Taoist chanting

Chapter 469

Enduring the tearing pain in his head, Zhang Wenfeng threw away the talisman held in his left hand, pinched a green wood worry-free formula, and propped the sword on the ground with his right hand, reciting in his mouth: "Tao can be the way, but it is not the eternal way."

The scriptures languang affect the way of the underworld, and the thoughts are as powerful as water, washing down from the head.

He knew the two volumes of ancient scriptures in the sea were haloed with golden light, emitting a shining brilliance, illuminating him thoroughly.

The "Blood Curse Soul Shadow" that jumped into his body had nowhere to hide, screaming and fleeing in a hurry, but unfortunately it is easy to come in and difficult to get out. As Zhang Wenfeng chanted the scriptures word by word, the invisible golden light covered the whole body It has become a cage for the ghost shadow of the blood curse.

In a short time, the shadow of the blood cursed soul was riddled with holes by the ubiquitous golden light.

Zhang Wenfeng breathed a sigh of relief quietly, hearing what Zhong Wenyong said was so troublesome, it seemed like that was the case, and he was vulnerable.

Zhong Wenyong once said that the witch cultivator who casts the blood curse soul shadow needs at least the third level of cultivation, and must have great resentment and pain in order to stimulate the potential of his own soul to the maximum. , Essence, blood and soul are sacrificed to form a soul shadow. Once the spell is cast, there will be no afterlife and this life, and it will completely disappear in the world.

This is a brutal style of play that burns jade and stone together.

Moreover, it is more difficult to invite the gods. Even if you burn yourself out, the gods of the upper realm may not be able to take care of you.

The soul shadow of the blood curse successfully formed by God can ignore most of the protection of spells and magic weapons. It is invisible, invisible, and extremely fast. It only attacks the soul of the cursed person.

There are better ways to break it. Wearing the "Eight Diagrams Soul Talisman" drawn by the talisman master can prevent the blood curse on the upper body.

Of course, it also depends on the strength comparison between the soul talisman and the blood curse shadow, as well as the contribution of the gods who are invited to move.

The second is that if you can't resist, you simply let your upper body fight with your thoughts, delay time, and slowly compete with the soulless blood curse to consume energy. Killing means that the stronger one wins, even if he wins, the gain is not worth the loss, and he will inevitably suffer serious damage to his vitality.

Tu Kun once jokingly said in a casual chat that Xuanmu originally used Xuanmu to cleanse him of his crimes, and he did it casually, so the things left behind seemed shabby.

Unintentionally, Tu Kun said that his bastard brother in the upper world was making money.

There is no way to draw "eight trigrams soul talisman" in Xianlingguan. Zhang Wenfeng thought about it and waited until he went back. He exchanged his merit points that he had never used once with Daolu Academy for some rare talisman making methods.

His current level of talisman painting can barely be regarded as a third-tier talisman master.

Good things that are easy to carry like the eight trigrams soul talisman, you can put them on your body for safety.

After reading Chapter 1 of the "Tao Sutra", most of the blood curse ghost shadow in the body was wiped out, and there were still a few places trembling, which could no longer turn the wind and waves.

The golden light of his Sea of ​​Consciousness Ancient Scroll has a great restraint effect on evil spirits, ghosts, and external spirits, and can also cleanse witchcraft, spells, etc. on him, a fact that has been verified through countless cases.

This brainless blood-cursed soul shadow ran into his body, looking for death.

His previous escape was subconsciously avoiding the danger of self-explosion, and he was frightened by Zhong Shanshen's previous warning.

The next time he encounters a similar situation, he can deal with it calmly.

If you have experienced many things, you will gain a lot of knowledge.

Zhang Wenfeng turned around suddenly, drew an arc in the air with the long sword in his hand and pointed at the river more than a hundred feet away, ready to go.

Under the quiet moonlight, a hazy figure stood at the head of the slowly rising water waves, with a graceful figure, and long hair like water plants dragged in the water, exuding a dark blue luster.

The water moved silently, and the night insects several miles away quietly stopped their chirping.

After Zhang Wenfeng saw who was coming, he stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.

"Monastery... is it you fighting with others?"

Appearing in the water was Yang Shuilan, whom she hadn't seen for a long time. She asked in surprise, and her face gradually became clear.

A pair of dark blue eyes shone like precious stones, glanced around, and with the help of water veins and water vapor, he could clearly understand the situation within ten miles.

