Chapter 951 Set up a stage to watch a play, who is the actor?
"What the hell are you!"
Yasha Dharmakaya was about to curse in his heart and wanted to fly away in an instant. However, is it possible to escape from Yang Fan?
As soon as the gigantic Buddha moved, the ground cracked and a mountain collapsed.
Bang! www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
Yaksha Dharmakaya wanted to run away, but as soon as he retreated a certain distance, he was pressed hard by Yang Fan's two hands and caught back. The tyrannical force squeezed his body, and he felt that his Dharma Body was about to be crushed.
.
"No!"
Yaksha Dharmakaya screamed, and his whole body was hit hard!
Rumble.
A big hole was made in the ground!
Bang bang bang bang.
Yang Fan jumped up and punched and kicked him. It must be said that the Dharmakaya was really hard. His punches and kicks were like hitting an iron wall.
The efficiency of fists and kicks is really too low.
Although it can destroy the opponent, it is undoubtedly too time-consuming.
With a thought in Yang Fan's mind, the lightless sword tied to his leg appeared in his hand like a black lightning bolt, and he picked up the toothpick-sized sword.
Puff puff.
When he came up, he gave me a poke.
A huge hole was directly poked out of Yasha's Dharmakaya. Now the opponent was finally afraid. He thought that with this Dharmakaya, the opponent could suppress him but not hurt him.
But now that he was fine, his Dharmakaya was broken, and his situation immediately became dangerous.
"Sir, please spare my life..."
"Get out of this turtle shell first!"
Yang Fan's big hand grabbed it from the wound of the dharma body, and the fiery energy and blood were like fire, and he actually grabbed the opponent's soul out.
"ah!"
The opponent kept screaming and was burned by blood and energy, revealing his true form.
He looked like a Taoist, with a thin and dry body, a pair of triangular eyes, a mustache, and a cunning look on his face.
"Sir, spare my life, if I keep burning like this, I'm going to die!"
He screamed in Yang Fan's hands.
"snort."
Yang Fan snorted coldly, and squeezed the opponent's soul hard with his hand, instantly crushing the opponent's soul. Then the collapsed soul gathered again, and the whole thing became transparent.
Three times in a row, Yang Fan stopped when he saw that this Taoist was almost breathing his last breath.
"Remove your connection with this Yaksha Dharmakaya!"
He ordered directly.
The Taoist didn't dare to struggle, for fear that Yang Fan would crush his soul again, and then he would really be out of his mind.
With the idea of "it is better to die than to live in vain", he simply terminated the connection with Yaksha Dharmakaya.
Soon, the Yaksha Dharmakaya in the pit on the ground showed its original shape. It looked only the size of a palm, but it was heavy in weight. Unfortunately, it was full of holes and looked in tatters.
Yang Fan stretched out his hand and the Yaksha Dharmakaya fell into the money bag.
The harvest is more or less calculated as pieces.
Even if it’s just to compensate for the clothes I wore out due to my transformation.
The Taoist watched eagerly as Yang Fan took away his Yaksha Dharmakaya, and asked cautiously: "Sir, can you let me return to my physical body? Otherwise, this little soul may be scattered..."
After being squeezed violently by Yang Fan continuously, his soul was almost transparent now. If he didn't return to his body, he would be completely destroyed.
"Wow."
Yang Fan took a look at the extent of the disintegration of his soul, and grabbed a body from the small building next to him. It was indeed similar to the soul, and even uglier.
Apparently, he beautified himself a little during his out-of-body experience.
Unfortunately, he still looks cunning.
"Go ahead."
With Yang Fan's permission, he suddenly returned to his physical body. Unprecedented fatigue suddenly hit him, but after all, his soul had the support of his physical body, so at least it would not be finished.
Just when he was about to open his eyes, he was punched hard on the back of his head and passed out completely.
A punch from the physical Buddha.
He was lucky that his head was not smashed.
