Although there are some changes in cause and effect in this world, Chen ang is a patient hunter. He knows that this is only a slight test of the LORD God and ignores the deep correction. At least when the prey can''t retreat and there is no hope of breaking its tail to escape, he will use the momentum of thunder to cut off all its vitality.


    When he first practiced his magic weapon, he was inspired. He walked to Tiankai rock not far from Qixia Temple before dawn, waiting for the rising sun to the East and picking the first ray of purple gas. When the red sun leaps and the clouds open to the sun, it can absorb the purple Qi of the East, nourish the Tianhe mana in the Dantian, bring a trace of purple Qi to the mana, and better nourish the yuan God.


    The time to take purple Qi is only the moment of sunrise. In the rest of the time, Chen ang spits out the flame of the ever burning lamp, uses the Tianhe magic power to collect the sun''s true fire in the sun and integrate it into the magic weapon. The sun real fire is one of the seven real fires in the world. It has a name called air fire. It is refined into all fires produced in wood to increase its power.


    The essence of Changming lamp flame is just a fire, not a good one. Chen Ang''s collection of the sun''s true fire also means to enhance its origin.


    If you can collect the true fire of the sun in the sky and the ancient lung poison fire under the earth''s crust, and make three talents together with the Changming lamp flame, air fire, wood fire and stone fire, and practice samadhi true fire, you will have the great power of burning mountains, boiling the sea and refining demons into Tao, which is not under any magic weapon.


    Of course, it is still too early to say that such hard work for hundreds of years.


    Tianhe''s mana throughput, like smoke and fog, shrouded the whole mountain. Chen ang soon felt the spiritual agitation in the Changming lamp flame. He knew that it was time to harvest, which inevitably hurt the spirit of the lamp flame. Therefore, he received the warm cultivation in the Dantian.


    Mochou, the red snake beside the stream, is also soaking up the essence of the sun at this time. When the gentle morning light has dissipated, the rising sun becomes more and more violent. It is not suitable for Mochou, a Yin snake, to degenerate its vitality. Carrying Mo Chou, Chen ang started down the mountain and went to Qixia Temple.


    Before entering the door, he saw a young man in a mess rush out of the temple, pointing to his nose and scolding: "good devil! Let the snake harm people and poison me, you... You pay for your life!" Chen ang looked at him with a rash on his face, could not see his personal appearance, and his whole body was covered with dust and mud. It was obvious that he had tasted the pain of burning himself at midnight yesterday. ".


    In this way, it is natural for him to have such a great resentment.


    But Chen ang is not his old father. Why should he be considerate of his suffering? Seeing that he pointed to his nose and looked fierce and stubble inside, he sneered immediately. He simply photographed his breath while he was still making noise, folded a branch from the nearby bush and photographed his breath with magic power.


    Wang Ming, who was shouting and shouting, didn''t know how to advance or retreat. Seeing that Chen ang didn''t respond, he wanted to take two steps forward and get close to Chen Ang''s face. Next to him, his uncle and father, Chang Luo, looked on coldly. It is estimated that he would find someone to trip Li Ning so that he wouldn''t come to rescue Chen ang. Chen ang was willing to let his saliva splash on him. He grabbed one end of the branch. Wang Ming suddenly gave a cry of pain, covered his ankle and fell to the ground.


    "Oh! Sorry, I''m looking in the wrong direction!" Chen ang turned the branch, found a piece of cloth and wrapped it around the other end. Wang Ming seemed to be tied up and blocked his mouth. He could only make a sound.


    The onlookers were going to teach the little Taoist a lesson in the face of the host Wang Changluo, but now they see this scene, how dare they? Only watched Chen Yang go away and get away calmly.


    Until he left, someone mumbled and stammered, "demon... Demon way!"


    Wang Changluo, a trusted old family member, shivered and put the salute at his feet. Ignoring to get his salary back, he said to Wang Changluo, "Lord, I dare not take this job again. Please show mercy and let me live!" without waiting for him to reply, Wang Changluo stumbled out of the mountain. Wang Changluo reluctantly cheered up, Let someone send him wages as a gift.


    He performed in front of the crowd for a long time. He was good at comforting and doing things. Finally, he calmed the panic of the people.


    At this time, Wang Ming has broken away from the impeachment of magic victory. He looks at Chen Ang''s leaving direction in fear and yells to his uncle, "branch, that branch!" he tries to get it back. His uncle dares to let him go up, pulls his skirt and says, "good boy, do you want to be defeated by magic again? It''s too late for us to hide from him. Do you want to send it to the door again?"


    "If you don''t get the branch back, even if you run thousands of miles away, you can''t escape his impeachment." Wang Ming shouted.


    It''s not that they are well-informed, but that this spell is very famous. From the Royal witches to the common people fighting villains, there is the shadow of this spell. It can be called the most well-known and rampant technique in ancient and modern times. It is also a representative spell of mages, Taoists and even gods, witches and Han people. It has a long history not only in the Central Plains, but also in Western magic and African voodoo.


    It is really the first spell in the world.


    Uncle Wang Ming scolded, "he can arrest your soul with just a slap. If you go there now, who knows what evil magic he has. I''d better invite you martial uncle Zhou Yang and your uncle Li to beg for a good fortune from that man and scatter the magic!"


    The young Wang Minggang was just punishing for a while. Now he came back to his senses. He was scared out of control, so he followed his uncle.


    Soon, Li Ning knocked on the door of Chen Ang''s wing room with Wang Ming. At this time, the rash on Wang Ming''s face was better and he could see people, but it also meant that the next "pain of burning his body with fire" was coming. Suddenly, he looked around and shouted in surprise: "Uncle Li, look at the sky!"


    Li Ning looked up at the sky. Sure enough, he saw a coir feather white crane circling in the sky. The crane chirped and fell behind the main hall.


    Chen ang stood behind the main hall. The red practice snake perched on the stone slab of the well eaves and hissed its letter toward the sky. On the eaves stood a huge crane with bright red head, snow-white body, no hair, golden eyes, iron beak, and two claws like copper hooks. It was eight or nine feet high. It was picking its hair and combing its feathers there.


    In this moment, Li Ning has arrived with Wang Ming.


    Seeing the white crane Wang Ming on the eaves, he was overjoyed. He raised his hand and took the sleeve arrow Li Ning gave him to defend himself and shot at the white crane. Li Ning couldn''t stop it. He saw that the swift sleeve arrow was caught by the white crane. But this move has angered the feather crane. It swoops down in the air with two claws like a copper hook and rows towards Li Ning''s shawl. If it is grasped, it will be a small matter.