With his back against a big tree and at the top of the cross-beam hill, Zhang Wenfeng witnessed the brutal killings more than ten miles away. He was immersed in the state of "stillness", reciting scriptures silently, observing the life and death scene in the human world as an outsider, his eyes becoming cold and cold like grass and trees. Ruthless, it seemed as if the whole person didn't exist before he knew it.
The breath and energy are integrated into the woods on the top of the mountain, taking root in the ground and standing upright between heaven and earth.
The mountain badger squatting next to his feet was dozing off with its eyes blurred, and the venom in its body had not yet been completely resolved.
Suddenly he couldn't feel the breath of the viewer. The mountain badger woke up with a start, turned his head to see that the viewer was still there, and sniffed his trouser legs with his nose. It didn't have the smell of the viewer, but seeing is believing, and he didn't worry about it. The viewer was playing hide-and-seek and continued to doze off while watching the battle in the distance.
Not immersed in the situation, the hunting and killing made the mountain badger feel very bored.
With that free time, it would be great to have a good sleep.
Zhang Wenfeng accidentally turned his breath into a tree with a calm state of mind, and touched a trace of the Taoist rhyme of "the ruthless road". His cultivation and state of mind rose rapidly, like new bamboo shoots bathed in spring rain, rising one by one.
He could clearly perceive his own state, and he didn't know whether it was good or bad.
It's good to just let nature take its course and be a tree. It can let go of all the negative emotions accumulated in his body.
There is no thought, no action, silence and motionlessness, which is why it connects to the world.
Witnessing the battle in the distance from its outbreak to its conclusion, he "caught" a black shadow flying towards this direction from the direction of Bizhi Peak. He watched coldly, with no intention of blocking it.
He is a tree, a tree without the concept of worldly struggle in his mind.
He wanted to use the "vision" of trees to observe the ups and downs, ups and downs, and ups and downs of the human world.
As the black shadow approached, he "saw" that the black shadow was full of ferocious aura, as if it was haunted by countless ghosts of grievances, and its bad karma was obvious. It was obviously not the result of a war.
The Barbarian God, whose divine power was running fast and slow in his body, suddenly said "Eh" in surprise. Looking down, he had long noticed the mountain badger staring at him with its bared teeth. He saw the mountain badger standing in front of the big tree next to it. Wearing a human in black robe.
It was the human boy with the "God Scroll" mark.
It was really strange that that boy, who was only at the second level of cultivation, was able to hide from his detection.
What a weird concealment method, with no aura at all. If I hadn't flown close and noticed a trace of "divine scroll", I would have missed it.
The reason why he took the risk to hunt the third-level earth spirit at noon was because he was attracted by the "divine scroll" on the human boy. He noticed that the boy had the aura of a god's treasure, and guessed that there might be fragments of the golden body. For him, , the fragments of other gods and golden gallbladders are great tonics. It takes a little time to refine the rich incense in them and enhance your own strength.
For a god like him who is not recognized by the court, it is very difficult to obtain incense.
He has diligently collected and captured more than two thousand natives and monsters over the years. It seems that the number is quite large. The daily incense is mixed and messy. It takes him a lot of time to purify it, but he does not get much, so he can barely maintain it.
What made his heart bleed was the descendants of the prisoners who had multiplied over the past five hundred years. Those followers who were extremely devout to him fought with wild animals and harsh environments in the mountains, and endured long and difficult years without food and clothing, but they all Lost in this battle.
Quickly calculating that more than ten miles away, the remaining Biyifeng Mountain God's formation could trap two third-order monsters for at least thirty breaths. He turned into a black shadow and rushed toward the hilltop on the right.
A windfall of wealth was open in front of him, and he didn't want it in vain.
It's just a matter of convenience, so I won't waste twenty breaths at most.
He was wondering whether the new gods could give "divine scrolls"? Could it be some old guy who escaped the catastrophe like him and slept through the decline of spiritual energy for five hundred years?
