It clearly penetrated the monk's head, but the big leader's expression changed dramatically.
He quickly pulled his arm away as if he was electrocuted, and even his body fell back to its original position.
For a moment, it seemed like nothing happened.
The big leader looked solemnly, looked at his iron fist, opened his palm and turned it over, not noticing anything unusual.
After he punched just now, there was no feeling.
Not to mention the blood splattering and brains blooming as imagined.
It was so light that it seemed to be hitting the air, with only a very slight obstruction.
At that time, the murderous intention was about to condense into a substantial mist, and any obstruction would be crushed. If it weren't for his strong strength, this difference would have been ignored.
After punching through it without getting the desired result, the big boss knew that his test was not successful.
Looking at the monk chanting sutras again, there is a light gray mist in his damaged face.
As the mist intertwined, it was impossible to repair the face that had a big hole in it.
"Painted skin?"
Whatever it was, he had fallen behind.
In fact, it shouldn't have been like this. He was originally a very cautious ghost, because most people who are not cautious will die soon.
I just didn't expect that he would make such a simple mistake today, simple but fatal.
silence.
The many spirits and evil spirits that followed were ready to move, but they all suppressed their agitation in the silence of the big leader.
It's just that they don't understand why the big boss takes action once and then doesn't take action again.
And from the looks of it, he probably didn’t make any meritorious deeds.
The big leader is the right-hand man of the Great Black Mountain King, a capable general, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Such a monk could not help but look at the monk in front of him, and kept staring at the red-haired Taoist holding a gourd.
So what level should the two people on the other side be?
Qingji tugged on the clothes of the strong man beside her.
Lu Li's eyes were full of heaviness and he looked back at Qing Ji without speaking.
The young man in colorful clothes on the side opened the folding fan in his hand and stared at the red-haired Taoist with deep eyes: "Old Yan, what kind of knowledge can you see?"
The old man with a coiled bucket in his mouth took the words as the smoke curled up, and passed the message back: "It's true."
"If it seems real, then it's not real." The young man said with regret.
After all, they arrived a step too late, otherwise they wouldn't have only seen the current shadow. But if the other person is really a shadow, it is very different, and they can clearly feel the real aura.
It's just like what Yan Lao said, it's true.
The ghost hugged his shoulders and said sarcastically: "Badger, don't you like to eat it? That red-haired Taoist looks delicious."
The badger demon who regarded the bugs as jelly beans sneered and threw a centipede into a ball into his mouth: "I don't mind waiting for you to die and blowing you into skewers."
That look seemed to say: "Do you really think I'm stupid?"
The red-haired Taoist was even prepared for the commander-in-chief. He felt that he was no match for the commander-in-chief, so why did he go and die?
Anyone who can cultivate to this level and still be alive, whether he is a bad person or a good person, must be a smart person.
Of course, there is nothing wrong with calling him a smart monster or a smart ghost.
After all, there seemed to be so many living beings present, but no one seemed to be alive.
The ghost snorted: "I won't die even if you die."
The ghost in the velvet robe retracted his hand, his eyes hidden under his hood. Although he couldn't see his eyes, he could actually feel his exact line of sight.
The other little demons stayed and watched, and they also had no intention of being the first person.
…
The big leader's spiritual consciousness bloomed and enveloped the inner formation. The magic power of the whole body was flowing in the meridians. A breath of inner breath was pressed in the Dantian. The anxiety in his eyes disappeared and he said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency is..."
The red-haired Taoist nodded: "It's me."
The big leader's ceremony seemed quite thoughtful: "Under the throne of Dahei Mountain, General 'Mirage' is in charge of the army."
The red-haired Taoist just smiled: "If you can come to me alive, maybe you can learn my name."
"How dare you! How dare you be so rude to the big boss."
The wolf demon shouted angrily and slammed the copper stick in his hand onto the ground.
The Taoist looked over, and the smile on his face faded. His expression was cold and indifferent. His cold eyes didn't look like he was looking at a living thing at all. It was like he casually glanced at the corpse and then calmly moved away.
The smell of the wolf demon was really unpleasant, and there were still remains of flesh and blood between the teeth.
This makes Lord Tushan unhappy.
And he is a person who likes to do things according to his own mood.
If it really offends him, he will not waste his time talking to the other person because it is meaningless.
"Don't be so arrogant, let me, the Iron Wolf, come and meet you."
Iron Wolf took three steps and two steps at a time, leaping high into the air. His body was filled with mana. In mid-air, his body suddenly expanded, like a werewolf with its legs standing upright. He raised a copper rod weighing more than a thousand pounds and hung it on the ground.
The back of the head.
This attack was as powerful as the top of a mountain.
All the demons seemed to have seen the Taoist being smashed to pieces by a copper rod as thick as a bowl.
However, what surprised them was that Iron Wolf suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood in the air, his eyes were red, roared, and fell heavily.
Keng!
The bronze rod stands in front of the Taoist.
