Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

In the depths of late spring, due to a few rains, the spring began to be cold.

Shi Shi looked at the twenty or so disciples standing with swords in front of him like a cage chess game, and blew the goosebumps on his arms - the tattered cloth clothes could not cover his body, which made him feel a bit cold.

I will not be afraid of them.Stone muttered in his heart.

The Wuling Sect's evil-killing formation has not been shown in front of people for decades. Firstly, there are no extremely vicious people who need all disciples to work together to destroy it. Second, it is too expensive to set up this formation, which is not worth it. The crime of killing is too heavy, and it is against the law of heaven.

People who practice Taoism often try to avoid "karma".

Shitou thought of the word "karma", and felt his forehead ache as if being pressed against the tip of a sword. He bent his fingers and tapped his forehead, and said with a smile: "Master Xue, the way of sentient beings cultivated by your Wuling sect is the most important. Love values ​​righteousness, so it is easy to repay grievances and bear evil obstacles. I advise you not to use this evil-killing formation. You see, you are old and have no benefits to self-destruct your cultivation base. Your disciple is still very young, or Advise them to look away early, hatred is just floating clouds, Amitabha, so good..."

Before Xue Lingjing could answer, Cen Qihe said angrily, "Presumptuous!"

Cen Fengzhu is a jade-faced scholar who usually speaks in a gentle and elegant way, but at this time his face turned red, like a cat whose foot has been stepped on sorely.

Shitou smiled and said to Brother Long beside him, "You see what I said is right, one generation is not as good as one generation, that's why you can't become a fairy."

Cen Qihe called out: "Master."

Xue Lingjing shook his head: "The kid with yellow mouth is talking nonsense, so don't pay attention."

But he didn't deny a word.

"Trap one person, kill one person, kill one person, trap one person, profit and loss are orderly, there is a way to punish evil, and there is no end to death." Shitou said, he walked slowly in front of the statue of Wuling Immortal Lord, turned his hand behind his back and pulled out the statue hanging from his waist. Wooden Sword made a simple move, pointing the blade towards Xue Lingjing, and said with a smile, "One, two, three, four... 23, 24, 25, guess how many I have to kill before I can trap you?" I?"

Xue Lingjing said coldly: "Twelve."

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue-shirted disciple who was stepping on the No. 12 palace took a step forward, and suddenly 24 sword auras appeared behind him.

The stone hastily made a "four or two strokes of a thousand catties", and the wooden sword fluttered towards his wrist, but he couldn't dodge it, and met him head-on. There was a gap, the disciple let out a low cry, and stepped forward.

Shi Shi smiled, knowing what he was going to do, but followed him and slashed at his neck with a sword. The wooden sword couldn't kill people, only wrapped in strong wind, knocking people unconscious to the ground like a wooden fish.

There was a gap in the circle of halo circulation, just as he said just now, killing one person, trapping one person, 12 sword qi shot up into the sky behind the No. Welcome, fill up the circle, and the 24 messy sword qi branched into 24. The two disciples shouted and led the 48 sword qi to attack the stone. The ragged clothes became more and more unbearable, revealing a large piece of flesh on Shi Daxian's chest, shoulders and neck.

Strange to say, the beggar was all in tatters and filthy, but the body under the clothes was white and smooth, even though he was beaten several times a day, he didn't leave any scars.

Shi Shi looked at the 48 sword winds poking at the tip of his nose, and said angrily: "Good job, you are a peach blossom garden, and you will work well. The fairy is impatient, and the disciple is also a hooligan."

He didn't stop talking, but his feet didn't stop. The 48 sword winds were as dense as a fishing net to the naked eye. He looked like a naughty boy playing with rubber bands. Over there, when he said the three characters "yes", "liu" and "meng", the wooden swords had rushed to the faces of the eleventh and thirteenth disciples, facing the eyebrows, and there were two "poofs", and the two disciples called Before he could scream, he fell limply to the ground like a scarecrow.

