Fengshen: From the Spider Spirit Falling in Love with Me

Zhang Song's purpose is to cultivate for immortality, and his disciples can also live a simpler life.

Du Yingchun was stunned for a moment. Her master had a very good reputation both inside and outside the mountain. She looked into Zhang Song's eyes, moved, and nodded her head vigorously.

Her talent is that she can sense the good and evil in the hearts of others.

Zhang Song just hopes that she can live a simple life and be happy. He doesn't have any messy expectations or requests.

The onlookers presented their gifts one after another, pondering Zhang Song's words in their hearts.

Cultivation is simple. Thinking too much will affect your state of mind.

The Qi-refining method that Zhang Song passed down was obtained from the evil cultivator in Jinguan Cave, and he made some modifications on his own.

The art of martial arts improved the method of strengthening the body by itself, softening the Rock and Kui Niu methods.

It can be said that Zhang Songcai put a lot of effort into the inheritance of martial arts.

Among the seven disciples, two chose the path of insect cultivation. Zhang Song taught them the Sutra of Transforming into Insects and supplemented them with a part of Sutra of Transforming into Spirits. Half a year later, he helped them merge the insects into their bodies.

After everyone left, Zhang Song sat in the main seat and looked at the door. "I don't know which distinguished guest is here. I'm sorry for being so inconvenient. Please come in and have a cup of tea."

Yue Niang was stunned, and a chill instantly emanated from her body.

Zhang Song said gently: "He is a senior, he has been here for a long time, and he has no ill intentions."

Following Zhang Song's words, a person who could not be described walked in.

He is tall and thin, with an ordinary face, but his nose is big and fat, and his eyes take up almost one-third of his face, full of majesty.

Although he is very ordinary, he looks like a victorious general, so majestic and tall that people dare not look directly at him.

Zhang Song clasped his hands together and said, "Zhang Song greets you, Senior."

Jindan realm, and the aura on his body is very similar to that of Monk Hu whom he had sniped to death that day.

The man looked at Zhang Song, his tiger eyes flashing with admiration: "It seems that it was you who really killed our brother."

Zhang Song sighed deeply, and said with emotion, "Yes, I am still scared when I think about that battle now. That Senior Hu was too powerful, and he took advantage of his serious injury."

The visitor nodded. If his brother was not seriously injured, how could a young cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage possibly hurt him?

"Senior, have some tea first."

Zhang Song was calm and composed. Having experienced several battles against opponents of higher rank, he felt confident.

After three months of meditation and constant review and organization, I have completely absorbed it into myself.

The most important thing is that his physique is comparable to that of the Golden Core Realm. With the Qi Rang Flag and the White Bone Pestle, it is hard to say who is afraid of whom.

The visitor sat on the chair with a big horse and a golden sword, drank a sip of tea, and said, "Not bad."

"As long as you don't mind it being bland, that's fine."

"Aren't you afraid of me?" The man tapped his fingers on the teacup, and his aura slowly diffused out.

Fierce, domineering, and magnificent!

It was like a mountain pressing down on Zhang Song.

Zhang Song narrowed his eyes and said in a deep voice: "I respect you as a senior because you waited until the end of my disciple-taking ceremony before coming out. You respect me, and I respect you."

When the mountain god magic is performed, you will be as still as a mountain and sit there calmly. No matter how strong you are, it will be like a gentle breeze blowing on your face.

At the same time, black and white flashed in his eyes, and the aura of Kuiniu emanated.

Who is afraid of whom?

If I can kill your brother, I can kill you. Qiu Yueniang was amazed. Brother Song was so strong that he could still hold his own against such a great Jindan cultivator.

There is an aura on his body that is ancient, vast, and tyrannical. He doesn't care about anything and makes people feel afraid, as if they are facing an ancient being.

The man was surprised, his tiger eyes shone, and the corners of his mouth suddenly opened into a big laugh: "Okay, okay, okay, only someone like you is worthy of using the weak to defeat the strong and kill my brother."