Yang Fan was also quite satisfied with his blow, and he directly recovered his body. The burst of just one minute consumed a lot of his energy and blood, but the results were remarkable.
Not only did he destroy the opponent's body, he also captured the opponent's soul.
The key is to be fast and quiet.
Yang Fan picked up the unconscious Taoist, jumped on his horse, went directly to the river, found a room and entered.
boom.
He threw the unconscious Taoist to the ground and put a basin of water directly on his head.
The Taoist stirred up his energy and woke up again.
He felt as if his head was cracked, and he had double visions when he looked at people. It took him a while to get better, but when he looked at the cold-faced Yang Fan in front of him, he immediately became well-behaved.
"Tell me, who are you? You should know my identity, and you should also know what I want to know! I advise you to tell the truth immediately, otherwise, you will not be able to get out of your body at this moment, and I can easily crush you into a Crushed."
Yang Fan said coldly.
"Replying to your lord, my name is Lin Andrew. I am a Taoist monk with no family or sect."
The Taoist obviously knew his situation. He laughed dryly and said quite bachelorly: "When I was passing by this place, I noticed a lot of corpses in the town, and there happened to be a group of Dongchang gelded dogs. Ahem, eunuchs I am investigating something, so that I have evil thoughts and want to feed Yaksha Dharmakaya..."
He explained the matter over and over like he was pouring beans into a bamboo tube.
However, Yang Fan frowned and said in a cold voice: "Rogue cultivator? If you were a casual cultivator, how could you refine such a Dharma Body! Furthermore, when would you not pass by here, but you happened to pass by here at this time! Could it be that you are here? Are you trying to trick me on purpose?"
Two stern looks flashed in his eyes.
It's quite a kind of cruelty that Guan Gong doesn't open his eyes, but opens his eyes and wants to kill someone!
Lin Android was used to cheating and cheating. Knowing that he had angered Yang Fan, he wished he could slap himself in the mouth and said quickly: "Sir, please calm down. I haven't finished speaking yet, I haven't finished speaking yet..."
"Because I am a casual cultivator, I have been stuck in the six times of fusion for so many years. But a few years ago, I met a Taoist friend by chance. He taught me the method of cultivating the Dharmakaya and helped me. I made the Yaksha Dharmakaya."
"This time he asked me to come to Yongfeng Town. Firstly, he wanted me to feed Yaksha Dharmakaya, and secondly, he wanted me to..."
He glanced at Yang Fan before continuing, "Let me take the opportunity to eliminate the Dongchang factory guards who came to investigate."
Yang Fan looked at him coldly: "It's really generous. He not only teaches you how to cultivate the Dharma Body, but also helps you build the Dharma Body. Is he your father?"
"Ahem, that's not true."
Lin Android laughed dryly.
Under Yang Fan's questioning, Lin Android gradually revealed the whole story. The person who taught him the method was none other than the Temple Master on Daqing Mountain.
Song Chenfeng, Taoist of Song Dynasty.
Including setting up formations, curbing the beliefs and fears of the people in villages and towns, and raising Wanbao Clam, he did not hold anything back and told them all.
"So, you are also involved in this massacre?"
Yang Fan's eyes were filled with cold stars.
"Sir, this is none of my business! I just took refuge with Taoist Song and helped him do odd jobs. This massacre in the town really has nothing to do with me!"
Lin Andrews was stimulated by this strong murderous intention and was so frightened that he shouted quickly: "Besides, even if we don't kill these people, they have already reached the point where their oil is exhausted because they support Wanbao Clam, and they won't survive for much longer."
!”
"You help the tyrants do evil, and you dare to make sophistry!"
Yang Fan pinched his neck and lifted him up in front of him. With a gloomy face and full of murderous intent, he said, "Do you think I can't see the blood and resentment of living beings stained on your Yaksha Dharma body?"
"Sir, I..."
boom.
He still wanted to argue, but Yang Fan was too lazy to listen and simply crushed his neck: "You can keep these words to tell the King of Hell in the underworld!"