New White Snake Asking Immortals

The three soldiers looked around and walked to the stone temple hidden in the grass.

Use a knife to poke the weeds to reveal a simple and simple temple. The base is built with stones and then covered with natural stone slabs. The stone slab is a temple carved from two-foot-high stones. It is very common. There are eaves, roof ridges and doors. A broken censer was set up.

Seeing that there was no abnormality around, the three leaned against the small temple to chat.

On the smooth dragon scale rock hill, the old monk sat cross-legged, and the two disciples were running around the hill to collect some ordinary things.

The clear rainwater accumulated in the stone nest, a piece of tree root, the charcoal burned by lightning.

Use some kind of magnet to find a piece of metal ore on a mountain, and a rock pried off a rocky ridge.

The so-called altar is a white velvet cloth painted with strange stripes.

Three iron nails lay flat in the middle, surrounded by five kinds of debris.

"As before, the practice cannot be interrupted."

After the old monk finished speaking, he sat cross-legged and started chanting the mantra. The mantra was very long and complicated, and the two disciples were not idle. They kept burning paper beside them, burning a few sheets and kowtowing. For a while, the hills were covered with fireworks and paper ashes.

In the woods, Feng Ying wore a straw hat and observed secretly.

The three nails stand out.

Careful Feng Ying found that the surface of the nails changed, black and red evil lines appeared, and the color became darker and darker.

If you guessed correctly, the three nails in front of the old man are the evil weapons that the mountain **** said, and they have to be thrown into the pit. There is no such pit in the wild mountains. Feng Ying doubts whether he can grab the three nails, especially the old man and the two young men in robes. They are all cultivators.

Looking at the bushes on the other side, another group of people of unknown origin approached secretly, holding strong crossbows, very close.

At this moment, the strong man who was holding the eagle looked up at the sky in boredom, and found a strange eagle circling in the sky.

The relaxed expression instantly became tense.

"There is an ambush!"

As soon as the voice fell into the grass, there was a swooshing sound.

The sneak attack was too sudden, and the sharp crossbow arrow hit more than ten people in the blink of an eye.

The group of unknown men threw their bows and crossbows and rushed towards their respective targets with sharp blades in hand. The fight came very suddenly, without shouting or waving flags. Perhaps spears were not suitable for use in the mountains. Both sides fought face-to-face with swords and shields. One side can easily gain the upper hand.

The enemy fighters who devastated the village hurriedly fought and suffered a loss. A wave of crossbow arrows took away more than a dozen people. The remaining dozen people responded quickly.

The strong eagle threw the eagle falcon whose feathers had not yet recovered into the sky, and guarded the old monk with another leader.

Relying on his superb martial arts to resist the siege, he watched his soldiers continue to die under random swords.

Dozens of sneak attackers were all wearing iron armor and were well prepared.

Don't underestimate the mere armor, in fact, it can really withstand sharp weapon attacks, even if it's just a breastplate, it will take advantage.

The two leaders struggled to parry the siege of the other's masters, and the rest of the soldiers also gathered to cooperate with each other. If there was no accident, they would become dead under the sword for a long time. After the fight, they looked at the old monk who kept his eyes closed and motionless.

"Immortal Master... We can't hold it anymore...!"

The old monk remained still.

In fact, he couldn't express the bitterness in his heart, and he didn't dare to move at the critical moment.

If the spell is interrupted, not only will it not be able to draw runes on the iron nails, but it will also be attacked by the ley lines.

The three iron nails placed on the white cloth have not yet been refined.

The old cultivator didn't seem to be in a hurry, he let everyone splatter the blood to stain the rocky hills red, and closed his eyes to concentrate on refining three iron nails.

A young disciple stopped burning paper and kowtowed, and took out a talisman from his bag. The sneak attackers were in a hurry when they saw it, but they were blocked by the remaining opponents.

In the grass, Feng Ying was so frightened by the **** slaughter that she was short of breath and trembling all over.

The water is far less bloody, and blood is really splattered in front of you.

Just when Feng Ying was struggling, the young man in the robe gently threw out a piece of paper.

The rune paper flying in the air was light and fluttering, accurately passing between the two strong men, and the rune flashed with sparks, like ignited brimstone.

