"How...this...is possible?"

Mr. Fu was dumbfounded again. You said the injury was healed. I accepted it. My strength has improved. I gritted my teeth and said no more. But why can you ignore my magical powers?

Why, are you really not a human being?

This magical power of his has never failed, and even a master would not dare to take advantage of it.

But this time, I missed it. What happened?

Ye Qing raised his lips and smiled. Are you stupid? Didn't you know that I have the black and yellow energy to suppress luck?

When the word "Fu" fell down, he felt a smell similar to the bad luck incense, but it was more weird and terrifying than the bad luck incense.

In the past, he would have avoided it, but now, he could turn a blind eye.

The Xuanhuang Qi is born from the Xuanhuang mother Qi, which is the Qi of merit and virtue, carries great virtues, and has the ability to suppress luck.

Of course, Xuanhuang Qi is not Xuanhuang mother Qi after all. If the quantity is limited, the effect will not be obvious. This is also the reason why the bad luck fragrance can affect Sun Xuanzhen, Yue Juejiang and Huo Linglong. If it takes a few days, the bad luck fragrance will

It might not work for them.

It's different for him. After he cooperates with Huo Linglong to plot against Sun Xuanzhen and Yue Juejiang, all the Xuanhuang Qi will belong to him alone, and he will naturally be able to create something powerful.

In nine days, he refined a total of more than 20 strands of Xuanhuang Qi. Of course, the amount of Xuanhuang Qi he collected was far more than 20 strands, but he could not refine that much for the time being, and most of it was temporarily stored in the Xuanhuang Qi Gourd.

, and then slowly refine it when you have time in the future.

But more than twenty wisps of Xuanhuang Qi not only made the "Hybrid Demonic Ape Body Training Sutra" almost complete, and his body reached the power of Nine Dragon Elephants, which is comparable to the warriors of the late Tongxuan period, but the large number of Xuanhuang Qi also made him

Your body has the ability to suppress your own luck, and will not be invaded by external evils, free from all evils, and have long-lasting good fortune.

Therefore, he can ignore the other party's magical power that destroys his luck.

"boom"

There was a soft sound, and the mountains seemed to tremble. Ye Qing rushed out, and while Fu Gong was distracted, he grabbed the opponent's head.

"I don't believe you are really not afraid of anything!"

Looking at Ye Qing's fallen palm, a sly and sneer flashed in Duke Fu's eyes.

Immediately, a piece of white paper slipped out of Duke Fu's sleeve. On the white paper, there was a drawing of a man holding a long sword.

The people in the painting are crooked and the painting is rough and simple, like a child's graffiti.

But after the white paper appeared, the man holding the sword on the paper seemed to come to life. He stood up on the white paper and held a sword flower.

The next moment, the man holding the sword raised his head and looked at Ye Qing in the sky. The ink sword was hanging down, facing Yuan Ting and the mountains. With one move of the sword, it was like breaking through the blue sky.

In an instant, a black sword light pierced the sky and swept across the world. The sky within a radius of dozens of feet was filled with sword energy.

A sword rises from the paper, and the sky and the earth are filled with oceans. This is the man on the paper who is a crafty weapon.

The figure on the paper, the Artifact of Impermanence, was casually scribbled by Monk Swordsman, a strong swordsman in the world, because it contained a wisp of Sword Intent from Monk Swordsman. The sword's intention was mysterious and spiritual, and turned into an Artifact of Impermanence.

Although there is a word for monk in the name of Mo Sword Monk, he is not a benevolent person. He is both good and evil. His swordsmanship is particularly focused on killing, and his sword intention is fierce.

Therefore, the Man on Paper is an extremely terrifying killing weapon. When it comes to offensive power, it is the best even among the impermanent weapons.

The sword strikes instantly, and is as powerful as a full-strength strike from a half-step master warrior. It is terrifyingly powerful.

Of course, the paper man also has certain flaws, that is, he can only use it once a month and can only use one sword at a time.

One sword determines victory or defeat, one sword determines life and death.

There are very few things that allow him to use paper people, but whenever he uses paper people, there is no problem that he cannot solve.

