Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

"Guanlan...be careful!"

Looking at Chu Renmei who was approaching quickly, Uncle Jiu took a deep breath, bit his tongue again, sprayed blood from his heart on the peach wood sword, took a step forward, stuffed the Maoshan jade pendant back into Wang Xuebin's hand, and blocked him.

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

Lin Fengjiu is not old yet!

Seeing Uncle Jiu’s actions, Wang Xuebin shook his head, said nothing, took out a handful of spiritual talismans, handed them to Uncle Jiu, and also stepped forward and stood beside Uncle Jiu.

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

He has always believed that if he is poor, he will be safe and he will be able to help the world. If he is capable of fighting, he will only be the one who protects others!

He, Wang Xuebin, is not weak with others!

His eyes were staring at Chu Renmei, and he waved his hand and took out a hundred peach wood swords again, dripping them with blood from the cockscomb, and flew out without reservation.

Before the wooden swords could reach Chu Renmei's beautiful body, they were corroded to ashes by its dispersed ghost energy, but Chu Renmei's beautiful actions had no effect at all.

Uncle Jiu, who was standing by, seemed to have thought of something when he saw this scene, and asked hesitantly:

"Guanlan...Your magic trick in your sleeves, I wonder if you have prepared the magic weapon you need to open the altar?"

Hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Wang Xuebin relaxed his eyebrows and burst into laughter.

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

Because, he can put everything in it!

"Yes, from the smallest place to the purified house, to the largeest place of Luotian Daqi, I have prepared everything you can say here. What do you need?"

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

"Give me a pen, ink, paper, knife, bell seal, flag, incense and candle sacrifice, bill and mysterious altar, you drag it for me for a moment, I will open the altar to make a method!"

"Haha! Get the order!"

When Wang Xuebin heard that Uncle Jiu had a solution, he smiled heroically and waved his hand to summon the magic weapon he needed by Uncle Jiu, and sent it to ten meters behind him together.

Immediately afterwards, he took a step forward, and in an instant, the mountains and rivers trembled, and the land surged up one after another. The altar where Uncle Jiu was located rose a hundred feet high, forming a high altar.

The so-called altar is one foot taller, and the method is three points better. It is also the first time that the altar is made by a hundred feet tall.

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

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

He said that, but Wang Xuebin rushed out. He had no better way to treat such disgusting enemies than to get a little bit of pain.

"The heaven and earth are born, and yin and yang are formed. The two Qi are moved, and the five thunders are mixed into spirits. The five thunders and five thunders will quickly meet Huang Ning, and the mist changes. The roars and lightning will come. When you hear the shout, you will make the sound of the yang quickly, and you will be as quick as the law! Quick!"

The roar sounded, and the lightning flashed again. The ion magic with golden light shone brightly, under the control of Wang Xuebin, turned into a sharp sword, slashed left and right, and dealt with Chu Renmei.

On the altar, Uncle Jiu, who was wearing a Taoist robe, looked at Wang Xuebin with concern, and saw thunder sounds in his behavior, and wind and fire followed him with ease, and then he felt relieved and focused on opening the altar.

Concentrating his mind and calmingly, he took out three magic incenses, inserted them respectfully into the incense burner, waved the peach wood sword, and stabbed a spiritual talisman directly. With a wave of his hand, he strung the spiritual talisman on the peach wood sword. The spiritual talisman was instantly burned without fire.

With his left hand and his sword finger, he inserted it into the bowl of grains in front of the jar. He lifted and shook the grains and shook them off, leaving only a grain of rice at his fingertips.

A flash of splendor in his eyes, he stepped on the Gang Dou, danced with his hands, and scattered the three magic incenses ignited the incense, and with his left hand, the rice grains were like golden elixirs, blooming golden lights.

"The fragrance is deep and the world is lit to see through the sky gate. The golden bird runs like an arrow in the clouds, the jade rabbit is as bright as a wheel, the southern dipper is shining all over the sky, the five-color clouds are chaotic, the Ziwei Palace is opened, and the flying clouds are coming!"