A large flame spread out, and five or six people were involved. Feng Ying heard the screams of the burning people.

Is this a fairy spell...

The stunned young man in the kung fu robe took out the talisman paper again, sneering and chanting the incantation silently.

Suddenly, something flashed from the corner of his eye.

He was hit **** the back, and the severe pain in his abdomen could not control his body and fell forward. When he lowered his head, he saw a green bamboo stained with blood on his abdomen. Then his head slammed into the edge of the rock, and finally he saw that he was out of control. The talisman fell in front of him.

Easier than plugging in fish.

The two leaders who were still happy just now looked stiff and turned to look behind them.

A person jumped out of the grass, bent down like a cheetah and rushed towards the old monk who closed his eyes and meditated!

The old cultivator finally moved, not to evade or defend against sneak attacks, but grabbed three iron nails that were covered with lines, and shook heavily towards the three marks he had drawn before.

The three big iron nails actually stood up, and at the same time another young disciple drew his sword.

The sword unsheathed and stabbed Feng Ying, who came by surprise.

In fact, when Feng Ying rushed out, his head was almost dazed, and all the movements were inexplicable instincts. The movements he practiced countless times in the dream were easy to perform, and when he saw the flickering cold light blade, he instinctively swung the knife to block. .

When the swords collided, Feng Ying felt the shock of the impact of the weapon, and did not retreat or evade, but still slammed forward with force. With brute force, the robed young man stepped back again and again, and slashed at the three nails with his knife.

All the movements flowed smoothly, Feng Ying felt that the knife was controlling him...

It could be seen that the old cultivator was very anxious but did not dare to move.

Just when the unsheathed iron knife was less than two feet away from the iron nail, a talisman was lying in front of it, and the small paper exuded earth-colored translucent energy. A defense formed between Ying and the old monk, and Feng Ying felt that he had lost his only chance.

Junxiu's young disciple sneered, not caring about the death of a fellow student just now, holding a sword and holding a talisman in the other, forcing Feng Ying to retreat.

The scene on the rocky ridge was chaotic, and two falcons were fighting in the sky.

Suddenly, the old monk got up.

His face flushed and trembling, he picked up a square seal, and walked out a certain footwork like a dance.

He walked to the three erected iron nails and knelt heavily on the ground, ignoring the sword fighting around him. He raised the square seal with both hands and looked up at the sky. The square seal radiated a dark red light.

There was a muffled sound.

The first nail pierced about a third of the rock, and everyone felt that the rock under their feet trembled obviously, and the birds flew wildly.

Feng Ying had a bad premonition, and could vaguely feel the pain of the ley lines.

"Stop!"

I don't know who shouted.

The young disciple waved his sword indifferently, and threw a defensive talisman to isolate Feng Ying.

He turned around and threw five talismans at the other group of people. They were not fire talismans. The five gray talismans crossed the crowd. There was a faint smell of blood that had been stored for a long time. They flew to the five corpses and stuck them on their foreheads. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

Feng Ying felt that the five corpses seemed to have moved!

The old cultivator raised Fangyin again, and it seemed that each time he tapped it was very laborious, and the pressure was so great that his nostrils bleed. He aimed at the second iron nail and smashed Fangyin down as a hammer.

when!

The hills shook again.

Among the dead corpses, five corpses staggered and stood up, grabbed the knife, and rushed towards the crowd with stiff and awkward movements. The melee crowd suddenly panicked. The arrow on his body rushed into the crowd after being stabbed twice, killing seven people in a short time.

Feng Ying's hands trembled a little, and she looked at the five corpses with wounds and flesh eversion, her head was blank.

And the old cultivator coughed blood violently after driving the second nail, his face was pale and his breath was weak, he didn't dare to stop, his neck was full of blue veins and he raised the square seal again, shouting hoarsely.

"Nail!"

"dragon!"

"Pfft..."

An arrow pierced his throat, then hit the other with blood.

Feng Ying turned her head and saw a long-haired girl rushing fast.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out a sharp arrow from behind his shoulder, pulled the bow, the bowstring banged, and shot continuously at an extremely fast speed until there were no more arrows in the quiver.

The old monk received two more arrows in the back, and the others were all shot on the living corpse.

Jumping on trees and rocks, slender body movements are nimble and graceful...

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