The South China Sea Sword Demon said he was going to watch the fun and was flying. The group followed behind and looked at the sloppy old man in front. I whispered to the master beside me and said, "Master, where is this person from?"

The master walked slowly, but every step was six or seven meters long. He felt that the space had become smaller under his feet. He heard my inquiry and turned back and said, "This person is one of the famous casual cultivators on the islands of the South China Sea. Like your subordinate Yu Jiayuan, they are all water beasts. Because they have become masters of the first swordsman, they are called the South China Sea Sword Demon, and they are very good at the means. He also has a senior brother, who is even more mysterious. The man is called the South China Sea Sword Demon. If you forget your age, you are his disciple. However, the man is mysterious and you don't know whether he is dead or alive..."

When I heard the master say that this person is "very capable", I knew that the South China Sea sword demon might be more powerful than most of the practitioners I have met. However, although this person is a monster, he does not avoid his background and is open and honest. He looks like an interesting person.

We quickly shuttled through the forest, and because we were all practitioners, we arrived at the scene soon. But we saw more than a dozen men and women wearing monk robes in front of us, of varying ages and bald heads.

These people seemed to be trapped in a man-controlled bush of man-eating flowers. In the colorful sea of ​​flowers, countless barbed vines were raised, and they were swaying in the air, some were like whips, and some were like claws. Count carefully, among the thirteen people in the field, four of them were lying on the ground. They were tied tightly by the vines as thick as babies' arms, and were constantly dragged into a bud of plants and trees as big as water tanks.

And among the flowers, there was a faint green mist floating, radiating everywhere, probably poisonous, which made the group of people not have much power to fight back.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but be surprised. Logically, Huangshan is also a place where people are frequent, and basically there will be no such natural cannibal flowers. At this moment, is it because someone is manipulating these behind the scenes?

The South China Sea Sword Demon arrived in advance, squinted his eyes and looked back, and said to my master: "Old Tao, looking at the postures of these people, it seems to be the monks and nuns in the Hanging Temple. These guys are not eating and chanting Buddha's name in the temple, but they run here to wander around. Maybe it's just for the Huangshan Dragon Python. Tell me, in order to eliminate the disaster, are we just standing by and watching the fun?"

As he said this, my master smiled and shook his head and said, "The sky is great and the earth is great, and human life is the greatest. The Buddha said that saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can we not save it when we die?"

The South China Sea Sword Demon curled his lips and said, "Everyone knows the high-sounding words, but I can tell you that there is poison in the flower array, so you can take it easy."

The master smiled and said, "If you don't enter the flower array, you can save people. Together, I'll help you take action."

His words were said to Mao Tongzhen, the real person in Lieyang behind him. After hearing this, my uncle Mao walked out of the back row, his hands were shaking, and a flame seemed to ignite in his eyes, and he muttered something. After a few seconds, he suddenly slapped forward.

boom!

But when he saw his hands burning like a soldering iron, he slapped in the air, it rubbed violently with the air, and two yellow flames appeared. After he rubbed and rubbed, it turned into a fire dragon, spreading its teeth and claws, rolling towards the flower array.

Uncle Mao did not enter the formation, but stood firmly outside. However, his hands were dancing, and the fire dragon followed. As soon as he entered the formation, countless vines came to block it. However, the fire dragon was very hot. Wherever he passed, all the vines turned into black charcoal and were no longer energetic. The blue mist also condensed into countless claw shadows. Compared with the fire dragon, the two sides kept rolling, fighting for each other, which seemed extremely fierce.

When Master Mao saw these spiritual blue mists, his eyebrows raised, and his face moved like a black pot, and he said coldly: "Qingmu Yigang?"

As he spoke, the fire dragon transformed from his Fierce Sun Palm was caught by countless blue mists and could not move. However, he calmly pinned his ten fingers and shouted suddenly: "Ten sons compete for the throne and turn them into snakes!"

I stared at the front with all my concentration, but I saw the trapped fire dragon suddenly fission in an instant, turning into ten fire snakes, scattering and splitting.

These fire snakes were not at all different from the green aerosols, but drilled to the ground and burned all the vines and huge man-eating flowers. The huge flower array turned into a sea of ​​fire. In this raging flame, the green aerosols could no longer show their power. They were defeated and gradually weakened and disappeared.

Uncle Mao is really worthy of being called Lieyang Zhenren. His method of playing with fire was superb. He reduced countless strengths without entering the formation, which was really surprising. The monks and nuns trapped in the flower formation escaped in a panic. Unfortunately, only eight of the original thirteen people were whole, one was seriously injured, and the other four people were lying in the sea of ​​fire forever.

