Taoist chanting

Chapter 452
Flying in the air, patrolling around the water area in a leisurely manner, Zhang Wenfeng had a trace of worry in his eyes.

It has been three years and four months since he entered the blessed land. The climate here has become more and more severe. The yang evil energy has eroded and dropped seven to eight feet. The trees on the four small islands have died, the food is insufficient, the temperature is hot and dry, and the waterfowl and other small animals and insects have disappeared. Half of the time, sooner or later there is no more noise and excitement than three years ago.

The pond water has shrunk by about [-]%, and the water level has dropped by more than five feet.

The stone pillar where he used to stand in the water and read scriptures to the water spirit will be exposed to the surface of the water.

The blue waves submerged the stone pillars from time to time, and exposed them again, endlessly.

Everything shows that the blessed land is rushing towards the end of the road, irreversible. Even the evil spirits and ghosts in the yellow sand land have no interest in fighting or quarreling with the foreign Taoist priests. They hide in their respective underground lairs, adapting to the sudden increase. The malevolent yang energy in him is too busy to take care of himself.

Anyway, whether to fight or not to fight, one will die in the end.

It's nothing more than the difference of a few years between early death and late death.

According to the endless increase of such violent yang evil spirit, they may die first.

The last time Zhang Wenfeng broke into the dry land to fight with provocative evil spirits was a year ago.

In that battle, the sky was dark and the sky was dark, and the killing was relentless. He used all his magical powers once, even the landscape shifting talisman at the bottom of the box. evil spirits.

In the end, three evil spirits were killed, and all the besieging evil spirits and ghosts were killed and exited the dry land.

Thousands of miles of huge pits were in a mess, and the atmosphere was chaotic.

The outburst of madness, killing, and powerful combat power made the evil spirits no longer dare to lightly start the war.

The evil spirits originally thought that they would be sure to win by lying in ambush from all sides, but they didn't know that the methods of the soldiers were endless. Apart from the swords, the magic weapons were changed one after another, and they were so fierce that they were in a mess. It was obvious that the combat power was about to be exhausted, and the protective green, blue, and yellow lights On the verge of shattering the darkness, the Taoist priest used magic to uncover a bottle and swallowed a mouthful of the green liquid, and he recovered as before.

How to kill?All the remaining world spirits were terrified. They didn't know how many mouthfuls of that green liquid were still in that bottle?
Zhang Wenfeng was scarred and wounded after the war, and the two cassocks and Taoist robes he wore were almost useless. He spent more than two months recuperating in the woods on the island and took a lot of pills before he could be considered fully healed. Afterwards, he spent another three months to put the He swallowed the mood blemishes caused by the vitality essence of various trees to repair them.

Before the battle, he prepared for the worst in advance, using a secret method to collect a mouthful of green liquid wood energy and imprison it for preparation.

Do not fight unprepared battles, and do not fight unsure battles.

That time he killed without any scruples, let him go to death without hesitation, let him hone his sword skills that had not improved for several years, and broke through to the "unity of human and sword" sword state of "fitting with the body", which made his ears clean until now, and also It's worth it.

It's just that things that devour the vitality of trees can be done less in the future, as little as possible.

The temptation is too great, and the hidden danger is not small.

Zhang Wenfeng landed lightly on the blue-black stone pillar that was constantly being swayed by the water, and the cloth shoes under his feet were quickly wet. He did not call on Yuan Qi to protect him. Looking around, the blue waves were undulating, but the one who listened to his chanting appeared every day more than a year ago The Shui Jingmei, who changed form from time to time, disappeared and never appeared again.

I don't know if I hid, or what?
He searched the entire bottom of the water and under the four small islands, and searched for many holes, but he didn't find the Water Spirit Charm.

The Jingmei appeared miraculously and then disappeared miraculously.

It just so happened that the evil spirits outside the waters made a provocation, and he just needed to vent the emotions accumulated in his heart for a long time, and the two hit it off and had a fierce fight.

Walking slowly into the water, sinking about three feet, Zhang Wenfeng recited "Wishing Water Chapter" as usual, and after three times, he pulled out his sword from his waist, and silently recited Chapter 1 of the Dao Sutra, with invisible thoughts on his body like water ripples Slowly spread out.

He waved his sword and practiced the "falling wood flying sword" that he was familiar with in his bones one by one.

Gradually immersed in the state of "human and sword in one", the sword light changes, and the sword aura flutters, like a group of fish turning sharply and moving underwater, gathering indefinitely, and every movement and stillness reveals the nature and mystery of the Dao.

He chanted scriptures and practiced swords underwater every day, studied the talisman classics he had collected from Bianwu Guo Nawu Space in the cave on the small island, meditated to maintain his current cultivation level, drank tea, painted, and touched trees in his spare time. Dispel the anxiety that is gradually growing in my heart.

He was waiting, consuming, waiting for the water surface to drop to only about four or five feet from the bottom. He believed that there was still a last chance.

When almost all the holes in the pillars of the small island are exposed, he will search for them one by one, dig deep, and dig out the missing water spirit from the bottom of the water.

The little guy who was lucky enough to be born with water is very likely to be the key to his going out, and he only has this little hope left.

So he has to wait patiently for more than three years. The further back, the faster the water level will drop, which he has already concluded through observation.

The environment will become even worse, and the whole blessed land will become like a dead place. The trees will die, the waterfowl will disappear, and the fish will be hard to find.

The long sword swiped in the blue water, not too fast, just like swinging a sword on the ground long ago, the light of the sword was complicated and gorgeous, until the last sword stabbed upwards in a "flying style".

The sound of the water was splashing, and the momentum was huge. Jian Guang and the figure merged into one and rushed out of the water.

After killing twenty feet in the air, the sword energy soared into the sky, exploded in the sky, and reverberated for a long time.

Zhang Wenfeng volleyed out of the air, his robe fluttering, with a fairy posture, and his face was flat without any fluctuations. His swordsmanship has reached the extreme of "fitting with the body" sword state, and he doesn't care much about when he can break through.

At present, finding a way to get out of trouble is the top priority.

Where there is life, there is hope.

He practiced swordsmanship in order to increase his strength, so as to prevent the world spirits from fighting him desperately in the final madness.

Standing quietly in the air, slowly coming out of the feeling of the sword, the sun shines on his body, he will not feel hot, his gaze suddenly falls on the water near the small island in the east, where there is a slowly forming vortex, The waves spread around.

With a heartbeat, two ups and downs in the air, to the top of the water.

The vortex was already the size of a wellhead, black and bottomless, cold and cold air came out, the sound of the water rushing rapidly affected the nearby water surface, and the movement gradually became louder.

He probed down with his divine sense, and just a few feet in, he was thrown out by an irresistible strange force.

"Third-order water technique?"

Zhang Wenfeng murmured to himself, and he sensed a trace of familiarity.

It was the water spirit that appeared, and miraculously reached the third level of cultivation. He thought for a moment, floated up more than ten feet, and waited quietly. He did not choose to attack the vortex below with his sword at this time.

The water will eventually come out, he just waited.

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(End of this chapter)