Chapter 368 Zhou Tian's Evil Art

Just halfway through the flight, the old man suddenly lowered his head and saw that the lake stopped flowing. The golden water waves no longer fluctuate, but turned into bumpy rocks.

The old man was shocked. Before he could make any action, a large piece of rock turned upside down and turned into pieces of fine steel in mid-air, sandwiching him in it.

It was still the means used to hunt down Xiao Wei six days ago. An Bochen unexpectedly trapped the old man.

Thirty-six hits on Sunday, An Bochen only realized seven strikes, but he did not casually choose these moves, but according to the location, carefully selected seven strikes according to the situation he is facing at present.

Let's not talk about the five thunder spells. The three strikes of rowing the river into land, whiping mountains and moving stones into steel are doubled when used continuously, and it is also suitable for use in rivers, lakes and seas. Whether it is in the East China Sea of Da Kuang or in Wuzhenhaidu, it can let An Bochen occupy the land. The next two greetings for wind, rain and flying sand and stone are the means used by An Bochen to avoid the enemy. After all, looking at the big battlefield between the five towns and Haidu and the blessed earth, a group of innocent people is nothing. Only when they reach the triple heavens can they be called masters.

As for the last blow of the seven hits that An Bochen realized, it was the bottom of the box he prepared to fight for leaping the level, or his life-saving backhand at the last moment. It was also Zhou Tian's thirty-six blow. This blow was not a Taoist method that could be mastered by a heavy Tianxiu. An Bochen abruptly picked it from Zhou Tianxuan's ao, which was also his plan to prepare for a rainy day, but he didn't expect to encounter a real person in the double heaven so soon, and he would use this blow so quickly.

Staring at the old man trapped in fine steel, An Bochen quickly pinched his fingerprints and danced like a shadow with ten fingers.

A moonlight fell from the sky, scattered into seven rays on An Bochen's forehead, and meerted down along An Bochen's face. At the same time, An Bochen's temperament also changed quietly. The soul danced gently in the wind, and his limbs were soft and a little more feminine.

After all, the old man is a double naive person, and he can't be easily trapped like Xiao Wei.

In addition to having an arm strength of 600,000 to a million catties, the double naive person also has two mysterious mysteries, one is the invulnerability of water and fire, and the other is the art of change.

Staring fiercely at An Bochen not far away, the old man snorted coldly and said.

The white fog expanded, and the old man shook his body and turned into an eagle to break free from the fine steel, hovering in the air, and the eagle's eyes flashed with sarcasm.

Looking at An Bochen again, instead of being in a hurry, a smile appeared on his face.

He did not intend to trap the old man with just the three strikes, and his purpose was to force the old man to perform change spells.

Under the moonlight, An Bochen suddenly shrank back, avoiding the water and moonlight. The whole soul curled up into the shadow, and a feminine and poisonous breath rose from the top of his head.

After the blink of an eye, An Bochen gave a low "slam" and popped forward with ten fingers.

Thirty-six strikes on Sunday - seven arrows on the nail head.

The old man who turned into an eagle was about to change back to his original shape, but at this time, he only felt that a fierce murderous atmosphere from ancient times locked him.

Looking up in astonishment, he saw the seven short black arrows like meteors.

The seven arrows of the nail head are the same as the other six strokes of An Bochen. In essence, they all came from the heyday of ancient Taoism. The most orthodox thirty-six Taoist skills of Tiangan were captured by An Bochen with the help of Zhou Tian's morality. He removed the turnip essence, reproduced and simplified, and evolved into the thirty-six strokes of Zhou Tian. For example, each door in that era is broad and profound, and the magic means that can be exerted is more than one. But after falling into the hands of An Bochen, there was only the most direct and powerful blow left. It is difficult to say whether this change is good or bad. At least for the current An Bochen, it is not a bad thing to understand 36 attacks in the shortest time and master more attack methods.

