Cultivation Strategies Facial Paralyzed Junior Brother

Han Bian was stunned when he used his magic power to insert his spiritual consciousness into the wrist ring. Since he left the Fengfeng Pavilion a few years ago, he had never seen such a huge number of spirit stones. After a while, he suddenly remembered the spirit stones and I have nothing to do with it, and I can't help being a little frustrated, Tan Yunwei wondered: "What are you worrying about?"

Han Bian said: "I'm worried...I'm worried about who is suitable to take this pill. In fact, I don't care, but I'm so ugly, junior brother, you look better than me..."

Tan Yunwei glanced at him with an indifferent expression.Seeing this, Zhuang Kui shrank back behind Fang Jinrong, pretending to be very virtuous and virtuous.Erfeng suddenly rushed over, snatched the elixir without saying a word, and swallowed it.

Everyone was stunned, and they also felt that Erfeng was the most suitable, because Fang Jinrong, Zhuang Kui and the other three had already fought against Yanshan, so it was very clear whether they were dual cultivation spiritual bodies.On the contrary, Erfeng, a little monk with a low cultivation level, is easily ignored by the other party, but he can barely pretend to be one or two.

That Ziyang Mingtianling was too lethal to ghost cultivators from all walks of life, so after deciding on a plan, Zhuang Kui hid in another layer under Fang Jinrong's persuasion.

In the pavilion, Yan Shanjue was confronted by the two of them, knowing that he was in ambush, but he could only sneer, if it was normal, this small magic circle would be like an ant in Yan Shanjue's eyes, and it could be wiped out by raising his hand, But today, under the attack of Ziyang Mingtianling and the two Nascent Soul cultivators, he felt that it was difficult to move. He wanted to break out several times, but was blocked by the surrounding magic circle. He couldn't help being furious. The rippling evil spirit was overwhelming, and with a soft crash, the miniature magic circle finally shattered.

This small magic circle was arranged by Han Bian casually, and he planned to block the opponent a little bit, just enough to fish out Erfeng himself.However, Yanshan's unique kung fu technique was too powerful, and after the magic circle shattered, his spiritual power returned. As if he had been hit by a heavy hammer, he staggered back a few steps, and hurriedly stretched out his sleeve to press the corner of his upper lip to cover the blood spilling from his lip.

However, Tan Yunwei saw it during the fight, his eyes darkened slightly, and he made a secret signal with Fang Jinrong, and Qia Yanshan broke through the formation and unleashed a powerful sword, sweeping towards him in an instant.Qin Yunwei and Fang Jinrong have already joined forces to fight against powerful enemies, and there is a tacit understanding between their actions. Fang Jinrong immediately drives the three swords into a sword formation, the stream of light flashes back and forth, the sword energy jumps and flies, and the light and shadow of the emerald eyebrows are as heavy as the forest deep and dense leaves, heavy haze The vastness is as majestic as the smoke and clouds in the desert, and the hell is looming and elusive, which can just stop one or two.

Qin Yunwei took the opportunity to hit Ziyangming Tianling with a golden light, and silently recited the formula. The first layer of Ziyangming Tianling's effect was activated, and it began to spin rapidly, gradually forming a purple vortex. The blood blade light was instantly sucked into a vortex Thin lines meander upward to eliminate the invisible.

Yan Shanjue was extremely afraid of the Ziyang Mingtian Bell, so he immediately turned from offense to defense. Several layers of light and shadow suddenly rose around his body, blocking the purple light, and the vortex wind howled, but it could not melt his body. He had resisted the restriction for a long time , The vortex is gradually declining slowly.Seeing this, Qin Yunwei held his breath and concentrated on urging Ming Tianling again to activate the second layer of effect.

The Ziyang Mingtian bell rotates gradually, wisps of purple light shines down, strings of Sanskrit sounds float out, and the sound of thousands of sounds is absorbed in it for a while, like the lotus growing on the Buddha's seat, the leaves are rustling and the wind is blowing, and the sky is full of autumn water Elegant rhyme, the sound of flowers blooming in sequence.Seeing this, Yan Shanjue looked at Tan Yunwei in disbelief. He never thought that this Zen practitioner could refine this thing to such an extent in just three days, so he hurriedly mobilized his mana to strengthen the protective ability of the light curtain.

