Plane Development Plan

There are several huts in the valley, and the quiet and bright is an ideal place for a seclusion holiday.

Xiao Jiang thought about the problem according to the thinking of people in reality, but he never thought that this place is more than one or two hundred kilometers away from the city, and there is no road or car. Who would come here from the wilderness.

"wrong."

Xiao Jiang suddenly smelled a **** smell coming from the valley. He and the old monk looked at each other and swept towards the valley. When he got to the hut, he saw another corpse in front of the hut.

Xiao Jiang looked at the scorched wounds and said with a stiff face:

"It's a flame knife again, does the master know where Changchun Spring is?"

The old monk chanted the Buddha's name together, pointed to a cliff behind the hut, and said:

"It's at the foot of the mountain, but the two are by the spring."

Xiao Jiang's cultivation is far inferior to that of the old monk, but his perception ability has evolved, and when he listens to it, he hears bursts of laughter.

They could hear it, and the other party should know that they were coming. Xiao Jiang and the old monk did not hide and walked along the path to a small forest. There was a small puddle about three feet in front of the cliff. A small hole flows out, and a stone tablet next to the spring is written with the four characters of Changchun not old.

This is the most bizarre Changchun Fountain of Youth in Tianlong. Drinking the water here will immortalize you, but if you don’t drink water for a few days, you will grow old and die. For the people who live here, it is the source of their life, but now they don’t need it anymore. , because they were all killed by the people by the spring.

Murong Longcheng was still so arrogant and arrogant, but Jiumazhi, who was sucked out of his cultivation by Xiao Jiang last night, stood beside him with blank eyes.

The old monk stared at Murong Longcheng and said:

"Old patron Murong, you don't hesitate to kill so many people for your ambition, aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Murong Longcheng raised his palm slowly and said in a cold voice:

"Old thief bald, since you know my secret, then don't leave alive, let you know what the real battle is today."

The old monk unwillingly tied his monk's robe and said to Xiao Jiang:

"You deal with that monk, it's hard for you to intervene in the fight between Murong Longcheng and me."

Xiao Jiang nodded, the old monk and Murong Longcheng are both masters who have broken through the innate for many years. If they form the legendary martial artist Jindan, they can be called land gods. .

"call."

While talking, the old monk and Murong Longcheng jumped up and flew towards the woods ten feet away at the same time. In mid-air, the two of them were two or three feet apart, and they made various palms. There was a sharp whirl in the woods, and the trees were like being stirred by a tornado, and the branches and leaves were flying.

Xiao Jiang glanced at him and didn't look at it. This kind of battle based on cultivation is not good. He looked at the wooden man-like Jiu Mozhi and said:

"You may not be so cruel by nature, but Murong Lao immortalized hundreds of people with your hands. Jiu Mozhi, it's better for you to see your Lord Buddha."

As soon as Xiao Jiang said it, he rushed forward. The sluggish Jumozhi was like a robot starting up, his eyes lit up, his body was wrong and his hands lit up with fire, and he cut out in a series. With the movement of Jiang's double palms, the six yang palms came out in a chain as if they were closed, and the body was even more like a ghost and drilled forward in the gap of the knife strength.

At this time, Jiu Mozhi only had a fighting instinct. When he saw Xiao Jiang approaching, he attacked with a flaming knife and a vajra finger, and his footsteps were so misaligned that it was difficult to get close.

Xiao Jiang saw that this guy had a lot of tricks. He didn't want to entangle with him for too long. He rushed to the limit of his movement and showed dense Xiaojiang phantoms around Jiu Mozhi. Jiu Mozhi opened his mouth and roared. With a sound, I saw his hands waving like a thousand-handed Guanyin, and the dense red-red saber qi spread out like a net.

"Chuck."

The sword qi appeared and disappeared for no reason. The net of sword qi split by Jiu Mozhi had cut off all the branches within a radius of two feet and set it on fire, but his eyes gradually became gloomy. He lowered his head and stared at the size of a finger in his heart. As the blood poured out, Jiu Mozhi raised his head and looked at Xiao Jiang, his hands slowly clasped together and said:

"Thanks to the benefactor for saving me, Kumozhi was controlled and fell into the devil's way, and now I can finally be freed, Amitabha..."

Jiu Mozhi slowly sat down with his knees crossed as he spoke, his eyes gradually lost his breath, but his face seemed dignified and dignified as if he was holding his breath.

He was dead. This time, Kumozhi was really dead. He looked at the old monk and Murong Longcheng who were still fighting with their peerless cultivation in the depths of the woods. He took out a small bomb and stuffed it directly into the spring. at the water outlet.

"Woooooo...dididi...boom."

After a large piece of rock flew, a huge pit was blasted out of the mountain wall. Xiao Jiang suddenly rushed into the flying rock and grabbed a silver ball the size of a finger. Before he could put it away, he heard Murong Longcheng's voice shouting. :

"Leave baby."

During the shouting, Murong Longcheng actually grabbed his big hand across a distance of ten feet in an instant, and a gravitational force appeared in Xiao Jiang's hand. Xiao Jiang quickly clenched his fist and turned his entire body to avoid it. open.

Xiao Jiang can be regarded as a master in the world, but there is still a slight gap compared with Murong Longcheng.

However, Murong Longcheng was also bold. Xiao Jiang was not the only one here. The old monk also flew over when he made his move, and with a wave of his hand, he hit Murong Longcheng's vest.

This move to surround Wei and save Zhao is extremely effective in theory. Even if someone with the same level of cultivation is hit, he will be seriously injured, but Murong Longcheng is like a madman, ignoring the crisis behind him and blasting out.

Xiao Jiang saw that this palm was unavoidable. The opponent's speed was too fast, and after dodging, he would definitely fall into the wind. At this time, the old monk's attack had arrived. He flipped the palm of his left hand and broke the energy and Murong Long like a fish swimming into the water. City's palms clapped together.

"Clap, touch, boo..."

Xiao Jiang's and Murong Longcheng's hands collided, and at the same time the old monk's palm reached Murong Longcheng's vest, but in the end, Xiao Jiang spat out a large mouthful of dirty blood and flew up.

"Fighting and moving, good work."

Xiao Jiang remembered in mid-air that this guy was the creator of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and he was the most powerful to divert others to attack, but he was not vigilant about this in his heart.

In midair, Xiao Jiang saw Murong Longcheng rush in from the corner of his eyes, and grabbed Xiao Jiang's wrist with one hand without hesitation.

"Xiao Jiang, chance."

The old monk suddenly shouted at this moment, a smile appeared on the corner of Xiao Jiang's mouth and grabbed Murong Longcheng's palm with his backhand.

Murong Longcheng has high martial arts, but he has never heard or seen the Beiming divine art in Xiaoyao's lineage. Suddenly, he feels that his cultivation base is lost. He hastily planned to use the method to transfer Beiming's true qi suction.