Visiting Baihu Ridge again, Zhang Wenfeng looked down from above. Compared with the lush greenery and luxuriant vegetation the year before, the place now had little life for more than 20 miles. The stream had dried up and only scattered low weeds and shrubs with strong vitality remained.
The remaining trees from the past were either struck by lightning and set on fire or burned by humans. The mountains were covered with charred trees that were exposed to the wind and rain.
The dead grass rustled in the wind, and the yellow sand rolled up, filling the eyes with desolation.
Winter seems to be getting worse and worse.
"The mountain roots and water transport here have been exhausted by the land old man, and they will not be able to recover within a few decades. Birds don't poop, and animals don't nest. Well, the more such a wasteland hides an elm tree sprite that lost its family, The more likely it is that by doing the opposite, others will hardly remember this place."
The soil circle hovered over the barren mountain, and a pair of eyes emitted a trace of yellow-orange light, scanning the charred trees, ditches and ridges below.
His piece of flying stone has been transformed into a piece as big as an egg by his cultivation. He keeps it in his sleeve and warms it day and night.
There are also several rare treasures, which were obtained from the opened ring of the guardian of the Witch Clan. They are currently placed in the formation in the cave, and the imprinted breath in them is slowly eliminated by grinding with water, and then he will share the spoils with the temple owner. .
He also carried a blue-black "undersea needle", one of the captured trophies, which was just right for him.
And a small, simple and lifelike copper toad, which was an earth treasure brought out by the temple owner from the underground secret room of the Taoist temple. He recognized it at a glance as his own treasure that integrated attack, protection and soul forging, Gou Ri's Mysterious Toad. The wood was taken away by him and returned to its original owner by the owner of the temple.
With these treasures by his side, he can go anywhere in the world.
At this stage, those old golden elixir guardians spend most of their time in the blessed land meditating and hanging their heads. Even if they are unlucky enough to encounter another guardian chasing and killing them, if he is the only one, he will really dare to let go and make a few moves.
At worst, it's just that you can't fight and run.
He re-refined the copper toad named "Wu Guan", and his ability to escape was three points better than when he encountered the Wu Clan Guardian. He was not bragging.
I heard from the temple owner that the Wu clan is still scraping together rare resources to exchange the three corpses and the golden elixir, which should be in place before the end of the year.
Da'an bit down on some old guys very hard, with a bite that was three points deep into the bones.
Zhang Wenfeng was not idle either. He held in his hand a delicate jade shaped like Ganoderma lucidum Ruyi, which was the wooden magic weapon suitable for him to use after he unlocked the last five forbidden treasures from the secret room.
The Ganoderma jade Ruyi shoots out strands of invisible wood energy, exploring the mountains below.
The escaping elm tree ghost secretly sucked the yin energy of the dead souls and caused great killings. This world cannot tolerate it. It is the same as his vitality wood energy. If he has his own way to detect the energy, but he Not proficient in this.
In the air, the two people staggered and carefully searched the land below. After turning around, the sky was getting dusk.
Tu Kun said hello and landed on a bare rock on the west slope.
"This small piece of land is a bit weird, and there is a cold and evil energy hiding there. You help me sweep the formation, and I will use the method of searching the ground to look for it. If you see an evil spirit escaping later, you can intercept it and kill it. Don't let it escape. .”
"Don't worry, you can't escape it."
Zhang Wenfeng put away Yu Ruyi and drew his sword in his hand.
He also noticed some problems in the nearby area, and it seemed that something unclean was hidden.
But it's not a ghost, he is very sensitive to ghosts.
Fortunately, there were two senior brothers who were able to roughly calculate the whereabouts of the elm tree sprite using divination. Otherwise, finding the thousand-year-old sprite hiding in the elm tree would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.
The two of them wandered around for more than an hour, during which time they didn't encounter a single monk.
In addition to the desolation of this place, other tracking masters have gone to other places in their own ways. It is not certain who will be able to find them.
