Lanruo Temple is shaking and the sky is shaking.

The ancient human-shaped tree that rose from the ground flew out one after another, turning into two huge palms in the air.

Ning Yi, who was hanging in the air, was whistling in his ears.

He doesn't move or flash.

Two strong winds mixed in, shattering within three feet of Ning Yi's left and right sides. The sword energy was circling like a ball, wrapping Ning Yi's head and soles, protecting it so hard that it was blocked. The heavy rain on the dome fell on the sword energy and was splashed away.

The tree demon's vines condensed again and turned into two huge palms, "holding" Ning Yi tightly in his palm. The dead wood in the palm was like flesh and blood, and was scattered by the sword energy. But even so, endless vitality rolled up, constantly extending the arms to fill the palm veins.

"I want you to die!"

The evil spirit condenses.

The sword energy was greatly suppressed by the old tree.

Ning Yi looked calm and pressed his right hand on the hilt of the sword. Xixue's divinity still had not accumulated to its peak at this moment.

His left hand slowly raised, and the sky was dark.

Two fingers are put together.

A touch of sword energy gathered at the fingertips.

Wind and thunder linger.

The heaven and earth split a ray of light.

The "rumbling" sound of thunder tearing the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds over Jinhua City. The prosperous temple of Lanruo Temple was illuminated as bright as daylight under this light. The scoop of water placed beside the dry well in the temple was swept up by the strong wind and exploded in the air. The vibrant wall returned to death and withering under the illumination of the moment.

There has never been a dead tree in spring.

Everything is just an illusion.

The courtyard wall was cracked and the lacquer tiles were broken. Everything in this temple had already rusted.

The entire courtyard wall of the inner courtyard was collapsed by a huge body and rumbled and collapsed.

A ray of light cut through, and the entire demon tree's original deity was cut from top to bottom. The withered palms that were covering Ning Yi's sides exploded in an instant, and the air waves were rolling.

This sword did not use the "Divine Nature of the Sword Holder".

This is just Ning Yi’s cultivation gain over the past six months. The old sword immortal asked him to pick up the sword and put down the sword, and he would have a sword in his heart.

He is not qualified to use that child.

If you can make your heart as clear as glass and not stained with dust, then the "child" scabbard inserted above Han Yue's head should be pulled out.

The road to sword cultivation is long and obstructive.

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The sword was so powerful that it did not kill "grandma".

The tree demon, which was almost cut in half, made a heart-wrenching howling sound. Yin and Yang mixed, and wind and thunder flowed on its body, turning into countless small snakes and fleeing in all directions. The head and face that appeared on the tree were stained with thunder snakes. In an instant, rolling black smoke came out, and then his facial features withered and turned into pustules.

The entire demon body was almost shattered by this sword.

Ning Yi's vision widened again on both sides. Two huge tree demon arms removed by the sword energy fell to the ground with a clang, splashing rain like river water, and fell again in Lanruo Temple with a crackling sound, with mud.

The twelve female ghosts who were surging the formation were almost shocked when they saw this scene, and they did not dare to move, and they did not dare to come forward to seek death.

When grandma used her demon body, she fought with the golden monk and the rough man many years ago, she didn't say she had the upper hand, but at least she had a 50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-50-

Now he was cut in half by a sword?

Fu Qingfeng was also stunned. She never expected that Mr. Ning Chen's cultivation level would be so strong.

Hanging in the air, the wind is noisy.

Ning Yi turned his head slightly and looked at the Thousand Buddha Pagoda, which was only a wall. The heart there was trembling, and it became heavier. He had been secretly stumbling and wanted to directly bombard the stone wall to see which sacred place was in the pagoda. Later, after thinking about it, he gave up and followed the clues step by step, first killing the "grandma" of Lanruo Temple, and then seeing what she worshiped.

Now he understood a little.

Grandma is indeed a "unkillable" body... The best proof is that she has just instilled sword energy without killing her.

And all "things that cannot be killed" are related to "shadow".

Ning Yi narrowed his eyes. He thought that the shadow was just a certain, or several special creatures acting under the light... But this scene seemed to overturn his imagination, and the "shadow" could resonate with the creatures through some "ritual".

And the characteristics similar to "not-killable" can also be given to...

Is this a gift from the evil ghost in the underworld?

Can't be killed, immortal, immortal... If there is no other price, then this is the "immortality" that everyone dreams of.