He didn't have that much time to capture him alive, so he had to wait closer to control the strength, beat him to death, extract his soul and leave, and then interrogate the details after he calmed down.
Perhaps, he could ask for news about a god in trouble, which would be a windfall.
Flying over the top of the mountain, his eyes met with that weird boy's. The Man God was suddenly struck by his heart. Why didn't that boy's eyes waver at all? He was so indifferent that he didn't look like a human being should have when he was in danger.
He was just about to whip his whip when the trees in front of him grew wildly and green mist filled the air, and he lost sight of the boy.
The Barbarian God almost laughed angrily. Even if he wanted to resolve the Twilight Grass Liquid that was causing trouble in his body, he was not a little Mao God who could be manipulated by others, but was tricked into entering an inexplicable wooden illusion.
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He stamped his feet and shouted: "Broken!"
The Shinto incense turned into black gas and rolled forward.
The simplest way for high-level people to deal with low-level illusion attacks is to rely on strength. With just one attack, the opponent can suffer the backlash of the illusion and suffer its consequences.
The little guy who dares to trap him with illusions has no idea how high the sky is and how high he is.
The huge trees shook wildly, their branches and leaves made a "kacha" sound, and some trees were broken. However, what surprised the Barbarian God was that he could not break the illusion in front of him with one blow. Green mist surrounded him, and the grass, shrubs and vines grew crazily and wrapped around him.
For a moment, he couldn't tell clearly whether this was a spell or an illusion?
Of course, he would not let vegetation entangle him. All the vines, grass stems, branches and leaves within five feet of him were turned into ashes. With a wave of his right hand, "pop", the mountain whip hit the giant tree in front of him. .
Whether it was a spell or an illusion, he didn't believe it could block his whip attack.
The trees collapsed and fell like a mountain, and debris of branches and leaves were flying in the sky, and the vision suddenly opened up.
He saw the boy in black robe standing alone in front of a broken tree thirty feet away, still with a disgusting expression. The mountain badger rushed in front to block his whip, and rolled away like a cloud and mist. The mountain ridge crashed into it, and with a "boom", a hole appeared in the rock, and the mountain badger disappeared without a trace.
"Tangled!"
The Barbarian God heard a low voice that was indifferent and indifferent to humans. He wanted to fight against the trouble in his body. He slowed down a beat and let the six dark red vines that jumped up from the ground wrap around his body. He was also a little careless and didn't think that the winding technique was bullshit. can cause trouble to him.
"Heiyan, burn it for me!"
The dark red vines were burning with black flames and crackling, but the vines were not burned or broken for a while.
The Barbarian God was a little panicked. He didn't expect this kid to be so weird. The spells he used every time were unusually difficult to deal with.
"Tsk", the sword light pierced from the sky from thirty feet away. The Barbarian God no longer dared to underestimate the enemy. Black mist rose from his body, sharp energy and cold light hit his body, making a harsh friction sound.
Zhang Wenfeng had already escaped from the strange state of transforming into a tree. He felt that the "Giant Tree Rebirth Technique" he had just used was unexpectedly powerful. It was able to trap a third-level savage god for a moment, which was enough for him to be proud of.
Moreover, the magical power "Intertwining Curse" cast in that state doubled the toughness of the thorn-hook wire vine.
He did not dare to come forward and swing his sword to kill, fearing that the Barbarian God would have a way to make him suffer a big loss. With a calm expression, he stabbed the gap between the huge vines with black flames with his sword one after another. He did not seek merit but sought no fault. Just try to delay as much time as possible.
He still has his strongest sword power unused. If the Barbarian God escapes and Tu Ling and the others haven't arrived yet, he will use it to delay for a while. The mountain badger blocks the whip for him. He doesn't know whether he will live or die. He has no reason to let go of sin. The haunted brute god.
He will not be arrogant enough to think that he has the ability to kill gods.
Being able to trap the Barbarian God in this way by chance, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.
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