She stared at the messy battlefield hundreds of feet away, with broken jade bones of different sizes scattered around.

The master of the temple has a good method. He killed three third-level witch cultivators single-handedly. Among them was a third-level witch warrior from the "Jade Tower Gate". The warrior blew himself up tragically, and even though he was covered in the blood cursed ghost, he seemed to be fine. Except for the rupture of the robe on his left shoulder, there was no other injury.

The temple master really hides his secrets, it was like this before, and it is even more so now.

She regretted that she missed witnessing a wonderful battle. Of course, she didn't mind contributing a little bit to help the temple master deal with the enemy. The favor she owed the temple master has never been repaid.

Zhang Wenfeng nodded slightly, did not answer Yang Shuilan's nonsense, and asked, "Is this river your new territory?"

He didn't use the spiritual eye technique, so he couldn't see the cultivation level of the water goddess in front of him, but he felt that the other party hadn't recovered to the fourth level. He didn't like or dislike Yang Shuilan, who had been reincarnated in the ninth life and was the awakening god in this life.

When we meet in the wild, we will subconsciously be on guard, but we won't show it.

The good and evil of the human heart are the most unpredictable.

"From Guiying Mountain to the depths of the ups and downs, this Liuzhi River has a winding waterway of more than [-] miles. It is my current shelter." Yang Shuilan will not say much about how many people she killed in order to open up this water area. Big and small monsters, monks and gods, the three caves of the cunning rabbit, she still has other places to hide, otherwise she was poisoned by the guardians of the witch clan three years ago.

Yang Shuilan asked: "Monastery Master, you are under the blood curse, are you all right? Do you need my help?"

The blue color on Zhang Wenfeng's face returned to normal, and he smiled and said: "It can still be dealt with, please protect me for a moment, I will spend some time dealing with the residual blood curse ghost."

He said it very easily, and accepted the other party's kindness smoothly. Yang Shuilan was able to see through the wreckage of the battlefield and clues that he had been casted by the blood curse, so he didn't make a fuss. .

Yang Shuilan stood at the head of the water wave, did not come over, and said with a smile: "The temple master can cast spells."

Compared with the indifference and inhumanity four or five years ago, she now has a human touch.

She yelled "Guanzhu" one by one, very comfortable.

Zhang Wenfeng recited the scriptures silently, and after three times, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of viscous, foul air. The blood curse ghost shadow in his body was completely removed, leaving a lot of pure energy, which he did not absorb rashly, and concentrated it in the chest acupoints to imprison him.

After returning to the mountain and asking Tu Kun to make a decision, whether to absorb it for his own use or excrete it is all in his mind.

Putting the sword back into its sheath, Zhang Wenfeng said: "I've cleaned up the battlefield and left here as soon as possible. The fourth-level masters of the witch clan will come at any time. You should go back too, so as not to hurt you."

He didn't ask about Yang Shuilan's follow-up when he went to Daliang to discuss the claims with the Wu Clan. Since Yang Shuilan found a river in the wilderness as a territory, the talks with the Wu Clan must have collapsed.

But the monks of the witch tribe stayed here, and Yang Shuilan didn't attack. Maybe there was some agreement between the two sides?
Or maybe it was Yang Shuilan thinking about the incense and fire more than [-] years ago, maybe?
"My lord, please go ahead!"

Yang Shuilan didn't say anything to persuade her to stay, but handed her off.

After Zhang Wenfeng returned the gift, he returned to the pitted battlefield, searched and picked up a few fragments of flying swords and broken treasures, the only complete one was a dark red thick shield-shaped identity card with tall buildings and "Yuloumen" engraved on the front On the back, there are two lines of characters engraved: Patriarch Hall is passed on, Guan Nan.

After carefully looking at it, I found that this shiny dark red metal plate was a treasure.

Finally, he was pleasantly surprised. He put the sign in his pocket, flew over another battlefield more than ten miles away, searched the two corpses, and took away the treasures of a topaz board and a green leaf separately. From then on, the knives and swords were naturally picked up into the storage space for storage.

After collecting the loot, he didn't have time to deal with several corpses and puppets, so he rushed to the northeast.

Yang Shuilan's warning voice suddenly came from beside his ear: "Monastery Master, don't leave in a hurry, the pursuers of the Great Liang Dynasty are coming soon."

Zhang Wenfeng was startled, so fast?
The time he was delayed was just over a quarter of an hour. Even a fourth-order witch cultivator couldn't come across such a long distance?

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(End of this chapter)