Chapter 261: Self-reliance

The ground thorns kept popping up, densely packed in all directions, several meters long and several centimeters long, with jagged canine teeth.
Facing the densely packed ground thorns, even if Zhang Bairen's "slaying dragon" can cut gold and jade, it is still difficult to fully protect himself. The various ground thorns gathered from all directions make Zhang Bairen unpredictable, and he keeps leaving wounds on his body. .
The battle lasted from three poles in the sun until late at night, and then when the sun rose in the east, a ray of pure sun rose up and was swallowed by Zhang Bairen. The pure and incomparable life energy nourished Zhang Bairen's wound.
Looking at the reddish horizon, Zhang Bairen knew that it was time for him to fight back!
With the blessing of the sun, Zhang Bairen's spirit and energy returned to its peak state again, and the wounds on his body had condensed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then he saw Zhang Bairen's long sword pushing horizontally, and the trapped fairy rope shot out and entangled a tall building in the distance. , Flickering over.
"laugh"
"laugh"
"laugh"
There were bursts of breaking air, and dense thorns popped up on the ground, waiting for Zhang Bairen to settle down and string them into candied haws.
"Swish"
The other end of the trapped fairy rope was stretched in Zhang Bairen's hands and tied a building in the distance. Zhang Bairen stepped on the rope and walked towards the temple in the center of the city.
Walking a tightrope, this is the method Zhang Bairen just figured out. There is no ground thorn in the air. How can the gods help themselves?
However, Zhang Bairen thought too much, and saw that the thorns skyrocketed instantly, reaching a height of more than ten meters, and wanted to puncture the rope.
"You only have this skill!" Zhang Bairen held the Dragon Slayer, at this moment the temple in the distance was already in sight.
Zhang Bairen admires those who can break through the speed of sound or are able to fly. If they can break through the speed of sound or fly in the air, there will be no such trouble. It is so difficult to approach the gods.
Fortunately, there is a trapped fairy rope in hand, otherwise today I can only retreat.
"Wow!"
Regardless of Zhang Bairen, who wanted to stab the trapped fairy rope behind him, he took eight steps in a row, as if shrinking to an inch, a few flashes did not wait for the gods to recover, they had come to the gods of the gods. Before the temple.
Looking at the with upside-down eyebrows standing in the temple, and not giving the gods time to show his power, I saw Tu Long turned into a streamer, and a sword intent to kill the immortal shot, piercing the void and piercing the god's chest.
Flying out of the sky!
The two sword auras should merge inside and out, the trapped fairy sword aura is inside, the Zhuxian sword aura is outside, and the god's body is firmly locked by the trapped fairy sword aura, and it won't score any money when moving.
Zhang Bairen walked over with a smile: "How about it! This kind of gradual death is uncomfortable? I heard people say that once a dies, it will be completely dispelled and will never be reincarnated. I don't know if it is true. !"
"As long as you are willing to explain the family and forces behind it, it is not impossible to let you go!" Zhang Bairen looked at the statue.
The idol blinked desperately, but could not move! There is a color of anxiety in his eyes.
"Negative stubborn resistance? I am loyal to your family. Pang Dao hates dealing with you and other family members, and loyalty to the family one by one is the most difficult thing! I really don’t understand, you are going to die, the rise and fall of the family Do you have anything to do? Why don't you understand!" Zhang Bairen raised his head and sighed.
The idol looked at Zhang Bairen, his eyes bulged, staring at him, and blinking desperately.
"Oh, anger! Seeing that you are a man, I will give you a pleasure today! I am the man who respects the most" Zhang Bairen seemed to be muttering to himself.
Zhang Bairen, who was in ragged clothes and smeared with blood, wandered around the temple with his palms on his back. The eyes of the statue kept turning, showing anxious expression on his face.
"Pity!"
The idol was blinking desperately, and Zhang Bairen remained unmoved.
"You can go with peace of mind. Under my Zhuxian sword aura, the soul can't disperse the soul. It can only be completely transformed into the nourishment of the sword aura, and you can die well." Zhang Bairen carried his hands and smiled.
Feeling the desperate gaze coming from the idol’s eyes, the brilliance gradually dimmed and completely turned into a clay sculpture. The two sword qi revolved and fell into Zhang Bairen’s sword womb, only to find that Zhuxian Jianqi and Sunken Sword Qi seemed to have eaten a big tonic. , I don’t know how many times it has grown.
