Chapter 410 Magic

"I can't die yet."

Wuhua is stubborn and wants to open alms.

As soon as he spoke, Wuhua suddenly spit out blood. His body was shaky in mid-air, and his arms hung loosely on his side, but his bones were broken.

Zhang Bushi didn't say anything. His eyes were full of black silk, flowing like smoke, as if there were two endless black abyss, and his temperament suddenly changed, sweeping away the calm and low-key image, which was extremely cold.

Most people have only heard of the two magic knives in the heart of Zhang Bushi's eyebrows and have not seen them with their own eyes. But An Bochen saw it once. It was still An Bochen who crossed five passes and three towns on the Guannan Desert Road. Zhang Bushi came to save him and took out his eyebrows. Just like today, Zhang Bushi's whole body is cold from the inside out, even in his bones, as if he has been detached from the world and everything in the world.

It's just that compared with that year, the cloth in front of him was colder and almost ruthless.

In a blink of an eye, Zhang Bushi threw away Wuhua, grabbed two knives and rushed to the Dongtian Immortal. His body is not flying, and the black smoke from nowhere seems to have become another body of him, vaguely wrapping him, and he can only vaguely see Zhang Bushi's head and back.

"Clobe shoes, be careful!"

Wuhua's body shook gently and nervously looked at the figure that shuttled through the black smoke. He felt that he had returned to the Southern Wilderness. He abused the magic power of Tianmu and caused him to go crazy. At that time, if Zhang Bushi hadn't protected him again and again, he would have gone crazy and died, or he would be eaten by the monster who was rampant.

"Hahaha, here comes another young person who doesn't know the depth of heaven and earth!"

The Dongtian fairy gave alms to his face and did not withdraw his fist. He sneered loudly, but his expression was mixed with a trace of solemnity.

It's just three things. Today, he was hurt by several juniors one after another. He already knows that the opposite group of people have their own unique skills. Even if there is a gap between each other's cultivation, it should not be underestimated.

Even if he has been so cautious that he can't be cautious, in the face of Kuangqi, An Bochen's only Zhang Bushi who can't see through the details, the Dongtian Immortal still miscalculated.

Black smoke rolled, and before the fist of the Dongtian Fairy came, the black smoke permeated around Zhang Bushi suddenly stood up and swaying to the sky.

The cave fairy punched out and collapsed ten miles of void, but failed to hit Zhang Bushi.

"What is that?"

Wuhua opened his mouth wide, looked at the black smoke that was almost as long as Tong Tianzhu, and muttered.

Under the night, the smoke is dark, even darker than the night.

Occasionally, a blurred face can be seen in the black smoke, but it is a face that is extremely cold, sometimes appearing at the bottom of the black smoke, and sometimes on the top of the black smoke. Gradually, Zhang Bushi no longer appeared. Although Wuhua could only see the black smoke in the sky, he felt in a trance that it was Zhang Bushi.

"It's a demon. He's possessed."

The first Wang Feng's deep voice sounded in his ear, and Wuhua frowned.

"How can it be? How could he be possessed?"

"People compete for luck with treasures, whether they subdue the treasure or fall into the magic phase. Didn't you notice that those two knives are gone? The first Wang Feng said lightly.

There were also two knives in the eyebrows that disappeared with Zhang Bushi. Before long, the two knives reappeared, but appeared on both sides of the black smoke.

Two strands of black smoke were separated from both sides of the black smoke like a pillar, wrapped around the knife like an arm. In the blink of an eye, the black smoke swayed and danced, turning into a huge figure.

From the appearance, it looks a little like Zhang Bu Shi, but Zhang Bu Shi will never have such a pair of fierce and cold eyes.

The figure seemed to be illusory, wandering in the night, sometimes blending with the night, and sometimes appeared with a cold laugh.

There were beads of sweat on the forehead of the cave fairy, and his face was pale.

The soul has not yet recovered, and he can't use Taoism, and he can't use Taoism. With the power of his body alone, how can he kill Zhang Bushi, who turns into black smoke?