This situation is really helpless, and among the monks and nuns, there was a young monk with an arrogant expression and acne-faced face shouting at Uncle Mao: "That Taoist, you're about to extinguish the fire, my junior sister is there!"

Maybe he was anxious, or he had such an attitude on weekdays. When he spoke, he was domineering. I looked in the direction he pointed, but I saw that there was indeed a woman lying on the ground. She was facing down and couldn't see clearly. But looking at the little bald head, she was indeed beautiful. Uncle Mao was quite arrogant. He was alone on weekdays, so he obeyed my master's instructions in Maoshan. He would not pay attention to the instructions of the little monk, just pretending that he didn't know and continued to do it. However, I saw that the woman seemed to be still moving, probably still alive. It was really pitiful to burn him to death like this, so I glanced at my master.

My master nodded, so I gently tapped my toes without hesitation, rushed into the fire alone, came to the woman, stretched out her hand, hugged her, and then turned back.

The reason why I dared to go there was something to rely on. One is that my body trained by magic skills can resist most of the toxins, and the other is that the magic power is in my body, and I am not afraid of vines entanglement. After I carried the woman out of the fire, I put her on the ground and looked at her carefully. It turned out that she was really a little nun with beautiful eyes, like a porcelain doll, which made people feel distressed, but looking at her blue face, she was obviously infected with toxins.

Just as I was about to look carefully, a person suddenly rushed out from the side, pushed me away, lay on the little girl, and shouted: "Little junior sister, little junior sister..."

This person was the young monk who roared at Elder Mao just now. He was said to be a monk serving the Buddha's master. But looking at his appearance, he felt like he had more love. I was pushed by him and felt angry. However, after he called "Junior Sister", he turned around and shouted at me: "There are still a few people inside, you can save them all!"

I was so angry that I laughed. When these bald donkeys fled just now, they were in a panic and didn't even save their own people. As a result, they even commanded me now.

I just saw that the little nun was still moving, and then I took action. The other few people were already sucked into jerky meat by the vines. They were burned and left with a handful of ashes saved a lot of trouble. Why bother to risk me to snatch them back?

I remained motionless. At first, the young monk came to his senses for Zeng Zhixiu, stood up and shouted at me, "Why are you standing there? I'm asking you to save people, don't have any ears?"

He was so irritable that the South China Sea sword demon next to him also smiled and said to me: "Big nephew, I said don't save people, just because I am afraid that the story of the farmer and the snake in ancient times will happen again. Look, it's better to watch the fun..."

I just smiled and didn't say much. At this moment, my master was present. Even if I had a temper, I would not dare to show it in front of my master. However, there was still a sensible person in the other party. But an old monk with a gray beard squeezed up and bowed to us. He called the Buddha's name "Amitabha" and then shouted to the young monk: "Zhi Rice, these fellow Taoists have saved me. Not only are you not grateful, but you also speak ill of bad words, have you made an angry thoughts, and haven't you woke up?"

As he said this, he took out a stick to knock on the wooden fish from his arms and suddenly knocked it on the forehead of the Zhiri.

This is called "Bangkow", which is a Buddhist ritual. However, when other people touch it gently, the old monk knocked it hard. With a stick, a big bruised bag immediately appeared on Zhiri's forehead, and the skin around him turned red and swollen. After knocking, the old monk turned around, bowed to us, and told his own words: "I chant the temple is far away, and I have received help from all fellow Taoists to save my monk's disciples at the critical moment of life and death. I don't know who you are. I will leave a name for you to date in the future."

My master said with a gentle voice: "Maoshan Tao Jinhong, who brought his disciples to get a lost item, and when he passed by, he naturally could not stand by and watch - this one is the South China Sea sword demon, which is the way he led."

The master spoke calmly, and the monk Fayuan kicked his eyes and shouted in surprise: "But the head of Maoshan Sect, Tao Jinhongtao Zhenren?"

My master nodded calmly and said, the old monk and the few people next to him were surprised and met again. It was noisy for a while. After a while, the two sides communicated and learned that among them, Monk Fayuan and another master were headed by the group. However, the master had been plotted against him and had already been in the flower formation. As for why they came, it was because the Huangshan Dragon Python was caught in this because his disciples had a conflict with a strange dwarf.

Speaking of the man, Monk Fayuan said with lingering fear: "That man took a really good method to attract us all the way. Then he sowed the seeds in his hand on the ground, and a green aura fell to the ground. The huge flower array turned into a murderous intent... "

I frowned next to me. Why does this dwarf sound so familiar?
Chapter completed!