"Bang!" The clay sculpture exploded and turned into dust flying all over the sky.
"I forgot, you have been locked in the divine body by the trapped immortal sword qi, and you can't speak!" Zhang Bairen patted his head, and the Zhuxian sword qi and the trapped sword qi retracted, only to realize that something was wrong.
It turned out that the problem actually appeared here, and it was indeed extremely overbearing to be trapped in Immortal Sword Qi. Zhang Bairen was so exhausted in the previous battle that he had forgotten this.
Withdrawing the Dragon Slaying Sword, there was a loud noise in the distance. Zhang Bairen stroked the hilt of the sword. The people of the tribe stood outside the door with fear, slow to move, and his eyes were full of fear.
Stepping on the head of the statue at will, looking at a group of people outside, Zhang Bairen's sword light circulated in his hand, and instantly a piece of wood with the thickness of a human waist was cut by Zhang Bairen.
"Huh"
"Huh"
"Huh"
The sword light circulated, and the sawdust flew horizontally. When the sword light converged, I saw a wooden sculpture falling in the lobby, and a touch of sword energy penetrated into the eyebrows of the wood sculpture. A blank, golden talisman in Zhang Bairen’s hand was unprepared. Behind the head of the wood carving, and then instantly sealed.
Looking closely at the wood carving, it was exactly the same as Zhang Bairen. The eyebrows, eyes, nose, ears, and even the three thousand blue silks on the back of the head were also carved.
Looking at the people below, Zhang Bairen said blankly: "The poor way killed Er and other tribal gods, the gods are so useless, it is better to worship me! You are not allowed to worship the gods in the future, you can only worship me! I understand! ?"
The cold voice echoed in my ears, everyone looked at me and I looked at you, their eyes were full of confusion, and they were at a loss for a while.
Zhang Bairen’s long sword ‘dang’ and ‘dang’ on the ground twice: "Understand? Either worship me or die!"
"understood!"
"The villain understands!"
"I'll understand it later!"
A group of people nodded repeatedly, as if they were afraid that Zhang Bairen would be chopped to death if they spoke late.
"Then what are you doing, don't hurry up!" Zhang Bairen said coldly.
After a word fell, everyone was at a loss and hurriedly stepped forward and bowed one after another, holding a note of incense sticks in it.
Tens of thousands of people in the entire village all ran over and bowed down, the scene was extremely magnificent. The fireworks skyrocketed for a while, and the religious atmosphere became more intense with the bedding on the ground.
"Those who believe in me will have eternal life, and the dead will be resurrected!" Zhang Bairen's words murmured and passed into the ears of the people below.
Click!
A blue thunderbolt dashed across the desert, making people tremble in their hearts!
Thunderbolt, how can there be a bolt from the desert?
Zhang Bairen took a careful look at the sky, at the shuddering crowd below, and at the people kneeling. He turned around and walked out of the temple to the well. The water in the well was rolled up out of thin air, washing away the blood on Zhang Bairen.
Seeing the vague flesh and blood tumbling on his thigh, Zhang Bairen sighed slightly, the injury was not minor, it almost hurt a bone.
Injury to the bones is a major event in a lifetime. The most taboo of a warrior is to injure the bones. Although the Taoist is not as serious as the warrior, it will still damage the vitality and damage the practice.
Carefully cleaned the wound, after applying plaster carefully, Zhang Bairen found out the cloth bandaged, and ran the sun to repair the wound~EbookFREE.me~Looking at the damaged city, he turned around and walked quietly when he was unprepared. go.
The reason why Zhang Bairen set up a temple here really wanted to know, if he set up his own idol, will he become a in the future?
Zhang Bairen stroked Tu Long, limped out of the city, and headed towards the desert.
"Little sir! How are you, are you okay?" Tie Jun saw Zhang Bairen limping in a distance and hurriedly greeted him.
Zhang Bairen lamented: "Do you look like I'm okay? Don't you hurry up and help me in."
After listening to Zhang Bairen's words, the Tiejun hurriedly helped Zhang Bairen and greeted him: "Quickly go to Miss Tong Chuan and say that the young man is back."
In the tent
Seeing the layers of gauze wrapped around her thighs, the eldest lady looked at Zhang Bairen curiously: "Did the young man win or lose!"
"I have suffered such a big injury. If I don't win, it would be too unreasonable! But fighting against the gods in the realm of the gods is really a thankless thing!"