Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 332 Ambush

The lock bag was placed on the ground, and Song Laosan retreated a hundred steps away.

This was done firstly to reassure the black-faced monk, and secondly to cover up that his mana was restricted.

If the black-faced cultivator used the Qi Watching technique to observe carefully, he would find that Song Laosan's magic power was incomplete.

"By the way, what about that kid? How did you deal with him?"

The black-faced monk took a few steps forward, and suddenly raised his head to ask a question.

"Teach him a lesson, force him to undo the restraint, erase his consciousness and let him go."

"No trouble?"

"A novice at the third level of Qi refining, what trouble can he have?"

Song Laosan thought that you will see it later, so he explained casually.

The black-faced monk felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he walked to the lock bag, used the object control technique, and grabbed it in his hands. He was a little surprised and said, "It's quite heavy, haven't you opened it?"

Song Laosan said: "Don't worry, we will follow the rules, only prohibition, nothing will be moved."

After the lock bag erases the original owner's consciousness, it will be in an unowned state. If you want to access the item again, you must attach a new consciousness

The black-faced monk released his consciousness, and he entered the lock bag without encountering any obstacles, and found that it was full of various items, the most conspicuous being a round, head-sized thing wrapped in black cloth.

"Hey, what is this?"

The black-faced monk grabbed the thing curiously, and tore off the black cloth covering it, only to find that it was a human head.

And he also knew this person, it was another bandit cultivator, Li Daoyou.

The black-faced monk felt his scalp go numb, and a gust of cold air rushed up from the soles of his feet.

Song Laosan jumped over and shouted: "Brother, go slowly!"

what's the situation?
The black-faced monk's head was a mess, and he couldn't figure out what happened.

Song Lao San wanted to harm himself, so why did he kill his companion? Could it be that he was insane in his practice of walking fire and suffering from insanity?
He was so frightened that he turned around and ran, while reaching into his arms to grab the messenger talisman.

Song Lao San was at the late stage of Qi refining, so he might not be able to escape to Yinfeng Valley, so he had to send a letter to Huang Teng first, asking him to bring someone to rescue him.

The black-faced monk didn't notice that although Song Lao San screamed fiercely, he didn't run fast, and didn't even take out the magic weapon.

Whoosh!
At this moment, there was a flash of cold light, and an ice skate shot out.

The black-faced monk noticed the mana fluctuations, and immediately concentrated his spells, only to see several blue lights rising, and a "spiritual energy shield" was about to be formed.

The skates came too fast, the aura shield just took shape when the skates slashed hard on it.

Just hearing the sound of "nail", the skates flew out, and the spiritual energy shield disappeared in an instant.

"What a powerful ice knife technique!"

The black-faced monk was taken aback. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure rushing towards him from the slanting thorns, faster than the magic movement.

"It's you?"

The black-faced monk was inexplicably surprised, and at the same time fell into doubt again.

How did this monk at the third level of Qi Refining get together with Song Laosan, and how did he have such strong spell attainments?

A thought flashed in the black-faced monk's mind, and he quickly cast another golden body protection spell: Vajra Armor.

There was a flash of golden light, Jin Xing's aura quickly gathered, and a translucent light golden armor appeared out of thin air, wrapping him heavily.

Zhao Lin commanded the ice blade to keep hitting the Vajra Armor, making the sound of metal clashing, every hit was like knocking on the heart of the black-faced monk, making his heart skip a beat.

This is the power of being proficient in extreme magic. Although Zhao Lin's cultivation is only at the third level of Qi Refining, he has mobilized the ice spirit energy from the outside world very well, which has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

The black-faced monk was worried that Song Laosan would rush over, and he would be attacked by the enemy, so he hurriedly grabbed the letter transmission talisman.

He had made an agreement with his companion Huang Teng that as long as he issued a messenger talisman, it meant there was danger, and the other party would immediately bring guards to rescue him.

Zhao Lin naturally didn't allow him to spread the news, so he rushed over and smashed it with an iron ruler.

With a "click", several cracks opened in the diamond armor.

The black-faced monk couldn't believe it, the Xiaocheng-level diamond armor was blown away like this, and he quickly made a formula to replenish the spiritual power of the spell.

Zhao Lin didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, and blasted out a Thunder Fist, punching through the crack.

boom!
The black-faced monk fell to the ground straight as if struck by lightning, and the messenger talisman fell to the side.

"Fortunately, he is not dead."

Zhao Lin sniffed the black-faced monk's breath, heaved a sigh of relief, and tapped his fingers to seal several key auras.

Song Laosan grinned at the sight, his companion Li Daoyou was killed by this trick, even though it was the second time he saw him, he still couldn't hide his shock.

Not long after, the black-faced monk woke up slowly, feeling numb in his hands and feet, and his whole body was limp and weak.

Opening his eyes and seeing Zhao Lin and Song Laosan, he immediately recalled what happened just now, and said bitterly, "How dare you bully me?"

Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I need your help."

"Wishful thinking, you colluded with bandit cultivators to hijack the spirit boat..."

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, and sure enough, he beat him up, and he didn't talk nonsense with him, and greeted him with several insidious martial arts such as tendon fingers, bone melting hands, and urging heart palms.

"It hurts, please forgive me, I promise..."

The black-faced monk was even more unbearable than Song Laosan, crying so much that he agreed to everything.

"Very good, please write a few words on it..."

Zhao Lin gave the messenger talisman to the black-faced monk and asked him to write on it: There are too many things, come and help.

The black-faced monk knew that this was to lure Huang Teng into the bait, so he naturally didn't want to give in, but Zhao Lin gestured with his palm, trembling in fright, and immediately obeyed.

There are generally two ways to return the messenger talisman, one is to find people, and the other is to return to the return tower.

There is the aura left by Huang Teng on the messenger talisman, as long as the talisman is activated, the message talisman will use the breath to find Huang Teng and spread the news.

Zhao Lin checked the talisman and made sure there was no problem, so he released it.

"Song Lao San, re-act the scene just now."

After Zhao Lin finished speaking, he punched the black-faced monk and carried him to a distance to hide.

After seeing Zhao Lin's tricks, Song Laosan had no other thoughts, and obediently stood where he was and waited.

Not long after, Huang Teng rushed over.

Seeing that Song Laosan was alone, he couldn't help but wondered, "Where's Heipi?"

Song Laosan pretended to be surprised, "I already took half of it back, haven't you met?"

Huang Teng was stopped by the question, he was startled, and said: "No."

Song Laosan shrugged and pointed to the lock bag on the ground, "This is the remaining half, you can take it."

Although Huang Teng was puzzled, seeing that there was no one around, Song Laosan also stood far away, so he calmed down a little and picked up the lock bag.

The same thing happened again, but Huang Teng's reaction was much faster than that of the black-faced monk. When he saw the head, he turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Whoosh!
Zhao Lin shot out the ice blade, blocking Huang Teng's way.

Huang Teng's cultivation was inferior to that of the black-faced cultivator. Without much effort, Zhao Lin used an iron ruler to break open the aura mask and captured him in one fell swoop.

(End of this chapter)