The sun and moon are in the palm of the hand, the universe is in the sleeve, and the Yin and Yang Bagua are clear about life and death.

So what if they are gods? Mortals can also compete with gods. Taking advantage of the time Gong Yangyi bought for himself, Yuan Yu calmly and quickly took advantage of the situation. He mobilized the energy of mountains, rivers and lakes with the help of ancient wells and old tree arches and other significant spiritual objects, and controlled Feng Shui with the compass in his palm.

Bureau, continuously building momentum.

A high-altitude view of the outside of the town.

It's as if a huge golden compass is adjusting in an orderly manner, causing changes in the surroundings.

The wind blows the lake waves, the waves hit the shore, and the weeping willows sway.

The blacksmith in the town was hammering farm tools. Suddenly, the flames of the stove exploded, the ancient well was filled with water vapor, the leaves of the thousand-year-old tree turned green, the rusty broken sword actually exuded a cold and sharp look, and the blurred handwriting on the mottled stone arch became increasingly clear.

clear.

I don’t know when the sun was obscured by dark clouds, and the black clouds were as thick as ink...

"Ram! Give me some time!"

Yuan Yu was calm and collected, not even raising his head.

The leading monk did not move. He only had one chance to make a comeback. If he failed, he would be caught like a dog. There was no room for mistakes.

If you had studied the secrets of Feng Shui seriously when you were young, why would you work so hard today?

The pressure on Gongyangdong increased sharply.

"I want time to talk to those arrogant guys!"

After destroying one opponent, there are three left.

The two young monks were stunned, while the other monk raised his thorn towards Gongyang Dong.

According to common sense, a crossbow can only hold one arrow, and the replacement speed is slow. Anyone with a little experience in martial arts knows to take the opportunity to get close and destroy the opponent. No matter how mysterious and powerful the crossbow arrow is, it still needs a chance to be effective.

Who knew that the crossbow of the carpenter genius Gong Yangyang could fire two shots in a row...

Pulling the trigger again, the young monk who rushed over stumbled and fell, with a crossbow arrow stuck in his leg.

Gong Yangji reached out to grab it and threw out some small and exquisite mechanisms. After leaving his hand, he flicked his wings as thin as cicada wings and turned into a group of sophisticated bamboo dragonflies. The bamboo dragonflies flew towards the two young monks who were obviously inexperienced, as sharp as knives.

The wings cut through clothes and scratched the skin.

The two of them screamed in pain.

Grab the mechanism crossbow with one hand and pull it gently, the mechanism clicks and the crossbow is loaded again!

The leading monk felt the blood rush to his forehead.

"Trash! Disgraceful!"

With a violent shock, the magic weapon sword on his back came out of its sheath with a clanging sound.

Even if he takes action in person, he still remains cautious and refuses to move forward into the Feng Shui Bureau. He chooses to use the Flying Sword to attack from a distance, which is conservative but safe.

"Death to the ant!"

Make a sword gesture with your hand, and point your index and middle fingers together to Gong Yang'an.

Even the most common sword-control skills in the spiritual world are not something that Gong Yangji can compete with. The moment he is locked by the flying sword, he feels an irresistible feeling of powerlessness, which is far beyond his own ability.

"Brother Yuan..."

"Give me a little more time!"

Yuan Yu was calm and focused on mobilizing Feng Shui.

"Hurry! Otherwise, Lao Huang will have to burn paper for us during the next Qingming Festival!"

He had to fight hard, gritted his teeth, grabbed the wooden box with the mysterious mechanism placed aside, and used the unique trick of pressing the bottom of the box.

The sound of dense machine gears was heard, and he turned around quickly.

At this moment, the flying sword flew with a sharp whistling sound, hitting Gongyang's chest right in the chest. The leading monk was very sure that the mortal ants could not avoid the flying sword and would definitely die. The difference in strength was definitely not something that could be solved by a few miraculous skills.

To be fair, this is the self-confidence of a monk.

Before Mirai could put on a sneer, the pierced figure lay down on the ground, revealing the kid behind him.

"This...puppet substitute?"

The monks did not expect that besides the Feng Shui master, there was also a rare craftsman.

Gongyang was so frightened that he gritted his teeth again and reached out to grab the wooden box behind him.

Open your arms and lean forward to assume a throwing position.

He touched the switch with his finger and threw the two delicate objects to both sides with force. The thrown things stretched their wings, head and tail feathers, and turned into two mechanical wooden eagles. Two sharp blades popped out from their abdomens, and the eagle eyes darkened.

Red, spread its wings and flap quickly to fly and shuttle!

The mechanical wooden eagle flew through the grass and picked up the dandelions, turning around and outflanking them with incredible agility!

