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"Your headmaster is the arrogant old man in the red robe, right?"

Chen Yuan rang the ghost-headed bell on his waist, and the nine shadows gradually disappeared. He gathered the bell magic weapon on his waist and glanced at the almost one-sided fighting around him. "Speaking of which, I also want to call him senior brother, knowing that he

How could he die? He finally woke up and dragged his seriously injured body against the falling boulder, crushing him to pieces."

"...He can wake up, but why can't you?"

In this day and age, information gaps are extremely fatal. Even if there are techniques such as Paper Crane and Thousand Miles of Sound Transmission, if you don't know it in advance, you will definitely fall into failure.

The news about these monks who want to surround and kill them still remains in the words of the group of people in the northwest, the rumors that the sky thunder defeated the Canglan Sword Gate, and that Chen Yuan's dead soul inhabits the temple.

As for the rest, there is no other way to know.

When he arrived, the umbrella man's legs felt weak, and he knelt down next to the paper umbrella, staring blankly at the young man holding the sword over there.

My mind was still in the message of 'You are the master of teaching, you are my senior brother!', and I didn't react.

People screamed and spells roared. Chen Yuan over there lowered his gaze to look at the ragged woman. She struggled to get up with her mouth full of blood, and stretched out her hand tremblingly, trying to catch the fly whisk that fell to the ground.

Chen Yuan's words continued. He raised his foot slightly and the woman was about to grab the handle of the whisk. He gently kicked the whisk away a few steps with his toes.

"My senior brother is your leader, but I have never wanted to regard you as one of my own, nor have I ever thought of taking you under my command... I claim to be a cultivator, and I am superior to ordinary people, but I would sacrifice the lives of innocent people.

With cultivation, other people’s lives are no longer lives?”

In the low words, Chen Yuan raised his hand and slashed the woman's neck with a flash of sword light. Blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground. In an instant, the words and the noise around him seemed to feel something in his heart, making him stop.

pace.

Um?

Looking at the old man kneeling on the ground in front of him, his vision became a little strange. Chen Yuan turned around and looked at the fighting and fighting around him. It seemed that everything had become extremely slow or even stagnant in an instant, as if he was in a trance. The world around him

They all shrunk and became ethereal in the eyes.

Just like looking down at a chessboard, the river, the surrounding woods, and the fields show a grid. The wooden gods and men are like chess pieces, and the monks who are fighting with them have become the other side of the chessboard.

Chen Yuan was a little stunned by this sudden change. The content of the method on the stone tablet that he had been practicing quietly became extremely active at this moment...

He remembered that it was the master's divine eye. Could it be caused by it?

In a daze, Chen Yuan quickly guided the slightly restless Dharma, his eyes became slightly warm, and the world under his feet became a centered world, getting smaller and smaller, becoming a chessboard in front of him.

In my mind, a series of bonds were laid out crazily.

Door god!

Guard!

Overlord!

Gentian!

God of death!

Seal the wolf and live in Xu!

…

Messages rushed into his mind crazily, making Chen Yuan's head hurt. He endured the pain and did not look at these things one by one. Instead, he pinched the magic formula, guided the divine power of Tianmu, stabilized the chessboard, and wanted to see if it was still possible.

There are other changes.

Conquer the Demon Emperor!

Thinking together, the original door god was missing, Guan Yu's wood withered suddenly turned into golden light and became independent. Chen Yuan wrote the edict and clicked on a certain place on the chessboard.

There was a sudden neigh of a horse next to a cultivator who was casting a spell over there. The other person turned around, and what caught his eye was Guan Gong, who was reining in his horse and raising his sword. The blade of the sword slashed down on his head, and dragon roars rose into the sky.

Chen Yuan suppressed the excitement in her heart, and the next thought came to her mind, and she uttered the name of an outstanding person - Zhang Ji.

The title of Medical Saint suddenly appeared in his mind.

Chen Yuan pointed to the chessboard below. On the grid at the back, an old man appeared with a medicine basket on his back and a cane. Several blue light rays of light shot out from his body, connecting with several wooden gods.

Sure enough, that's how it's used.

But the next moment, Chen Yuan's vision blurred. The chessboard in his eyes had faded away and returned to its original appearance. However, the surrounding wood-withering gods and the ascetics did not feel anything strange.

The Mighty Divine Eyes are different from the images seen in the stone tablets before. Could it be that the practice of this method differs from person to person?

However, it may be too profound, and Chen Yuan can only persist for a while.

In just a few breaths, Chen Yuan felt as if everything in this world had turned into chess pieces in his hands at that moment. This feeling was completely different from practicing Taoism.

It seems like a fairy standing in the clouds, using heaven and earth as a chessboard and all things as chess pieces.

Now that it is done, Chen Yuan is not too anxious to study it. He will have time to think about it and it should appear again. After all, his qualifications are not too bad no matter how he looks at it.