Two begets three, three begets four... The sword energy in the Xie Xie Formation is divided from 48 to 72 and then to 96, but after a few breaths, it becomes a sword wall like a net, not to mention a whole person, even a Mosquitoes are afraid that they will also be smashed into pieces.

The wooden sword in Shi Shi's hand was parried a few times before it was chopped into pieces. While rolling and crawling to avoid the sword energy, he complained exaggeratedly, complained a few times, and suddenly had an idea, raised his hand to make a tactic, and shouted "" Come."

This is exactly the "Flying Curse" he used in the coffin just now. Shi Daxian's head is not working at all times, and only the simplest method of fetching objects from the air can be used. When the black shadow flashes, he opens his hand Catch it, but this time it's neither a fan nor a jade pendant, but Cen Qihe himself!

When Fengzhu Cen's feet left the ground, he still couldn't figure it out: How high is this person's cultivation level, so that he can take the majestic Wuling Sect Shangfeng Master as an artifact and easily fetch it?

Shi Shi was surprised for a moment, then laughed, wrapped Cen Qihe's waist with one hand, shamelessly blocked him in front of him, flicked his fingers in the air a few times, and flicked away the sword that hit Cen Qihe's face for Cen Qihe Angry, he then yelled at Cen Qihe: "My dear grandson, thank you Patriarch for saving your life!"

Cen Qihe's face turned blue: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated..."

Shitou ignored him, pinched his cheeks and pulled them out, while pulling his voice, imitating Cen Qihe's voice, he shouted: "Master, come and save me! Patriarch is angry! He wants to hang me up and slap me." butt!"

The faces of Wuling disciples were all pale, they couldn't bear the humiliation, the evil spirit used Cen Qihe as a human shield, and the evil-killing array couldn't work any more, all the disciples stepped back, revealing Xue Lingjing who was sitting in the middle of the array.

Xue Lingjing closed his eyes, as if he didn't see or hear, his hands were put together, the index finger of his left hand pointed to the sky, the middle finger rested on top of the index finger, and the remaining three fingers pinched the lotus petals and stood upright in the palm of his right palm.

Shitou looked sharply at the two bloody red fingerprints on his palm, shook his head, and praised himself a few words in his heart—it is really amazing to be able to force Xue Lingjing into such a situation.

The incense in front of the statue seemed to be blown by the sword wind, and slowly ignited again, and a wisp of green smoke stood up straight, extending to a height beyond the sight.

Shi Shi moved his nose like a puppy, and suddenly felt an itchy tip of his nose. He couldn't help covering his mouth, sneezed, and sprayed Cen Qihe's collar.

Cen Qihe: "..."

Suddenly there was a strong wind in the courtyard, losing the warmth and softness of late spring, the setting sun was covered by dark clouds, and a spring thunder suddenly sounded in the drowsy world.

"The unworthy disciple Xue Lingjing asks for your honor," Xue Lingjing bowed and said slowly, "Xue Lingjing entered the Wuling sect since he was a child, and was supported by the master's gate. But now, Wuling is in danger of being overthrown, and the great danger is beyond our reach..."

Shi Shi didn't know what he was doing, but he could vaguely hear that he was talking about himself, he pursed his mouth a little aggrieved, and thought: How can I be so powerful, and I didn't intend to overthrow your sect.

"Master!" Cen Qihe suddenly shouted, "...Think twice!"

Xue Lingjing paused for a moment, but didn't stop: "...Although Lingjing is not talented, he can't let his disciples die in vain and do nothing, and his disciples be humiliated without doing anything... I can do everything outside Wuling, and I can also be sincere inside. I ask the immortal king to show his holiness and kill the evil spirits to prevent future troubles!"

As soon as his words fell, all the disciples responded immediately: "I beg the immortal king to show his holiness and kill the evil spirits to prevent future troubles!"

