Chapter 39 is not a person here, only one guest

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"Hu~~~"

Finally sacrificed the spiritual treasure Jinlian before the ghost scolded, Zhang Yan couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Yesterday, when he fought with a wisp of spirit of Yun Zangkong, the magic yuan in his body had been exhausted. In one night, he could not recover many magic yuan at all. However, in the face of the ghost scolding the initial sword cultivation of Yuanying, he had no way to retreat and had to sacrifice the spiritual treasure golden lotus with the Buddha Yuan.

Calculationally, this is Zhang Yan stepping into the world of cultivation. The third time he sacrificed the spiritual treasure Jinlian. The first time was to kill Chai Bing, a golden elixir monk, and the second time was to deal with a giant who stepped into the divine realm under Qianjing City... Generally speaking, if it hadn't been a last resort, Zhang Yan would never use this big killer indiscriminately. , not to mention the consumption of a huge amount of Zhenyuan, the key is to be coveted by others, which is not good...

There is a golden light burning between heaven and earth, like a water wave, sweeping every inch of space. The golden lotus is born, and the lotus platform is slowly rotating with the extremely buzz of Qingyue. It is like petals made of pure gold slowly blooming. Every time it blooms, the horror on it increases by one point, getting stronger and thicker. The whole Heaven and earth seem to tremble for it.

The golden light, Ma Chong only felt like he was bathed in the warm spring breeze, and his irritability and anxiety were swept away. Only a touch of calmness was rising. His eyes became strange, and his expression was full of piety, and even with a trace of fanaticism. The means of adults was simply a magic pen to reverse the universe!

Ma Chong suddenly heard the extremely surprised voice of the Xue brothers and sisters in his ears, and couldn't help laughing. They probably also see the extraordinary of this lotus-shaped magic weapon. Thinking of this, Ma Chong's eyebrows suddenly frowned. No, this magic weapon is more powerful than the black beads used by adults yesterday. How can it be described as extraordinary? Question mark

He thought hard in his mind, and then his eyes lit up. If you use one word to describe it, this magic weapon... can only be summarized by the word 'rebellious'!

At this time, the ghost's face finally changed. In the overwhelming golden light, his feeling was the strongest. This golden light, which seemed soft, made him have an irreshakable idea for the first time. In the past, even in the face of people with higher cultivation than him, it was unique!

Ghost scold slightly narrowed his eyes and stared straight at the golden lotus like the scorching sun above his head. Not to mention the fear in his heart, what surprised him more was that the countless sharp swords he had just formed with the aura of heaven and earth had slowly melted in this golden light! And it also converged into a part of the golden light...

What the hell is this golden lotus!?

Why does it make me feel an atmosphere that only spiritual swords have? There are thousands of doubts in the heart of the ghost. He didn't know that just yesterday, Lord Yun Zangkong, the owner of the house he had been serving, was exactly the same as his state of mind at this time when facing Zhang Yan's Xuanyan soul beads.

Impossible!

Let the ghost believe that this golden lotus is also a spiritual treasure-level magic weapon. If he kills him, he won't believe it, but what if he doesn't believe it? Everything in front of him has broken his perception.

This lost mood did not last long, or even just for a moment. The ghost's eyes became fierce, practicing for countless years, and experiencing countless baptisms of war. His intuition told him that if he was neglecting for a minute, if he stopped for a moment, death would inevitably come over his head. He absolutely did not want to listen to the footsteps of death...

"Ah!"

The ghost shouted loudly, and his voice was extremely sharp. Suddenly, a flying sword as thin as cicada wings was added in his hand, and the firelight roamed the body of the sword, scattering a strong bloody smell.

This is a treasure-level flying sword, drinking blood and countless dead souls, accompanied by ghosts to fight for countless years. Now, this sword is in hand, and the ghost's heart suddenly becomes secure. If he doesn't look at the golden lotus above his head, he looks as calm as water. With the intuition that has been sharpened for countless years, he gently waved the sword in his hand.

The calm void was dyed gold by the golden light, and the ghostly flying sword was like a sea god needle, wrapped in the magnificent fire power and gently shattered everything.

Puff! Poo! Poo! Poo!

The void was in chaos, and the golden light was shattered into a large area. Countless muffled sounds came one after another. Gradually, the sound became louder and louder, even covering the clear sound of the rotation of the golden lotus.

The ghost scolding seems to be unaware of this, not sad or happy. He has mobilized all the vast and true elements of Yuanying in his body, making a desperate attempt. The sound of the flying sword in his hand is louder, and the strong fire power surges out a sea of fire in the golden light all over the sky!

Sword cultivation is indeed worthy of being the profession with the highest attack power! Only under the cover of Jinlian, there is still the will to fight and the power of swinging the sword, which is unmatched by other kinds of monks.

Although he was so admiring, Zhang Yan knew that at this time, it had come to the end.

A trace of cold light flashed in his eyes.

Zhang Yan resolutely gritted his teeth, consumed half of the Buddha yuan in his body, and poured them all into the golden lotus. The sound of the golden lotus once again resounded through the world, and the golden light that was broken by ghosts also gathered like a stream of water and recovered as before...

