Heaven Reward and Punishment Group

Chapter 625 The Fake Wooden Immortal

Yue Mingzi smiled proudly at Wang Jiarui, and turned the small mirror again.

At a critical moment, Wang Jiarui showed a nectar branch and swept it over her body. The green light rippled, and the wound on her body healed immediately.

When Song Yunzi saw the manna branch, he couldn't help being amazed: "I never thought that you, a fake wood fairy, have some skills."

Wang Jiarui let out a cold snort, and controlled Daohaizhang to pursue Yue Mingzi relentlessly.

Yue Mingzi fled in a hurry, turned back and exhaled a breath of cold air, and blew on the sea-inverting stick. The sea-inverting stick immediately froze into a popsicle, weighed even more, and fell to the ground with a bang, scattered ice cubes all over the ground.

Wang Jiarui picked up the manna branch again and waved it at Yue Mingzi.

A burst of life came, but it was mixed with murderous intent, Yue Mingzi took out the mirror and blocked a green light.

Wang Jiarui sacrificed the organic bottle again, and blew on Yue Mingzi.

The ground grass under Yue Mingzi's feet became greener in an instant, and then the weeds began to grow wildly. Yue Mingzi didn't react, screamed, was entangled by the weeds on his thighs, lay down on the ground, and was quickly entangled tightly, Five flowers tied.

Wang Xuesong tilted his head to look at Xu Hui, and said in his heart: Xu Hui was spared on the opposite side, so we should also let the opposite side go, so as to show our wood fairy demeanor.

So Wang Xuesong said to Wang Jiarui: "The outcome has been decided, let him go."

Wang Jiarui pointed at the words, and the weeds returned to normal. Yue Mingzi got up and returned to Song Yunzi.

Wang Xuesong came up with momentum, mocking Tian Qiushi and said: "So what if you find a helper? The defeated is still the defeated. You have come to trouble us again and again. Your spell has been broken by my teacher. If you are still stubborn, we will not be able to help you." It’s not that the Xianmen haven’t been slaughtered!”

Tian Qiushi looked up at Wang Xuesong without any fear, smiled, and sighed in his heart: Could it be that the Muxian sect is really blessed?Wang Hongda's own ability is so strong, and he has so many upright apprentices, it's really enviable!
Seeing Wang Xuesong's strength, Song Yunzi jumped up, came to her, and cupped his hands: "I, Song Yunzi, come to teach you some tricks!"

Seeing this, Wang Xuesong didn't say anything, he raised the Feiquan pestle and beat him!

Song Yunzi was no ordinary person, he was also holding a long gun in his hand, bang bang bang bang, the weight of the two guns seemed to be astonishing, the collision made a muffled sound that did not match the size, the soles of the two groups of people's feet trembling slightly.

After a few rounds, both of them showed doubts on their faces, and each took a step back, you look at me, I look at you, and they froze on the spot without continuing to fight.

Wang Xuesong glanced at Song Yunzi up and down, and said, "Are you also a pine tree?"

Song Yunzi smiled at Wang Xuesong, and said in a loud voice: "I never expected to meet my fellow clan here, hahahaha, your sect dares to call itself the Wooden Immortal Sect, and there is some truth in it, but with your ability, calling yourself the Wooden Immortal is still a bit presumptuous !"

After speaking, Song Yunzi raised his wooden stick and fought Wang Xuesong again.

Xu Hui looked at the two people who were fighting, nodded slightly and said: "It turns out that Songyunzi is also a tree."

Wang Jiarui said: "These three people are all wood-type spells. I think they may be a nest of tree spirits."

Xu Hui has learned a lot today and nodded repeatedly.

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves, and the situation gradually changed, and Song Yunzi gradually fell into a lower position.

It turned out that although Song Yunzi's wooden staff was also refined from pine trees, it was not as good as Bao Shengzhong. It can't compare with Song Yunzi's self-refining.

But even so, it is not easy for a pine tree to cultivate to this level in this world.

