Self-cultivation in the world of monster hunting

But Sijun patiently told Lu Xiang again.

The river demon is composed of countless unjust souls who drowned in the water. It has no specific form, and the most common form is a cloud of black smoke.But he can also transform into any form.It can be countless people, or it can be a huge monster with no friends.

Such a thing... It is really too difficult to strangle.

Lu Xiang's heart was heavy, and he became more and more worried. After thinking about it, he took out Lu Xiaoji and Lu Xiaogu, and whispered that these two must pay attention to safety, and if there is any unavoidable situation, let them escape first.

Just after explaining, Lu Xiang suddenly felt a little dark again. When he looked up, the sky above their heads was almost covered by dark clouds, as if it was going to be dark after the sun went down.

Sijun snapped his fingers and ignited the flying fire and flew in front of Lu Xiang. Lu Xiang felt sweet for a while, but soon became sour again. He turned his head away from Sijun and said to him: "It's okay, it's not completely black yet. I'm not that useless... If there is a fight in a while, don't worry about me, just deal with the river monster, I won't get hurt anyway."

Sijun doesn't make a sound, which means he doesn't agree.

Lu Xiang bowed his head again, thinking to himself, why does this person treat him so well? I like him more and more. If we want to break up in the future, it will definitely be even more sad.

Thinking about landing, Lu Xiang remained silent, and after walking for a short time, he walked around a small hill, and the magnificent Wanyang River finally appeared in front of everyone.

This is a bend in the river between the two mountains. The river is not wide, and the river flows fast, but the water surface is very calm. From this, it can be seen that the water must be very deep.

From the top down, there is a layer of gray fog from the sky to the water surface. The lower you go, the grayer it is. People are in it, and their sight is quite obstructed. If they are more than three or five feet away, they can't see the face of the person on the other side.

This scene is really indescribably weird.

However, amidst this mass of ashes, there is a place of light.That is the small temple hanging in the middle of the mountain wall.There is only a very narrow plank road from the foot of the mountain to the Xuankong Temple.The Hanging Temple is made of all wood, it is not big, it hangs abruptly on the cliff, only supported by dozens of beams inserted into the cliff at the bottom, from below, you can see the small temple hanging on the cliff, It's really amazing.

To build such a small temple requires the painstaking efforts of countless craftsmen, so the small temple, which is smaller than the main hall of ordinary temples, looks so majestic and majestic on the cliff, which makes people feel awe.

Even the gray fog did not dare to approach the Hanging Temple, and there was a gap in the thick clouds through which the sunlight penetrated, shining directly on the Hanging Temple on the mountain wall.

Meng Chengyan pointed to Xuankong Temple and said, "You two, this is here, what preparations do you need to make?"

Sijun didn't make a sound, just shook his head slightly, and reined in the horse's rope to stop the horse.

Meng Chengyan continued: "Master Sijun, this river monster must know we have arrived, and is hiding under the river now, we have to find a way to force him out. We can try to attack it first, and if it can be strangled, then strangle it. If it can’t, I will weaken it, and then I will use the spiritual weapon in the Xuankong Temple to suppress it.”

"En." Sijun responded, then turned to Lu Xiang and said, "Stay away."

Lu Xiang was reluctant, but he didn't want to embarrass Sijun at this time, so he obediently reined in the horse rope and took a few steps back.

Then Sijun waved to Lu Xiang, and Lu Xiang suddenly felt a translucent barrier around him.

Sijun set up an enchantment for Lu Xiang to protect him. Lu Xiang immediately reacted and wanted to resist, but before he could make a sound, Sijun flew into the sky, startling the horse.

Then, Sijun's black figure passed through the gray fog and suddenly appeared directly above the river bend. Seeing this scene, Meng Xi'an, who had been quiet for a long time, let out a soft drink, then flew into the sky, and gave his horse Startled.

There are two figures, one black and one white, at the top of the river bend.

Although they can't see their faces clearly now, Lu Xiang believes that the two must be looking at each other provocatively, trying to compare with each other.

Lu Xiang couldn't help becoming nervous, and looked at the two of them in the gray fog with wide eyes.

After a while, the sound of the wind rose for no reason, and everyone saw Sijun grabbing in the void, and a huge wind sword appeared in his hand. He held the hilt of the wind sword and thrust it into the river Suddenly, a powerful coercion spread out suddenly, shaking everyone for a while.The horses were frightened and neighed one after another.

The discomfort brought by this coercion has not dissipated yet, another powerful coercion hit, but this time it was Meng Xi'an who made the move.He was holding a folding fan, and when he opened it casually, the gray fog that shrouded them was immediately dispersed.

Sijun and Meng Xi'an glanced at each other, and in a moment of silence, they started to fight at the same time.

The wind sword in Sijun's hand violently stirred the river water, until it turned into a huge vortex.And the folding fan in Meng Xi'an's hand also made an earth-shattering flying sand and rocks.

The rest of the people covered their faces with their sleeves in the turbulent wind and waves, and struggled to stabilize their figures. Only Lu Xiang was safe and sound in the enchantment, and could only look at them anxiously.

