"Dongdongdongdong--"

There was a knock at the temple gate, but no one spoke, only a low and hoarse whimper, and the knocks came from the edge window, which made people feel bleed. It seemed that many ghosts had accumulated outside. At this time, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the broken paper at the window made a low whistle, as if someone was crying.

"Master!"

The sleeping boy and girl were awake. The girl opened her eyes wide and looked out of the door in the distance with panic.

"A bunch of evil deeds!"

The old monk frowned and said, "Concentrate on your mind and use the master to teach you the Pure Heart and Universal Magical Skills to fight against the shaken mind."

"Yes, Master!"

The boy and the girl sat down together, muttering words.

Xiao Jingyu frowned and did not speak first.

At this moment, the temple gate was pushed open with a creaking sound. There were only two figures, one big and one small, outside. It seemed that the adult was holding the child. The adult's head was gone, only one body. The child was holding a lantern with two blood-red light in his hand, and stood at the door. The child said in a shrill voice: "You...you...you...you...you see my mother's head?"

Suddenly, the expression of the young girl next to the old monk changed drastically.

I squinted my eyes and even smiled at the corner of my mouth.

The wind blew, and the bonfire lit up the place in front of the door. There was a headless woman in a blue skirt holding a child with a hideous expression. The lantern in the child's hand was not a lantern, it was clearly a woman's head, with blood-red eyes, looking at us so charmingly.

"ah……"

On the side, the girl screamed and her face was pale. The boy recited the tricks and gritted his teeth to fight the invasion of the ghost energy outside.

"Okay, you two evil spirits!"

The old monk stood up and said lightly: "You are here to do something, and you are trying to find someone to be a scapegoat?"

As he said that, the old monk suddenly blasted out his palm, and the spiritual aura was awe-inspiring, and suddenly the aura swept across like a giant dragon, smashing the bodies of two evil spirits, one big and one small in front of him, as if he was crushing an ant to death.

"Old guy, there are some tricks."

In the night, a blood-stained bone claw suddenly pierced from the wind and headed straight to the old monk's chest.

"Master, be careful!" The young man was shocked.

The old monk shouted softly, formed seals with his hands, and golden energy was everywhere, and he shouted softly: "We wait for the monks on the mountain to come down the mountain to subdue demons and demons. If you have any means, come!"

His palms were pushed out at once, and they immediately collided with the blood-stained bone claw. The bone claws were broken, and the old monk was also shocked to retreat. Just as his body was not stable, a thin blue mist came out of the rain curtain and turned into a palm and was hardly imprinted on his chest.

"Peng—"

The old monk fell out directly, and his body hit the decaying and shaking statue of the mountain god behind him. The young girl rushed over and supported the old monk, eagerly.

"Old guy."

In the rain, a low and hoarse voice came: "Your two disciples, such as a pair of golden boys and jade girls, are both good ghost artifacts. I handed over two disciples to me as a furnace. Otherwise, you wouldn't have thought of walking out of this deserted temple alive. This business is good. Anyway, these two disciples were the ones you used to trick them up the mountain from their parents at the foot of the mountain."

"Don't think about it!"

The old monk was anxious and stood up with the base of the mountain god statue, saying, "As long as I have a breath, you will not be able to make any decisions about your evil deeds!"

"A mere Linggang Realm has a great tone."

The ghost in the rain smiled and said, "I don't know, I thought your old man had already reached the peak of his eternal life!"

"The Linggang Realm is really not enough to see!"

At this time, without me speaking, Xiao Jingyu had already walked out, without the Lihuo Fan in his hand, so he raised his hand and shook his empty hand, with a somewhat handsome and open manner. He stood in front of the old monk and two disciples, and smiled and said, "Come on, Linggang Realm is really not enough. My early stage of the Cave Void Realm should be enough for you to grasp it, right?"

In the rain, laughter came, and the ghost laughed extremely rampantly: "Xiao Jingyu, are you looking for death? Or is your master Duan Wuya so anxious to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person?"

"Don't fight, don't get out!"

Xiao Jingyu is not a good temper. At the same time, he said to me in the heart lake: "Immortal Master, I'm afraid I can only resist for a while. There are more than a powerful ghost outside this mountain temple, but there are many, and even Jiang Yunzhu may have arrived. I have followed the immortal master to practice for the past few days, and I have benefited from the immortal master's character and want to be a hero, but I guess it won't last long."

"It's okay, just hit it."

"Yes, I'll obey the order!"

Not far away, the old monk cast a grateful look, and the two young girls looked at Xiao Jingyu with admiration and envy.

...

The next moment, Xiao Jingyu raised his hand and sacrificed a sneak sword. It was the weapon that sneaked into my attack. The sword was in awe-inspiring manner and he was actually a sword cultivator. The moment he set out his sword, there were blue spear tips stabbing Xiao Jingyu in the rain curtain outside, and the latter danced like a very handsome sword technique, pushing the blue spear tips away one by one.

I couldn't help but complain in my heart: "Embroidered pillows are not useful..."

Xiao Jingyu couldn't help laughing: "The lesson of the immortal master is that I hope that after this battle, if I, Xiao Jingyu, can still be alive, I can give you no hesitation and reward me with one or two peerless sword techniques."