"Roar." Iron Wolf stood up twitchingly, a pair of iron claws clawing at the flesh and blood of his neck.
He spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
After two breaths, there was still blood foam at the corner of his mouth, but there was no life left.
Kill the monster invisible.
There were no swords, swords, shadows, and no magic seals. It was like an iron wolf suddenly died here.
This move really frightened the demons and ghosts and stood still, as if there were roots under their feet. When they saw the Taoist's gaze coming towards them, they couldn't help but feel fear in their hearts. They didn't dare to meet the Taoist's eyes, and they all looked at each other.
past.
The big leader did not look at Tielang's body, but looked directly at the Taoist and praised: "What a secret method!"
Tu Shanjun was not complacent, he just nodded lightly.
Of course it's a good secret method, otherwise, why would he go through so much trouble to upgrade the Yin Ghost who has perfected Qi to the foundation building realm.
The change in cultivation, coupled with his understanding of this technique, killing a demon wolf in the late stage of Qi training is nothing to be proud of.
The big leader's face was not very good-looking, because he had already seen that the Taoist in front of him was standing here, simply using them to hone his skills.
The magic seal is not a seal. The mana surges and the formula can be used to perform it completely.
The spell seals that match the cultivation level are also extremely difficult for monks, otherwise the monks may not be able to understand all kinds of spells through practice.
If you don't have a certain level of proficiency, you can't use it. If you can't use it proficiently, you'll be at a disadvantage in the fight.
Different understandings of the technique will produce different results. The deeper the understanding, the technique can even be formed as soon as the consciousness moves.
Not only can he be one step ahead of others, but he can also fight quietly.
…
"Exit!" the big leader said solemnly.
The ghosts and monsters were in an uproar, but they still wanted to withdraw first according to the big leader's wishes.
"You finally saw it." The red-haired Taoist sighed with regret.
The big leader has regained his composure: "It's too late, I should have understood earlier, otherwise Iron Wolf would not have died."
He did see the problem with the formation.
In fact, this formation does not have any killing intent, nor does it have a dangerous aura. It seems to be just an ordinary concealment formation.
He didn't understand until Tie Lang took action just now and died at the hands of the red-haired Taoist.
There is indeed no murderous intention.
Because the murderous intention comes from their hearts.
Only when murderous intent arose in his heart did he truly realize how terrifying this array was.
The fluttering beak was about to fly out of the valley and lake when it thumped in the air.
His body couldn't help but fall from the sky. He was less than a few feet away from the ground before he recovered and started to flap his wings again, but he no longer dared to be as impulsive as before.
Not only the bird monsters, but also the walking spirits felt like a wall of air appeared in front of them.
"What's going on? We can't get out?"
"It's a magic circle!"
"The shield of the formation."
"..."
"The big boss will lead us to break the formation, but we should kill him first." The long beak dropped, and the wings on his back contracted.
The young man in colorful clothes took a step forward and said, "Just kill him. No matter how much preparation he has made in advance, he will only be in the realm of foundation building."
"Bata."
The old man holding a pipe also agreed with this view.
Didn't they gather here just to kill the monks and Taoists? They were already approaching, and they shouldn't retreat.
Tu Shanjun laughed, raised his palm, and the hidden large magic shield appeared, and said: "The way you dress reminds me of a fellow countryman. I wonder if you have seen him."
"His name is 'Big Head', he is a ghost with one horn and a head as big as a bucket."
The young man's expression flickered, the old pipe-smoking man narrowed his eyes, and the other foundation-building ghosts also did not answer.
"It seems that you should know him. Even if you don't know him, you have definitely heard of him."
"Let me tell you, he will never remain unknown." Tu Shanjun smiled happily. This is the best news he has received in a long time. This also shows that Da Tou must have been active in the Netherland. Even if he did not stay for a long time, he would definitely
Left a trace.
"Stop talking nonsense and suffer death!"
The devil hissed.
Although they didn't meet for a long time, for the impatient monster, it would be better to do it quickly.
All of a sudden, four foundation-building demons and ghosts took action at the same time.
The poisonous insects quickly pounced on Tushanjun.
The folding fan in the hand of the young man in Chinese clothing turned into a bone sword, and the technique took shape. In front of his eyes, there appeared a sky full of light and shadow, which looked very tiny from a distance. In fact, the sword energy intertwined into a shooting star.
After careful observation, I discovered that it was not a meteor nor a firefly, but fragments of sword light.
The badger turned into a shadow while running, blocking Tushanjun's retreat, and attacked the red-haired Taoist at an extremely tricky angle.
Just when Tu Shanjun was about to move, he discovered that threads appeared on his body. The transparent threads were like thin smoke. They looked like substance, but they had no substance. Even if they stretched out their hands to grab it, they could only pass through the smoke.
He had no intention of hiding and seemed to be waiting for death.
The big leader in deep thought suddenly widened his eyes and shouted: "You can't kill him!"
"boom!"
This chapter has been completed!