Feng Shui Emperor

Chapter 365 Great Monk Zhikong

This kid obviously doesn't have any aura fluctuations on his body, so why can he understand the spells?

The two men in black were puzzled, but it was at this moment that Qin Feng spoke again to guide Zhang Zhenlin.

A series of sealing methods came from Qin Feng's mouth. Zhang Zhenlin didn't hesitate when he heard it. After the situation just now, he already knew that Qin Feng's is not easy.

And he has no better way to deal with the two men in black, so doing what Qin Feng said is also a way.

It is much easier to release spells than continuous control spells. Although Zhang Zhenlin has consumed a lot of mental power in his body before, such attack methods can still be used at present.

Fire knife, thunder, sound howl...

For a while, Zhang Zhenlin cast countless spells in his hands. Although they were only some small spells, the two men in black were still forced to be in a panic.

After all, the technique is not very good, and it will still take damage when hit on the body.

"Damn it, how many spells does this guy know?" The face of the man in black was full of anger in the mid-stage of Qi Guan. It was obvious that they were two people whose realm was lower than them, but now they had nothing to do.

Even being counter-repressed, this feeling is really aggrieved.

Zhang Zhenlin is also full of admiration for Qin Feng in his heart, so many spells can be used as usual, it is definitely not something that can be done overnight.

Even if he had learned spells in Longhu Mountain since he was a child, he could only remember three or four spells.

On the other hand, Qin Feng, he has spoken out no less than twenty kinds of spells.

Qin Feng didn't know that they would evaluate him like this in their hearts. If he knew, he would just shake his head in disdain.

Is that a lot?But it was only a drop in the bucket of what he knew, the techniques taught by the old man, the techniques learned by the Longmen School, and those from Zeng Guofan and the Emperor's Mind Technique.

To sum up, even Qin Feng himself doesn't know how many kinds of spells he knows, but at present, due to the constraints of his realm, he can only use some small spells.

However, as time went by, Zhang Zhenlin couldn't hold on any longer. After all, no matter how little mental power is consumed by small techniques, it is still a kind of consumption.

His face became paler and paler, and even his breathing became short of breath.

"My friend, I'm almost exhausted." Zhang Zhenlin said with difficulty.

The man in black at the side also noticed this, and the attack in his hand became even more fierce.

Qin Feng heard the words, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly: "That's enough, you just need to cast one more spell."

"Okay!" Zhang Zhenlin nodded, and if he used another one, he could barely support it, but he didn't know what Qin Feng meant when he said enough was enough.

The hand seal method is settled, and the last technique is an implicated thread.

There is no power at all, it can only restrain two men in black at most.

But it was such a simple technique, when Zhang Zhenlin threw it out, an incredible scene appeared.

The implicated line formed by the power of thought was completely spread out in the open space, and the traces formed by the previous spells were all drawn into place.

Impressively, the man in black was wrapped in a formation with various elements mixed in it, and an extreme danger was brewing rapidly.

"Damn it, when did he arrange the formation?" Seeing this, the man in black cursed.

Just when they wanted to withdraw from the formation, they found that they were bound by the implicated line, making it difficult to move.

And those elements in the middle of the formation have already begun to explode.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the mountain forest. Qin Feng had quick eyes and quick hands, and at the moment the formation broke out, he pulled Zhang Zhenlin and jumped down a nearby pothole.

When they showed their faces again, Zhang Zhenlin gasped at the scene in front of him.

I saw that the surrounding trees were all broken down the middle, and there was a pothole of four or five meters in the center of the formation.

As for the two men in black, where there is still a figure, I am afraid that even the scum is gone.

Zhang Zhenlin looked at Qin Feng, and swallowed hard: "My friend, you must have come here for the ancient tomb of the Great Monk Zhikong, right?"

"Great monk Zhikong?"

Qin Feng was puzzled, and then guessed that Longhushan and these men in black should be here for this.

"Probably." Qin Feng nodded, he didn't want to tell about Jiuyou Lei Xiaohua.

This kind of thing is too precious, if Zhang Zhenlin and the others know about it, it will inevitably arouse their covetousness.

"Sure enough." Zhang Zhenlin saw Qin Feng admit it, with an expression on his face that I already knew: "Let me just say, there are no tourist attractions here, how could an ordinary person appear here."

Because of this battle between the two of them, Zhang Zhenlin also relaxed his vigilance towards Qin Feng, and he didn't have much social experience.

Therefore, in a few words, I made the purpose of my business clear.

Qin Feng learned from him that the Great Monk Zhikong was not from Huaxia, but a priest who came to China from the Western Regions to preach in the Tang Dynasty.

His strength is unfathomable, but this person's preaching is rather strange. It's not a common way to open a forum to preach orally, but to smash people's signs to promote his fame.

At first, the Central Plains people didn't care much, but as he almost took down almost half of the martial arts families in the Tang Dynasty, they finally panicked and began to jointly block the Great Monk Zhikong.

After all, the Tang Dynasty at that time was the unique overlord in the world, how could it be trampled on at will.

In the end, the Great Monk Zhikong was stopped and completely crushed by a man of his age.

And because of this, Great Monk Zhikong stopped in his tracks because he was seriously injured.

However, he underestimated the person he had offended, and just as he was about to withdraw from the Central Plains, he was stopped.

Although he still escaped in the end, his injuries had reached the point of being irreparable, and he finally died in the Central Plains, that is, the area in southern Yunnan.

The reason why the great monk Zhikong swept away almost half of the martial arts families in the Tang Dynasty was because he had a tyrannical spiritual weapon in his hand, called the bloodthirsty lotus seat.

It is said to be an inheritance spirit weapon of the lineage of Buddhist precepts.

Therefore, Zhang Zhenlin and the others traveled here precisely for this treasure.

After hearing this, Qin Feng didn't have too many thoughts in his heart. He didn't come to South Yunnan this time for some bloodthirsty rosette. He just wanted to find Jiuyou Lei Xiaohua and complete his body fusion.

Otherwise, after more than 30 days, he can only become a ghost cultivator.

The two quickly repaired, and then began to return the same way.

On the way, they happened to meet Zhang Shufeng who was walking this way. At this time, Zhang Shufeng had lost the spirit of the fairy at the beginning, his hair was messy, his clothes were torn several times, and he looked quite embarrassed.

"Zhenlin, are you okay?" Zhang Shufeng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Zhenlin appear.

He walked this way just to look for Zhang Zhenlin.

(End of this chapter)