The dark green mist spreads thinly, spreading like running water towards the barren mountains. In the small world on the hillside below, a three-foot-tall ancient elm tree with a thousand Qiu Qiu and a hundred knots is revealed, emitting a bright green light, and its vitality is constantly lost with the dense mist.
The green leaves turn yellow and shrink from top to bottom at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Tu Kunwei sighed: "Yu Dao, please go away!"
He shook his sleeves and robe and bowed his hands.
Take out two yellow talismans, recite some words silently, and send them out separately.
Since he knew that Mengmei and that person's clone were the culprits of this disaster, there was absolutely no reason to let them go.
The core fragment of Mengmei's soul in his hand was an important clue for deducing the other two Mengmei clones. In addition to informing Protector Xie, the other person he notified was the mountain chief.
After about a quarter of an hour, all the leaves of the elm tree withered and fell off, and the jade-like dark green trunk gradually lost its luster.
The small world of inches of wood has long since collapsed. In the night wind, there are strange phonological and sutra sounds accompanying it, like the rising and falling of the tide.
An illusory figure of a five-foot-tall old man with an ancient face walked out from the root of the tree. He wore loose clothes and a high crown. He put his hands together and bowed deeply to the chanter who did not ask his name in the air. He thanked the Taoist priest for his salvation in the final stage. deliver.
He has lived for more than a thousand years and listened to sutras and rituals for at least hundreds of years.
For the first time, he felt that the sound of the scriptures made him feel refreshed and ecstatic, like listening to the fairy music.
All the unwillingness and hostility suppressed in the depths of his soul were released. He truly let go of the past and achieved an open-mindedness without worries and returning to illusion.
Zhang Wenfeng held the incense in his left hand, clasped the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and brought the other three fingers together to return a one-handed salute.
The old man Xu Huan bowed his hands to Tu Kun again, and his figure turned into mist, drifting away with the wind.
Tu Kun returned the gift solemnly and watched helplessly as the remaining spirit of the elm tree spirit was liberated and disappeared between heaven and earth. His heart, which had been tempered so hard by Gu Jing Bu Bo, felt a little clogged and uncomfortable.
Depression arises and murderous intent arises.
Zhang Wenfeng threw a few stacks of paper money, burning and falling everywhere. He walked step by step from the air to the lifeless elm tree, still chanting the sutra in his mouth, inserting the remaining incense in his hands side by side on the ground, and stood to finish reciting the sutra.
A gust of mountain wind blew, and the lifeless ancient elm tree collapsed down the hillside like a pile of loose sand.
Yu Wanwan didn't even want to leave his body behind, and consumed all his energy.
The treasures he collected followed him from dust to dust, dust to dust, and all disappeared between heaven and earth.
With a soft "ding-dong" sound, a string of three green elm coins fell from the debris and rolled to Zhang Wenfeng's toes.
Zhang Wenfeng bent down and picked up the delicate jade-like elm coins in his hands, with a smile on his lips. This was a good fortune. The elm coins had "surplus money", and he was about to turn his fortune around.
Tu Kun smiled enviously and said: "Old wood is too old-fashioned, and I won't even give it as a gift. Why don't you be generous and give a bunch of elm coins to each person? What's the point of giving one without giving another?"
He doesn't care about the value of things, but covets the luck that the spiritual energy transforms.
Zhang Wenfeng took the elm coin, which represented good luck, into his arms and pressed it gently. It felt very solid.
He could detect that the miles of ancient elm trees' air flowed through, and there was a different kind of vitality. When spring came next year, grass and trees would grow in this area, and birds and beasts would return, and the dead place would come to life again.
Tu Kun took some time to put the huge boulder back into his sleeves. The two of them landed on the top of the main mountain of Baihu Ridge. They cleared a clean place and set up a coffee table to cook tea and chat while waiting. The two green weavers sat at one end of the coffee table, snuggling up to each other. Not very energetic.
The scourge Mengmei is still alive, but Lao Yushu chose to liberate his soul and return to the underworld.
Why do they think this shouldn't be the ending?
Sadness and sadness.
