On the top of the independent treetops, Zhang Wenfeng thought a lot. He watched the sun gushing out in the east, watched the water birds circling and playing on the misty water, and bathed in the red glow of the morning glow. His thoughts turned into a sigh. Let out a breath.
The road is at your feet, walk, watch and take it easy.
Being too anxious won't help. He believes that there is no sure way, it just depends on how to find the certainty.
Flying up into the sky, he came to the place where the evil spirits were raging last night. He noticed that there was Yang evil energy floating around, which was incompatible with the life below. He went to explore higher up, and the spiritual energy and Yang evil energy were waxing and waning.
After patrolling the entire water area, and having a good idea of the range of vitality aura, I explored the other three small islands that looked high due to the water landing, and found some dilapidated buildings that had been submerged in vines and grass for a long time.
Humans in this place have been extinct for at least two to three hundred years.
He saw four islands standing abruptly in the center of the water, standing like pillars. They should be some kind of formation arrangement.
It's a pity that apart from dabbling in Taoist Bagua formation, he doesn't know much else.
Return to the first small island and use magic weapons to dig out a simple cave on the south side of the mud and rocks where the traces of the water surface were left. It is about 12 to 30 feet away from the current water level and about 5 feet away from the top. , arranged a few formation flags, sat cross-legged in the cave, meditated, and adjusted his breath. When his sword power was restored tomorrow, he would go to the dry places outside the water during the day.
He will not be in a hurry to go deep into the yellow sand, but will have to test it slowly, and it is also advisable to take his time when dealing with evil spirits.
He is not arrogant enough to break into the yellow sandy land further away single-handedly, and take great pleasure in killing all the world spirits who dare to take the lead with one strike of his sword.
The right time and place are not favorable, if he breaks in, he will be dealt with miserably and use up the last scapegoat.
Even if you can desperately kill three or two world spirits as a backing, so what?
There are an unknown number of evil spirits in the entire blessed land of unknown size, and they are inexhaustible and even more indestructible.
He would only do a loss-making transaction unless his brain was kicked by a donkey.
There are many large and small fish in the water below the island. There is no doubt about this. He can see it when he penetrates the water with his spiritual consciousness. The waterfowl also told him with their fishing actions. But is there any powerful water monster Jingmei alive? It remains to be seen and tested.
The situation is difficult and one must think more complicatedly and carefully.
Putting treasures and other things aside for the time being, now I focus on survival, and finding a way out is the most important thing.
Chongzhou, Xilian Mountain.
Tu Kun and Shan Chang walked around the barren mountain, up and down. They used their own methods to explore, and then gathered on the rocks of the pool. Shan Chang shook his head and said: "It is related to the secret realm of the blessed land. There are too many interferences, and the hexagram cannot be concluded. Regarding the Lord’s situation, I can only vaguely sense that the viewer’s situation is not good, and he should be able to deal with it.”
He relied on the feeling of the hexagram master to speak ambiguously, which was his skill.
The black donkey following the mountain leader brayed.
Tu Kun guessed what the donkey meant and said: "Be calm, don't you think that Monk Fayuan will go back to seclusion to attack the fourth level? Even if we go to Tianshan Temple, we will not see Monk Fayuan. We will wait for a few days and see him again. Look, the master's ability to save his life is rare in the world. Maybe he will come back in a while, so don't get too anxious."
The mountain leader became more and more calm with experience, nodded and said: "The master of the temple is a lucky person and has his own destiny. Let's go back and wait."
The donkey heard that Tu Kun and the mountain chief agreed, so he followed them back.
However, three months passed after this wait. The weather turned cold and the wild geese flew south.
The donkey held a piece of rice paper dripping with ink in its mouth. It came to Qingzheng Villa and waited for the get out of class to end. It found the mountain leader and handed the rice paper to the mountain leader. Green Xin'er flew out from its back, holding three copper coins and asked the mountain leader for help. They divined the condition of the viewer.
