Are these bones softened by wealth and gentleness?
Feng Zhou sneered, stepped forward, and shouted: "You pretend to be powerful and use your power to bully others. Do you think you are guilty?"
"I know my sin! I know my sin! My disciple knows my sin!" Wu Yan'alin made a fuss.
Feng Zhou stretched out his left hand and used the Dragon Capturing and Crane Controlling Technique. In an instant, he sucked the purple gourd into his hand, sealed his mouth, and shouted: "This poor man has stolen your magic weapon and destroyed your magic circle. Are you convinced?"
"Disciple, I am convinced with all my heart, and I am convinced with my whole heart." Wu Yan'alin cried out miserably with his head bleeding.
He kowtows desperately and never raises his head, just because she knows that the infinite resentment and resentment in her eyes is revealed. At the same time, she deeply understands the strength of the other party and knows that she is unable to fight against him now.
He made up his mind to surrender to this little Taoist priest even if he was thrown to the ground now. After all, he was only twenty years old. Being held by a great elder, he would soon be in a state of ecstasy and not knowing whether to live or die. Then he would kill him.
, will definitely be able to kill this little Taoist priest.
"If this little Taoist priest stops now and lets me go, I will let you live for a few more days. If you want to kill me now, I will have no choice but to use the Life-Saving Dzi Bead."
Thinking of this, while Wu Yan'alin was kowtowing, his right hand was ready to pick off the life-saving magic weapon on his wrist.
How did he know that Feng Zhou seemed to be only twenty years old, but he was actually an old goblin who had lived for hundreds of years. How could his little pretense be hidden from Feng Zhou's eyes?
Feng Zhou took a step forward, turned his eyes, and saw Wuyan Alin quietly picking up a string of dzi beads on his wrist.
Each dzi bead is sparkling and translucent, and there is a protective spell from the eminent monk on it, which is enough to resist the attack of swords and guns.
"If what I expected is correct, it is a protective magic weapon cast by a virtuous eminent monk using Buddhist secret mantras. When faced with a crisis, it can explode and emit protective golden light, resisting the enemy's powerful attack, and even having enough energy to counterattack.
.From this point of view, the black witch sect’s own foundation cannot succeed after all, and it has to rely on the help of Buddhism.”
Thinking of this, Feng Zhou glanced at Pang Yong, who still looked dull, and sneered: "Since you are convinced, then go to hell!"
After saying that, he held the thunder in his hand and waved it suddenly!
"Boom!"
A bolt of thunder and lightning snaked like a long dragon, making a crackling sound, and attacked Wu Yan'alin.
"Why are you still..."
Wu Yan'alin was horrified, but his hand movements were not slow. He stretched out his hand and already grasped a dzi bead.
The bead exploded suddenly, and countless golden charms flew in the air, and finally condensed into a layer of Buddha light in the void. Faintly, there was a young bald monk sitting with his hands folded in the Buddha light.
Feng Zhou's thunder and lightning hit the Buddha's light, and there was an explosion. The thunder and lightning disappeared, and the Buddha's light also disappeared, and they died together.
"Only this can stop me?"
Feng Zhou laughed, raised his bronze dagger in his hand, and slashed in the air, killing him in the air.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
But after such a delay, Wu Yan'alin took off the string of Dzi beads and threw them suddenly. The crystal clear Dzi beads, faintly showing the Buddha's light, suddenly exploded and turned into a nine-sided golden light barrier, invisible but
Visible Qi barriers, above these nine Qi barriers, there is a young monk on each level. The nine levels combine to form a great monk of light and shadow. He opened his eyes and stood up, bowed his head to Feng Zhou and put his palms together: "Donor,
please stop!"
It turns out that this string of Dzi beads was a gift from the divine monk Yuan Xing of Tuoshan Temple in Zhongjingtan. There are fifteen Dzi beads in total, and each one has been sealed with a protective spell by Master Yuan Xing, which is enough to block the attacks of swords and guns.
In the past two years, five of them have been used by Wu Yan'alin. This time all ten exploded. Although the power was huge, it also meant that he no longer had any protective magic weapon.
Feng Zhou frowned and let out another thunder.
"Boom!"
Thunder and lightning struck the nine-layer light screen like a sword, but there was no reaction at all.
This Buddhist defense treasure can actually have such wonderful uses.
Feng Zhou stood with his hands behind his hands, a smile appearing on his lips: "Do you think you are safe?"
"Little Taoist priest, when I return to the north, I will definitely report it to the leader. When the time comes, all the masters of the Black Witch Cult will come out and we will definitely join forces to kill you!" Wu Yan'alin sighed with relief when he saw that Feng Zhou could not attack.
As he spoke, a trace of resentment flashed in his eyes.