The first one to arrive was Black Donkey. Relying on his speed, this guy left the second senior brother behind.
"Lu Zijin, you can't help me, why are you coming here to join in the fun?"
Tu Kun's mood swings were just a matter of that time, and he had long since calmed down. He was drinking tea, teasing the donkey, and looking for something to do.
The donkey has become familiar with the peasants. It grinned and bared its teeth, and snorted shamelessly. It just got bored and ran out to join in the fun. Does it need a reason?
After the second senior brother arrived, the first thing he said was: "Take me to their hiding place quickly?"
He needs to use empirical evidence to reverse the mysterious and mysterious art of divination.
To improve any skill, in addition to talent and understanding, the accumulation of experience is very important.
Zhang Wenfeng got up and took his second senior brother to fly to the hillside seven or eight miles away. He pointed out the place where Mengmei was hiding. Then he and the donkey stayed in the air and watched the second senior brother busy. Tu Kun was too lazy to run around and was still on the top of the mountain. The old god is drinking tea.
After using the three hexagrams to repeatedly deduce and predict, for about an hour or so, the second senior brother had a clue in his mind.
When I returned to the top of the mountain, I found two guests, Gao Yi and Feng Qiyue, at the coffee table. I greeted them and exchanged a few words. I heard from them that almost all the free-spirited monks from the nearby states were dispatched. They had received the summons from Protector Xie. Come from other places.
The two of them didn't sit still for long. They took a piece of the imprisoned Dream Soul Core from Tu Kun's hand and hurriedly flew west.
They have their own way to detect the whereabouts of the escaped Mengmei through the fragments. As for whether it is accurate, it depends on luck and level.
The second senior brother took a fragment, arranged a ban nearby, spread out plain cloth and utensils and performed the divination.
If it were normal, Tu Kun would definitely keep such important clues and refuse to take advantage of others easily, but this time it was different. He hated the Meng Mei who was making trouble and the clone that absorbed the essence and blood of dead souls and living creatures. He hated it to the bone and would definitely... If you want to get rid of it quickly.
Not for anything else, just for the sake of Yu Wanwan's sobriety that he would pay for his sins with his life and not be willing to join in the slander.
Because Yu Wanwan was cheated to death by that bullshit big brother's clone.
He felt the same feeling in his heart and was holding back a breath of depression and bad breath.
He wanted to take this tone for Yu Wanwan!
Three more waves of Free Realm masters came from behind, some familiar and some unfamiliar monks, and they divided all the dream soul core fragments from his hands.
I would like to express my gratitude and admiration to both Xianlingguan and Xianlingguan for their integrity and broad-mindedness.
This cold winter night is full of undercurrents and is quite unsettling.
The second senior brother came over with his hair disheveled and handed the visitor a delineated map of Kantu. He said: "We can go to the 'Tiefeng Ridge' area of the Qianluo Mountains to search. They are most likely hiding there."
What he said was "us", including him and Lu Zijin, who rubbed his shoulder hard to please.
He also heard about Yu Wanwan's story and wanted to help.
Tu Kun put away the coffee table, tea sets and other items, waved his hand and said: "Let's go, we can catch the thief while it's dark."
Zhang Wenfeng sent a message to the excited Donkey, saying: "Protect Brother Dian, don't just rush ahead. Our opponent this time is very cunning. The clone's cultivation strength is at least three levels, so don't be careless." ”
The donkey shouted in agreement.
"Don't worry, Master, I will protect the second senior brother and prevent him from being harmed."
It copied scriptures every day, tempered its body, and practiced thunder skills. It did not fail in its morning and evening homework. However, it was stuck at the second-level consummation bottleneck and it was difficult to break through. The progress of its cultivation was as slow as a turtle crawling, and it could not be rushed.
Now that it has such a good opportunity to follow the temple master and the earth protector to hunt down the third-level thieves, it must cherish it and take advantage of it.
It's not afraid of getting hurt, and it's not like it hasn't had head-to-head fights with masters of the autonomous realm.
Its current physical condition is completely different from when it encountered Bian Wuguo in May last year.
Come on, come on harder! Mr. Donkey is not afraid!
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