"This is a mantra!"

The man in black robe shouted, "Break his spell!"

The strong man drew his sword, slashed a circle of floor tiles, and rushed out of the temple gate.

Although this person is tall and burly, he is extremely agile. He pulls out a bitter cold air and slashes at the boy in front of his head.

"etc……"

The boy did not exert any force, nor did he overflow his silk energy. He floated back several feet with his back basket, causing the sword that emitted a long breath to fade.

The strong man jumped to one side and exclaimed: "This is a ghost or a human!"

The young man in green clothes followed him out of the temple gate, and the long sword shook out the faint green sword light, attacking the young man like a spiritual snake.

The young man whispered: "No matter whether he is a ghost or a human, please ask if you kill him!"

The boy waved a ray of purple light and gently patted the broken sword light.

The young man caught a cold air and said, "At least it's a natural!"

The boy sighed: "I said..."

Someone interrupted him again, and the woman in yellow dress jumped out of the temple gate, opened the paper umbrella, and the umbrella bones turned into cold lights and shot out, covering the boy up and down.

The purple light in the boy's sleeves whirled rapidly, wrapping the cold light. The jingle was constantly jingling, and the umbrella bones were tied under the boy's feet, four rows, extremely neat.

The woman turned her umbrella to cover her body, flashed to another direction, and cried out: "I think she is a Qi Refining Master!"

The boy said angrily: "You guys..."

At this time, the man in black robe also left the temple gate, inserted the talisman paper on the tip of the stick, spit out the blood in his tongue, and shouted softly: "Bind!"

A circle of smoke rose under the boy's feet, and the ground suddenly turned into mud, sinking the boy to his ankle.

The boy had to shut up, waved his sleeves and knocked the purple light to the ground, shaking thick smoke and dust.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, the boy was still in place, but there was a shallow round pit under his feet, and the mud disappeared without a shadow.

The man in black robe trembled slightly: "Can he break my earth binding technique? Is he a great master?"

At this time, the four of them were sitting on the left and right, holding the young man in front like a fight, forming a certain formation.

"I know you can't listen, but you have to do the same as the landlord."

The boy finally had the opportunity to speak: "If you urge your true qi again, you will be cured. Believe me."

When he spoke, there were still tender and crisp voices whispering in his ears, but the four of them could not hear anything.

"What does your voice just now mean? Look at it scaring them so much that you thought you were a mantra."

The boy was Zhong Yao, and he said depressedly: "I just want to express my regret and regret, and of course I have a little gloating. Who knows that they are reacting this way."

The crisp sound was purple luo, and she was hiding in Zhongyao's purple grass wrist ring. Except for the last moment when Zhongyao was eating soil through smoke and dust, she had done all the responses just now.

Zi Luo said indifferently: "Anyway, it's a small character, so I can just deal with it as fertilizer."

"Landlord..."

The young man in green clothes looked at him carefully, saw Zhongyao's clothes and age, and his expression changed again: "You are from Zhongjia Castle... No, you are the lord of the new castle!?"

The woman was stunned: "Didn't it meant that there was only the second floor of foundation building?"

The strong man gritted his teeth and muttered: "In my opinion, there are more than two levels of Qi Refining!"

The man in black robe shook his body, and blood slits of his mouth: "It's coming so fast, Master Zhongjia Castle."

He said bitterly: "I'm sorry for you brother, this is a trap."

Zhongyao was confused. Is this cross-server chatting?

Yesterday he made a plan to clean up the mountain god and made some preparations. Today he made excuses to coax everyone, but he ran into the mountain alone, but he ran into these four foreign monks.

Seeing that they had just eaten the carp, they kindly reminded them, but were treated as a donkey's liver and lungs.

The man in black robe raised his hand and threw out a piece of talisman paper, and then blew his tongue and blood on him, shouting coldly: "Get up!"

The talisman paper instantly burned into ashes. In Zhongyao's sense, a strange fluctuation expanded, integrating the four qi mechanisms into one, opening them into a large net, like an extremely thin qi membrane, locking him.

Is this the formation?

Zhongyao was curious, and the air film was filled with a fishy and cold smell, which was rapidly and intense.

Nightmare!

These four guys were indeed hit.

The man in black robe did not notice it, and shouted with a staff: "Get up!"

The other three moved, but it was beyond the expectations of the man in black.

The strong man's throat snores, his eyes gradually turned bloody, and his face was covered with animal hair.

The young man supported the ground with his hands, his butt raised high, and he was croaking.

The woman laughed nervously and her head swung her left and right quickly, and she pulled out a phantom, like a sparrow perched on the branches.

The three of them were in different conditions, but their faces were the same, and they were covered with thick black air.

