Start Ren Jiazhen: Six-year-old Tianshi

Looking at the increasingly violent aura on the dragon corpse.

Zhou Yun's eyes were calm, and he slowly raised one hand, but he didn't make a move immediately, as if he was waiting.

"Roar!"

After a while, the dragon corpse roared frantically, rushing towards Zhou Yun as if throwing everything at it.

Zhou Yun looked at the rushing dragon corpse, shook his head, and a huge gossip appeared under his feet.

In the blink of an eye, the radiation covered the entire cave.

"Wong..."

Zhou Yun waved his hand lightly.

It seems that everything is still, and the invisible wind is frozen in the air at this moment.

The dragon corpse rushing madly in the distance stopped in place, and even the scarlet light on its body couldn't move at all.

this moment.

There seems to be only one protagonist in the world.

Eight-step meditation, between movement and stillness.

"Go away."

Zhou Yun raised his hand and pressed it out slowly.

"puff!"

The small voice is very inconspicuous.

And Zhou Yun, with a sigh, turned around and walked out of the cave.

After leaving the treasure house, a moment later.

There was a shocking explosion behind him, and it was as if a magnitude [-] earthquake had occurred inside the cave.

Even the surrounding mountains trembled crazily at this moment.

……

At the same time, in the mountains still some distance away from the treasure house.

"Qiu Sheng, Peachwood Sword!"

Lin Jiu roared angrily, and the gossip mirror in his hand was pressing a Jialing.

Afterwards, Qiu Sheng also woke up, but although he was nourished by Zhou Yun's purple energy, his energy and spirit could not be recovered so quickly.

"master."

Qiu Sheng yelled, and threw a mahogany sword over with great effort.

Lin Jiu pinched the mahogany sword with his backhand, lowered his head and opened his mouth.

"Hey!"

A mouthful of blood mist spit on Jia Ling.

The blood on the tip of the tongue, the spirit of qi and blood.

Lin Jiu spat out the blood on the tip of her tongue, and couldn't help turning pale.

The armor spirit under its feet was covered in blood from the tip of its tongue, and immediately let out a piercing wail.

Lin Jiuhan frowned, and pierced Jia Ling's body with a sword.

Jia Ling's screams stopped abruptly, and her whole body shuddered into black mist.

After doing all this, Lin Jiu staggered and fell to the ground, panting for breath with his head raised.

"master."

Qiu Sheng ran over clutching his stomach.

"Master, is this the last one?"

"If there are more..." Lin Jiu bared his teeth: "Our master and apprentice have to explain here today."

Wen Sheng Qiusheng breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face, he pulled Lin Jiu and the two to lean against a tree, panting.

"By the way, master, how long is it until master uncle comes back?" Qiu Sheng thought of Zhou Yun.

"Uncle Master's Taoism is boundless, don't worry about him getting old..." Lin Jiu gasped, but he was halfway through.

Suddenly seemed to notice something, straightened up and looked not far away.

Qiu Sheng was waiting for Lin Jiu's answer, but seeing that there was no voice, he quickly followed Lin Jiu's gaze.

In the nearby woods, an old man came out.

Lin Jiu and Qiu Sheng took a look and recognized that this was the eighth brother, one of Wei Dabang's sworn brothers.

"It's Wei Dabang's sworn brother." A gleam of joy appeared on Qiu Sheng's face.

He and Lin Jiu chased and killed the remaining three armored spirits just now. The armored spirits are fierce beasts protecting the tomb, and their range of action is not too far, and they only know how to kill.

So it's not hard to find.

But along the way, all they saw were countless dead bodies, among which the dead were the most miserable than these generals.

The white-haired brother abruptly cut open his chest, still holding some internal organs in his hands.

It seems that he caught it himself.

On his face before he died, there was still the unruliness of my fate.

In addition, there is the twisted person under the tree, with ten fingers that are empty, which is very penetrating.

