I have a book of good and evil

Chapter 199 Transformation, Wind and Thunder Wings

Good deeds, beating evil people with swords, good deeds, three thousand nine uncles (3900)

When the two remnants fell to the ground and stirred up dust, Feng Bingwen also opened the heavenly book, and saw the newly added line in the record of good deeds as he wished.

"really."

Immediately, Feng Bingwen, who had seemed a little lazy before, became energetic.

In the case of last night, Feng Bingwen also knew that his good deeds had a high probability of increasing with his sword, but last night, after all, he still increased his evil deeds incidentally.

However, in the middle of the night on the top of the mountain and treetops, peeping at other people's mansions? It's impossible to have a gentleman, and it's probably not a good thing.

And the slash he made with the Demon Slaying Sword from the ancient pagoda proved it, and made him let go of his scruples.

"Great harvest!"

Feng Bingwen laughed.

Wearing a brocade robe, the young man with loose black hair, holding a three-foot long sword that shone with a strange bloody aura, smiling happily in the moonlight, immediately made many "people" around him feel chills in their hearts.

"If this is not harvested, I will be sorry for you."

While speaking, Feng Bingwen cast his eyes on a mountain in the distance, and in his eyes, there was a small figure that almost merged with the mountain and rocks, regardless of each other.

"Tu Xingsun?"

Looking at the short and short dwarfs, Feng Bingwen's feet flickered with earthy yellow aura, and a slender and tall figure stepped out step by step, across a distance of several miles.

Dao body supernatural powers shrink to an inch!

"Be very careful!"

While strolling in the courtyard, Feng Bingwen was already standing in front of an inconspicuous rock hidden among the rubble, and as he stood in front of it, the rock trembled slightly with an undetectable arc.

"Do you need me to ask you out?"

Feng Bingwen spoke.

"Don't bother your son, the little one will show up!"

Under Feng Bingwen's gaze, the stubborn stone turned into a huddled dwarf, rolled down at his feet, stretched his limbs, revealing a funny face and a round body like a ball.

"Actor?"

Feng Bingwen frowned, the appearance of this dwarf reminded him of an actor who was bound to be raised by a family of officials for fun.

"Young Master has good eyesight. The young one is just an actor who entertains others. I hope you will show mercy."

Hearing Feng Bingwen's words, the dwarf showed a flattering smile on his funny round face with two mustaches, making him look even more ridiculous.

However, his eyes were narrowed by the stiff smile, and he unconsciously looked at the red sword in Feng Bingwen's hand, showing a look of fear.

He just saw that the clan elder from the Zhong family branch was beheaded without saying a word, without even having time to say a word.

Although it looks very hip-stretching, but he has been able to transform into a mysterious light flying into the sky. This is at least a spell that can only be practiced by monks in the Yunling Realm.

As for him, although he was also rewarded by the master for the method of cultivation, he barely joined the practice by eating and drinking, but he was different from those monks who read Taoism scriptures since childhood and enlightened their spiritual practice.

"Youling? Then which family did you raise?"

Feng Bingwen asked casually.The demon-slaying sword in his hand didn't cut it down. This guy looks too weak. The key is that he has no malicious intentions on him. The reason why he came to him was because this guy was lying on the ground besides the sinister old man. The most recent one is also the funniest way to hide.

"The Cao family in the capital!"

The dwarf replied in a humble tone, and when he told his background, his tone unconsciously carried a bit of arrogance.

"He's from Kyoto? He's pretty good at running. What's your knowledge?"

"The little one has gone to many places with the master, and in terms of knowledge, he is better than ordinary people."

The dwarf replied hastily.

"Can you recognize these guys lying around my house?"

"The one you beheaded just now is from the Zhong family in Jiangyin Prefecture, Xiangxi Prefecture, but according to my little understanding, this family is a branch of a well-known sect practice family in Xiangxi Prefecture, and is good at exorcising ghosts and controlling corpses."

In order to verify the truth of what he just said, the dwarf explained the origin of the old Taoist that Feng Bingwen had just chopped down like beans pouring down a bamboo tube.

"Not bad, it's still useful, I won't kill you for now."

Feng Bingwen swiped lightly with his left hand, and the gravel and gravel beside the dwarf immediately gathered, directly wrapping him inside.

When the dwarf found out that Feng Bingwen imprisoned him with earth and rocks, his face was still happy, but when he used the power of the earth spirit he had cultivated, he found that the earth was silent, and he did not respond to him, but instead locked him tightly, moving no.

"How could this be?"

The dwarf is terrified, this kind of situation will only happen when he encounters the young master who is said to come out of the Cao family every 500 years, but what kind of talent is the young master, the Houtu Xuanyuan body who was born close to the immortal, worshiped in the immortal sect , I heard that it is preparing to form a pill.

Feng Bingwen naturally ignored the dwarf's astonishment, his eyes turned to the nearby mountain, and as he looked over, there were black scorpions, centipedes, poisonous snakes and other five poisonous things running away in a hurry. At some point, the top of the mountain has turned into a nest of poisonous insects.

"It shouldn't go wrong!"

