Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 398
The black cloud is ominous.

The monk suddenly remembered where he had seen this kind of black cloud.

With a quick barrier, the golden mask blocked everyone.

dead!It's dead!

"Go! Go! This is why you are dead! This is ghosts and gods!" The monk yelled!
On the tall building, Mr. Yan also suddenly realized the unusualness of the fog, and flew into the air, fanning vigorously with the fan of Mountains and Rivers in his hand.

The crowd below had long been petrified, and when they heard the word "ghosts and gods" and the black room in front of them, they knelt and crawled to flee.

The crowd scattered and fled, and the one who had been standing there seemed abrupt.He stared at the slow-moving clouds, his face darkened.

He took out a short stick of incense from his pocket, and the incense ignited and floated towards the black clouds.Throwing incense at a certain unlucky guy casually, he also became a person who fled in fear.

"Om."

"Om."

"Om."

The black room was divided into two, most of them left, and a hurricane-like black mist turned towards them, walking towards the crowd.

Mr. Yan looked coldly at the fleeing crowd.Flying to investigate, the robe on his body shook slightly, and his eyes were sharply searching the crowd.Identify someone quickly.He bent down like an eagle and grabbed it, choking his neck.

"My lord, spare my life, my lord, spare my life!" The man kept kicking his legs, repeating this sentence in his mouth.

Glancing at it, he flung the person away, holding a short incense stick in his hand, which would be blown away by the wind.

Soul-inducing incense.

Mr. Yan turned around, looked at the black mist with cold eyebrows, "This thing still has spirit." He flew to the sky above the monk.

"Holy Monk, you leave!" Young Master Yan shouted.

"Amitabha." The monk stepped aside.

Mr. Yan stared at the black mist, chanted mantras, and held a fan in his left hand, on which the big trees formed a forest alone, and a pillar held up to the sky.

The language is full of secrets, and the ears are red flower demon vines.

"Turn!" Master Yan twirled the big fan in his hand, and a phantom of a mountain appeared in front of the fog.

With the fluttering of the big fan, the rain and fog in the fan gradually subsided, revealing the real mountain.

The fog collides with the mountain, and the two dissolve each other, and the fog also takes off the disguise of the fog, revealing something like black water.

Yan Gongzi danced his fan vigorously.For a moment, black water seeped into the mountain.The mountain became Montenegro.

This thing... Young Master Yan frowned.

"Amitabha." The monk recited the Buddha's name.A layer of golden light enveloped the mountain in the fan.

"With the golden light, the black mist will not leak out." The monk explained.

Young master Yan fell to the ground, and the mountain in his hand dissipated.

"Young master, is this the mountain god here?" the monk asked.

"Exactly." Young Master Yan didn't hide anymore.

"Then do you know the origin of this water?"

"A year ago, this water was entangled in hundreds of mountains. The water is invisible, and it can't be grasped or cleaned. It gradually affected the feng shui of Haimen Village. The dead people in the village were also caused by drinking too much water." Mr. Yan explained, Gaze, paused, "But there is one person who can restrain."

The monk was serious, "But the grass benefactor?"

Mr. Yan nodded.

The monk was silent, clasped his hands together, and drooped his brows and eyes.Breathing in and out, "Let her decide for herself."

The two turned into the woods and jumped and ran.It is inconvenient to fly in the mountains and forests, but sprinting is more suitable for tracking.

Soon, the two found Fuchen.

Fu Chen stood motionless in one place.There are black dust whisks scattered beside it.

"Benefactor, what are you doing?" the monk asked.

"Chasing someone." Fu Chen took it for granted, "That damn old man went into a hole in the ground, what the hell, I have to find him out."

"I'll help you too." Young Master Yan turned into a flower tree, with roots deep into the ground.

The monk opened his eyes, and saw that under the grass were roots that were thicker than a human being, and the roots were moving, as if they were sucking something.Going down, I found that the roots are all over the whole mountain.

The roots of the flowers and trees next to it are not so scary, but the ability to break through rocks and escape the earth is not too much.

In the mountains and forests, animals are no longer the masters of the forest.

Trees are in charge of the landscape.Breaking earth into rocks, absorbing wind and rain, and circulating Fengshui in heaven and earth.

"Ah, I got it!" Fuchen exclaimed, pulling the black water in the deep valley up, "Huh?"

