicated, then for thousands of years, anyone who invited someone without any blood would be able to chop that guy into firewood and burn him.
That’s right too!
"Follow your scroll!"
After trying so many times, Gao Ning knew it.
He must have used some extraordinary means to get close to the old tree demon's body.
Qiu Yaqing looked up, only to feel that the white clouds were eight feet higher again, and when he saw that the lake was about to reach his face, his color finally changed.
The two space doors opened up the gap between the two of them and quickly moved back as Gao Ning moved.
Finding the position of the Dryad Grandma again, Gao Ning pulled the reins, changed direction and rushed back again.
"It is said that people are old and spiritual, and ghosts are old and spiritual. It is natural that the tree has become a spirit.
During that period, Gao Ning and Qiu Yaqing did not interfere and watched silently.
As for Gao Ning, when we were reminiscing about old times, Dadi's ashes had not yet been placed in the portable prison. At this time, Junior Master Baiyun "looked" at Yan Chixia again: "Who is that?"
I instinctively wanted to ask Shifang, but when I saw Shifang looking like he was about to faint, I gave up the idea immediately.
Then, just when I was about to turn around and say that I was looking for the wrong thing, I was suddenly stunned for a moment, and then I saw me reaching out and pulling up a few locust leaves under the bush, and then looked at them. .
Yan Chixia casually put the scroll into her belt and threw it beside her.
It's strange, that guy seems to be moving, but why does it appear in the same direction every time?
The first trees were only as thick as a human calf.
A few people chatted for a while, then they remembered that they had nothing to do.
I looked around, not to mention the thick locust trees, or even a slightly lower pine tree.
Yan Chixia was overjoyed when she saw this. She quickly overtook Gao Ning and chased after the scroll.
In short, the so-called Vajra is so good that even the old tree demon who has cultivated for thousands of years can't get the body, but at this time he is completely blind.
Every time he didn't have a chance to study the scroll, that guy would let it go.
Little Master Baiyun smiled and nodded: "Amitabha, he is willing to find his way back, and he is with you. The worst is really over!"
Suddenly there was a flash of light in the sky, followed by deafening thunder.
"Shifang, he finally came to save you!" The old monk's voice was as steady as ever, and the hint of relief in his words made Shifang stop crying.
Strangely enough, the tree was obviously nearby. When scanning, you could clearly see that the distance between the two sides was at most two to three hundred meters.
Gao Ning was very curious about this, but apparently no one could give me an answer at that time.
Shifang hurriedly pushed away the bushes again. Knowing what method the guy used, he slowly found a small pile of urns entangled with tree roots.
Monk Mingxiu closed his eyes slightly, put his hands together and recited scriptures.
Want to pretend
To equip this type of skill, you must form a team of two or more people, and your companions must have the same system of skills to strengthen themselves, so that they can be used to their maximum potential.
Even people who are unfamiliar with the mountains and forests can know that it may be the true form of a tree demon that has lasted for thousands of years, or even less than ten years.
Or is there no ability to interfere with induction?
Low Ning said in seven words, follow closely.
Although the two were separated for only a few days, it was not enough for me to understand very few things for a great monk who had never left his master since he was a child and who grew up quietly under the protection of his master.
"Shifang, it seems like no one else is here yet?"
It seems that he has already determined in his heart that the master is trapped outside.
"Isn't that Wai? That's too bad! Master, master, he is hopeless! Master!"
I know why. Ever since I met the old monk, Monk Mingxiu's state has not been quite right.
Gao Ning responded casually, controlling his mental power to continuously scan the surroundings.
"Amitabha, it turns out it was seven of you who helped me, thank you very much!"
I just don’t know if it’s the sequelae of the battle or because I’ve been trapped for too long.
A moment ago, after moving the old monk to the open space, Shifang called out and picked up the cassock that the old monk held under his head. Then he carefully picked up two eye protection earlobes from under my eye sockets.
Seeing that scene, Yan Chixia was a little confused.
As the bushes fell in rows, the group only pushed back ten meters. In an extremely hidden tree hole, they found Little Master Baiyun who was tied into a rice dumpling by vines and wrapped in a cassock. .
Before he finished speaking, the pale Shifang suddenly came back to his senses and suddenly looked at the rich tree crown.
It was that movement that seemed to turn on a switch, and Little Master Baiyun was quickly awakened.
Junior Master Baiyun put his hands together and bowed slightly to express his thanks.
Only the rich and stunning crown of trees is left exposed above the soil, masquerading as bushes. That idea is really wrong! "
Yan Chixia shouted to hold me back, but Shifang seemed to be guided, locked in a direction and stopped walking back.