The black smoke is like a dream, pressing from all directions to the cave fairy, flying with two knives, or stabbing his eyes and ears, or cutting his mouth and nose. Even if the cave fairy has a strong cultivation and is invulnerable to knives and guns, he can't protect his seven orifices. He is afraid of being eroded by magic. Under the attack of Zhang Bushi, there is nothing he can do, and there are words of suffering.

"Brother Wang Feng!"

Seeing that Zhang Bushi had the upper hand, Wuhua's face showed joy, and he winks at the first Wang Feng beside him.

The first Wang Feng also looked excited. The two of them could not pose a threat to the Dongtian immortals. It can be seen that the black smoke turned into by Zhang Bushi is pervasive, forcing the Dongtian immortals to tie their hands and feet, and naturally they are also excited.

"Hahaha, look at you still arrogant!"

Wuhua rose up and laughed loudly.

The cave fairy has long been so angry that his face turned blue and red for a while. In the history of Dongtianfudi and even the opposite Wuzhen Haidu, there is nothing he can do to face people whose cultivation is three levels lower than himself. I'm afraid it's the first time for the first time.

It's only to blame him for being insensitively nailed to the yuan god. Since then, he has lost his soul. This feeling seems to have suddenly returned to the Yuanying period.

He gritted his teeth. He wanted to drag the man who turned into black smoke back to his original shape, just like before the bald and white-haired man.

Unexpectedly, the strange man who turned into black smoke did not return to his original form, and with the passage of time, the ferocious and cold atmosphere in the black smoke became stronger and stronger.

The more he fought, the more he was. The Dongtian immortals were frightened. He looked at Wuhua and the first Wang Feng, and then looked at the aggressive black smoke. Then he retreated and rushed to the thunders in the sky.

"Hahaha, Brother Wang Feng, can you see the fairy running away?" Seeing the Dongtian Immortal running away, Wuhua was in high spirits and gasped.

"Hmm, it's so embarrassing." Looking at Wuhua, the first Wang Feng curled his lips and smiled.

The two were not happy for a long time, because the black smoke did not change back to alms. The black smoke shook uneasily, like a bursting long dragon could not stop hitting the Tongtian pillar, as if it was roaring.

The first Wang Feng clenched his teeth, swallowed his breath, and then pinched his fingerprints: "Who!"

The formula of "Ji" can restore vitality, repair the body, and also make people sober. It is the only auxiliary secret technique in the nine-character truth.

A cool breath was exhaled by the first king wind and blown to the black smoke.

The black smoke paused slightly and trembled slightly, as if it were struggling. After a blink of an eye, the first Wang Feng's face changed dramatically and suddenly stepped back two steps.

Seeing that the secret skill of the first Wang Feng could not work, Wuhua stepped forward two steps, pinched the lotus Zen seal in his hand, and shouted angrily, "I am compassionate!"

Wuhua wanted to wake up the first Wang Feng as if he were ancestor, but as soon as the sound fell, a black smoke suddenly became manic.

"Joke, how can you be compassionate?"

Hearing the words, Wu Hua stood on the spot.

The voice was like Zhang Bushi, but it was not his usual tone. His voice was full of anger and disdain.

Since ancient times, the demon and Buddha have been sworn in each other. Wuhua wanted to call back Zhang Bushi with the Buddha's voice, but unexpectedly, he angered the magic contained in the eyebrows and two knives.

Seeing that the thunder was getting closer and closer, Wuhua was so anxious that he subconsciously blurted out.

"Bochen, have you carved it?"

I haven't heard back for a long time.

Wuhua and the first Wang Feng were not well-hearted. At the same time, he turned around and looked at An Bochen. He saw An Bochen with one hand against the Tongtian pillar, and the other hand drooped weakly to his side, and his face was blank.

In the palm of An Bochen's hand, that line of runes is emitting a strange light, and from time to time, stone crumbs slide down the column wall.

At this moment, a muffled thunder exploded behind Wuhua, and the Dongtian immortal who came to help arrived.