Once Upon A Time, There Was A Spirit Sword Mountain Chapter 540: : The tree is quiet and the wind is constant

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In terms of the patience of elite Jindan monks, it is common for a closed practice to last for three to five years. Wang Lu didn't plan to do that for so long, but he also wanted to hide in Mangshan for a few months.

At the beginning, he and Qionghua and others went to explore the Devil Realm. Later, Qionghua and others successfully returned, but he was separated on the return road ... After that, five months passed after Kyushu mainland. The mouth of Hua and others spread throughout the Wanxian League. People who should be anxious now must have already been anxious, and to spend the initial heat, they have to prepare for the aftermath. Now their own "heritage" may fall into someone's clutch ... so it is useless to be anxious, It might as well spend a few months quietly.

Unfortunately, Wang Lu lived in seclusion in the mountains for a total of five days, and he was suddenly calmed down by sudden changes.

On this day, Wang Luzheng closed his eyes and concentrated, and began to formally study the fusion of phaselessness and chaos. As a result, he just let his mind enter into a state of intrigue, and listened to the harsh laughter from the mountain. .

"Hahaha, Wanling Blood Bead, Wanling Blood Bead is finally about to be born, hahaha!"

Wang Lu suddenly awakened from his meditation. This laughter can be heard all over the high mountains. He didn't want to deal with the monk, but what the monk said when he laughed loudly made him have to care.

Was the blood beads born? !

The term Wanling Blood Beads is actually a long-lost street in Xiuxian Realm. The earliest Wanling Blood Beads were born in the wilderness era. Able to do everything. Later, people continue to imitate according to legends, and the finished products are all kinds of strange things, all called Wanling blood beads, but the effect is very different. The powerful ones have the power close to Xianbao, and the weak ones will touch the edge of magic weapon.

However, regardless of the grade, most of these mortal blood beads are mostly evil things-what needs to be refined with the blood of souls is not necessarily evil things, but in today ’s overall immortal cultivation environment of quick success and quick profit, we expect the monks to be honest It is a joke to collect the blood of souls in a peaceful way. The blood beads of all spirits circulating in Xiuxian Realm are basically not serious things. But now the laughter is full of unscrupulous murderousness, and a **** smell rises to the top of the thousand feet. Wang Lu naturally guessed what happened below.

Hey, at that time, the mind was not in it, and inadvertently looked away. The virtual Dan monk entrenched in the Mangshan City was not a guardian deity at all, but a fierce adult evil repair! He did n’t come to Mangshan City for anything else, but wanted to use the lives of thousands of mortals in the city to refine the blood of all souls!

"... Damn, if you want to find a secluded place, you won't be able to repair ?! Why is this day so blue!"

With Wang Lu's mood at this time, he didn't really care much about the tragedy at the foot of Mengshan. The so-called immortal truth has already imprinted him as a golden person. The great state of Kyushu has hundreds of millions of mortal creatures. Killing and torture are happening all the time. It is impossible for him to have the ability to be great. Moreover, what happened here has its own Wanxianmeng sent by a special person to deal with it, he does not need to intervene as an outsider.

It ’s just that the evil cultivator in the city of Mangshan made such a great deal of movement, especially the majestic place burst out the name of the blood beads of all spirits, as if fearing that others would not know that he was dying ... so local The martial arts commissioner should be here soon. It may not be time to intercept the evil repairer who made blood beads, but when they came, Wang Lu would not have to stay on the top of Meng Mountain ... even more pessimistic considerations, he has been at the top of the mountain for a few days. The traces left may also be discovered, and then his whereabouts will be exposed. Within three days, he will be dragged back to the mountain worship hall by an old woman who has owed more than one hundred years of moral integrity. Early birth of your son, mother by son ...

Thinking of this, Wang Lu was trembling all over, and he quickly started to sweep the traces—but for the monks above the human level who are good at divination, the traces are difficult to clean, and he just talks about the personnel.

At the same time, he directly turned Yuanshen to sweep down, intending to leave a mark on that evil cultivator, that guy was bad for his good deeds, but it was not so easy to finish, and he would n’t choke it back without shit, it ’s really impossible Accessible. As a result, Yuanshen saw something unexpected.

Mengshan City has now been washed with blood by the evil repair, broken tiles and ruins everywhere, and the fire is soaring into the sky. And at the entrance of an inn next to the old main road of Mangshan City. A foreign man about four to fifty years old, tilted his head and fell to the ground, a huge gap in the chest, the blood has solidified, and the heart in the chest was pulled out cruelly and left aside.

The man spread his hands on the ground, and a few silver ingots in his palms reflected the firelight, which seemed vicious.

"... how are you?!"

The man was the coachman who sent himself to Mangshan City five days ago. He didn't think he would stay in this remote place of Mangshan City on these five days.

Wang Lu sighed secretly, and he was barely destined to be with the driver. The conversation on the car was not inspiring, but it made him worry a little. So I gave the coachman silver ingots and spirit stones that day, thinking about this fate.

As a result ... It seems that the driver got a huge sum of money, and he began to forget, he went out alone and made a fortune, and it was normal to want to do something in this small town, but the result was ...