Because no one can block the sword of the man on paper.

There is nothing that a person on paper cannot solve with a sword.

He believed that Ye Qing could not do it either.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded again.

I saw two fists covered with black fur, one high and one low, beating down from the air one after the other. It was like an immortal using the earth as a drum and his fists as hammers to beat the big drum of heaven and earth.

The first punch shattered the black sword light that cut through the sky and the earth.

The second punch shattered the endless ocean of sword energy.

"Snapped……"

Then, the dumbfounded Mr. Fu watched helplessly as a demonic ape fell from the sky, and its palm as big as a cattail leaf landed on the top of his head with a soft sound.

Fugong's body trembled, and his waist sank into the ground.

Naturally, Fugong was unwilling to surrender. The moment he submerged into the ground, he was ready to fight to the death. But as soon as he moved, he felt pain all over his body and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"You destroyed me?!"

Fugong's eyes were blank, and when he looked inward, he saw that the sea of ​​consciousness was broken, the Yin spirit was injured, the muscles and bones in the body, the meridians were broken, and the Gang Qi collapsed, and he was already a disabled person.

"It's obvious."

Ye Qing pressed Fu Gong's head and smiled, but when it fell on the ape's face, it turned out to be ferocious and terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that Ye Qing's body is covered with criss-cross sword marks that can be seen deep in the bones.

But in Fugong's eyes, those wounds that could kill someone were slowly squirming, countless granules growing, connecting, and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Later, Ye Qing's body slowly shrank and he regained his body, and all the injuries on his body were healed.

"You said I can't beat you to death?"

Mr. Fu was silent and didn't know what to say.

He didn't understand why a simple thing ended up like this?

Are you underestimating the enemy?

Are you careless?

It doesn't seem to be the case. In short, it's not that I'm too weak, but that my enemy is too perverted.

"Can you tell me now, who are you, and who sent you to kill me?" Ye Qing knelt down and looked at Duke Fu.

Duke Fu was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled: "Ye Qing, you don't know who you have offended, you are dead."

"Sir, you will definitely avenge me!"

At the same time, a terrifying aura overflowed from Fugong's body.

"It's quite heartfelt to self-destruct the Yin Shen."

Ye Qing sneered, and the five fingers that were placed on Fu Gong's head were raised and lowered one by one.

"The magic method of restraining the soul of the free demon"

As the five fingers fell one after another, Mr. Fu's eyes gradually became confused, his consciousness fell into chaos, and the aura of terror that filled his body slowly disappeared.

Fugong was in the late stage of Tongxuan and had gathered the Yin God. With his mental power, it was really difficult to restrain the opponent's Yin God.

But his previous palm directly severely damaged Fu Gong's Yin Shen, so he could control the opponent easily.

Of course, this was also his intention.

"Mist Demon, control him and make him recognize me as my master."

Ye Qing summoned the Fog Demon. The Fog Demon originally suffered heavy injuries because he blocked Zhou Hengshan's sword for him. Fortunately, the Xuanhuang Qi also helped the Fog Demon recover to a certain extent, and he did not lack Xuanhuang Qi. With sufficient Xuanhuang Qi,

Under the nourishment of Qi, the Fog Demon has recovered, and as a blessing in disguise, his strength has improved to a certain extent.

"Why don't you kill him?" The Fog Demon asked after he appeared.

"Can't kill." Ye Qing shook his head: "First, I need to ask him who framed me."

"Secondly, if I kill him, the people behind him will definitely know that I am not dead, and they will never let me go."

"And now, I'm afraid I'm not their opponent."

"So, instead of killing him, it is better to keep him for my use and let him go back and tell the people behind the scenes that I am dead. This will not only save me from worries, but also leave a chess piece beside the opponent to monitor the opponent.

"

"Know yourself and the enemy, and you will be able to fight a hundred battles without danger!"

From the beginning, he had no intention of killing Mr. Fu. He could only kill people for temporary quickness, but what he wanted was not temporary quickness.

What he wants is blood debt to be repaid with blood.

He said he wanted revenge.
Chapter completed!