Immediately, Zhang Yan stretched out his right hand and pointed to Jinlian in the air.

buzz!

A clear sound, with the sound of wind and thunder, roaring and rolling all over the world. The countless petals of Lingbao Jinlian trembled together, and immediately shot out a burning golden light. The bucket was thick and thin, just like the Milky Way tilting, and smashed into the ghost who was dancing sword endlessly.

The ghost scolded and raised his head, and his pupils contracted sharply. Although the golden light had not yet arrived, the fierce and uncast breath on it had forced him to retreat repeatedly.

It's not good!

The ghost's face was so ferocious that he would never want to be killed to death. Gritting his teeth, a fierce color appeared on his face. The ghost scolded his head, and a three-inch baby appeared on the ghost cover, and then he was grasped by him in one hand and clenched it tightly in his hand.

"Hahahaha, do you want me to die? No, but you can! Let's do it together..."

The ghost scolding was about to pinch the Yuanying in his hand, and a familiar chant suddenly came from his ears, "Ghost scolding, my ghost is not dead yet. Do you want to die before me?"

Ghost!

Countless pictures surged into my mind, and the ghost was stunned, and the movements in his hand slowed down. At this time, the golden beam of light above his head burst down.

"Ah~~"

The ghost's sad scream stopped abruptly, and the golden pillar of light completely smashed his body and soul and disappeared without a trace. The gold between heaven and earth, like a tide retreated and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

It's still in Qingyuan Village, and it's still the same group of people, but the ghostchi has disappeared. The only change is the flat bluestone road, with a hole nearly ten feet wide and bottomless, on which the smoke curls and spreads in the gradually stable air.

Ghostchi is Yuan Yingjie's sword cultivation, but in the face-to-face effort, he was killed to death by Zhang Yan with a golden lotus. Ma Chong and other four people almost couldn't breathe, and their faces were full of shocking thoughts, and nothing in their minds were empty and dull as puppets.

I don't know how long it took, Ma Chong came to his senses and looked at Zhang Yan, who was standing in front of the crack in the ground, and suddenly had a strong impulse in his heart. He really wanted to know how horrible the golden lotus was just now...

At this time, Zhang Yan suddenly said, "Let's go to the entrance of the village. There is someone waiting for us." After saying that, he strode to Cai Rong, who was in a trance, said "I'm offended", then hugged Cai Rong's waist and flew away to the entrance of the village.

Ma Chong was stunned. He didn't hear the clear voice before the ghost was about to die. Seeing Zhang Yan galloping away, he did not dare to neglect it. With Xue's brothers and sisters under his ribs, he also hurried away to the entrance of the village.

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Not long after Zhang Yan and others left, the villagers of Qingyuan Village came here with a frightened look under the leadership of the village's old Han Likong. The movement just now was so loud that it was not too shocking. The overwhelming golden light, like the cry of a phoenix, the sharp and hoarse scream, like the muffled sound of thunder... A series of strange appearance stunned the whole village.

It was not until this time that the different phases disappeared one after another that it was not sure that the end of the world had come. However, they were still extremely worried and dared to find out the reason for a long time. When they stood in front of the huge gap in front of Wid Cai's house and looked at the foamy bluestone ground, their eyes were almost frightened. Fall out.

"What...is this caused? It's so scary!"

"Is it... there are immortals fighting here?"

"There is still smoke in this big pit. Good boy, if the immortals fight here, they must be first-class immortals."

......

Without seeing anything terrible, everyone began to discuss the scene in front of them, with surprise in their mouths. Only one person stood in front of the pit without saying a word, stunned.

is Han Shuo. He is a swordsman. Naturally, he can see the strangeness of the big pit in front of him. As for the person who caused the situation in front of him, he vaguely has a vague answer in his heart.

"Are those two predecessors a high-level swordsman in the Yuanying period..." Han Shuo muttered to himself unconsciously.

At the entrance of the village, the top of the hillside full of green flowers.

Zhang Yan picked a delicate green kite flower and looked at its red petals. He couldn't help but be a little distracted. Just now, when he came here with Cai Rong, he saw the owner of the voice, the ghost. That is Cai Rong's husband Xue Lengshan.

For a couple who have not met for more than ten years, it is inevitable that their emotions will get out of control when they meet at this time. Especially after the arrival of the Xue brothers and sisters, all the emotions in the hearts of this family almost completely broke out, screams, questioning, insults, regrets... overlapping and overlapping on this green gull hillside.

Zhang Yan did not intend to get into other people's housework. He took Ma away and waited for the family to be emotionally stable. But what is surprising is that Zhang Yan waited all night before he had the opportunity to meet Xue Lengshan alone.

Xue Lengshan is a magnificent man with a face like an axe carved stone carving, which is extremely handsome. He wears a thick hemp coat and sits casually in the green gull flowers. His temperament is very elegant.

He took out a wine pot in his arms and poured a few mouths. Then he pointed to Zhang Yan with his right hand, smiled and said a sentence that made Zhang Yan's heart tremble:

"Brother, you are not from the world of swords."