Shenhao's Journey to Myriad Worlds

Seeing Chu Renmei approaching quickly, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, bit the tip of his tongue again, sprayed his blood on the mahogany sword, took a step forward, and put the Maoshan jade pendant back into Wang Xuebin's hand, blocking him in front of.

As an elder, how could he watch Wang Xuebin stand in front of him?

Lin Fengjiu is not old yet!

Seeing Uncle Jiu's movements, Wang Xuebin shook his head, without saying anything, took out a large handful of talismans, handed them to Uncle Jiu, and also took a step forward, standing beside Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Ninth is not old, how could he, Wang Xuebin, be willing to hide under the wings of others?

He has always believed that if you are poor, you will be alone, and if you are rich, you will benefit the world. He who is capable of fighting will only be the one who protects others!

He, Wang Xuebin, is not weak!

With his eyes fixed on Chu Renmei, he took out a hundred mahogany swords again with a wave of his hand, poured the blood of the cockscomb on his hand, and flew out without reservation.

Before the wooden sword could reach Chu Renmei's body, it was corroded into ashes by the ghostly aura it diffused, but Chu Renmei's movements were not affected at all.

On the other hand, when Uncle Jiu saw this scene, he seemed to think of something, and asked hesitantly:

"Guanlan, you have the art of heaven and earth in your sleeve. I wonder if you have prepared the magic weapon needed to open the altar?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin frowned and laughed softly.

For a person with a storage space, you should never try to guess what is in his space, especially for a person with a large storage space like Wang Xuebin.

Because, he can put everything in it!

"Yes, as small as cleaning the house, as large as Luotian Dajiao, I have prepared everything you can name here. What do you need?"

Hearing Wang Xuebin's words, Uncle Jiu obviously breathed a sigh of relief, smiled sassyly, and said sonorously:

"Give me the pen, ink, paper knife, bell seal and flag, incense candle offerings, and the mysterious altar of laws. If you drag it for me for a moment, I will open the altar to practice!"

"Haha! Order!"

Hearing that Uncle Jiu had a solution, Wang Xuebin also smiled boldly, and waved out the magic weapon needed by Uncle Jiu, and sent it to ten meters behind him together with Uncle Jiu.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step forward, and in an instant, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the ground surged layer by layer, and the altar where Uncle Jiu was located rose a hundred feet in response to the sound, forming the appearance of a high altar.

The so-called altar is one foot high, and the method wins three points. It is also the first time for Uncle Jiu to use a high altar of [-] feet!

"Guanlan, just hold on, don't fight hard!"

"Don't worry, leave it to me!"

That's what he said, but Wang Xuebin still rushed out, and he had no better way to deal with this disgusting enemy except to grind it little by little.

"Heaven and earth are born, yin and yang begin to form, push away two qi, mix one into a spirit, five thunders and five thunders, rush to yellow and ning, dense and change, roar lightning, hear and call immediately, send out yang sound quickly, as urgent as a law !disease!"

There was a roaring sound, and the electric light flickered again. Under Wang Xuebin's control, the ion magic glowing with golden lights turned into a sharp sword, slashing left and right, and circling with Chu Renmei.

On the dharma altar, Uncle Jiu, who was dressed in Taoist robes, looked at Wang Xuebin with concern. He saw thunder in his demeanor, threatening wind and fire, and a look of ease, so he was relieved and opened the altar with concentration.

Concentrating and calming down, he took out three incense sticks, inserted them into the incense burner respectfully, swung the mahogany sword, and stabbed a talisman directly.

Put the left hand together with the sword finger, insert it into the bowl in front of the altar that contains the whole grains, lift it, shake it, the grains shake off, leaving only one grain of rice at the fingertips.

With a flash of light in his eyes, he stepped on a gangster, danced with his hands, and swayed the three Dharma incense sticks to light the incense, and with a swipe of his left hand, the rice grains were like golden pills, blooming golden brilliance.

"The fragrance is heavy and echoes the heavens and the earth. The golden bird runs like a cloud arrow, the jade rabbit shines like a wheel, the southern star and the Big Dipper are shining all over the sky, and the five-color clouds are noisy. The temple is opened in the Ziwei Palace, and the flying clouds come down on horseback! "

Throwing his right hand lightly, the mahogany sword stood upright in front of the altar. Uncle Jiu picked up the talisman pen with his right hand, splashed ink, and wrote the talisman.

"The cloud seal is too empty. At the beginning of the catastrophe, it is floating at first, sinking or floating, wandering in five directions, more than ten feet away, the innocent emperor, who writes a book with a pen, plays a hole chapter, writes a magic talisman, and descends at the beginning of time. It is true and clear, it is manifested, it is hidden, it is not, Maoshan Lin Fengjiu's order!"

As soon as the seal was covered, a red light flashed across the talisman. Uncle Jiu picked up the talisman, put it into the bowl, and smashed the rice grains in his left hand straight into it.

Just in an instant, flames ignited in the bowl, and Uncle Jiu dipped his hand into the bowl, and tongues of fire ignited in his hand.

"What is the word of the heavens? When you tap it, you will respond. The spirit of the god is here, and you can feel it. The disciple Maoshan Lin Fengjiu is ashamed to ask the patriarch. The knife cuts without stopping, and the magic soldiers are as urgent as the law!"

After reciting the mantra, he raised his hands to the sky, and the fire burst out, piercing the void. Seeing this, Uncle Jiu took a long breath, looked under the altar again, and sat down with his heart turned towards Yuan.

Now, just wait!

Here, Wang Xuebin's hand flashed with lightning, stabbing from left to right, blocking Chu Renmei's intention of approaching the altar.

Looking at the fierce Chu Renmei, Wang Xuebin frowned. This Chu Renmei is really difficult to deal with.

Chu Renmei is not only full of mind, but also has a keen sense of danger just like Wang Xuebin.

This fight between a man and a ghost is like a dance. If it rains and a little girl comes to try to persuade them to fight, then this place will be like a famous scene!

"Stop beating, you won't be able to kill anyone like this!"

It's just that there is no rain here, and there are no little girls trying to persuade them to fight. The battles here seem to be playful, but they are actually very dangerous.

You predicted my prediction, and I predicted your prediction. If there is a slight mistake, you will be seriously injured and die.

In Wang Xuebin's view, Chu Renmei is no less difficult than that black wizard Morgana.

In the dark brown ghost air mass, Chu Renmei flickered from left to right, as if she could travel through space, and also transformed into many familiar figures of Wang Xuebin to confuse Wang Xuebin's mind.

So far, Wang Xuebin has killed sixteen Ji Yanran, fifteen Zhao Zhi, and even Li Mengyuan, Xin Yao and others, more than a dozen. As for his parents, the number of times has been countless.

"President Wang!"

Boom!

"Wang Xuebin!"

Boom

"Guanlan!"

"Shuazizipa!"

One after another phantoms were broken, but they never hurt the essence of Chu Renmei. Wang Xuebin always reminded himself, don't worry, be calm, and be patient.

But seeing familiar faces die in front of him in various ways, how could Wang Xuebin calm down?

"Get out of the way!"

The right hand slammed on the ground suddenly, and the shining electric current formed an electric wall, blocking Chu Renmei's intention to advance. Then the right hand turned over, and the ground lifted layer by layer, pressing towards Chu Renmei.

Chu Renmei turned back, avoided the ground stained with cockscomb blood, and leaned not far away, looking at Wang Xuebin with gritted teeth.

It could feel that the threat from the altar was getting stronger and stronger. If it hadn't been unable to escape from Huangshan Village, it would have left long ago.