The man in black robe had a sudden burst of eyes and wanted to shout "Nanxia Qi", but his mouth sprayed out a large piece of black liquid, his body shivered violently like a sieve, and even his staff fell off his hands and fell to the ground.

Zhong Yao took out a stone from his back basket. This was the pebbles he picked up in the stream at the foot of the mountain. They were very flat and long and suitable for patting his face.

"You want to save them?"

Zi Luo asked curiously: "At first glance, these four people are evil monks who are exploring treasures and killing people. Is it necessary?"

Zhong Yao said: "It is necessary, when they completely transform into a nightmare, there will be four troubles."

Zi Luo said angrily: "Then kill them before nightmare!"

Zhong Yao was a little surprised: "There must be a legitimate reason to kill, such as if you don't buy tickets in Guanshan. Now you don't know anything, so how can you kill just by saying that you can kill? You were not like this before. Even if you were turned into a crazy person by nightmare, you would be very restrained and not hurt anyone."

Zi Luo choked and said with confidence: "That was not me before, but you planted me now. It's your fault that you have a bad temper."

Zhong Yaoxin said, just pretend, clearly remembering who you are, and still hiding it.

He had already decided to let things go, and was too lazy to pursue it, so he ordered: "Please come over and I'll do it."

Zi Luo talked about the price: "It was a free trial just now, but now I have to renew it, one stick of incense per stick of each."

The mountain temple is only about ten miles away from Zhongjia Fort. Zhongyao sets out early in the morning and arrives in the afternoon. He is not just a trip to the mountains and rivers, but practices with Zi Luo on the road.

Zi Luo hid in the "Demon-Bundling Rose". It was much more convenient to use this spiritual weapon for him than Zhong Yao himself.

He can be a spider-man's spider silk, pull him around, can be a rope to take a telephoto, and can also be a weapon to block the enemy. In short, it gives Zhongyao the feeling that he has given the wrong name, and should be called... a dwarf saber or something.

This is the first time Zi Luo has done such a thing and has had a lot of fun with Zhongyao, but she will not miss the opportunity to threaten Zhongyao.

Zhongyao ate her steadily: "A formal worker with a staffing job, and you still want to get a piece-based salary? That's fine, the basic salary of one stick of incense is gone every day."

"The Demon-Binding Rose" moved by herself, held Zhong Yao's sleeve and raised it, shooting out purple silk, binding the strong man's neck.

Zi Luo laughed, laughing quite hard: "I am a brick for my master, so I can move it wherever I need to."

A slight ripples appeared on the purple silk, as if a strong man who was sending high-voltage current and was still struggling violently suddenly collapsed.

"Leave it to you!"

Zi Luo complained: "Yanxiao is so spicy!"

The strong man was pulled high by purple silk, and the one on his head and feet hit Chao Zhongyao.

Seeing that head-to-head was about to hit him, Zhong Yao swung the big and flat pebbles and slapped the strong man's forehead with a swollen one.

Blood splashed, gravel cracked, and a faint yellow air mixed in the smoke and dust, brushing the strong man's face.

Either Zhong Yao is interested in slapping the face, he uses this trick to dispel the nightmare energy on She's body. He has no time to study how to do it. To be safe, he will copy it as it is.

The strong man flew backwards, and was pulled back by purple silk. He threw it twice like a swing, and threw it to the edge of the cliff not far away. His limbs were wide open, and his head and feet were lying in front of him.

At this time, the strong man had already woken up, and only felt a soy sauce shop on his forehead and a wheat mill on his body. His whole body was numb and his fingers could not move. However, the cold and cold force that had just penetrated into his qi and the confusing mind disappeared, which made him extremely glad.

It just...it hurts so much that the bridge of the nose must be broken!

The strong man was moaning, and when he heard the "ah" scream, the young man fell down, his face was covered in blood, and he was lying side by side with him.

The young man was also limp and unable to move. He saw the strong man in the corner of his eyes and wanted to say something, but he spit out a few broken teeth.

So the two moaned together...

Then I heard the woman's sharp scream: "Don't slap in the face!"

The puffed sound was two times, first stuffy and then crispy, the woman was sobbing, and the strong young man thought he was hit again, and his body shook at the same time.

The woman fell beside the young man, humming in a speechless manner, and her beautiful face became a plain and flowery bloody face.

"etc……"

Then there was the scream of the man in black robe, and the familiar sound of slap came one after another. The strong man, the young man and the woman were trembling together.

The man in black robe fell next to the woman, coughing violently, and spewing out a stream of blood.

All four of them were struggling hard, but not only were their bodies soft and numb, but their air was also exhausted and difficult to rotate. Apart from the weirdness of the purple light filaments, the stone on their face seemed to be more than just slapping their faces flat.
To be continued...