The ghost chain kept squeaking in his hand. When Zhang Xuezhou felt it was getting harder and harder to control, he immediately stretched out his finger.
A mana was directed at the wolf demon, and the ghost chain followed.
"Is it wrong? You don't even have the cultivation level of the fourth realm?"
The ghost chain flew towards it, but as the wolf demon's fighting instinct turned its head to avoid it, the magic weapon chain passed by and fell to more than ten meters away.
Hearing the unwilling brittle sound of his hand bones, Buddha's face showed pain.
He was not affected by the pain of the broken hand, but Buddha's heart was as cold as ice.
The helper was finally called, and the helper finally got to work, but the helper was not very capable.
Hopes come again and again, bringing disappointment to the Buddha again and again.
This is really despair opening the door to despair, despair is at home.
There was no problem with Zhang Xuezhou's steps in manipulating the ghost chain. Zhang Xuezhou's timing of intervening in the battle was slightly later, but it was acceptable.
What really makes Buddha despair is the other party's cultivation level.
The fourth realm of Xiniuhezhou corresponds to the true spirit realm of Nanfanbuzhou.
At this level, practice and magic power are no longer confined to the physical body, but go out of the physical body, forming an extension of the casting distance.
This realm also brings the most commonly used abilities of monks.
Mana lock.
This is the most common ability among great practitioners. It is even so common that many great practitioners do not take it seriously, thinking that it is the most basic requirement for spell casters.
Just like a shooter needs to aim at a target, a sword must have a target to fall on to exert its power, and the same is true for spellcasting.
Only when their magic power is locked onto the opponent can their spells fall on the opponent.
There are also methods such as locking and reverse unlocking.
Not to mention many realm-related contents, Buddhists have only now discovered that Zhang Xuezhou's cultivation level has not actually entered the most basic mainstream ranks of magicians.
This made him desperate.
Without the ability to lock mana, spells, and magic weapons have no possibility of accurately casting spells remotely.
After tinkering for a long time, the magic weapon that Zhang Xuezhou had been concentrating on for a long time came to nothing.
Even if Fuzi had more wealth, he would not be able to let Zhang Xuezhou reach the standard in a short time, let alone allow him to have extremely high proficiency in control as soon as he reaches the fourth realm.
"I came to the East to seek opportunities, not to die..."
Buddha clenched his teeth tightly.
His mouth was bleeding, and he relied on his hands to resist the wolf demon, whose physical body was much higher.
"Supernatural power!"
A deep voice came from his throat, his forehead was bleeding, and his skin was cracked, as if something was about to come out of his head.
"destroy……"
In the unnatural explosion, Fozi's face turned red, blood flowed across his forehead, and a black core mixed with flesh and blood squirmed like an insect, constantly drilling out with all its strength.
At the same time, his skin was like a wetland that had been exposed to the sun and began to show dry cracks.
The blood gushing from his forehead fell down his face and splashed on the clothes on his chest.
The blood penetrated the monk's robe and soaked into the skin.
The instant contact between blood and skin caused blood to flow out from the cracks in his body instantly.
The always clean Buddha suddenly turned into a bloody man.
"die!"
Like an evil ghost in hell demanding life, Buddha let out a low and fierce cry.
The center of his forehead cracked, and a white light spurted out.
"Mr. Yan, help me!"
The outflow of white light did not shine out instantly like a ray of light, but slowly like a hand extending forward.
The feeling of fatal death surged into his heart, and the wolf demon Jiu Feng emerged from the demonic and bloodthirsty state of mind and confusion.
After revealing his true form, his wolf face showed fear like a human face, and then the demonic power in his body exploded and he began to cry out in despair.
A head with the same appearance as the wolf demon Jiu Feng emerged from the neck, and two wolf claws stretched out towards the white light.
With just the touch, Mr. Yan, who was called out by the wolf demon, also showed fear.
He watched helplessly as his claws turned into ashes and spread to his body.
This spread is like a lit gunpowder keg. Before the ashes fall to the ground, the dull explosion has already resounded through the wilderness of this remaining temple.
More than ten meters apart, Zhang Xuezhou felt the dragon-subduing stake he was stepping on shake, and then he fell crookedly.
Behind him, the burning temple could not withstand the impact of the explosion, and collapsed amidst the flames.