"I'm thinking too much, get out."

"Okay."

Just when Xiao Jingyu was fighting fiercely against the evil spirits outside the Mountain Temple, I came straight to the statue of the Mountain God. It was full of spider webs. I don’t know how long it took for anyone to visit. But I walked to the window, stomped my feet gently, and said lightly: “Come out?”

Suddenly, a man walked out of the statue of the mountain god who was so worn and almost collapsed at any time. He looked very gentle. He was a middle-aged man wearing a blue shirt with strands of broken golden patterns on his body. He was the trace after the golden body was broken. He just clasped his fists gently: "The imperial edict of the Immortal Master, what are the demands?"

"Ask?"

I smiled slightly: "What can you useless mountain god make me ask for?"

He looked guilty: "What the immortal master taught is that he just... he couldn't help himself."

"Tell me, everything happened here."

"Yes, the Immortal Master!"

The former mountain god said: "At the beginning, Song Ling was once a mountain god who had a golden body and cultural fortune. This ancient battlefield was originally not an ancient battlefield. Within hundreds of miles of beautiful mountains and rivers, it was a place with outstanding people and spiritual land in the southeast of the Daduan Dynasty in ancient times. Unfortunately, this place became a battlefield. The Daduan Dynasty was torn apart, the country's destiny, and the literary fortune and military fortune were lost. But I, the mountain god who was in charge of the southern mountain of Daduan Dynasty, had only one battle. Unfortunately, the ghost was too strong. Zhou Li's sword directly broke my golden body, and Jiang Yunbao was more like a tarsal maggot, constantly eroding my golden body incense. So today, I, the mountain god in Yingfeng Mountain, could not even defeat some ordinary ghosts, and could only hide in the statue and panic all day long, waiting for the statue to collapse and die and disappear."

"Pity is pitiful."

I pursed my lips and said, "But it is precisely because of your incompetence that this ancient battlefield has become what it is today. There are scenes of ghosts everywhere. The righteousness of heaven and earth has almost disappeared here. Don't you, Song Ling, feel guilty?"

Song Ling gritted his teeth and clasped his fists and said, "I wish I could apologize for death, but... But I still want to guard this mountain temple. Even if it is just a place to stand, at least some innocent people can avoid the invasion of some weak ghosts here."

"knew."

I waved my hand gently and said, "What I said before is indeed correct. You useless mountain god, really have nothing to ask for."

Song Ling's face turned pale. He bowed again, ignored me, and walked back to the statue.

...

He is a mountain god with integrity and character. Unfortunately, he was born at the wrong time. After the ancient battlefield became an ancient battlefield, it was obvious that no civilians would come here to incense and pray for blessings. After losing the incense, the position of the gods became no longer stable. Song Ling was actually just waiting for the day when his cultivation was gone and turned into nothingness.

I want to do something, but what can I do?

When I thought of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. I originally wanted to come to the ancient battlefield to find out the assassination of the Dragon Knight, but now I met Xiao Jingyu and Nan Fei. It seemed that I had been involved in this quagmire. Since cause and effect have been planted, it doesn't seem like my style if I don't do anything. And Master Xiao Chen also said that it will be of great benefit to me to refine my mind here. If that's the case, then make a big fuss!

I looked up at the statue of the mountain god, and I couldn't help laughing, being high above, but what's the use?

...

At this moment, Xiao Jingyu in front of him continuously cut off the tip of the green spear that was flying from outside, but he was reluctant to defend himself. Just as he used up his sword, a red palm suddenly appeared in front of his chest, making him unable to defend himself. He was directly hit and his body floated towards the mountain god statue. With this blow, the mountain god statue might be shattered.

Song Ling, seek benevolence and get benevolence.

"Swish!"

When Xiao Jingyu retreated, a shadow jumped behind him, held his back with one hand, and smiled and said, "Just say your sword technique is an embroidered pillow, are you convinced?"

He flattered repeatedly: "The immortal master is ahead of his knowledge, and he is convinced!"

"Get out."

I grabbed his collar and threw it to Nan Fei. Then I suddenly looked up, feeling a huge force falling from the sky, and the breath was sensation. The next moment, a blood-covered white bone arm pierced through the roof of the mountain temple and blasted towards the mountain god statue.

"snort!"

At the same time, a roar came from outside: "Song Ling, you, a waste with a golden body, die sooner or later. I will do your best!"

“Bold!”

I jumped up, picked up a mouthful of holy energy in the realm of eternal life, and kicked it out suddenly. The majestic holy energy rushed backwards like a waterfall, directly smashing the bone arms in the air into pieces, and even kicking the top of the entire hall into powder, and there was nothing to fall down.

"Jiang Yun Porridge, get out!"

I looked up at the sky and smiled and said, "If you want to fight, just beat it, be more refreshing! Anyway, fight it early and fight it late, and you will fight it sooner or later!"

...

In the air, Yinyu was kicked by me, and a giggling voice came: "Tsk tsk, Master Lu, Master Lu, you have such a bad temper, your good cultivation, and your handsome face, I really want to fall in love with you."
Chapter completed!