As a member of the royal family and the great elder of the Black Witch Cult, when had he ever received such resentment?
Even the Emperor of Jin could not just kill him just because he wanted to.
"Haha, if I want you to die, there is no need for me to do it myself."
Feng Zhou ignored the great monk who appeared on the air barrier, looked directly at Wu Yan'alin who was hiding inside the barrier, and laughed.
Wu Yan'alin showed a proud look in his eyes and said with a smile: "My Dharma Protector Dzi Bead can be enough for you for half an hour. Even if your magic power reaches the sky, you can't even think of hurting a finger of mine...ah!"
He suddenly screamed and lowered his head in disbelief, only to see the tip of a sword piercing his heart and protruding from the front.
Look at the tip of the sword, it's as winding as a snake, like gold or iron, but it's so sharp that it can easily pierce your body and your heart.
In an instant, in addition to the incomparable pain, Wu Yan'alin could clearly feel that his magic power was flowing away like a flood. He was horrified and screamed desperately, but he could not say a word.
At this moment, his mana had been exhausted and he relied on those ten Dzi beads to save his life, but who would have thought that someone would pierce his heart with a sword from behind him.
He is a human being, not a god.
Being stabbed through the heart will result in death.
But Feng Zhou himself stood outside the barrier, with only the puppet Pang Yong beside him.
Wu Yan'alin turned around in disbelief, and saw Pang Yong fiercely pulling out a strange sword. His eyes were clear and translucent, and there was no trace of sluggishness at all!
"Someone cracked my big puppet technique. How is this possible? When did he do it?"
Wu Yan'alin was speechless and could only look at Pang Yong, his eyes filled with unblinking eyes.
Pang Yong snorted coldly and said: "I have woken up, but you never know what's going on!"
After saying that, he raised the strange sword in his hand, slashed with his hand, and cut off Wu Yan'alin's head.
Wu Yan'alin's eyes widened, and there was still disbelief in his eyes.
He is the great elder of the Black Witch Cult, with profound magical powers. He can control the minds of living people with the "Great Puppet Technique", and can also activate his bones, skin and flesh, making them as iron as steel, forever under his command.
Moreover, the Black Witch Cult is very powerful. Although its number is currently relatively small, it has close ties with the royal family and is closely related to several Buddhist temples, Taoist temples, and shamanism in the north.
What's more, when he walks on the territory of the Song Kingdom, which is a vassal of the Jin Kingdom, he should be able to do so unimpeded.
But he didn't expect that Feng Zhou would directly destroy everything for him.
Not only did he crack his magic power, but he also arranged a secret hand. At what time did he resolve the "big puppet technique" he had imposed on Pang Yong, turning him into Yaoli, the assassin who assassinated Qingji?
All this happened so fast that the mighty elder Wu Yan'alin didn't have time to react before he was killed by Pang Yong.
At this time, Feng Zhou looked at the monk in the light screen and said with a smile: "Master, even if you stop me for half an hour, can you protect Wuyan Alin?"
The monk's eyes dimmed and he whispered: "Amitabha." Then he disappeared and the nine-layer light screen slowly disappeared.
"The great elder of the Black Witch Cult was killed so easily?"
He Shilie Hu La stared at all this with a look of disbelief.
Bai Niangzi and Xiao Qing also looked surprised and did not react for a moment.
When the nine barriers appeared, Feng Zhou didn't even fire a single blow. They thought Wu Yan'alin could save his life, but in the blink of an eye, it was Pang Yong, the puppet behind him, who took out a weapon from his arms.
He stabbed Wu Yan'alin to death from behind with a strange sword.
When did he free Pang Yong from being controlled?
When did Pang Yong get such a strange sword?
Because the golden sword has a strange shape, the sword body looks like a coiled snake. The snake head forms the tip of the sword, the tail is hidden in the hilt, and you can tell at a glance that it is not an ordinary sword, and it cannot be controlled by a puppet.
White Snake's heart was extremely shocked at this moment.
This is not a little Taoist priest. He is clearly a demon king. He has a deep scheming mind and a weak line. I don’t care who the other person is or how powerful his magic power is. It doesn’t matter how big your background is. As long as you mess with him,
Must be killed.
Pang Yong strode over, held the sword in both hands, handed it to Feng Zhou, knelt on the ground on one knee, and shouted: "Pang Yong got help from a real person today. He can see the light of day again and escape from the devil's cave. It is a great kindness that will never be forgotten."
"This young Taoist priest will definitely be powerful in the world in the future."
The white lady looked at him deeply, then turned to look at Xiaoqing.
At this time, Xiao Qing had a gentle face, and her eyes were as bright as water as she looked at Feng Zhou, full of admiration.