After listening to Fang Xiaoyu's words, Beipohai laughed proudly.
"That's right, I can't sense you, but I have a magic weapon and the blessing of the power of the soul. The statue I worship is an ancestral soul that has been worshiped for hundreds of years. With the power of its spiritual thoughts, I not only
It can destroy your ability to predict, and it can also use mental power to hurt you, giving you headaches and heartache. Haha! Go to hell, kid!"
Bei Pohai smiled and slashed down with a "hula" sound with his wooden sword.
"Ah!" Fang Xiaoyu felt a huge pain in his head. However, he soon recovered. A smile flashed across his face and he said: "Old man, if you want to fight me, you still have a little bit to lose. In this world, it's not like that.
Only you have the magic weapon. Go to hell!"
Fang Xiaoyu knew that Bei Pohai's sword attack on him in his mind just now was just the power of a curse.
Now he is already using his spiritual thoughts to fight Beipo Hai.
Of course, it was far from enough for him and Beipo Hai to fight each other thousands of miles apart.
But two strong men can fight with each other in their spiritual thoughts with the blessing of magic weapons and divine soul power.
Fang Xiaoyu could see Bei Pohai's face, which showed that his spiritual power was slightly better, but the other party was blessed by the power of the witch ancestor, which would have great destructive power on his spiritual power.
It is precisely because of this that my sixth sense did not sense that Leng Yun would be injured last night, and the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead Chain failed to sense the existence of danger. This shows the powerful spiritual power of the wooden statue in front of Beipo Sea.
The witch ancestor who has enjoyed hundreds of years of tribute cannot be destroyed by ordinary magic weapons. Even the nine-eyed dzi bead chain in Fang Xiaoyu's hand cannot defeat it.
Fang Xiaoyu was in Beipohai's thoughts, and after being struck by the wooden sword, he obviously felt a headache.
He couldn't just let it go. No matter what, he had to fight this old guy today, preferably until he vomited blood. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to live quietly this year.
Thinking of this, Fang Xiaoyu held his breath and tried his best to prevent the other party from sensing his soul aura.
As the saying goes, if a person can no longer feel the breath of life, the other party will naturally not be able to sense Fang Xiaoyu's existence.
Unless, his spiritual power can be powerful enough to appear in front of Fang Xiaoyu immediately. A person who can possess such spiritual power is no longer a human, but a god.
After Fang Xiaoyu held his breath, Beipohai was unable to sense his presence even with the blessing of the century-old witch ancestor's power.
Suddenly, I couldn't help but go crazy.
The old guy waved the wood in his hand and hacked at everything in the room.
"Boy, come out here. Don't think I can't feel your presence. I know you must be hiding. Once you enter the search range of our ancestor's soul, no matter how strong your spiritual power is, you will not be able to get out of this room.
Prepare to die! I'll chop, I'll chop!" Bei Pohai screamed wildly while slashing with his wooden sword.
Fang Xiaoyu saw Bei Pohai's anxious look in his thoughts, and was secretly happy.
At the same time, he was thinking about ways to deal with it.
After thinking for a moment, Fang Xiaoyu's face showed a smile.
He smiled and waved to Yao Qian beside him and said, "My dear, come here."
"Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?" Yao Qian looked at Fang Xiaoyu in surprise, not knowing what happened.
"Come, let me hold you. Give me the palm of your hand." Fang Xiaoyu smiled, hugged Yao Qian, and sat down on the stone beside her.
"Okay!" Yao Qian nodded obediently and sat down on Fang Xiaoyu's lap.
Fang Xiaoyu hugged his woman while using his mental power to try to sense the existence of Beipo Hai.
At the same time, one of his hands was placed on the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead Chain.
He borrowed a ray of phoenix energy from Yao Qian and the spiritual blessing of the Nine-Eyed Dzi Bead Chain.
Suddenly, the thought power in his mind became extremely powerful.
Thousands of miles away in Beipohai, he could clearly feel the presence of hostility in a certain corner. This was the induction he had after being blessed by the power of the witch ancestor.
"Okay, boy, I finally feel your presence." Bei Pohai laughed wildly with pride: "It's already now, and you still have a woman by your side. Don't you know that when doing things, you bring a woman with you?
Are women the biggest taboo? Go to hell! Haha!"
After Bei Pohai said this, he raised the wooden sword in his hand and struck a vase in the corner.
Seeing this, Fang Xiaoyu felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart. With a flick of his mind, Bei Po Hai's body staggered, and then he heard a scream of "Ah", and Bei Po Hai turned his head towards that one.
The tall vase was knocked down.
"Ouch!"
Bei Pohai's head hit the vase and broke it, causing blood to flow profusely.
"Ah...it hurts me to death." Beipo Hai cried out. At this time, a woman in kimono pushed open the sliding door and rushed in. She immediately held Bei Po Hai with her hands and panicked.
He shouted: "Mr. Bei Pohai, what's wrong with you?"
"Go to hell!" Fang Xiaoyu drank hard and flicked his fingers again. The figure in his mind immediately burst like a bubble. He only heard Beipo Hai in his thoughts shout loudly: "Impossible! You can't fight.
Beat me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he saw this old guy swaying and falling on top again.
Disturbed by his mental power, he hit the wall again, bleeding even more violently than before.
After being injured, Bei Pohai angrily yelled at the kimonoed woman beside him: "Get out of here, because your appearance has destroyed my spiritual power. Women are bad at it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Beipohai in Fang Xiaoyu's mind was covered in blood and flesh, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.
"Done!"
Fang Xiaoyu collected his thoughts and took a deep breath.
Just now, after a confrontation with Bei Po Hai using their spiritual consciousness, he obviously felt a little exhausted. Although the last roar shattered his thoughts and caused mental damage to Bei Po Hai, but
He himself was very tired.
Think about it, Beipo Hai, thousands of miles away, bumped his head twice after being disturbed by him. Although Fang Xiaoyu was tired at the moment, he was happy in his heart.
Yao Qian in her arms couldn't understand what was going on, so she asked Fang Xiaoyu curiously: "Xiaoyu, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing?" Fang Xiaoyu hugged the beauty in his arms, gently squeezed her waist with his hands, and said with a smile: "I want to reward my beauty. If it weren't for you just now, I would definitely not be able to fight against that old lady.
Come here, let me feel some pain."
After saying that, he kissed Yao Qian on the cheek.
"Disgusting! Here we go again." Yao Qian twisted slightly.
The two were making out when they suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind, and then they heard someone chanting a Buddhist name.
"Amitabha!"
Fang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Miaoyu hurriedly walking down the mountain holding a basket. (To be continued)