He threw his right hand lightly, and the peach wood sword was straight up in front of the altar. Uncle Jiu raised the talisman pen with his right hand, splashed ink, and wrote the talisman.

"Yunzhuan Taixu, at the beginning of the catastrophe, it was suddenly far away, sometimes sinking or floating, wandering in the five directions, and more than one zhang, the naive emperor, wrote the pen to make a living, and then wrote the spiritual talisman, the Yuanshi descended, the real text was born, and it was clear that it existed, and it was not clear. Maoshan Lin Fengjiu's order!"

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

In just an instant, a flame ignited in the bowl. Uncle Jiu reached out and dipped it in the bowl, and the tongue of fire ignited in his hand.

"What the heaven says? When you knock on it, the spirit of the god is revealed. He is moved and then he is enlightened. His disciple Maoshan Lin Fengjiu feels ashamed to ask for help from the ancestor. He holds a sword in his hand and cuts down the evil spirits, cleansing up all evil spirits, and showing his power. The wheel sword will not stop. The gods are as anxious as the law!"

After reciting the truth, he raised his hands to the sky, and the fire burst into pieces, piercing the void. Uncle Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at the altar again, and sat down.

Now, there is only one thing to wait!

Here, Wang Xuebin's hand was flashing with lightning, thrusting left and right, blocking Chu Renmei's intention to move into the altar.

Looking at the fierce Chu Renmei, Wang Xuebin frowned tightly. This Chu Renmei was so difficult to deal with.

Chu Renmei is not only full of consciousness, but also like Wang Xuebin, she has a sensitive premonition about danger.

The fight between this man and the ghost is like dancing. If it rains and a little girl will persuade the fight, then the scene will be a very famous scene!

"Don't fight, you can't kill anyone!"

However, there is no rain here, and no girl is trying to persuade her to fight. The battle here looks playful, but it is actually extremely dangerous.

You predicted my prediction, I predicted your prediction, if there is a slight mistake, it will cause serious injury and death.

In Wang Xuebin's opinion, the difficulty of Chu Renmei is no less than that of the dark wizard Morgana.

In the dark and brown ghost energy, the Chu people were beautiful everywhere, as if they could travel through space. They would also transform many familiar figures of Wang Xuebin to deceive Wang Xuebin's consciousness.

So far, Wang Xuebin has killed sixteen Ji Yanrans, fifteen Zhao Zhi, and even Li Mengyuan, Xin Yao and others, no less than a dozen. As for his parents, there are countless times.

"Mr. Wang!"

‘Sizi~boom!’

"Wang Xuebin!"

‘Boom~b~’

"Guanlan!"

"Swish~sizz~pa!"

The phantoms were shattered, but they never hurt the root of Chu people's beauty. Wang Xuebin always reminded himself not to worry, be calm and patient.

But how could Wang Xuebin calm down when he saw familiar faces dying in front of him in various ways?

"Does go!"

His right hand suddenly hit the ground, and the shining current formed an electric wall to block Chu Renmei's intention to advance. Then he flipped his right hand and the ground was raised layer by layer, pressing towards Chu Renmei.

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

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

Wang Xuebin and Uncle Jiu, two bachelors, one and one small, have never been the target of Chu Renmei.

"Yeah! Monster, how dare you be arrogant!"

A loud shout came, and a figure flew down from the altar.

Although the person who came was Uncle Jiu, his eyes were filled with dazzling golden light, and his temperament was completely different.

"Oh? It's you! Chu Ren is beautiful!"

Hearing this, Wang Xuebin and Chu Renmei turned their heads to look at "Uncle Jiu". They saw that he was full of aura and majestic, with a natural sound, and a thick and vast voice, which was more iron-blooded than Uncle Jiu.

"I dare to ask if the Lord is..."

"Uncle Jiu" turned around and looked at Wang Xuebin, raised his eyebrows, showed a smile, and said loudly:

"I, Maoshanlin Yimei!"