However, the seven arrows of the nail head are different. In ancient times, the thirty-six Taoist methods of Tianang, and even the second-class seventy-two Taoist methods, the seven arrows of the nail head are one of the few side door left and evil spells. The so-called evil method is only because it pays attention to quick success, eager for quick success and quick profit, and does whatever means. Therefore, compared with the other 35 Tiangan Taoisms, the nail-headed seven arrows are slightly thin, and there are not so many mysterious changes. It only has seven arrows, but each arrow can be used to deal with enemies whose cultivation is one level higher than the caster, or even two realms. In ancient times, there were Taoists who broke down with the seven nail heads and their mysterious means. With a great reputation, playing with the history of heaven and earth, invincible for a while.

And in the seven hits that An Bochen realized, the nail head and seven arrows are also the only Taoist method that he failed to simplify.

Each of the seven arrows has its own mystery, and now An Bochen has only mastered the mystery of one of the arrows - the soul nail shape of the nail head and seven arrows.

In the face of the seven arrows flying with a tragic killing intention, the old man who became an eagle was sad. For a moment, he did not dare to take it and was about to fly up. Unexpectedly, the seven short arrows surrounded him like long eyes and blocked his retreat. In an instant, an arrow flew out of the seven arrows and shot at the eagle. The eagle also found the strange little arrow and fluttered its wings. It was about to change back to its original shape, but it was still a step slower and was shot into the eagle's claw by a short arrow.

An An Bochen breathed a sigh of relief, and then fell down, closed his eyes and sat cross-legged on the river.

The shallowest arrow in the seven arrows consumed almost all the power of his soul. At this time, he couldn't even lift his arm, let alone cast the rest of the spells.

No matter how miserable it is, it can't be the double naive person who was shot by a short arrow. The so-called soul nail shape is to shoot an arrow to nail the opponent's soul or yuan god. If the opponent does not use the art of change, using this arrow can only make the opponent's soul unable to get out of the body, making the other party's mind confused. But once this arrow is shot when the opponent transforms, the soul will be nailed to the changed object. If the cultivation gap between them is not too big, it will be difficult to change back to its original shape without two or three pillars of incense.

Finding himself trapped in the eagle, the old man panicked, flustered his wings, and screamed in mid-air.

Before long, the goshawk gradually calmed down, because it saw An Bochen sitting motionless on the lake. The eagle's eyes flashed with hatred. It endured the severe pain of the tip of its claws, flapped its wings, and rushed to An Bochen fiercely.

Chasing and killing a soul who left the body with the cultivation of the second heaven unexpectedly came to this end, and the old man was ashamed and angry. After being hit by a short arrow, his heart died like ashes. He thought that the victory or defeat had been decided, but he suddenly found that the innocent soul was not easy, as if he had exhausted all his strength and could no longer continue to shoot.

The golden lake is sparkling, and under the cold moon, the eagle spreads its wings and attacks.

Just as the eagle was only ten feet away from An Bochen's soul, a whirlwind blew on the lake. Five thin and weak figures could be faintly seen in the wind. The five little ghosts laughed and carried An Bochen's body and flew away to An Bochen's soul.

When he opened his eyes and looked up, An Bochen sneered at the eagle close at hand, and then turned into a white light and flew into the body.

The eagle was about to escape, but when it raised its head, it saw a smiling man in blue standing opposite, holding a silver-white long gun in his hand. The gun was a little familiar and familiar.

The next moment, a deep shock bloomed in the eagle's eyes. He looked at An Bochen in disbelief, but remembered the rumored young god who hit Dongyue with a gun two years ago.

There was no time for the old man to continue to think about it. An Bochen stabbed out with a shot, and the goshawk was stabbed into his heart. When the silver gun was taken back, it crossed a thunderbolt, dispersing the nailed soul.

"Wang!"

The water splashed, and the eagle fell to the surface of the water, gradually turning into an old corpse. The empty eyes were wide open, unwillingly looking at the deep night.

With the impulse to look up to the sky, An Bochen calmed down and glanced around vigilantly. Seeing no one, his face floated with a relaxed look.

"Double naive people... If the tactics are right, it is not impossible to kill two days.

He muttered in a low voice, An Bochen's eyes flashed, and his heart was extremely happy.

Just as he was about to kill the five little ghosts to sink the old man's body in the river, the shiny jade piece under the old man's neck attracted his attention.

Bend down, An Bochen picked up the jade piece and opened his eyes to look at it. After a short period of surprise, An Bochen raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a sound smile.