Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

Lin Jiu looked at the dark figure with fear in his eyes.

"Back, back, back!"

Lin Jiu turned back and shouted anxiously to Wei Dabang and the others.

When Wei Dabang and the others saw the figure on the tree, they were all frightened, and they turned around and ran away when they heard this.

As soon as they ran, those soldiers immediately disrupted the last phalanx and ran away.

"you!"

Lin Jiu watched the group of people scatter like birds and beasts, and scattered around, so he slapped his thigh hard anxiously.

The Dixuan Twelve Armors are undead and vicious creatures, so running around like they are tantamount to death.

Sure enough, black shadows chased out in the sky.

Lin Jiu couldn't do anything to stop him, so he could only watch helplessly as the black shadows chased those fleeing people.

And he himself was also being followed by the remaining shadows.

"call……"

With a serious expression, Lin Jiu took out the folded red cloth from his bosom.

With a shake of his hands, the red cloth was lifted.

"Wow..."

The scent of incense erupted from the red cloth and swept around.

"The four heavenly kings of south, east, north and west, the Taoist Lin Jiu invites the patriarch to the battlefield, the mountains are free, the sea is free, the heaven and the earth are free..."

With a twist of his wrist, Lin Jiu took out three incense sticks from his sleeve.

With a slight shake, the three sticks of incense ignited spontaneously without wind.

And the piece of red cloth spread on the ground was a painted Taoist statue.

Seeing that the paint is still fresh, it was painted by Lin Jiu with the incense ash from the altar of the patriarch before going out.

"Extend in all directions, no taboos!"

Lin Jiu drank in a deep voice, and the three sticks of incense fell on the cloth, and the faint scent of incense gushed out, just gathering on the face of the Taoist statue.

instant time.

"Wong..."

A golden light shot out from the eyes of the Taoist statue, and it fell on Lin Jiu, faintly outlining a holy and majestic vigorous momentum.

Looking at Lin Jiu's movements in the distance, Qiusheng's eyes lit up.

At this time, Zhou Yun slapped Qiu Sheng on the head with a slap.

"Uncle Master?" Qiu Sheng looked at Zhou Yun suspiciously.

"Don't look at your master, look at the top of your head!" Zhou Yun pointed to the sky.

Qiu Sheng looked up, and saw the black shadow sitting on the tree, still staring at him.

"Uncle Master, this thing..." Qiu Sheng was so frightened that he was about to step back.

But Zhou Yun was faster and kicked Qiu Sheng's ass directly, kicking him seven or eight meters away.

Qiu Sheng, who had rolled on the ground several times, got up and touched his buttocks, and it didn't hurt at all.

Before he got up, a black shadow fell in front of him.

It was Najialing.

Jia Ling fell to the ground like a piece of rubber, and his whole body was stacked together strangely.

Jia Ling didn't look at Qiu Sheng, but turned his head instead, slowly looking behind him with empty eyes.

It was Zhou Yun who was looking.

Although Jia Ling didn't have spiritual intelligence, at that moment just now, he remembered that there was an invisible force that pressed him to the tree, and now threw it down again.

"Uncle Master, run, this ghost is after you!" Qiu Sheng shouted in horror.

Facing Jia Ling's empty gaze, Zhou Yun held up his Taoist robe with a smile: "Really?"

Seeing Zhou Yun's indifferent appearance, Qiu Sheng grinned anxiously.

And Jia Ling has already walked towards Zhou Yun.

Qiu Sheng's eyes turned red when he saw this scene: "Master Uncle, run quickly, I'll stop him!"

After speaking, Qiu Sheng rushed towards Jia Ling without hesitation.

Jia Ling walked towards Zhou Yun step by step, but his eyes still seemed to be searching for Zhou Yun who was close at hand.

Until he heard the sound of the wind behind him, as soon as Jia Ling turned around, he collided directly with Qiu Sheng who was rushing towards him.

"What a treasure, so filial." Zhou Yun looked at Qiu Sheng's fearless action with a smile.

With a little tiptoe, his body disappeared in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was standing on top of Qiusheng's head.

At the foot, Qiusheng has already fought with Jialing.

Qiusheng has just made a breakthrough, not to mention he hasn't learned any spells yet, and he doesn't have a magic weapon.

With the cultivation base of this disciple's generation alone, it is just a dream to deal with Jialing.

Dixuan Twelve Armor, Zhou Yun didn't know how Mao Shan described this thing.

But according to Zhou Yun's breath fluctuations when he looked at these things.