Taking advantage of the surprise of several monks, Gong Yangguo grabbed a handful of dust from Yuan Yubu's pocket and sprinkled it on the flying sword that was stuck by the puppet. The flying sword, which was originally full of spiritual energy, was eclipsed.

He picked up the machine crossbow and smiled bitterly.

"Brother Yuan, what happens next is up to you."

The carpenter's skills are exhausted.

The leading monk opposite could no longer remember how many times he was furious.

Ever since I came to this small town, I've been hit hard one after another.

The younger disciple of the sect was beaten into a dog by two mortals. He attacked in anger and only destroyed a puppet. Now even the flying sword has been spiritually broken by mysterious means, and his high and aloof face has disappeared.

If you don't kill these two people today, you will become your own inner demon in the future.

Two mechanical wooden eagles swooped down, but they collided with the spell and exploded into pieces all over the sky, spreading a pungent stench.

"Asshole! I'm going to drive you two to pieces!"

With a wave of his hand, he summoned the swords of the two disciples beside him, and used the two flying swords to kill Gong Yangji.

When everyone thought that the carpenter was certain to die, Yuan He, who had been lowering his head, raised his head. The golden compass, which was invisible to the naked eye and covered a wide area, froze. Some kind of vague murderous intention enveloped the monks. The horses panicked and the monks felt as if they were in an ice cave.

The stone archway I saw became tall and majestic, and the old trees implied oppression!

"evildoer!"

The leading monk felt a kind of fear in his heart.

The two flying swords that were about to kill Gong Yangxi turned towards Yuan Yu.

Yuan Yu gritted his teeth and uttered one word.

"shock!"

It felt like the whole world shook and then didn't move, and the sky became darker...

Everything I saw in front of my eyes was a double image, the world was spinning, my whole body was limp and I couldn't lift my strength.

There was no visible spell attack, but the three souls, seven souls, and flesh and blood bodies were suddenly injured, causing a splitting headache. The low-level monks fainted immediately, and only the leading monk could still stay awake.

Gong Yangxi covered his ears and fell to the ground. He saw Yuan Xu shouting something to him, but he couldn't hear any sound. He vaguely seemed to see blood oozing from Yuan Xu's nostrils, his face, neck and hands were red, and there were many red blood spots on the surface of his skin.

Inducing feng shui hurts others and hurts yourself, and he is not easy either.

Although he couldn't understand what he was shouting, he could guess it. Gong Yangji groped around with his hands and found the mechanical crossbow that he had just dropped. He tried hard to lift it and slowly turned it towards the monk...

Before the machine crossbow could turn around, he saw his opponent standing up.

He looked miserable, with blood dripping from his eyes and ears, and his eyes were red like a wounded beast.

I couldn't hear what he was shouting, but he was probably cursing.

It was too late to use the mechanical crossbow. Unexpectedly, it failed in the end. There was no point in regretting that he was not good at studying. The mad monk took out two talismans with a ferocious look on his face. Judging from their appearance, they should be fire talismans. Maybe they would be burned in the end.

Black charcoal, if you are lucky, you can still leave a human form.

Suddenly, his eyes widened and almost bulged out, and he jumped up to four feet high.

It was as if a weasel had bitten his vitals...

I took advantage of the smell to cover up the yellow grass that suddenly came out, and succeeded in sneak attack. I hit it with one blow, and then crawled around on it, biting and scratching, avoiding my hands flexibly, and occasionally landed on the ground, jumped around in circles, and swung the ball. It was really smelly to be hit in the face.

It's pungent to the nose and eyes, and it can't catch the weasel spirit even if it roars repeatedly.

Finally, he went around and took another bite on the vital part, then turned around and sprayed poisonous gas on the face that was distorted by pain. He performed extremely skillful operations and managed to bring down the target with poisonous bites and fainted.

"Hahaha! I knew Lao Huang would definitely come back! Good brother!"

The miserable Gong Yangxi and Yuan Yu were lying on the ground, laughing and cheering.

Huang Cao stood up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"If I don't come back, you both will have to bury yourself here. I saved your lives. Please call me brother."

"Brother Huang abandoned his brothers and ran away alone. For the sake of regret, let it go. You have to treat me to a brothel~!"

Gong Yangxi grinned and joked, while Yuan Hui lay aside and giggled, watching the fun.

"Bah! I am a weasel, and you are just a white-eyed wolf."

When I looked up at the sky, I felt like it was going to rain.

As the saying goes, extreme happiness leads to sadness.

My nose suddenly smelled the smell of some kind of beast.

Huang Cao turned around stiffly and his shoulders slumped.

I saw two strong figures in mid-air, with auras more terrifying than the Mountain Forest Demon King.
Chapter completed!