A gust of wind blew out of nowhere from nowhere, and the paper moved with the wind, as if it was being held by a small tangible hand, flying towards Ranke.
Yan Chixia followed closely and was about to say something.
Could it be that you are attracted by the terrifying power of Buddhism and have not changed your dream?
Seeing Junior Master Baiyun's appearance, Shifang's tears welled up.
However, if I were asked to say what I understood, I would say that I did.
Shifang quickly wiped away his tears, sniffed, and replied: "It's master, there are not eight of them, and two of them are the brothers you will stay with for the night, the names are Mingxiu and Mingshi, master has met him!"
Yan Chixia stretched out her hand and muttered a spell quickly. The court flew up out of thin air, rolled up into a ball in mid-air, and landed steadily in the palm of her hand.
But every time he rode his horse over, he would inexplicably miss the mark.
Yes, Gao Ning didn't have any way to get close.
Gao Ning commented enthusiastically.
When overtaking, I still forgot to remind you.
I muttered in my mouth, and suddenly rushed away from the bushes using my hands and feet.
Then I saw a lush bush appearing behind my eyes.
Just by following the characters in the plot, whether it is opening a space door or directly using skills to fly over and possess them, the movement is not too small.
Gao Ning scanned it again animatedly, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as what he saw later.
Yan Chixia scratched her head, but there was no bad intention on her face.
I cried and rushed down, tearing off the vines and tree roots with my hands and feet, and quickly carried the old monk out.
"It's quick, it's quick, don't worry!"
Could it be that he feels guilty?
"If you are young and slow, please ask your ancestors to show you the Dharma and lead the way!"
"there!"
So think about it
Go ahead and give that opportunity to Yan Chixia.
"Not that person!"
Shifang stood there watching the night. Little Master Baiyun was silent for a moment, with a smile on his lips. He quickly stretched out his hand and patted his apprentice's bald head hard. Everything was true.
The old locust tree of Dryad Granny is like the big squirrel outside the game of Smash-a-Mole. He has no way of judging which direction I will emerge from.
"That's the way to find it, but we still have to trouble the ancestors to reveal themselves!"
In the first place, Yan Chixia looked up and invited my ancestors out. Only then did we finally achieve our goal this time.
Low Ning glanced at me without any weirdness.
What else did Ning Ning have, but Monk Mingxiu quickly stepped aside and returned the favor with a more pious attitude: "Small things must be done like this, that's what you should do!"
Anyway, outside of the plot, that’s not my job.
I grabbed the scroll at my waist, threw it in the air without looking at it, formed a sword formula with my left hand, and shouted in a low voice.
And this unfolded scroll is like a picture scroll that can be blown off by the wind. It lies flat and flat under the bushes and moves whenever it moves.
After running with the scroll for eight or seven minutes, before making a small circuit, the cavalry made a diagonal move forward, and somehow, unexpectedly, broke into a completely new area.
It feels like a college student who has suddenly received a compliment. This kind of feeling of being unhappy but wanting to express it makes people laugh.
I know that the main body is a strong point, and I can still use magic at night, perfectly hiding in the darkness of the night. As long as the sun comes out during the day, I can avoid exposure.
Now there is only one effect left to dispel negative buffs.
The scroll unfolded in a natural state in mid-air, starting from a mallet as thick as an arm, and gradually stretched into a huge object more than ten meters long.
All the tree crowns and branches behind him were like tofu, being easily cut off by the two space doors.
Those jars were small and large, uniform, some were covered with thick dust, and even buried by fallen leaves, but some looked cruel, some ropes were simply empty, and there was not a small pile of empty ones in the other tree pit. of.
Gao Ning knew when he had not led Monk Mingxiu onto the horse. The two of them stood in a row, their eyes shining.
Before Shifang could say anything, Yan Chixia smiled and replied: "Little Master, you are not the young man who was scolded by him at the market today for being very incompetent!"
What kind of formation is it?
When Gao Ning saw this, he ducked back. I turned my palm down, and two side doors suddenly appeared. The door was seven centimeters narrow.
At the beginning, thousands of words still merged into the word "Master".
Monk Mingxiu was as fierce as ever, but his eyes were fixed on the scroll flying by itself, and a big flame seemed to be burning deep in his eyes.
So in order to make it as dangerous as possible, half of the tree trunk and some branches were buried in the ground.
There were all kinds of small and big ones, but there were not even hundreds of them in total, so Shifang stuck his butt out and searched for only half an hour. He knew that he had opened many urns, but he still couldn't find this strange wooden comb.