With the help of his patriarch, Lin Jiu can defend well, but if he takes the initiative to attack, he can only deal with it. If all the Dixuan Twelve Armors come out, Lin Jiu will have to work hard!
These twelve things together are much stronger than the white-feathered dragon corpse in the main tomb.

As for the dragon corpse absorbing the dragon of luck, it is naturally not the same.

And now this armored spirit is specially reserved for Qiu Sheng.

Qiu Sheng, who was in a hurry, rushed over and raised his hand to strike Maoshan Zhengqi Fist.

At least four or five punches were punched at Jialing in an instant.

But Jialing was covered in mist and looked hazy, but Qiu Sheng's fist hit it like hitting a steel plate.

After several punches, Qiusheng retracted his fist in pain.

When she grinned and raised her head, Jia Ling's face was already pressed against Qiu Sheng's.

It's almost late!

"Uh!"

Qiu Sheng's eyes widened in fright, and he forgot to run away for a moment.

Above his head, Zhou Yun looked at his forehead and sighed, this silly Qiusheng, no matter what kind of fist you swing, you even praised him for being smart when you smashed Zhang Fu at him.

"Stick to your heart and stay focused."

Zhou Yun slapped Qiu Sheng's head with a slap, and the sound sounded like a thread had penetrated Qiu Sheng's ear.

It landed in Qiu Sheng's mind, but it thundered like thunder.

Qiu Sheng put his head in his hands, but he found that the appearance of this voice seemed to lift the mysterious veil of those perceptions, and stimulated countless perceptions to completely dissolve.

"Looking at a hundred acupoints inwardly, qi and blood return to one." Zhou Yun continued in a voice.

And the Jialing who came over was frozen in front of Qiu Sheng at this moment, a faint purple light, like a curse from heaven, made Jialing freeze in mid-air.

Listening to these voices, Qiu Sheng's body was filled with energy and blood, the blood vessels in his body burst out one by one, and his face was blood red from the suffocation.

"Straight into the sea of ​​consciousness, exploring the moon in the clouds!" Zhou Yun patted Qiu Sheng's head lightly again.

Seeing Qiu Sheng's blood gathered in one place, Zhou Yun was also a little serious. If he didn't pay attention, if this kid's blood collapsed, he would be finished from now on.

The most important thing for Zhou Yun now is to protect Qiu Sheng's blood.

Time passed in a blink of an eye.

Qiu Sheng's whole body became more and more blood red, and there was faint sweat gushing out, which fell to the ground, covered in blood.

This is the qi and blood being forcefully forced out of the body.

Zhou Yun's eyes were solemn, and one hand was already raised high.

At this time, Qiu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and at the same time blood sprayed from his eyes.

A golden light burst out like sunlight tearing through the darkness.

"Uncle Master, I saw it!"

Qiu Sheng roared angrily, and saw Jia Ling in front of him at the same time.

"drink!"

Qiu Sheng threw off his arm directly, and punched Jia Ling on the body.

There seemed to be a golden light, and Qiu Sheng punched Jialing several meters away.

Qiu Sheng, who punched this punch, froze in place, and was already fainted upon closer inspection.

When the wind blows, it falls straight to the ground.

There was a hearty smile on the blood-stained face.

Zhou Yun fell to the ground and supported Qiu Sheng with one hand, but his expression was still serious.

It is true that Qiu Sheng succeeded, his energy and spirit condensed into a golden light in the sea of ​​consciousness,

But looking at Qiusheng like this, Zhou Yun couldn't be happy.

"Should I switch to a softer approach?"

Zhou Yun's eyes were a bit complicated, and he was also examining his own way of doing things at this time.

After a while, with a sigh, Zhou Yun picked up Qiusheng.

Behind him, Jia Ling got up and rushed over immediately.

Zhou Yun turned around as if he didn't see Jia Ling.

Only a faint light flashed, and Yuanshen Zhou Yun came out of his body.

The Jialing who was rushing towards him suddenly seemed to be hit directly on the ground by some huge force.

As soon as he got up, he saw Yuanshen Zhou Yun standing on top of his head.

A Taoist robe, elegant and natural, unfathomable.

Lift your foot slightly.

"boom!"

With one foot falling, Jia Ling was directly trampled into a black mist all over the sky.

Can the murderer not die? , just a joke.

The primordial spirit returned to the body, and as Zhou Yun walked, the purple energy in his body poured into Qiu Sheng's body little by little.

Repair the injuries caused by Qiu Sheng's qi and blood rampage this time.

In front.

Lin Jiu's environment at this time is also quite severe.