Wanjie Athletics, I choose Zhang Sanfeng to start

It's not just small talk.

The world is improving rapidly and flourishing rapidly.

Every moment, there will be different adventures, appearing in every corner of the world.

For an existence like Cao Zhe, these "adventurous encounters" are, of course, equal to nothing.

But for most ordinary practitioners, it is extremely precious, and it is worth paying a huge price to find it.

A group of immortal cultivators exchanging information with each other is the core theme of this gathering.

One of the immortal cultivators suddenly mentioned a strange event he had heard recently, which gradually attracted the attention of all the fellows.

"Have you heard?"

"The flying mural of Lanruo Temple in the capital was blocked by a painter with a painting!"

"What's going on? Tell me carefully!" Everyone around became interested.

Of course, it is more of a mentality of keen to watch the excitement and gloating.

The flying murals of Lanruo Temple, among them, there is also a "dongtian", which hides a fairy-like beauty.

The monks in the temple often attract believers with wisdom roots, even passing tourists and scholars, to watch the murals, guide them to enlightenment, jump out of appearance, and enter the Buddhist gate.

To put it more thoroughly, it is in 'fishing law enforcement'.

Through the intense hue and emotional ups and downs, many people forcibly "see through", thus abandoning their homes and careers and entering the sect to practice.

This method actually seems a bit 'dirty'.

Cultivators of immortals know the strangeness of it, and most of them despise it.

It's just that there are many monks in the Buddhist Painting Temple, and all of them are not weak in cultivation, so they dare not provoke them when they are idle.

Now it is heard that there is a painter who blocked the murals on which the Buddhist Painting Temple relies to "pass people". How can it not arouse everyone's curiosity?

"This matter has to be traced back decades, but it is said that there is a painter surnamed Wu who somehow won the favor of the master in the early years. Thanks to the love of the master, he was given a magic brush."

"Drawing with the magic brush, as long as you draw the charm, you can draw whatever you want."

"After the painter surnamed Wu died, he passed the magic brush on to his closed disciple, the painter Zhao Shouan. Although Zhao Shouan did not practice civil and martial arts, his painting skills were outstanding. He was especially good at painting Zhong Kui. Every time he painted, he would attract the wind It is a masterpiece, as if Zhong Kui is really on the paper, ready to jump out at any time to cast down demons."

"A few days ago, Zhao Shouan and his friend Zhu Changsheng went to Lanruo Temple to play. His friend was attracted by the murals, and his soul flew into it without knowing it. He was bewitched by the girl in the painting. .”

"Zhao Shou'an went to ask the monk in that temple, but the monk only talked about fate and didn't help him. Instead, he asked Zhao Shou'an to look at the murals more, maybe he could gain something."

The immortal cultivator who was in charge of telling the story took a sip of tea, and then hurriedly continued with the expectant eyes: "Zhao Shou'an is also very human. His master Wu painter has been painting all his life, but he dare not use that magic brush to draw ghosts and gods." , Yaoxie, just draw some mortal objects with a magic brush, in exchange for some wine money."

"Zhao Shou'an is different. In a fit of anger, he used the white wall as paper and morning dew as ink, and painted a statue of Zhong Kui on the side of the mural."

"When Zhong Kui closed his eyes, the sky and the earth changed color, and the beauties on the painted wall also panicked and fled in all directions."

"In Lanruo Temple, there is a great sound of Buddha, and on the murals, there is a scene of Zhong Kui fighting the Buddhist Dharma Guardian King Kong."

"It's clearly a battle in the painting, but the sound of the Buddha and the light of the gods penetrate the wall and spray around, turning the original Lanruo Temple into ruins."

"Many monks died in this sudden outbreak."

"As for Zhao Shou'an and his magic brush, they also disappeared in Lanruo Temple. After hearing about it, many people wanted to look for it."

"If Zhao Shou'an is really dead, then the magic brush he left behind will become an ownerless thing."

A cultivator who heard this couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It is so powerful to attract gods through paintings, and only the magic brush passed down by the master can have such great power."

When everyone heard it, they were all envious.

But after thinking about it, the treasure that unites with the soul is also made by the master, so it may not be worse than the so-called magic brush.

Although I think so, it is inevitable that I still have distracting thoughts.

Originally, since it was the magic brush bestowed by the master, and it is in the world of the master... No matter how jealous, no one dared to take the magic brush from the hands of Wu and Zhao successively by means of stealing.

But now if Wu and Zhao died one after another, and there was no clear statement on who to pass the magic brush to.

Of course, it can also be "virtuous get it".

Chapter 329 Mist and Murder

At this point in the topic, everyone's thoughts are scattered.

Later, someone proposed to go to Lanruo Temple to see the situation together, and they were unanimously agreed.

There are many temples and Taoist temples outside Jinling City. Lanruo Temple is located in Qingliang Mountain. The group of people with Fu Ma on their ankles reached the depths of Qingliang Mountain in a short time.

I saw a dilapidated ancient temple scattered among them.

Trees, vines and weeds have already covered the entire temple.

Like it has been abandoned for a long time.

"Something's wrong!"

"Although the current plants are growing very vigorously...but this is too fast."

"And! Isn't there someone who came to look for the magic brush?"

"What about people? Why didn't you see them?" said a cultivator.

Just when this person questioned, the smarter ones among his companions had already sensed something was wrong, they slapped their bodies one after another, and pasted a few pieces of protective talisman papers.

Puff puff!