The mountain chief took the ink paper and the copper coins, read the content written by the donkey on the paper, thought for a moment, and said: "I will fast for three days, and then I will do the calculation again. If I still can't calculate the condition of the viewer, I will go with the earth protector." Let’s go to Tianlong Temple and ask Master Baili Chun to do the math.”
In fact, there are many records in the classics about encountering some strange things or being trapped in secret lands while exploring the blessed land.
Even if you don't return home for several years, it is common, and there are many accidents and deaths.
Every few days, the mountain chief would use other methods to calculate fortunes. It was just like the first time. He felt that the master was in trouble, but his life was worry-free. The donkey was thinking about things day by day and night by night. The dream means that the viewer is in danger.
He knew that the relationship between the donkey and the viewer was unusual.
I can't bear to brush off the donkey's sincerity.
The secret of heaven cannot be leaked, nor can it be constantly measured. Every time he makes a real calculation, it will hinder him to some extent.
The Earth Protector knew this, but Donkey didn't know the details, so he solemnly asked him to make a calculation using hexagram gold.
I just hope that the owner of the temple is safe and sound, and that all misfortunes can be turned into good fortune.
Personal injury is nothing.
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Zhang Wenfeng held a sword in each hand and fought with several world spirits and countless ghosts in the yellow sand and mist. The sky was dark and the earth was dark. Five miles away from the edge of the water, he was stepping on dry and cracked ground, immersed in the In the calm state of mind, he used several distractions. Each of the two swords used a sword skill, and he fought and retreated towards the water.
Three months passed, and he fought countless times with the evil spirits in the blessed land.
Sometimes he accidentally fell into the opponent's ambush, sometimes he fell into the opponent's ambush intentionally. Back and forth, he had killed four third-level world spirits. However, he found that there were far more than nine evil spirits in the blessed land. He didn't know exactly how much.
Those guys are arrogant, cunning, and scheming with each other, but when they get the chance, they will launch a crazy attack on him. They regard him as an outsider as an enemy and a monk born with hatred. Even if they pretend to communicate with him, it is just a trap.
Then it attracts other world spirits to come and besiege them. After a big battle, there are often countless casualties.
Of course, all those who died were the ghosts of evil spirits, and he would be injured. The most dangerous one was to use a "Landscape Moving Talisman", which was 30% less effective than the outside movement, allowing him to escape from many surroundings unexpectedly.
Zhang Wenfeng cut through the yellow sand and fog with his sharp swordsmanship, and his eyes suddenly opened up, as if he had walked from night to day, and retreated to the waterside without any danger.
The vitality and water vapor here form a natural defense, preventing Yang evil spirits from entering, and the besieging evil spirits and ghosts curse and retreat.
The battle lasted for two-quarters of an hour. Zhang Wenfeng was very exhausted, and the protective light on his body was dim. He could not find the opportunity to use the magical power of the sword. Those cunning evil spirits deliberately avoided in the fog of yellow sand to guard against his blow. Must kill.
If a trick is used for a long time, it will often lose its power.
The deterrent effect is still there, he can use a feint to frighten the attack momentum of evil spirits and ghosts at critical moments.
He stepped on the water and rushed to the small island seven or eight miles away. The Yuan Qi he consumed would take three days of meditation and breath adjustment to recover. The spiritual energy here was precious and scarce, and could not be compared with the Fairy Spirit Temple.
He couldn't bear to swallow the pill, and he didn't absorb the spiritual energy from the spiritual energy stone to replenish the consumption in his body. He couldn't bear it.
He still doesn't know how long he will be trapped here. So far, he has not seen the slightest hope of escaping.
The elixirs and spirit stones on his body can be a life-saving straw for him to survive for a while.
After flying for about three miles, the lake breeze was blowing on his face, cool and comfortable. Zhang Wenfeng suddenly flew up, leaped about three feet in the air, suddenly turned around, and rushed in the other direction more than ten feet into the sky. "Crack... bang", a sound The green and black shadow struck the empty space fiercely, wiping away the afterimage.
There were huge waves in the water.
Zhang Wenfeng stared condescendingly at the gradually calming water, his eyes showing a cold look.
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