After about half a stick of incense, or even shorter, a deafening scream suddenly erupted from the turbid Wanyang River.The scream sounded extremely weird, like the frantic and terrified screams of countless people before they died, and it made people's scalps go numb.

At the same time as the screams sounded, a very thin but dark plume of black smoke slowly flew out of the river. When Lu Xiang saw it, he yelled: "Sijun, it's coming out! Be careful!"

While shouting, both Sijun and Meng Xi'an withdrew their hands, but the black smoke became more and more thicker, and the shouting became louder and louder.

The rest of the people also drew their swords, looking seriously at the black smoke that was about to be as big as a hill.

Neither Sijun nor Meng Xi'an gave it a chance to breathe, and started to attack it violently as soon as it came out. Lu Xiang saw two figures quickly shuttle through the black smoke, and the wind sword and folding fan attacked. The force was very heavy, and the black smoke made strange noises frequently, and after each strange noise, some black smoke would be dispersed.

Meng Chengyan raised his sword, gritted his teeth and said to his disciples, "Let's go!"

While he was speaking, he had already attacked the black smoke with a group of Meng's disciples. The black smoke immediately separated into a group and appeared in front of the group of people, and then turned into dozens of human figures. Fighted with these ten people.

Lu Xiang looked anxious, wanted to come out to help but couldn't get out, so he kept patting the barrier, and said loudly: "Sijun, let me come out to help!"

Ke Sijun turned a deaf ear to what he said, and didn't even turn his head to look at him.

And the battle situation in the black smoke is getting more and more intense. Lu Xiang can only see all kinds of lights flashing, and he can't even see the figure clearly.

And after being attacked by Sijun and Meng Xi'an and screaming again and again, a large cloud of black smoke suddenly turned into thousands of sharp arrows and flew towards Sijun and Meng Xi'an, fast and ruthless, so dense that it was difficult to parry.

And those black sharp arrows were still conscious, just as Sijun and Meng Xi'an dodged, the black arrows immediately turned around behind them and attacked again.Although the two cooperated tacitly and dodged quickly, the black arrow did not hurt them at all, but quickly eased their attack. Now it will take a long time to break up the cloud of black smoke.

And Meng Chengyan and the rest of the Meng disciples were also very difficult.Every puff of human-shaped black smoke can restrain a person, and they can't even go to Sijun and Meng Xi'an's side.

This weird river monster, no wonder it has been difficult to strangle it for so many years, it really is very strong.

Lu Xiang has never blamed himself so much for being useless. At this time, he only hopes that he is the one who fights side by side with Sijun.

The river demon's screams continued, the battle became stalemate, Sijun slightly gained the upper hand.Lu Xiang knew that Sijun would win in the end, but in the end, he would definitely be injured.

Lu Xiang was anxious and angry, and was very nervous watching, Meng Chengyan suddenly wailed in pain, Lu Xiang couldn't help turning his gaze to Meng Chengyan, only to see that the long sword turned into black smoke had pierced his shoulder, and pulled out In an instant, blood suddenly splattered everywhere!

Meng Chengyan groaned again and passed out, falling lightly from the sky.

"Brother!" Meng Xi'an shouted loudly, and was about to fly towards Meng Xi'an, but just as he was about to leave, suddenly another cloud of black smoke stood in front of him, entangled him frantically, he tried his best, but how Can't go around.

Just as Meng Chengyan was about to land, another cloud of black smoke suddenly appeared under him, enveloping his body and flying towards the back of the hill.

"Brother!"

"Sect Master Senior Brother!"

Meng's disciples all shouted and chased after him, but Meng Xi'an couldn't move for a while.His eyes were flushed with anxiety, and he waved the folding fan in his hand as if he was desperate, hoping to kill quickly.

Suddenly, Sijun flashed and flew behind Meng Xi'an, the long wind sword slashed fiercely from top to bottom, and there was a tragic scream in the black smoke, and the black smoke in front of Meng Xi'an quickly dissipated.

Sijun didn't even look back, and continued to attack, saying to Meng Xi'an, "Go."

Meng Xi'an didn't have time to look back, let alone leave a word of thanks, so he flew away in an instant and disappeared quickly.

So at this moment, Sijun is the only one walking through the huge black smoke!

Although Sijun is still able to handle it with ease, this scene still made Lu Xiang terrified. He had a lot of bad premonitions in his heart, but he didn't dare to think about it, let alone say it, for fear that what he, the bastard, would think would be successful. What.

Lu Xiang clapped his hands on the barrier red, and his voice was hoarse. Sijun still refused to let him out to help, and said to him calmly, "It's okay, I can handle it."

Sijun's voice came through the thick black smoke, and Lu Xiang was trembling with anger. He took a deep breath and planned to threaten Sijun that he would kill himself if he didn't let him go out, but he didn't make a sound yet. Lu Xiang suddenly discovered that a sword suddenly appeared behind Sijun!

It was a pitch-black sword, and the light on the blade was so cold that it penetrated.The sword was not operated by anyone at all, but it was extremely fast, and it went towards Sijun's back heart!

Lu Xiang felt as if his heart was being pulled tightly by someone, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he opened his mouth in panic and shouted: "Sijun——"