New White Snake Asking Immortals

"Sister Yujun, let's not live here, there will be a time later!"

Mo Qin and Mo Yuan clasped their fists to bid farewell, this is the etiquette often used by Jiang Hu people.

"There will be a period later."

Bai Yujun watched the two brothers and sisters walk towards the county seat. Although they were weak, they still chose to stand up. This is a hero, and the unpopular rebels will be defeated sooner or later.

Seeing that the officers and soldiers and the rebels were about to start a fight, Bai Yujun was not in a hurry to leave, thinking about watching a movie first.

There is no need to intervene in the affairs of human beings, unless the rebels have monks to join the battle, they can go to battle according to the situation. Chunyang wants to maintain the peace of the world and prevent monks from randomly participating in secular affairs. Of course, it is difficult for so many monks in the army to survive. , those above the foundation building stage will not go to the secular world to make troubles, and it is too late to increase their cultivation base, so there is no time to cause trouble.

The high mountains outside the city were occupied by officers, soldiers and rebels to spy on each other. Bai Yujun found a big tree and climbed up to watch a play leisurely.

Just cast a small illusion to not be discovered by those soldiers.

It is normal for snakes to climb trees. Anyone who is familiar with snake creatures knows that snakes are good tree climbers. Sometimes, in order to dig out bird nests and catch flying birds, they will sit still on the branches for half a day and wait for the opportunity.

As always, put away the bookcase and weapons, take out the blanket and find out the small pillow and half-baked minced meat.

Lie down and lean, tsk tsk, this is comfortable.

Pinch a piece of minced meat, throw it into the sky, and open your mouth to catch it. If you don’t have melon seeds, you can only use this instead. Unfortunately, there is no tea to moisten your throat.

The big tree is located on the hillside, and the tree height has a wide view.

"Well, it's time to practice playing the flute. I haven't practiced for a long time."

Turning around and digging through the bookcase to find the flute, after searching for a long time, I didn’t find even a single flute. I still remember that Yang Mu bought a bundle of flutes for himself...

Sure enough, it was all smashed to pieces at some point.

If there is a god of music and music in the sky, it is estimated that a bolt of lightning will descend immediately and chop this stupid snake into black coals.

Forget it, just lie down and let the wind blow. Be a salty fish in a snake, the kind of salty fish that is very salty, very salty and delicious. Well, the weather is a bit muggy, so just blow a little wind.

Thinking of casting innate spells here to form a breeze on the hillside, the breeze blowing on the face is extremely comfortable.

"Yes, the wind and rain spell is really useful."

If those words are known to those who can't learn the spell of wind and rain, they will have to fight themselves to kill Bai Yujun. A good spell is actually used to enjoy comfort.

Because it was too comfortable, I fell into a deep sleep unconsciously...

late at night.

Night is the favorite time of some evil spirits. In the dark, these evil spirits make waves unscrupulously. The darkness is more likely to trigger the evil intentions hidden in some people's hearts. Many dark thoughts will also be put into action at night, as if that The darkness like ink gave the confidence to do evil.

Bai Yujun was awakened by the noise.

Looking towards the direction of the county seat, the thermal sensing ability presents a picture composed of infrared rays in front of your eyes.

Seeing that the temperature of the officers and soldiers and the rebel camp is getting higher and higher, the area is getting bigger and bigger. Obviously, the two sides intend to launch a fire attack in the dark. I never thought that the other side also had this idea, so the night battle turned into a fire battle. Fortunately, there were only a few people on both sides. Thousands of people would not cause chaos, the flames soared into the sky, and the soldiers on both sides brandished weapons to fight, venting the most primitive killing instinct...

Although it is not as shocking as the monk's powerful fighting, but the evil spirit is stronger, and the army's evil spirit is really not so easy to get along with.

The court officers and soldiers kept changing their formations with the help of firelight lighting, while the rebels became more chaotic and rampant with their own bravery. Fortunately, the court officers and soldiers were assisted by martial arts righteous men, and the righteous and evil schools of the martial arts sparked bloody battles.

The archers of the officers and soldiers showed great combat power, and every shot would sweep away an area, and the arrows were like frost.

"kill……"

The sound of killing shook the sky, everyone's eyes were red and they swore to kill their opponents...

Bai Yujun suddenly felt that the movie was not so good,

The dead soldiers, children and grandchildren, or brothers and sisters may also be fathers, and now only the old and young who have lost the pillars of the family are left after dying here, how sad.

However, this is fate, the environment is just like this, the world is just like this, and they all go with the flow.

Thinking of the word sorrow is another burst of self-deprecating.

Isn't this snake demon of himself involuntarily trying to survive in the cracks, willing to be a guard snake in Huashan in order to survive, eating those waste pill residues that no one wants, and working hard for the Pure Yang Palace? There is an asylum in Mount Hua. The vixen I met that day only wanted to go to the distant Shiwan Dashan, in order to stay away from the lucky human race, so he would rather enter the dangerous Shiwan Dashan.

It is not easy for birds and beasts to survive...

Time passed slowly amidst the fighting of the soldiers and Bai Yujun's wild thoughts.

Gradually, the sky became white.

Bai Yujun shook her head to get rid of those messy thoughts, and watched the human battle again.

"Huh? Why are the officers and soldiers going to lose?"

It stands to reason that the officers, soldiers and martial arts righteous should be victorious, but at this time they kept retreating in a panic. On the other hand, those rebels with high morale chased and fought fiercely, and if things went wrong, they would be monsters!

"wrong!"

Bai Yujun stood up abruptly, her eyes fixed on the rebels.

For some reason, he felt uncomfortable about the location of the rebel army, as if there was something bad there, and immediately used the snake's extraordinary sense of smell to search carefully from the chaotic odor particles in the air to see if there was any abnormality.

Bai Yujun's sense of smell becomes more and more powerful as she cultivates. She can not only smell ordinary smells, but also smell all kinds of breaths. It is a kind of natural supernatural power. Sometimes a keen sense of smell is more important than cultivation base, and there are a lot of breaths in the air. It was chaotic, but Bai Yujun still found something unusual.

Evil atmosphere!

Looking carefully at the battlefield again, I found that the souls of the soldiers were not absorbed by Huangquan Road after death, but continued to gather and disappear somewhere, as if absorbed by something.

"Ghost repair!"

The smell and actions can be known to be ghost cultivators without any guesswork. Ghost cultivators are like poisonous scorpions hidden in the shadows. Although the orthodox cultivation world is yelling at ghost cultivators, they don’t dare to work too hard for fear of being stared at by ghost cultivators. In order to sneak attack or harm the disciples outside, the ghost cultivator became a monk who was rejected by the mainstream in the dark area.

As long as there is enough yin energy and enough resentment from the dead souls, the speed of ghost cultivators can quickly improve their cultivation speed. For this reason, ghost cultivators secretly linger in the mass graves on the battlefield at all costs.

Looking around, there is no senior disciple of Chunyang stationed in the small county.

By the time the news arrives, I'm afraid that Guixiu will have disappeared without a trace. Bai Yujun, as a member of the Pure Yang Palace... the watchdog, if she doesn't take action, it will be difficult to explain in the future. No matter how much she hugged her thigh after being haunted by Guixiu, Bai Yujun would fight for her life with a knife no matter what.

He grabbed two weapons and gritted his teeth viciously, ran two steps on the tree trunk and suddenly stopped.

Turning around and going back to the bookcase, I rummaged to find out the Chunyang Taoist robe and put it on carefully, and put on the jade crown.

Sometimes the clothes are very useful.