The most frightening thing was the handsome man whose stomach was bursting alive. Qiu Sheng felt his stomach churning when he took a look at it.

Now look at Lao Ba who is still alive.

Although Qiu Sheng didn't like these people, he was unavoidably a little excited.

"Don't go there!"

Lin Jiu suddenly held Qiu Sheng down with a gloomy face, with a hint of surprise on his face.

"Huh?" A trace of doubt appeared in Qiu Sheng's eyes.

In front, Lao Ba came out step by step, and the distance got closer.

Under the moonlight, Lin Jiu and Qiu Sheng could see clearly that Lao Ba's face was completely expressionless, and it was frighteningly livid.

Looking at Lin Jiu and Qiusheng, the master and apprentice, Lao Ba suddenly pulled out a gun from his waist.

"not good!"

Lin Jiu reacted the fastest. He touched a talisman umbrella from behind, turned around and pressed Qiusheng on his body, and opened the umbrella at the same time.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots sounded.

Lin Jiu's talisman umbrella showed a strange power.

I saw that the bullet hit it, and dazzling sparks burst out, but it was not pierced at all.

"Master!" Qiu Sheng was startled, and hurriedly shouted.

Lin Jiu gritted her teeth and pressed Qiusheng to prevent him from getting up, while the hand holding the umbrella trembled.

It is true that the talisman umbrella blessed by this rhyme can withstand bullets, but the force of the counter-shock made his mouth go numb.

Take a closer look at the talisman umbrella, although it has resisted the bullet.

But every time a bullet hit the umbrella surface, the umbrella ribs and umbrella frame inside couldn't bear it, and several keels were broken.

In an instant, Lin Jiu's face was full of sweat.

No matter how powerful he is, he is exhausted and unable to use it. Facing this hot weapon, it really seems that he can only close his eyes and wait for death.

Fortunately, the gunfire stopped at this moment of crisis.

Lin Jiu raised his head, and Qiu Sheng was still in shock.

After waiting for a while, Lin Jiu gritted his teeth and raised the umbrella with vigilance.

On the opposite side, Lao Ba held up the gun, his fingers were still pulling the trigger one by one, and he didn't seem to feel that there was no bullet in the gun.

"Master, what's going on with him?" Qiu Sheng asked in a low voice.

Lin Jiu stared at Lao Ba with a serious expression until he saw Lao Ba's lifeless eyes.

Suddenly, Lin Jiu realized something and stood up.

"Master, you have a gun!" Qiu Sheng hurriedly pulled Lin Jiu.

Lin Jiu stood up, threw the talisman umbrella aside, slowly raised his hand, and looked around.

"Taoist Lin Jiu, I don't know which fellow Taoist is nearby, please come out and see him!"

On the ground, Qiu Sheng was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and immediately got up, looking around.

"Master, there is no one." Qiu Sheng's voice was very low.

Lin Jiu's face was full of vigilance, and he shook his voice, as if to explain to Qiu Sheng, but at the same time he said to the surroundings.

"This old man is already a dead man, but he just lost his temper not long ago. He still doesn't have any dead spirit, and he doesn't have any demonic or ghostly spirit, so I didn't think too much about it."

"Uh..." Qiu Sheng finally understood, and immediately said in horror: "But master, how could the dead shoot us!"

"That's right, how could a dead man shoot!"

Lin Jiu's face was vigilant, and he said every word.

"Unless someone controlled the old eight's body, fellow daoist, this joke is not funny."

While speaking, Lin Jiu clasped his fists and looked around, his eyes seemed to see through the surroundings completely.

Qiu Sheng also looked around vigilantly, as if he wanted to see what monsters and monsters were.

I waited for several minutes, and the night was deep.

Qiu Sheng thought it was when Lin Jiu made a wrong judgment.

Suddenly, in the darkness in the distance, came a low voice.

"As expected of Lin Jiu, his reputation is well-deserved."