From the perspective of the monk's insightful eyes, the complicated roots are holding onto the black water, surrounding it up and down, and the root hairs seep in and swallow the black water.

"Run away." Fuchen regretted.The roots continue to wrap around the black water to suck.

The black water seems to be like a big snake scurrying around, being controlled and devoured by the floating dust.

On the low and invisible battlefield, the floating dust solves the danger silently.

Her roots are inserted into the black water like needles, sucking food bit by bit, growing the roots.

After the black water was gradually absorbed, a piece of gold appeared in the depths of the mountain.

The roots of the floating dust quickly moved towards the golden color.

Before approaching, the intervening person was detected.

Fuchen was furious, and suddenly realized that it was Mr. Yan, his own kind.Resisting the urge to hit someone, he asked, "What do you want?"

"You can't move!" Yan Gongzi was serious, staring at the floating dust, warning.

"Can't move? I've worked so hard to destroy that stuff so it's convenient to eat. Tell me, I can't move?" Fuchen asked gloomyly.

She was guided by the black water to come here and found this glittering golden thing, like mist and water.

The attraction of this thing to her is similar to that of a monk, but it is entangled with black water. When she moves gold, black pulls gold to dodge.She was so annoyed that she desperately eliminated Hei.

"Can't move? Can you tell me a reason why I can't move?" Fuchen yelled, and the roots entangled the roots of flowers and trees, ready to fight fiercely at any time.

"Amitabha." The monk interjected.

"Buddha is useless!" Fu Chen was furious, turning his head to attack the monk.

Dare to disturb her to eat?court death!

Mr. Yan was sweating, and suddenly changed his mind.He knows that the newly grown grass and tree spirits are mostly single-line thinking,

A different angle might work.

"Because it's mine. It's my baby. I'm also your kind. If you snatch the same kind of baby, you will be despised by the demon world in the future." Yan Gongzi said.

Fu Chen was stunned, looked at the monk, and then at Mr. Yan, embarrassed.

She has never been with the same kind.

In the Buddhist temple, there are only pine trees who fight with her and Bodhi who never speaks.

"Here you are, here you are." Genxu let go of Jin.

Although the food is delicious, eating alone is not fun.Fuchen is also willing to accept having a partner or elder brother of the same kind to end the sense of non-belonging in the crowd.

Fuchen pulled out his white roots from the soil, and climbed onto the monk's shoulder to sleep.

"Floating dust." Young Master Yan shouted.

"Huh?" Fu Chen was confused.

"There are still a few mountains for you to eat."

Fu Chen scratched her head, her head was dazed, she didn't speak, she recognized it.

The monk left with the wobbly grass, and Mr. Yan led the way.A flying vertical is a black mountain.

The floating dust fell to the ground, and slowly stretched the roots. Suddenly, the earth and rocks cracked, and the huge roots criss-crossed along the ridge, and the roots were entangled;Accompanied by Longming!
On the big tree, the dragon's body turned into a dragon's head.

As the dragon roared, the black water was swallowed by the roots in one gulp.

The monk let go of the golden mask, and the black water that stretched thousands of miles across the mountains quickly sucked towards the big tree.Looking at the mountains from a distance, it looks like a black dragon dancing, and the big trees shade the sky.

The black water spread from the heel to the trunk, and then ran to the faucet.

The dragon wrapped around the big tree opened its mouth, and black water poured into the mouth.

Young Master Yan looked up at the wooden dragon, his feet turned into roots, and stepped on a piece of golden light in the ground thousands of miles away.The roots turned into feet, and a golden scale appeared in the hand, which was thrown towards the dragon's body.

"Ang!" The wooden dragon roared!
The dragon's body circled, from top to bottom, from bottom to top, roaring into the sky.

The sky was cloudy and the wind was blowing.

The golden scales were attached to the dragon's body, and there was a golden light flowing around it.The wooden dragon is covered with a layer of transfigured gold.

Excited, the monk flew to the sky and looked down at the wooden dragon.Suddenly found no longan.

Eyeless dragon.

My heart is half cold.

Not so much.Not so much.

The monk thought, and his emotions recovered.He was a little anxious, more joyful.

Now only the eyes are missing, and the cultivation is successful.

The dark sky finally began to rain heavily, but it couldn't wash away the joy and expectation in the monk's eyes.

(End of this chapter)