There was finally a smile on his face. In a short moment of thought, Chen Yuan cast his eyes on the old man kneeling on the ground opposite him. Perhaps he was putting too much pressure on him. Mr. Umbrella looked at the few remaining monks.

He gritted his teeth, grabbed the paper umbrella next to him, and pushed it towards Chen Yuan.

The old man was in the realm of the golden elixir, just like Chen Yuan who was walking slowly across from him. He didn't believe that with his many years of experience, he couldn't compare to a newcomer.

The paper umbrella burst out with magic light and started to rotate in his hand. The light rotated like a whirlpool. In addition to the power of attacking, the rotating light of this paper umbrella magic weapon also has the ability to confuse people's minds. Using it, I don't know.

How many women from good families climbed into his bed and became a cauldron.

With colleagues, they often gain a lot of advantages.

"it's useless."

Chen Yuan turned her face slightly and waved the magic formula in her hand, "Borrow the magic!"

He grabbed it with his hand, and suddenly a Yin-Yang mirror was taken out from the air. There were birds of Yin Qi on it, and it was Zhong Kui's object. The rotating magic light was immediately reflected on it. The old man opposite holding the paper umbrella suddenly froze, and his eyes were locked in an instant.

Be sluggish.

Slowly raising a hand, with dull eyes, he suddenly slapped his forehead with a palm. This was what he had set when he used the spell. Once Chen Yuan fell into the spell, he would kill himself...

At this time, he used it on himself.

Snapped!

The old man smashed his forehead with one palm and fell to the ground without saying a word.

Around them, the fighting was coming to an end. Several monks who tried to escape were caught up by Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, Zhao Yun, Qin Qiong and others. They were chopped to death before they could even cast their spells.

The old cow hid at the bottom of the river, enjoying the quietness. At this moment, water splashed on the river, and a monk who took advantage of the chaos jumped into the river and crossed a rock with the help of water escape.

, suddenly collided with a figure entrenched in the water. In the clear river water, the thing turned its head, had a pair of horns, and blinked with big copper bell eyes.

The ascetic who was holding the magic formula to hold his breath looked at it strangely.

'Bull demon?'

'Did the master lose? Have you found me?'

After just two breaths of looking at each other, the monk hurriedly cast a spell. However, the old cow in the water was faster than him. He kicked his hind legs and immediately kicked the opponent in the abdomen. The person who hit him sprayed out countless bubbles and mixed scarlet.

The body floated feebly, face down and back up, floating on the water and drifting away with the current.

'Alas, the master can't solve it, so I have to do it!'

Qingniu came out of the water and shook off the water on his body. His originally serious expression suddenly froze for a moment. He saw that the river bank was full of the corpses of those monks. Gods and men were standing everywhere, leaning on weapons, facing the ground.

The corpses were being slashed one by one. The fat Taoist was carrying a mahogany sword and rolling up his sleeves, excitedly searching among the corpses.

Silver, elixirs, magic weapons, and occasionally I could find a few books recording spells. The smile on my happy round face never stopped.

Just when he was grabbing a corpse that had not yet finished his last blow, the opponent suddenly opened his eyes, raised his hand and hit the fat Taoist away with a palm, stood up from the ground, and rushed towards the old man holding a crab with his butt sticking out by the river.

.

Chen Yuan turned around and looked back, brushing aside his wide sleeves, and a golden light rushed out of the carriage and landed in front of him. The moment he landed, a tall and muscular man with big arms and a round waist came out of the white smoke, holding a long knife in his hand.

Bond: Guard (one missing)

He shouted with a loud sound.

"Death!"

The sword slashed down with a bang, and the cultivator flew out!

On the other side of the carriage, Lu Bu Muxing, who was not able to participate, threw his painting halberd aside and sat there blankly with his chin propped up. Hearing movement next to him, he glanced and saw that it was the monkey who was sleeping on his side and woke up.

He came over, stretched out lazily, and saw Lu Bu, who was sulking. The monkey jumped over, looked up and down, and used his furry hands to brush the feathers of the golden crown on Lu Bu's head.

"Hey, what you are wearing looks like that of my old grandson."

Lu Bu held Chang Ling up and snorted: "Great Sage, what you wear doesn't look as good as what I wear!"

"go away!"

To yell at Lu Bu like this, the monkey in front of him dared to do it. The former could only stare. Even if he was unconvinced, he didn't dare to get angry. If he still goes after he obviously can't beat him, then there is something wrong with his head.

"It's true that she's not as good-looking as me, huh."

Lu Bu couldn't care less, so he took the halberd and walked into the carriage. As for the heroes outside who were finishing the attack, he didn't bother to pay attention.

The sky light receded and the forest became quiet. Chen Yuan used magic to remove a large hole in the ground, and worked with the fat Taoist to move the corpses on the ground through the air and throw them into it for burial.
To be continued...