Tu Kun stood still on the rock, and a yellow light slowly penetrated the ground under his feet and spread deep in all directions.
About a word of time passed, and Tu Kun's figure gradually became somewhat blurry in the night.
The north wind is blowing, and the yellow sand is blowing.
Zhang Wenfeng suddenly moved. He stepped on the Nine Palace Steps and jumped up. The sword light turned into cold light and poured out. Several groups of escaping black energy made strange "squeaking" sounds and several soft "**" sounds, disappearing in the night sky. in several directions.
This thing is not an elm sprite.
It seems to be another unknown spirit, hiding here with no idea what its purpose is?
A ray of golden light shot out from Tu Kun's body and hit the charred dry wood fifty feet away on the northwest hillside. There was a "Peng" sound and debris and powder flew up. When Zhang Wenfeng arrived, a cloud of transparent black air was mixed with the dust and debris. has gone underground.
"Wait, don't kill me. It's a second-level dream charm. This little thing is rare to see."
Tu Kun hurriedly shouted to stop her, but the temple master slashed her with his sword. Even if she escaped underground, Mengmei would probably die.
He has used his natal magic to "enclose" dozens of feet nearby. Small things can be detected by him as long as they touch them. To the two of them, the second-level Mengmei is a weak chicken. As long as they find other Whereabouts, no matter how you rub it, the meat is on the chopping board.
Mengmei's mental attack was negligible to them.
Zhang Wenfeng put his sword back on the ground and said with a smile: "I will chant the sutra to force it out. You will imprison it later."
All he has mastered are some powerful killing techniques. He is worried about killing a small thing that can enter a dream because of its insignificance. With the combined strength of the two of them, it is more than enough to capture a dream charm alive.
"Read it quickly, read it quickly, I'll keep an eye on it."
Tu Kun urged.
He also has means to force out the little things hiding in the "enclosure", but he doesn't have the master's sutra reading power to use it, and it consumes a lot of money, so it is not cost-effective.
Zhang Wenfeng thought for a moment and realized that the aura on Mengmei's body was similar to that of a Yin spirit, so he recited the first chapter of the "Tao Jing".
Waves of invisible thought power spread to all directions with the night wind.
The sound of the chanting scriptures sounded to Tu Kun's ears like a tidal wave of songs. He felt extremely enjoyable and his heart felt like still water.
Every time the temple owner chants sutras, it can give him different touches and feelings. The spring breeze turns into rain, and small objects are silent, giving him endless aftertaste.
The thought power formed by the soothing scriptures fell to the ground and was suddenly swept away by the wind, like the sword energy urging the soul. The sad and self-pitying Mengmei resisted for a moment, and then staggered out of the ground, filled with grief and anger, and whispered softly. cried:
"Two Immortals, I have devoted myself to cultivation and have never done anything harmful to nature. Why do I need to be so aggressive? I have been chasing you all the way from the north. Please forgive me for once. I will go to the remote and wild places in the south and never appear again. Densely populated.”
Tu Kun shot out a few rays of yellow light from his hand, as thin as a hair, and trapped the small transparent beast that was as big as a fist, and then asked: "Who has been chasing you all the way from the north? Can you say you didn't do it? You have done bad things, how did you get this level of cultivation? Don't tell me that you don't fall into dreams. You can rely on your own cultivation to reach the middle stage of the second level, 'one step at a time', and you can't deceive me. Disturbing other people's dreams is not good. What is doing evil? I'll listen to your excuses."
The transparent blue eyes of Meng Meidan rolled, and she was suddenly speechless.
It is a dream spirit. It does not enter other people's dreams to add fuel to the flames and absorb those happy, sad, or surging emotions. It is difficult for it to break through the realm and improve its strength so quickly.
It also noticed that the short man who trapped it did not look like a human being. There was no doubt that he was a demon, and a very powerful demon at that.
Hey, why bother monsters?
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