Qin Yunwei added strength, his cultivation was far from that of Yanshan Jue, at this moment he tried his best to control the Ziyang Mingtian Bell, but his strength gradually became exhausted.Seeing this, Fang Jinrong took back the spirit sword and circled it around. Two strands of spiritual power wrapped Qin Yunwei up, one left and one right. The Sanskrit sound suddenly accelerated several times as he joined in. The sound, the light curtain began to shake, Yan Shanjue let out an angry roar, struggled against it, and with a soft sound, the first tiny invisible crack appeared on the light curtain.

The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in a crack, and as the Sanskrit sound rushed like a tide and roared continuously, there were several soft crackles, and the restriction was completely broken.

Yan Shan never expected that he would fall under the hands of these juniors. He wanted to take Tan Yunwei as a slave at the beginning because he took a fancy to his status as a Zen monk, and planned to use him to refine Ziyang Mingtianling, but he failed.He simply lured him to come here step by step, with the same idea, but unfortunately, this group of juniors are too cunning, they even set up a scheme to harm themselves, and the people next to their pillow tipped off the inside and outside collusion.

Now under the shroud of Ziyang Mingtianling, he has no way out, but he still has to struggle to the death, so he simply sacrificed another magic weapon.

It is also a bell, the color is dark green, it is exactly the same as the Ziyang Mingtian bell, only the pattern on the surface is slightly different, and the faint water pattern covers half of the moon.These two bells are both owned by Wen Heming, and they belong to Gemini's magic weapon. This one is called Biyuewen Hailing, which is the most yin magic weapon among the twins.

Seeing the bell appear, Fang Jinrong and Tan Yunwei's expressions became more dignified and solemn at the same time. The twin magical artifacts have mutual generation and mutual restraint. If this is the twin magical artifact of mutual restraint, the two are in danger.But if it is a magic weapon of mutual life, why does Yanshan Jue take it out?

With a light sound, the two bells have come together, and the blue bells are flying around Mingtian Bell, as if reunited after a long absence.It turned out that this was a pair of mutual birth twin magical artifacts.

Yan Shanjue's face was ashen, he really made a wrong bet.Although he obtained the Gemini Magical Artifact back then, he was so seriously injured that he was suppressed by the Ziyang Mingtian Bell and dared not move forward. I don't know whether these two instruments are mutually restraining or mutually reinforcing.

Seeing his strange expression, Fang Jinrong and Tan Yunwei unanimously guarded themselves carefully, and made up their minds to entangle him for delay.Yan Shanjue's soul was roasted back and forth, but he couldn't leave, his face was distorted, and he couldn't distinguish between sorrow and joy. The things he wanted to cultivate, whether he advanced or fell, sometimes it was indeed caused by luck, and he probably had bad luck, but he refused to think about it. How many innocent souls under him are moaning and whining.

Under the shroud of purple light, his soul was tossed and roasted and melted, staggered and dazed, waving his long knife indiscriminately, and suddenly felt that he actually treated Feng Fuming well, so he hated his eating inside and outside, muttering Muttered: "Junior, ungrateful thing!"

If you want to lose your mind and soul, then come together!He suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a long howl, like a lone wolf crying at night. Before his soul was completely melted by Ziyang Mingtianling, he clenched his teeth and activated the co-existence and co-death Judgment, and then blew himself up to death.

All the magic circles and restrictions set up by Venerable Xuechi disappeared in smoke, and the whole building suddenly collapsed, falling apart, and the loud noise continued for a long time.Even the space of Luofeng Mountain trembled three times. Er, the wind was blowing violently and the rain was overwhelming, and it took a long time before it gradually stopped.

In a separate palace on the west mountain peak, Feng Fuming was killed by Yanshan and imprisoned by him in a piece of jade. His soul has already decayed, leaving only a faint shadow , with the wind and rain outside, I felt that the soul would gradually disintegrate, and it seemed that the devil finally disappeared.

Feng Fuming supported the wall, stood up slowly, fumbled to hold a light blue umbrella, slender fingers slowly slid across the umbrella, and his thoughts fluctuated for a while.