"Buddha?"
Countless dust mixed with ashes and embers of clothing rose up all over the sky, turning the area into a gray mess. Zhang Xuezhou had to flap his wings and move away.
He shouted.
There was no answering voice from the Buddha in the center of the field.
This forced Zhang Xuezhou to fly a little higher.
Fuzi's attitude towards him was reluctantly gentle. The masters who followed the eldest prince Yu Shan must have captured Wu Chao and others, and Zhang Xuezhou was among them.
There is no way the wolf demon is friendly to him.
Zhang Xuezhou was unable to determine the final result for the moment, so he had to maintain a safe distance again.
The feeling of fatigue caused by the lack of essence and blood in the body flooded into his heart, and Zhang Xuezhou could not help but cry out that he was unlucky.
He didn't accomplish anything, and his body paid the price.
This price made him very unhappy.
The thought of failing to help made him even more unhappy.
If he didn't help, he wouldn't be able to ask for reward from the Buddha. If he couldn't ask for reward, all his energy and blood would be wasted.
Zhang Xuezhou rarely used magic power. Whether it was a bag or Dong Zhongshu's magic weapon fan, many magic weapons were played with in his hands, and he never used such magic weapons that needed to fly out.
He aimed several times, but he didn't expect that the ghost chain would miss the moment it wrapped around the wolf demon's head.
"In the final analysis, you are still incapable of doing things. As long as you fix the wolf monster's head, can I still tie it up?"
Zhang Xuezhou thought about it and felt that he could give it a try.
Not to mention asking for the Buddha's treasure, he at least wanted to recover his body.
The flying dust in the sky dispersed with the wind after tens of seconds, revealing two blurry figures buried under the dust.
"All dead?"
Looking at a man and a wolf lying on the ground, Zhang Xuezhou flapped his wings vigorously and kept looking down while keeping his distance.
There are wolf corpses with missing heads, and there are also figures whose heads have been buried in the dust for a long time without moving.
There are only a few cultivators who can survive without their heads. Zhang Xuezhou can be sure that the former is most likely dead, but Zhang Xuezhou cannot be sure for the moment whether the latter is completely dead.
"Buddha?"
He shouted, but Buddha's body did not move at all.
When Zhang Xuezhou shouted a few more words, Buddha didn't respond.
This made him fold his wings and slowly fall down.
Fuzi liked to collect corpses, but now he was asked to collect corpses, which made Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh for a while.
There were many people dumping corpses in the wild. Zhang Xuezhou originally did not do such a good thing, but when Fozi mentioned that he was rich, Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was necessary to search him before throwing him into the flames.
He reached out and touched Buddha's body, and his hands were immediately covered with mud mixed with blood.
"It's so miserable," Zhang Xuezhou hissed, "You said it's so good if we just use our mouths, but we have to beat him to death!"
He touched Fozi's sleeve pocket with his hand, but found it empty, then turned to his waist and abdomen where the private objects were placed.
When he reached out and touched a purse, Zhang Xuezhou immediately stretched out his hand and pulled it.
But before the purse reached his hand, Zhang Xuezhou felt a hand like an iron claw grabbing his foot.
"save……"
The unconscious muttering came, accompanied by tremendous power.
Zhang Xuezhou felt that his feet were about to be pinched off.
"I can't save you. Let go now. If you don't let go, I'll kill you with a knife!"
Zhang Xuezhou's fingers were stained with saliva, and then he reached out and stroked repeatedly, and the deer-cutting knife in the bag was quickly taken out.
"Without my spell, you can't open my Little Universe Bag!"
Perhaps because he was dying and lacked strength, perhaps because he felt Zhang Xuezhou's pain, perhaps because he felt the threat of the deer knife, or perhaps because he knew what Zhang Xuezhou needed, Fozi murmured in a low voice and let go of his right hand holding Zhang Xuezhou's feet.
"Is this the Small Universe Bag?"
Zhang Xuezhou's deer-cutting knife did not strike at Fozi's released right hand. He raised the blade and the purse tied around Fozi's waist was immediately cut into the palm of his hand.
Looking at the ordinary purse and his old cloth bag, Zhang Xuezhou finally determined that this was indeed not a hidden treasure that he could open.