There are several thatched cottages in the valley, which are quiet and bright, making it an ideal place for a secluded vacation.
Xiao Jiang considered the problem according to the thinking of real people, but he didn't expect that this place is more than one or two hundred kilometers away from the city, there are no roads and no cars, and who in the wilderness would come here.
"wrong."
Xiao Jiang suddenly smelled a trace of blood coming from the valley. He looked at each other and rushed towards the valley with the old monk. When he got near the hut, he saw another corpse in front of the hut.
When Xiao Jiang saw the burnt wounds, he couldn't help but said with a stiff face:
"It's the Flame Knife again. Master, do you know where the Changchun Spring is?"
The old monk folded his hands and chanted the Buddha's name, pointed to a cliff behind the hut and said:
"It's at the foot of the mountain, but those two people are right next to the spring."
Xiao Jiang's cultivation level is far inferior to that of the old monk, but his perception ability has been superimposed and evolved. When he listened carefully, he heard bursts of laughter.
They could hear it, and the other party should also know that they were coming. Xiao Jiang and the old monk did not hide themselves and walked along the path to a small forest. There was a small puddle about three feet in front of the cliff. The water in the puddle was from the mountain wall. A small hole flows out, and a stone tablet beside the spring has the words "Eternal Spring" written on it.
This is the most bizarre Changchun Fountain of Youth among Tianlong. Drinking the water here will make you immortal, but if you don’t drink water for a few days, you will age and die. For the people living here, it is the source of their life, but now they don’t need it. , because they were all killed by the people at the spring.
Murong Longcheng was still so aloof and arrogant, but Jiumozhi, who had been drained of cultivation by Xiao Jiang last night, stood beside him with dull eyes.
The old monk stared at Murong Longcheng and said:
"Old donor Murong, you are willing to kill so many people for your ambition, aren't you afraid of being punished by God?"
Murong Longcheng slowly raised his palm and said coldly:
"Old thief Bald, now that you know my secret, don't leave alive. Today I will let you know what the real fate is."
The old monk tied up his monk's robes and said to Xiao Jiang:
"You deal with that monk. It's hard for you to interfere in the fight between me and Murong Longcheng."
Xiao Jiang nodded. The old monk and Murong Longcheng were both masters who had been through innate breakthroughs for many years. If they could form the legendary warrior golden elixir, they could be called land gods. It seemed that he was just a little bit different from them, but they were much different in battle. .
"call."
As he spoke, the old monk and Murong Longcheng jumped up and flew towards the woods ten feet away at the same time. In mid-air, they were two or three feet apart and struck out various palm strikes. Then a burst of explosions and roars exploded the woods, and the two of them There was a sharp spin in the woods, and the trees were seen as if they were stirred by a tornado. Their branches and leaves were flying, and the small trees were uprooted and struck continuously.
Xiao Jiang glanced at it and stopped looking. This kind of battle that relied entirely on cultivation was not good-looking. He looked at the wooden Jiumozhi and muttered:
"You may not be so cruel in nature, but Murong Lao Immortal used your hands to massacre hundreds of people. Jiumozhi, it would be best for you to see your Buddha."
As soon as Xiao Jiang said this, he rushed forward. Jiumozhi, who was originally dull, his eyes lit up like a robot starting up. As soon as his body turned, his hands brought fire and he cut out in a series. I saw hot sword auras flying in the air. Xiao Jiang Jiang Shuang's palms moved, and the Liu Yang palms came out in a series as if they were sealed, and his body burrowed forward through the gap between the swords like a ghost.
At this time, Jiumozhi only had fighting instincts. When he saw Xiao Jiang approaching, he attacked with one hand of the flame knife and the other with the diamond finger. His misaligned steps made it difficult to get close.
Xiao Jiang saw that this guy had a lot of tricks, and he didn't want to tangle with him for too long. His Lingbo Weibu movement reached its limit, and dense phantoms of Xiao Jiang suddenly appeared around Jiumozhi. Jiumozhi opened his mouth and roared With a sound, he could be seen waving his hands like a Thousand-Handed Guanyin, and the dense red sword energy spread out like a net.
"Chiliu."
The sword energy appeared and disappeared for no reason. The sword energy net created by Jiumozhi had cut off all the branches within a radius of two feet and ignited them. However, his eyes slowly became dim. He lowered his head and stared at the size of a finger above his heart. As the blood gushed out from the blood hole, Jiumozhi raised his head and looked at Xiao Jiang, and slowly clasped his hands together and said:
"Thank you to the donor for saving me. Jiumozhi was controlled by others and fell into the devil's way. Now he can finally be freed. Amitabha..."
As Jiumozhi spoke, he slowly sat down cross-legged, his eyes gradually closed and his breath disappeared, but his face looked solemn and precious, as if he was holding his breath.
He was dead. Jiumozhi was really dead this time. He looked at the old monk and Murong Longcheng who were still fighting fiercely with their peerless cultivation deep in the woods. He took out a small bomb and stuffed it directly into the spring water. At the water outlet.
"Woooooo...didi...boom."
After a large piece of rocks flew, a huge crater was blasted out of the mountain wall. Xiao Jiang suddenly rushed into the flying rocks and grabbed a silver ball the size of a finger. Before he could pick it up, he heard Murong Longcheng's voice shout. :
"Keep it baby."
As he shouted, Murong Longcheng actually crossed the distance of ten feet in an instant and grabbed it with his big hand. A strong gravitational force appeared on Xiao Jiang's hand. Xiao Jiang quickly clenched his fist and turned his whole body to avoid it.
Xiao Jiang was considered a master in the world, but there was still a slight gap compared with Murong Longcheng. The opponent hit Xiao Jiang's heart with a palm without sucking away the stone.
However, Murong Longcheng was also bold. Xiao Jiang was not the only one here. When he took action, the old monk also swooped over and hit Murong Longcheng's vest with a wave of strength.
This move to siege Wei and rescue Zhao was extremely effective in theory. Even if you were hit at the same level of cultivation, you would be seriously injured even if you were not killed. However, Murong Longcheng ignored the crisis behind him like a madman and blasted out with his palm power.
Xiao Jiang saw that this palm was unavoidable. The opponent was too fast and would inevitably fall behind after dodging. At this time, the old monk's attack also arrived. He flipped the palm of his left hand like a fish swimming into the water, breaking through the energy and Murong Long. Cheng's palms clapped together.
"Pop, touch, pop..."
The hands of Xiao Jiang and Murong Longcheng collided, and at the same time, the old monk's palm force also reached Murong Longcheng's vest. In the end, a large mouthful of dirty blood spurted out of Xiao Jiang's mouth and flew upwards.
"The stars have changed, good work."
Xiao Jiang remembered in mid-air that this guy was the creator of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and deflecting other people's attacks was the most powerful, but he didn't pay attention to this matter in his heart.
In mid-air, from the corner of Xiao Jiang's eyes, he saw Murong Longcheng step forward and grab Xiao Jiang's wrist without hesitation.
"Xiao Jiang, opportunity."
The old monk suddenly shouted at this moment, a smile appeared on Xiao Jiang's lips and he grabbed Murong Longcheng's palm with his backhand. Before he even landed on the ground, he started to use the Beiming Divine Art with all his strength.
Murong Longcheng was good at martial arts, but he had never seen or heard of Beiming's magical skills from Xiaoyao's lineage. He suddenly felt that his cultivation was lost, and he hurriedly used his skills to transfer the suction of Beiming's true energy using the method of star movement.