Wang Lu thought of this place, and was not in a hurry to clean the traces. He walked down from the top of the mountain. He escaped the mediocrity. The blessing of the mother of the earth in the previous life, Ouyang Shang, did not bring it into this life. But fortunately, he is the chief of Wujue, and his immortal skills are not bad. In a blink of an eye, he came to the mountain driver in front of the dead driver.

Wang Lu lit a fire in his hand and was about to resurrect the driver, but when he saw the silver ingot in his hand, he suddenly thought of something.

Where did the spirit stone sent him that day? Although the spirit stone is not a rare treasure, its value in the world is not bad, is he so eager to release the spirit stone? Right, those few ingots of silver are not loose change. If you want to be at ease in the city, it is more than enough to use one ingot. The coachman is also a person with a family and business, and he will not be as reckless as a young man ...

Thinking of this, Wang Lu simply collected a few soul residues from the driver ’s residual body with a soul-hunting technique-the main soul has been refined to be a soul of blood. Although the remnant soul is remnant, it just happened to record some images in the last few days before death, and Wang Lu restored it with a spell.

"Haha, Tian Tiansan, why did you see you again today? This Heisonglou is a first-class restaurant in Mangshan City, but you have been running here every day these days, but are you trying to make money?" /

In the restaurant, a wealthy middle-aged man greeted with a slight smile.

Tian Lao San laughed and scolded: "Yeah! You **** money for money and death. Lao Tzu is out of luck and meets the noble!"

"You Tian San can also meet nobles?!"

"Hum, believe it or not, wait for some time when you are envious, shop second, and then put yesterday's dishes on the table!"

——

In the pink building, leaning on the red cuddling, fragrant and beautiful.

"Uncle Tian ~ I heard sisters say that you have made a fortune recently ~"

Tian Lao San has been drunk and he laughed: "Cut, make a fortune? Lao Tzu hasn't made a fortune anymore! These past few days have been happy in the city and spent all of Lao Tzu's private money, because Lao Tzu went out of his luck and hit the fairy edge ~ "

A few girls are curious: "Xian Yuan?"

Lao Tian could n’t hold back the secret at all, and knew that the girl in the drunk fairy floor liked these novel stories the most, so she took out the silver ingots and spirit stones in her arms to show off: "Lao Zi met the fairy, ha ha ha!"

However, at the next moment the door opened, and a gust of wind rushed in.

In the evil wind, a young man broke into the house. He was wearing a black robe with hundreds of red dots printed on it, and he stared at Tian Lingsan's spirit stone in his hand. Tao: "Fairy?"

Tao Lao San stunned, and then furious: "You, who are you ?! Who let you in, get out!"

The young man said coldly: "I will ask you again, you said you met a fairy ... but a fairy like me?"

The next moment, the black robe moved, a red dot flew out, and turned into a sad blood skeleton in the air, and bit off a girl's half body in one bite! Suddenly blood and intestines flowed to the ground.

Tian Lao San soul flying soul scattered: "Ah, Da Xian Rao Ming, Da Xian Rao Ming!"

The young man ignored him. He stretched out his hands and snatched the spirit stones. He played with them in his hands. His eyebrows were wrinkled, and then his eyebrows became haggard.

"Sure enough, it's the spirit stone of Wanxianmeng ... Actually, you won't give up when you come here. Well, since you are so aggressive, don't blame my dog ​​for jumping off the wall. Bloods of all spirits, rise!"

——

The subsequent images can no longer be read.

Wang Lu dispersed the residual soul and sighed. This third young man is really out of luck, and he can be met with such bad luck.

The young man in black robe was mostly a monk who was being hunted down. He ran to Mangshan City to take cover of his popularity and wait for an opportunity to heal. Mengshan is a land where heaven, earth, and spirits are exhausted, and there are almost no monks. It is even harder for the chasing party to expect a wounded person to hide in a place without aura. He chose a good place.

However, after Tian San took his travel adventure into the city, because he couldn't control his mouth, the story of Xianyuan gradually spread, and he was immediately shocked by the evil repair that had escaped.

There have been no monks coming from Mangshan City for many years. As a result, they were chased and killed by another person. Soon afterwards, another person came. It is a coincidence, and it is really difficult to win the trust. However, how foolish people are may not really meet the monks, maybe they just drink too much and dream. So he secretly stared at Tian Tiansan, and when he was drunk, he actually came up with a few good round spirit stones! After that, the dog jumped the wall in a hurry, and the Mangshan City was destroyed.

Wang Lu shook his head. The third old man in the field died injustice, and all the people in the city died injustice. That was why Xie Xiu did n’t want to do so at first. It was purely stimulated. And the source of the stimulus is not others ...

Of course, Wang Lu has no feelings of the Virgin. Although this scourge is caused by himself, he has no responsibility at all. But if you just pat your **** and leave ...

"Well, just waste a little time to get rid of harm for the people."

Speaking of this, Wang Lu no longer concealed his breath, a fierce sword gas rose into the sky, directly breaking the **** sky that enveloped the whole city.

"Who is it!?"

The blood curtain of Wanling ’s blood bead was broken, and Xie Xiu was shocked.

Wang Lu replied coldly: "Fairy."