The sharp tree roots, like spears, pierced through the immortal cultivators who were not protected in time.

The tree roots did not devour their blood essence, sucked away their mana and inspiration, but instead seemed to inject something into their bodies.

But after a while, these immortal cultivators who were originally impaled fell to the ground, showing strange expressions, and surrounded the remaining three people who were not killed by the sneak attack.

Among the three besieged, one of them looked at the immortal cultivator who told the story at the beginning, and said with a cold expression, "Did you lure us here on purpose?"

"why?"

"Now the world is full of vitality. We all have skills to practice, there is no shortage of resources, and there are treasures to build foundations. The future can be expected... Why do you do this? Go into the heresy?"

Questioning is just a superficial gesture.

Secretly, the three of them used their prepared backhands at the same time.

Asking for help, shaking people, stacking defenses at the same time, preparing offensive methods.

Not only that, but the three of them were on guard against each other.

They are all worried about being backstabbed a second time.

However, as the means of asking for help failed, the faces of the three began to become more gloomy.

The immortal cultivator who told the story at the beginning didn't speak. Together with the other controlled immortal cultivators, they looked around at the three of them.

In the next moment, the surrounding trees and vines turned into thousands of sharp arrows and shot at them.

Flames, wind curses, electric lights... and flying tree vines, floating in the air, groups of paper figurines and a large number of talisman papers formed a special melee in the mountains and forests.

After a while, the thick fog gradually rose, covering the entire mountain forest.

The battle that took place in the dense fog gradually subsided, and the blood was absorbed by the white fluff growing from the trees and grass blades.

Transformed into one short white villain after another, the villains exploded with bang bang bang, scattered like dandelion seeds, and scattered to more places along the wind.

The white fluff merged with the dense fog, making it difficult to distinguish each other.

After a while, there were three more strange and dull figures in the thick fog.

And on their damaged bodies, at the open wounds, some fine white roots are growing rapidly, just like mending clothes, repairing the wounds.

The dense fog continued to spread.

The dilapidated temple in the mist emits faintly seductive divine lights.

The jackdaw screamed shrilly and flew over the cold Changhu Lake.

There are strange white silk threads in their eyes, like guards, looking into the distance, guarding against something.

Stopped on a tall tree.

These old crows seem to be completely integrated with the tree.

Just like a leaf, I can't feel the slightest breath of life at all.

Yinfeng catcher Xu Ziang dragged his spear and ran in the red leaf forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Around the eyes, there is still scarlet that has not faded.

The wound that was originally bleeding has begun to heal quickly.

But he stopped abruptly, gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand, digging hard with five fingers, digging out a large piece of flesh and blood from his body.

On this mass of flesh and blood, there is a little white velvet as the center, and a large amount of velvet, like a net, rapidly expands and spreads outward.

Xu Ziang lit a fire in his hand, and burned the whole mass of flesh and blood, including the velvet, his complexion became even paler.

It's not the first time he's done this.

So far, it seems that it is just drinking poison to quench thirst.

Those uncontrolled things in the body proliferate more and more.

Soon the effect of the secret technique will completely disappear, his qi and blood will stop boiling, and his running steps... will no longer be able to continue.

He kept touching the cold spear in his hand.

This long spear is rare to incorporate a little spooky substance.

Therefore, it has a very unique magic-breaking effect.

It was precisely because he had this long spear that among the group of seven, Xu Ziang was the only one who survived.

Everyone else is 'dead'.

Not bad!

Although those former colleagues stood up inexplicably after falling down, and started to attack him.

But Xu Ziang was quite sure that these colleagues were all dead, rather than being bribed to defect.

There are often eight hundred Yinfeng catchers of Dachu who are ordered by the General Office of the Ministry of Punishment.

With seven or eight people as a group, they travel around the world, investigating evil spirits harming people, warriors causing chaos, and some weird and strange things in various places.

And each group of Chanting Wind Catching Heads will have a piece of missing corner jade ring.

Through this jade ring, a group of people can have a unique spiritual connection.

It is equivalent to a small private local area group chat.

This is a unique treasure prepared by Emperor Chu Zhang Bairen for the Yinfeng captors on the front line of the battle.

It was precisely because of this jade ring that Xu Ziang concluded that his colleagues were all dead, because after that battle, his colleagues were all 'disconnected'.

The ones chasing and killing him with those weirdos are nothing but parasitic corpses.

quack!quack!quack!

The old crow was standing on a distant pine branch and calling, as if urging something.

His cold and dull eyes seemed to be staring at Xu Ziang.

Xu Ziang took a deep breath, knowing that if he wanted to break out of this forest and spread the news, such a tough battle would be inevitable.

Holding the long spear in his hand tightly, Xu Ziang pinched the prepared communication talisman in the palm of his left hand. The blood stains on the palm soaked the communication talisman and glued the communication talisman and the long spear together.

After a while, as long as he stepped out of the thick fog, he would immediately activate the communication talisman and pass on the content of the communication that had been recorded long ago.

As for in this thick fog, it is impossible to communicate at all.

It's like being isolated in another world here, completely disconnected from the outside world.

Whoa!

It was the sound of branches shaking.

A hook knife fell from the top of Xu Ziang's head, about to hook his head and separate his head.

Xu Ziang rolled over and did not fight, but used his body skills to escape quickly.

The one who sneaked up on him was none other than his former colleague, with a hooked knife in one hand, which he used extremely beautifully, and his cultivation level was almost the same as his.