That is the natal magic weapon of the master of the Laifeng sect, the Lingjian Misty Rain, and it is also a symbol of the sect master's status. Back then, he was a heroic young man in fresh clothes and an angry horse. With this sword, he established a sect of his own. There are so many evil spirits, but now they have almost lost the strength to pick up the sword. Knowing that the younger brother is outside, they have lost the courage to meet each other.

He put down Misty Rain again, and poured the Misty Rain Sword Art into it with the last bit of soul power.

Fang Jinrong took Erfeng to find the jade in a hurry. After scanning with his spiritual sense, he found that there was a trace of a soul here. When he broke the jade, there was no one there, only an umbrella lying quietly on the ground .

Erfeng rushed over to pick it up, murmured: "Yanyu..." The spirit sword fell into his hands, and a faint blue light immediately appeared, and he recognized the new owner by himself.Erfeng looked at the spirit sword carefully, and saw that the handle of the umbrella was the handle of the sword, and the word "Feng Chongshan" was engraved on it.

He panicked and said: "Brother Rong, who is Feng Chongshan?"

Fang Jinrong said: "It should be your name. I remember that he wanted to choose a good name for you at the time, but he couldn't decide on it over and over again. He told me sorry for you on the way to the spinach sea, and he didn't even choose a good name for you. .”

Erfeng: "What about my elder brother?"

Fang Jinrong was speechless, and after a long time, he whispered: "Let's go now."

The flying boat turned back to Hengyue Palace, leaving Ming Weijing far behind.Before Zhuang Kui left, he recruited another group of capable subordinates, who were busy cleaning the battlefield, counting the population and rebuilding the Luofeng Palace. According to his usual requirements, all ghost cultivators must practice hard and not mess around.Drawing lessons from the past, he will come to inspect from time to time in the future to prevent the Yanshan Jue incident from happening again, and jointly maintain the prosperity and development of the underworld.

The flying magic weapon flew quickly in the air, and there was a vast dark fog beyond the ship's side. Erfeng sat on the bow like a daze, and murmured: "Where did he go?"

Fang Jinrong said slowly: "Back then, your brother once told me that one should shoulder the corresponding responsibilities if one gets a lot of benefits, so as to be worthy of one's heart. The six sons of Lianshan occupy the best cultivation resources of the Liuhe League. When disputes arise, being the head of the Taoist sect is a duty, and I think he has never regretted losing his body in the battle of the Cymbidium sea.”

Everyone understands this truth, but how many people can do it by practicing it?Among the cultivators, most of them are those who step on other people's corpses to rise to the top, selfishly seeking fame and fame.Erfeng nodded: "Yes! I will definitely be the same as my brother in the future."

Fang Jinrong said: "It's just that if you are strong, you will break easily, but if you are soft, you will last forever... Sigh!"

He couldn't help sighing deeply, in this life, the world of mortals is fettered by love, hatred, resentment, the sky is high, the land is far away, the mountains are long, and he is as proud as Feng Fuming, he would rather dissipate in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, and would not be reborn. Seeing your loved ones may not be the best way back home.The reason for this is that Fang Jinrong has never hidden it from Erfeng and Han Bian again. There are many dirty and dark things in the world, and sooner or later the two of them will have to face them.

At the stern of the boat, Han Bian patted the side of the boat and said to Tan Yunwei: "I knew it shouldn't be so easy to let Yanshan die so easily. I should have caught him and used Ming Tianling to train him hundreds of times in the next day, so that I can turn him into scum."

The corners of Tan Yunwei's eyes twitched slightly: "I'm afraid I don't have the ability." He had tried his best to barely kill Yan Shanjue, and he has not fully recovered his exhausted cultivation.

Han Bian was surprised: "Huh? Junior brother, I always thought that you can do anything if you are capable."

Fang Jinrong followed slowly, and stood not far from Han Bian, hesitant to speak several times, Han Bian said: "Brother Rong, do you have something to tell me? You're welcome."

Fang Jinrong said: "That blue moon pattern sea bell is quite good for ghost cultivators to stabilize their souls, so it's useless for you to hold it."