After Yang Heng figured it out, he returned to Lanruo Temple, packed his bags, and then slowly left with the horse.

Yan Chixia stood on a high platform in Lanruo Temple, watching Yang Hengde leave, frowning.

This Taoist priest peered at his sword technique, but now he left so easily. There must be a conspiracy. It seems that he has been careful in the past few days and will not be trapped in the tricks of this Taoist priest.

Besides, after Yang Heng left Lanruo Temple, he walked slowly, but he did not walk far away, but went around in a circle to a small hill near Lanruo Temple.

When he arrived here, Yang Heng tied the horse under a crooked tree, but he himself stood at the highest point of the hill and looked at Lanruo Temple.

Tonight he will prepare to give Yan Chixia a great deal so that he can know that the sky is high and the earth is thick.

If he handed over the sword technique at that time, he could ease it, otherwise he would go to see the King of Hell tonight.

Next, Yang Heng sat cross-legged on the mountain and began to continue practicing the Taiyi Jinhua purpose.

If Yang Heng is now more and more powerful, the spiritual light in his golden elixir is becoming stronger and stronger. If he continues like this, he will be able to complete the golden elixir and give birth to a holy fetus in one or two years.

If you want to say that this practice is indeed very insensitive to time. Yang Heng started practicing in the morning, and by the time he finished his exercise, the sky was already dark.

Yang Heng stood up and patted the dust on his body, then took out the paper sedan chair from his arms.

This time he didn't get into the sedan chair, but just patted it lightly outside the sedan chair, and immediately there were endless resentful ghosts emerging from the sedan chair.

The sedan chairs that resentful ghosts seemed to be very excited when they left, and they circled back and forth near the sedan chair, roaring endlessly.

Yang Heng looked at these various resentful ghosts and smiled slightly, then pointed like the direction of Lanruo Temple.

These resentful ghosts immediately understood what Yang Heng meant, and they immediately turned into a black cloud to cover Lanruo Temple.

With the arrival of these endless resentful ghosts, Lanruo Temple immediately became different.

All kinds of birds and beasts had already escaped quickly, and even insects were lying in the grass, not daring to make any sound.

The lush tree behind Lanruo Temple began to shrink after these resentful ghosts arrived, as if they were afraid of the arrival of these resentful ghosts.

At this time, Yan Chixia was holding a glass of wine in the room and looking at an unknown booklet under the candlelight.

Suddenly, his nose twitched twice, he stood up and pushed open the door, and arrived in the yard.

When he came to the yard and looked into the sky, he was surprised when he saw it.

It turned out that a black cloud was floating in the distance, and among the black clouds, there were countless resentful ghosts biting and roaring.

Seeing this situation, Yan Chixia knew it was not good. Now he was not in the mood to drink, so he went back to the room and hung his broken wooden box on his body.

In just a moment, the black clouds had already landed above Lanruo Temple with countless resentful ghosts, and then suddenly covered the entire Lanruo Temple, wrapped in black clouds.

This time, the entire Lanruo Temple has become a ghost realm, and ghosts are passing by.

Yan Chixia stared at the resentful ghosts outside the room, and her heart was already sinking. Although he didn't take these things seriously if they were one or two, he would really have to lose sight of them if they came and came.

It seems that he has to take action first and eliminate some of them first. Otherwise, it would be a bit difficult for him to attack these resentful ghosts.

When he thought of this, Yan Chixia gently touched the wooden box on her body.

As Yan Chixia's movements moved, a cold light flew out from the wooden box. As soon as the cold light left the wooden box, it turned into lightning and headed straight out of the house.

A resentful ghost happened to pass by Yan Chixia's room door, and it happened to collide with the cold light.

Next, the resentful ghost was turned into pieces without even reacting, and then disappeared into the air.

Next, the cold light began to run back and forth in the yard. Every time he speeded, he would destroy a resentful ghost.

Yan Chixia frowned, and looked at the cold light outside the yard with just a few breaths, and eliminated seven or eight resentful ghosts, which seemed to have outstanding military achievements.

But Yan Chixia did not have any expression of joy because there were too many ghosts outside.

More importantly, the ghosts outside did not seem to be trying to hurt people, but were just hovering back and forth for his room.

Yan Chixia's mind turned around for a few times, and when she remembered what happened in the day, she understood that the resentful ghost outside was probably driven by the Taoist priest Yang. It seemed that he was still obsessed with his sword skills.

Yan Chixia was very angry. You little Taoist priest is so ungrateful. She didn't want to be as knowledgeable as you, but she didn't expect to dare to play tricks.

Since that's the case, I'll fight you today to see if your magic is strong or my swordsmanship is powerful.

Chixia's eyes flashed with a cold light and suddenly rushed out of the house. The flying sword chasing the resentful ghost in the air immediately flew backwards when she saw the owner leaving the house and began to hover around Yan Chixia.