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Ning Yi was slightly stunned.

The courtyard wall that fell and collapsed and connected to Lanruo Temple and Thousand Buddha Pagoda broke the root of his arms, and regenerated withered vines. His palm pressed on the ground and supported his body, "grandma" roared angryly.

The ground was rolled upside down, and several temples and ancient temples all rose from the ground. The broken stone piers and Leo, with her as the center, hang in the air. Countless gravels like shavings kept shaking, shattering and then shaking.

The pain of the sword splitting her body just now was extremely heartbreaking. She hadn't tried it for a long time. The old monk many years ago came to save himself with the broken golden body of Buddha statues. When he almost succeeded, he felt this way.

Fortunately, the "Thousand Buddha Pagoda" gave her infinite life.

She will never die.

Today's scholar's arrival...is a good thing, and the Thousand Buddha Pagodas are only one line away from being able to be perfect.

The tree body was dry like charcoal, and she stood up again tremblingly. The demonic wind blew up, and the dead head was sucked into her abdomen. Another cold wind came!

The wind was like a spring ferry, and her tree was re-inserted with hundreds of bloody heads, all of which were old men, women, babies and children. At this moment, she whimpered and whined, and her voice was like a ghost crying, which was even better than before.

The cloud that was pressing very low down, bloody color dropped.

The entire Lanruo Temple suddenly flashed in the daylight, covered with scarlet red.

Ghost crying and howling.

The twelve female ghosts stormed in the air all looked in pain at this moment.

"Grandma--"

A ghost let out a heart-wrenching scream, and his body swept into his grandma's body like smoke.

Ning Yi's pupils contracted.

He could feel that the talisman connected to his mind was trembling violently at this moment, extremely unstable. Fu Qingfeng, who was lying on the ground, was blew up with a red gauze, and his expression was extremely painful. The strong wind in heaven and earth was born from his body, as if there was a kind of power to blow her away.

"Ningchen...I know that you have a strong cultivation level, but do you know that these ghosts are driven by me."

The sound of the gloomy old tree resounded throughout Lanruo Temple.

"Their bodies were all in my body. With a moment of thought, their souls would have to return to their positions. If you kill me, it would be like killing them!"

Grandma laughed loudly.

Amid the thick laughter of the intersection of yin and yang, twelve ghosts hanging in the air covered their heads with their hands. The beautiful women had a hideous expression and were extremely miserable. Begging for mercy and shouting were useless. After swallowing, they instantly turned into one stream of light after another, sweeping into grandma's body.

The demonic energy is getting stronger!

The wind is raging!

Ning Yi's face suddenly turned cold and fell to the ground in an instant. The talisman he hung three feet above Fu Qingfeng was almost broken by the cold wind. The talisman paper was shattered as soon as it touched and turned into powder.

Fu Qingfeng's face was covered with a layer of frost.

Her lips were extremely pale and her eyes were blurred. She raised her head and looked at the blurry scholar.

"Mr. Ning...Mr. Ning..."

She smiled and waved her hand and said, "You... don't worry about me... Qingfeng... It's okay..."

The sound is intermittent.

The three words "Mr. Ning" hit the heart, and Ning Yi took a deep breath.

He turned his head and pressed one hand on the hilt of the sword, no longer preparing to accumulate strength.

The ugly face of "Grandma" condensed from the tree heads, and the screams of hundreds of heads slowly subsided and finally became silent.

There were only three people left in Lanruo Temple at this moment. Yin Feng was blocked by the sword energy, but instead it was silent.

"Ningchen, her body is in my hands...I can return the body to you."

Grandma's body slowly emerged. On the thick tree trunk, a man wearing a huge ancient bun appeared first, then the familiar big red robe, and then he hugged a weak red gauze woman's body, hanging in front of the body of the deity.

He looked at Ning Yi from a high point and said seriously: "You can't kill me, and I can't kill you either. Why don't we make peace and I will return Fu Qingfeng to you."

Ning Yi had no expression on his face and closed his eyes.

The wind and rain blew the robe, and there was nothing in his eyes, only darkness left.

Ning Yi asked calmly, word by word, "What do you want?"

"I want a drop of blood from your heart." Grandma said calmly: "Without this drop of blood, you will not die. At most, your cultivation level will drop sharply, and you can still come back from practicing in the future."
To be continued...