Countless Chun Shui Ji smiled faintly. Under the dark sky, they seemed to have become the brightest light source in the world.
Broken ruins, blood all over the ground, and in the distance, lights that seemed to emit strange colors, and various impetuous sounds floating in the air, like bamboos dancing, or someone screaming in pain. call……
All scenes are like absurd portraits, illuminated by some invisible power, and finally transmitted back to the top of Wangjiang Mountain.
On the top of the mountain, there are four light curtains floating.
One of the light curtains related to Hongsheng Martial Arts School was the quietest. The scene was frozen in the martial arts performance field of the martial arts school, and there had been no movement for a long time.
The martial arts arena was also empty, there was no one around, but there was a mess all over the floor that had not been cleaned up.
There is also a light curtain, centered on the old site of Yaofangyuan, radiating the general scene within a three-mile radius.
It's only three miles in radius. In fact, Mingyuefang is much bigger than that.
But compared to the small light screen, the radius of three miles seemed too big.
This super-proportioned display made everything in the light curtain look very small and strange. Among the monks observing the scene, someone suddenly said in surprise: "No, is this Chun Shui Ji getting stronger again? Take a look, these Does the total number of Chun Shui Ji's shadows always remain at three hundred and sixty-five?"
Some monks said solemnly: "Three hundred and sixty-five, the number of stars in the sky! There must be a profound meaning in the change of Chun Shui Ji."
Someone next to the elder of the Xie family asked in a low voice: "Elder, Chun Shui Ji has grown so much, should we summon the family again? Has the family responded to the previous summons?"
Elder Xie also replied in a low voice: "Mingyuefang is originally the territory of Qionghua Pavilion. Qionghua Pavilion has not asked for help, so we can only watch from a distance."
After a moment of pause, he sneered again: "Didn't someone from the city patrol department go in? Let's see what that person is capable of!"
The person next to Elder Xie said: "Elder, Mr. Ye is actually mixed up with this swordsman in black. This man is very mysterious and I don't know..."
For some reason, he couldn't continue what he said next.
It’s not that I can’t say it, it’s that I don’t know how to say it.
With such a combination of Ye Sheng and the mysterious man in black, who knows what will happen next?
Elder Xie also did not speak again, and the two of them were silent for a while.
The so-called man in black in the light curtain is naturally Song Ciwan.
She was wearing the vest of Lu Zhong, the swordsman in black, and stood beside Ye Sheng. Seeing countless Chun Shui Ji dancing gracefully on top of the ruins, some of them even shuttled past them.
There was even Chun Shui Ji walking towards Ye Sheng and Song Ciwan as if they were hugging each other.
Song Ciwan stepped aside gently and refused to embrace Chunshui Ji.
Ye Sheng, however, stood still and did not move until Chun Shui Ji came face to face with him and passed through his body - compared to the real world, Ye Sheng was a non-existent shadow, but to Ye Sheng, Chun Shui Ji is also a phantom that does not exist.
The two sides do not exist for each other. This feeling is very wonderful.
Ye Sheng's pale face was slightly red. He raised one hand, clasped his thumb on his middle finger, and made a Taoist gesture. He kept chanting: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, bless my heart. Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, bless me." My heart is pure..."
Song Ciwan thought there was something wrong with him not dodging, but it turned out that Ye Sheng was actually exercising his concentration.
Looking at Zhou Bo and Wang Yi in the ruins again, Wang Yi closed his eyes tightly and allowed countless Chun Shui Ji to grope on his body, but he never opened his eyes.
What's interesting is that although the Chunshui Princesses are coiled around him, there is actually a slight distance between the two through the golden light protection of the word "Buyu", and the Chunshui Princesses cannot really touch him. Wang Yi!
As for Zhou Bo, Zhou Bo did not close his eyes. Instead, he kept his eyes open while chanting in a low voice: "No self, no human, no sentient beings, no longevity, red skull, white bones." Skin and flesh..."
"Red pink skull, white bones and flesh..."
"Witch, you can't confuse me!"
He shouted lowly, and the green light on his body surged again.
The raccoon slave was held in his arms, arching his body slightly as the green light floated on his body, and let out a weak meow.
Several Chun Shui Ji who were closest to Zhou Bo let out delicate screams of pain, bang bang bang!
Once again, three figures of Chun Shui Ji exploded in the air, turning into nothingness and smoke.
In the surrounding void, the same number of Chun Shui Ji soon came out of thin air. Some Chun Shui Ji were crying and some were laughing.
The one crying just said: "Mr. Lang is so cruel. Yesterday, we were still in love with each other. Today, we want to kill each other. Is it true that the most fickle person in the world is a man?"
The one who smiled said softly and quietly: "Aren't you a scholar, Mr. Lang? Why do you rely on Buddhist scriptures to cultivate your mind? Mr. Lang, your mind is confused, isn't it?"
"Mr. Lang, come and see my house. Isn't it beautiful?"
"Mr. Lang, you scholars often say that there are faces like jade in books, so come and see, is it the face like jade in your book that is more beautiful, or the one in real life like this?"
One after another, all kinds of sounds are like magic sounds penetrating the ears. Each sound must penetrate the human eardrum and directly hit the human heart.
Zhou Bo didn't answer, but Chunshui Ji said: "Mr. Lang, are you really going to abandon Confucianism? You only know how to recite sutras, but you don't dare to answer me. You are guilty, hehehe..."
"Red skull, white bones and flesh..." Zhou Bo's chanting suddenly stopped. He hugged the raccoon slave tightly in his arms, looked directly at one of the Chun Shui Ji and said, "Witch, you can't shake me! If you don't believe it, Why don't you and I make a bet?"
"If you lose, then reveal your true form!"
Chunshui Ji smiled and said: "Then if the slave family wins, will the husband also reveal his true identity?"
"Hey, it can't work! Lang Jun's true body was originally here, so as a bet, the slave family has lost money."
"Mr. Lang, if you lose, I won't take your life. I just need you to wrap your feet. How about that?"
Zhou Bo immediately said: "It's very good. Based on this oath and the document as evidence, student Zhou Bo will bet with the witch..."
As he spoke, the hand holding the Taoist formula suddenly changed its gesture, and a blank scroll flew out from his wide sleeve.
The scroll instantly unfolded in the air. Zhou Bo waved the pen between his fingers, dipped a little ink from the ink bag at his waist, and wrote a bet document on the scroll in the blink of an eye.
This series of actions seems to be a long story to describe, but in fact Zhou Bo's hand is so fast that it almost creates an afterimage. In just the blink of an eye, the written document flies out, and in a moment it breaks into countless parts, each of which flies towards Got a Chun Shui Ji!
Chun Shui Ji from all directions suddenly screamed.
(End of chapter)