The resentful ghosts just need to approach Yan Chixia a little, and the flying sword will turn into flowing light and immediately crash into it.

Yan Chixia came outside and glanced at it, then identified the room where Yang Heng originally lived, and passed by in three or two steps.

When you reach the door of the room, you will push the door and enter directly.

Yan Chixia glanced up and down in the room, and then came to the pile of hays where Yang Heng was sleeping.

He stretched out his right hand and snatched it in the air, as if he had grabbed something, and then placed his right hand under his nose.

Then Yan Chixia's nostrils moved, as if after smelling something, she spread her left hand and fell on the palm of his hand.

Yan Chixia slashed the invisible object that was being held by her right hand on the sword.

Then Yan Chixia chanted a few spells lightly at the sword, and then threw them out suddenly.

The small sword left Yan Chixia's body and came to the sky above Lanruo Temple like lightning. Then he circled around, as if he had determined the direction and flew straight to the hill not far away.

At this time, Yang Heng was sitting next to the paper sedan chair, looking at the ghosts and howling in the distance.

Haha, that Yan Chixia must have been scared. I will scare him for a while and go to negotiate with him tomorrow morning to see how brave Yan Chixia is.

Just as Yang Heng was thinking about something beautiful, a stream of light suddenly flew through the air.

The stream of lightning was a little faster than lightning. In just a blink of an eye, he came to Yang Heng and headed straight for his head.

If Yang Heng was really careless this time, he didn't expect that Yan Chixia could drive the flying sword to attack him at such a long distance.

Therefore, when he discovered the flying sword, it was too late to hide.

Fortunately, there was a paper sedan next to Yang Heng. Seeing that Yang Heng was about to be attacked, the ghost servant standing next to the paper sedan suddenly rushed upwards and rushed towards the flying sword flying in the air.

The ghost servant collided with the flying sword in the air, and the result was that the ghost servant was beaten to death.

However, this time it was a time for Yang Heng. Just as the ghost was not disbanded, Yang Heng rolled on the ground, and when he stood up again, there was already an extra phoenix-headed hairpin in his hand.

Yang Heng no longer cared about anything else and threw the phoenix-headed hairpin towards the flying sword.

As soon as the phoenix hairpin left, Yang Heng's hand turned into a ball of fire phoenix, and then collided with the flying sword with endless heat waves.

If we say that this phoenix-headed hairpin is indeed the supreme magic weapon, although the flying sword is powerful, it only makes a metal collision sound when hitting the phoenix-headed hairpin. The fire phoenix is ​​safe, but the flying sword is knocked out more than ten feet.

However, the next thing was a bit troublesome. The flying sword seemed to be very spiritual. After discovering that the fire phoenix was powerful, it no longer contacted the fire phoenix, but turned into streaming light and began to hover up and down around the fire phoenix.

If we say that the fire phoenix turned into this phoenix is ​​indeed powerful, but the speed of the flying sword is too fast, and the phoenix hairpin cannot keep up with its speed.

In this way, both sides chased each other in the air, and no one could do anything to each other.

And what Yang Heng looked below was sweating coldly.

The speed of this sword is too fast. If I can't stand it for a while and get hit by him, my life will be lost immediately.

Just as Yang Heng sighed, the flying sword in the sky seemed to suddenly feel something, and then it jumped into the sky and avoided the fire phoenix.

Then a lightning flashed through the air, and the end of the lightning was still Yang Heng's neck.

It turned out that the flying sword was entangled with the Fire Phoenix in the air just now, just to attract Yang Heng's attention. When Yang Heng relaxed a little, the flying sword once again took Yang Heng's head.

At this critical moment, Yang Heng's thoughts suddenly touched the talisman of the Dharma, the sky and earth in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Next, Yang Heng's body suddenly grew. At this time, the flying sword flew to Yang Heng. However, since Yang Heng had now become three or four feet tall, the flying sword had no time to change its target, so it passed through Yang Heng's thigh.

Yang Heng felt a pain in his thigh, and then a stream of blood gushed out.

And the flying sword stained with Yang Teng's blood drew a circle in the air, and then left like lightning.

After the flying sword left, Yang Heng put away the magical powers of the world.

The fire phoenix did not turn into a phoenix-headed hairpin, but was still mixed with flames flying back and forth near Yang Heng, as if protecting Yang Heng.

When Yang Heng saw the flying sword leaving, he gritted his teeth and checked his injuries.

Yang Heng was very angry when he saw this because his thigh had been cut a big hole and blood kept flowing out.

If an ordinary person suffers such injuries in this wilderness, he will definitely die.

Fortunately, Yang Heng has a very good cultivation level, and she has also practiced Zhuyou Art, so there is no need to worry too much.
Chapter completed!