He yelled three times in a row, and the torrential rain poured down. Immortal cultivators were not immune to rain and thunder, but this rain made more than twenty disciples, including Xue Cen, into drowned chickens.

"Good guy, ask the one I'm most afraid of to beat me..." Shitou finally vaguely understood what they were doing, but he didn't care about it, and just wanted to cry at his face that was getting whiter and whiter in the pond, Thinking of finding a table to drill down to the bottom, Cen Qihe pressed his shoulders tightly, gritted his teeth and looked at him with red eyes, showing an expression of resignation to death.

Shitou: "Hey man, I'm not, alas, I'm really not, I'm really not as good as you think, I'm not worthy of such a big battle!"

No one paid any attention to him, another thunderbolt fell, silver fire suddenly appeared, and with a "boom", the statue in the courtyard suddenly collapsed and shattered into powder and rocks, replaced by a phantom hanging in the hall.

Everyone except the stone raised their heads in unison, and then knelt down on the ground with a "plop plop": "Welcome to the fairy—"

Shi Shi was stunned, and then raised his head following the flow.

The figure is half suspended in the air, dressed in black and white, like a cloud of dizzy ink, wearing a red emerald crown, wearing white cloud brocade boots, a pair of dark eyes as deep as an ancient well, if you look carefully, you can see the hidden treasure inside. A touch of blue, but at this time the eyes are lowered, and only the black eyelashes, the tall nose, and two thin and cold lips can be seen.

This finely crafted face is worthy of the four characters "the posture of heaven and man". It is handsome without losing its majesty, condescending, and not angry.Different from the statue inlaid with gold and jade, except for a vermilion crown, he is only black and white, supplemented by sharp and cold eyebrows and eyes, as if he was painting with a few brushstrokes, and the ink is heavy.

Everyone was in admiration, all surprised and delighted, only Xue Lingjing, his face turned slightly pale, seemed to have noticed something, and looked up at the immortal with some uneasiness.

The third thunder fell, printing Xue Lingjing's face pale, and the audience exclaimed, only to see the phantom of Wuling Immortal Lord slowly disappearing in midair, without even looking at the prayers in that courtyard.

Xue Lingjing's shoulders trembled instantly, and with a "wow", he vomited a mouthful of blood.

God is not polite.Four words suddenly appeared in Stone's mind.

The so-called impolite respect for the gods means that the immortals think that the invitation to the immortals is "not polite", and they leave on their own regardless of the request-however, how can the invitation to the immortals be impolite? face.

However, respecting the gods is a serious crime for those who invite immortals.

Shitou tiptoed to look at Xue Lingjing, who was lying flat on the ground, bleeding from his lips and throat, and his aura was withered like grass.

He took a look and then turned his head away. He played with the half-cut wooden sword handle in his hand for a while, his hair was sticking to his face wetly, and he didn't know what he was thinking. With faint signs of clearing up, he suddenly jumped up, holding half a wooden sword, and slashed at Xianjun's neck!

Everyone was dumbfounded, wondering why this lunatic refused to go to heaven, and insisted on breaking through the gate of hell, only to see Wuling Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of deep blue eyes flashed a silver light, The half-handled wooden sword seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, and it shattered into sawdust with a "click".

Shi Shi looked at his empty hands, grinned at Xianjun, and smiled awkwardly like a child who had gotten into trouble.

The Immortal of Wuling suddenly moved, and Xue Lingjing stopped coughing in the court, and tried to raise his head to look, but saw the Immortal stretched out his knuckle fingers, and slowly tapped towards the center of Shi Shi's eyebrows.

No one dares to underestimate this seemingly ordinary finger. It is rumored that the Wuling Immortal can break the world and fix the world with just such a light finger. This finger can crush Mount Tai and level the sea. The beggars were smashed to pieces.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, and they didn't want to miss the fairy casting spells. Only a few young ones couldn't bear to look away.

With a "snap", a finger flicked on the stone's forehead that was washed clean by the rain.

Xianjun cast a fixed spell.