"I am Tiger Saburo, from the Manjusri Monastery on Shangyuan Mountain."

"I was invited by General Manager Sun of Dianzhou to suppress the Hunyuan Sect. I heard that my brother was killed by the Little Heavenly Master of Baidu Mountain, so I came to visit."

There was a golden glow in his eyes, and strands of golden threads gathered into a symbol, radiating out in a dignified manner.

At this moment, there was a solemn atmosphere in the flying squirrel cave, and Tiger Saburo was like Buddha sitting in the void.

"Zhang Song, you have a connection with me, Buddha. Would you like to join my Wenshu Zen Temple on Shangyuan Mountain?"

This mental force was extremely overbearing. It appeared directly in his sea of ​​consciousness and even wanted to directly change his sea of ​​consciousness and awareness.

Hu Sanlang really didn't want to kill him. Shiniuzhai was not a good place, and Zhang Song's master was a great cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage.

And this Zhang Song could actually stay in the cave for several months without going out.

He had no choice but to resort to this last resort. Fortunately, before leaving, he asked the temple for a decree that allowed him to forcibly convert targets whose spiritual power was lower than his own.

Zhang Song has only been practicing for a few years, and he is still an insect cultivator.

As long as Zhang Song relaxes his mind and gives him a chance to sneak in, he can complete the mission of this trip.

As soon as the scripture came out of his mouth, he saw Zhang Song's face had changed drastically and his eyes were a little distracted.

Under mental attack!

There are treasures blessing.

This little tiger had no martial ethics. He sat down to drink tea, then narrowed his eyes and began to use his spiritual sense to attack.

Yue Niang on the side also had a solemn expression on her face and listened attentively, as if there was the sound of the great truth.

A prismatic ice cube appeared between her eyebrows, her eyes instantly regained clarity, and she was horrified that her mind had been controlled without her realizing it.

Just now, I seemed to have really heard the voice of the Tao. Although it was vague and unclear, I felt that my whole body was immersed in that feeling, and my understanding of the exercises was advancing by leaps and bounds.

She looked towards Zhang Song hurriedly, even with one hand raised high, with a spear about to pierce through.

Zhang Song had a smile on his face and activated the Spirit Transformation Sutra directly.

It was as if a giant white jade centipede appeared in mid-air, its eyes looking into the eyes on the opposite side.

You look at me, I look at you, and we stare at each other to see who will die first.

The two major pupil techniques were activated, just like two scholars, both thinking they were right, each swinging the book in their hands and smashing it at the other to see who was right.

puff!

There was a flash of blood in Hu Sanlang's eyes, his body leaned back, and blood flowed from all his orifices.

He saw a giant centipede entangled inexorably on the Buddha's body, and a huge moth swooped down and bit the Buddha's neck.

Do not!

He didn't believe it, and his mental strength was instantly dispersed by Zhang Song.

"cut!"

The thunder bamboo in the fairy palace directly released a ray of lightning. This ray of light might not be able to affect the opponent, but it could completely clear away the external force in his own consciousness.

"That's it..." Zhang Song tapped the table lightly with his hands.

The entire cave began to shake. Everything was blown away and fell to the ground with a loud crash.

Hu Sanlang couldn't control himself and staggered slightly. At this time, Zhang Song had already knocked the table in front of him away and rushed forward like a giant beast.

At this time, Zhang Song had grown to twice his size, and his arms were like bull horns, smashing forward fiercely.

Simple and crude, without any technical content, just like a mad bull that is desperate.

Torazaburo was injured again, but he had recovered by then. He was furious, as if a snake catcher was bitten by the snake, which was a great humiliation.

The golden body started to move and stabilized immediately. Although it looked very embarrassed, it felt like a mountain and inviolable when it stood there.

There was a big pestle in his hand, or to be more precise, a golden bell hammer.

As soon as he took it out, Zhang Song suddenly felt invincible, and even felt like his body was about to fall apart.

This is a high-level treasure and a precious treasure of Buddhism.