Song Yunzi also noticed that the Feiquan pestle was integrated into one body, which seemed to be refined by an expert, but his wooden staff was not as good, so after a few more rounds of fighting, he took the initiative to jump back to widen the distance.

Restraining his figure, Song Yunzi asked Wang Xuesong: "Who refined you pestle?"

Wang Xuesong looked back at the Taoist temple, and proudly said, "It's my teacher, Wang Hongda, the head of the Wooden Immortal Sect!"

After hearing this, Song Yunzi nodded, looked back at Tian Qiushi, and thought: No wonder he will suffer, all the members of the Muxian Sect have rare aptitudes, let alone Wang Hongda himself.

After thinking for a while, Song Yunzi put down the spear in his hand, replaced it with a whisk, and continued to fight with Wang Xuesong.

The situation was reversed in an instant, the whisk was retractable freely, and its strength was quite strong, gradually restricting Wang Xuesong, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

Wang Xuesong's flying spring pestle was not as changeable as the whisk, and the beaten ones retreated steadily. Seeing that they were about to suffer, they immediately changed their tactics, sacrificed the water-logged cold lotus, and fell down.

A cool air fell from the sky.

Song Yunzi was caught off guard, and his body was covered with hoarfrost, but his expression didn't bother him, and he said, "The deep ice is three feet thick, and the plain snow covers thousands of miles. The frost does not fall to the ground, and the coldness of the year is no different."

Wang Xuesong was taken aback, took a step back, and understood that Songyunzi was originally a pine tree, tough and unyielding, how could the freezing hurt him?

Wang Xuesong was surprised when he saw that Song Yunzi stomped his feet suddenly, the ice shell on his body shattered, and even the whisk caught fire.

"what?"

Wang Xuesong's eyes showed horror, and he took a step back, while Song Yunzi chased after him relentlessly, hitting the whisk like a whip, and the fireworks rained down on Wang Xuesong's body.

Wang Xuesong hurriedly sacrificed the water-logged lotus, a burst of cold air, and as a result, the flame grew against the wind, enveloping her whole body.

"Elder Sister!"

Seeing this, Xu Hui and Wang Jiarui were worried that Wang Xuesong would be injured, so they both yelled.

The fire wrapped Wang Xuesong into a ball, but a multicolored light flashed out of it, tearing the fireball to pieces. Wang Xuesong walked out of the fireball unscathed, holding a scroll that shone with colorless auspicious light.

As soon as the scroll appeared, it immediately emitted countless divine lights. In the light, flowers, trees, bees and butterflies emerged continuously. When the evening wind came, it also exuded the fragrance of flowers, like a mirage, like a dream.

Song Yunzi was taken aback, took a step back and put away the whisk, stared intently, feeling the infinite freshness of vegetation emanating from the map of mountains and rivers, making Song Yunzi feel as if he had turned into a small grass, while the one in front of him was It is a towering building supporting the sky.

After a long time, Song Yunzi came back to his senses and said in surprise, "What kind of treasure is this?"

Wang Xuesong grinned triumphantly: "The Hundred Sketches of Jiangshan."

Song Yunzi nodded, admiring and admiring the magic of Muxianmen in his heart, but now he is fighting, and he can't be underestimated!

All I saw was Song Yunzi stretching his hand to his waist and taking out a fan.

As soon as the fan appeared, there were bursts of bleak wind sounds, as if the cold autumn is facing the river, and the winter is on the top of the mountain, making people feel cold all over and scalp numb.

Song Yunzi smiled, although this treasure of his was not as high-profile as the Jiangshan Hundred Sketches, but this appearance is not embarrassing.

With a wave of his hand, the fan immediately whipped up a strong wind, mixed with rain, snow and hail, blowing towards Wang Xuesong.

The wind knows the strength of the grass, Wang Xuesong does not dodge or dodge, when the picture of the mountains and rivers is displayed, the divine light shines immediately, illuminating the entire mountain field as if it were daytime, and from the scroll, the phantoms of endless flowers, plants and trees fly out, appearing alternately, Faced with the gust of wind from Song Yunzi.

(End of this chapter)