Seeing the terrifying scene of the poisonous insects raging, Feng Bingwen muttered, raised his sword and slashed down.

The sword light is mighty, and the killing intent soars to the sky.

The killing intent came from the red sword in Feng Bingwen's hand. This is one of the only three complete monster-slaying swords among the broken ancient treasures. When the sword points at inhuman objects, it will have a strong reaction.

At this moment, under the sweeping of the sword light, there are probably tens of thousands of poisonous insects that were directly crushed into a paste and powder, which was sticky and spread all over the ground.

Then, there was a hysterical howl. It was a strange creature who looked like a human but not a human, and who looked like a bug but not a bug. He obviously didn't have any scars on his body, but he seemed to have been cut with a sword.

"My lord, I don't know this guy, but judging by his appearance, he should be from the southern border. He cultivated some kind of witchcraft. If he trained himself into such a ghostly appearance, he probably doesn't care about his body anymore. Just now His soul may be mixed in a bug, he wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was cut off by the young master's sword, and now he seems to have lost his soul."

"Ok!"

Hearing the appropriate explanation beside him, Feng Bingwen nodded, raised his hand and slashed the sword again, and directly chopped off the roaring insect man. After cutting, he glanced at the book of heaven, and his good deeds increased by more than [-]. , There are quite a few, but it is normal for those who play with bugs to be easily distorted.

Feng Bingwen couldn't bear it any longer with three swords in hand, nearly [-] rewards for good deeds, his figure disappeared, leaving behind a phantom in place, when he reappeared, a roar of shock and anger sounded,

"Shuzi, dare you?"

boom--

The deafening thunder spread, and a slightly hunched figure spread its wide wings surrounded by wind and thunder, with an astonishing momentum, rushing into the night sky, but running away in embarrassment.

Below him, a young man dressed in white and with black hair scattered freely ascended to the sky, following him like a shadow, the wind and thunder that entangled towards him was randomly pushed away, and the ease and freehand feel shocked many people.

"Is that the elder of the Zhao family, Zhao Tianbao?"

"How is it possible? He is not a great cultivator in the Mortal Transformation Realm, and he even used the wind and thunder wings, how could he be in such a mess?"

"Look, it's time to fight again. Hiss, the wings of the old Zhao Clan were torn off, and blood was spilled? Flesh and flesh?"

"I have long heard that there is an elder of the Zhao family who is not talented in cultivation, but is especially good at practicing. Now that I see it, he really lives up to his reputation. He actually refined the supernatural power of Fengleiyi into his body, and really transformed into a pair of wind and thunder wings. Pity."

"I didn't expect such a remote place to have such a murderous person living in seclusion, retreat."

"The big thing is not good, the best policy is to go."

"It's not suitable to stay here for long."

The fight that broke out suddenly and ended in a very short time stunned the "people" hidden among the mountains, rivers, plants and trees below. Many people were frightened and prepared to run away.

Condensing Qi, Opening Vessels, Accumulating Spirits, Shedding Mortals, Yuan Dan
For the aristocratic family that has been passed down for thousands of years, monk Yuandan is the mainstay existence, and naturally he will not be sent out as a wayfinding stone when the situation is unclear.

And the monks in the mortal state are also extremely important to the aristocratic family. Most people present did not expect that there was such a big monk lurking here, and he was found out and beaten.

Every time a monk crosses a level of cultivation, earth-shaking changes will occur to the monks. Even in the same level, even in the initial stage of Qi Condensation, there may be exaggerated situations where one person beats a hundred people.

At a higher level, the gap in combat power will naturally be widened, but coming from the famous thousand-year-old Zhao family, or a metamorphic monk who has already refined the supernatural power of Fengleiyi into his body, it is nothing to be considered. the weak.

Metamorphosis means to obtain the meaning of transforming into an immortal. After reaching this level of practice, some monks will refine supernatural powers into their bodies, produce changes in blood and flesh, and have a single thought, with almost no mana consumption—of course, this is only this level One of the practice methods, there is also the method of condensing supernatural powers, talismans, and Taoism.

"Well, want to go?"

The changes below were naturally noticed by Feng Bingwen in the sky. Those guys who thought they were hiding well were like bonfires lit in the dark in his eyes.

"Leave it all to me!"

Feng Bingwen quickly caught up with the old guy with only one wing left in front of him, ignoring the flesh and blood wings of the other party who actually felt real pain, cut it off with a sword, kicked him on the chest, and finally hit him again. A sword was added to his neck.

After completing the set of flowing clouds and flowing water, Feng Bingwen didn't have time to see how many good deeds he had done by beheading the strongest in the field, so he swooped down, chasing and killing those who were already scared to death, and started to run away with all their magical powers snoopers.

"You idiots, this monster has supernatural powers and can see through illusions, and none of you can escape."

A pangolin spirit who was shaken out of the ground by Feng Bingwen's kick saw a blood-red sword energy falling from him, and in desperation, issued a final warning.

"Kill him!"

It is one of the eternal truths in this world that a dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.

Under the crisis of life and death, no one is willing to sacrifice to help others.

(End of this chapter)