super unscrupulous student

After merging the invisible blood and poison, and practicing "The Art of Immortality and Stiffness", Zhuo Yifan was indeed a little swollen. He felt that there was nothing he couldn't do, no enemy he couldn't defeat.

But now facing Xiao Ding, he was completely suppressed, and his sense of superiority in front of the Yuan Clan warriors disappeared. This made him frustrated, but he raised his vigilance again, secretly reminding himself that the way of cultivation is endless, Proceed cautiously to go further.

Seeing that Zhuo Yifan was blocked by Xiao Ding, Dongfang Liang felt a bad breath in his heart.

He hated Zhuo Yifan so much now that he wanted to draw his scriptures and skin his skin, but it seemed more interesting to let Zhuo Yifan set fire to his life and die at the hands of Qi Ling.

Seeing Dongfang Liang gloating at his misfortune, Zhuo Yifan was also helpless to the extreme. This is really a turn of events, and in a blink of an eye, the embarrassing person became himself.

"Brother Xiao Ding, that is your master, you can go play with him! Let's talk about it and break up, so let's say goodbye." As he said, he moved his steps quietly, wanting to escape.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Ding also moved along with him, always keeping a fixed distance from him, neither rushing forward nor retreating, maintaining this strange posture all the time.

Soon, Miss Fang and countless Yuan Clans had rushed over.

But everyone stopped [-] meters away, watching Xiao Ding quietly.

There was excitement and confusion in the eyes of these source tribe warriors, they looked at Xiao Ding obsessively, their eyes were very complicated.

This used to be the source of killing, they are naturally very familiar with it, but it is quite intriguing that the weapon spirit is born in it.

"Brother Xiao Ding, what on earth do you want? Say something! I'm so scared of you being so silent." Zhuo Yifan said with a mournful face, feeling a bit funny himself.

It was the first time in his life that he surrendered to a spirit.

The Qi Ling seemed very satisfied with Zhuo Yifan's performance, and shook it up and down twice, as if nodding.

Zhuo Yifan was very puzzled, he has cultivated to this point, this weapon spirit is actually a mute?

This is a bit abnormal!

You know, the spirits bred by a starship, a Xuan-class battleship, all have independent consciousness, can think and speak, and forced Zhuo Yifan to sign a contract.

This spirit of the altar seems to be several levels higher than Xiaoxing, there is no reason why he can't speak, even if he can't speak, at least he can communicate with his mind, right?

But now the little cauldron only emits terrifying fluctuations without any spiritual information, which is really strange.

Dongfang Liang was also puzzled for a while, when the little tripod saw Zhuo Yifan's blood essence, it was as if he had seen that thing, it was crazy to the extreme, but now it is within easy reach, but it doesn't act anymore, why?

This makes absolutely no sense!

Miss Fang was also puzzled.

The temptation of the invisible blood poison to blood-blooded creatures is simply irresistible, but Xiao Ding can control this instinct and kill without losing his mind. This is completely beyond her imagination and violates the normal laws of things.

Zhuo Yifan didn't think so much, he only knew that he was locked and suppressed in a small corner by this damn little tripod, unable to advance or retreat, it was very embarrassing.

Mad, is this guy playing psychological tactics and trying to break me down?

Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, but he became more careful.

It's a big deal to abandon a distraction and part of the essence and blood to create a clone, so it won't be powerless to resist.

It's just that, if you want to hide from a clone of Xiao Ding's level, at least half of Zhuo Yifan's blood and strength will be consumed, and he will never do so unless it is absolutely necessary.

But if there was no way out, Zhuo Yifan would definitely make a decisive decision.

Xiao Ding didn't move, but there was a sudden commotion outside.

A voice sounded from the air: "Benefactor Zhuo, I'm here to save you."

Hearing this voice, Zhuo Yifan was shocked: "Master Kongwu?"

With the sound of this sound, a large number of ghosts suddenly floated out of the city. It is unknown where they were originally hiding, but at this moment they suddenly appeared, covering the sky and covering the earth.

One by one, they yelled and jumped on the warriors of the Origin Race.

Caught off guard, countless Yuan Clan warriors were recruited.

Miss Fang's complexion changed drastically: "Kongwu? You finally appeared."

A silver halo appeared out of thin air, and thousands of runes shone with silver light, setting off Kongwu as if a true god had descended.

The runes are like high-pitched speakers, releasing fifi magic sounds, making people intoxicated.

The waves of sound spread out in circles, and those who were nearby suddenly looked confused.

The power of "The Book of Ultimate Bliss" has risen by more than one level.

This kind of magic sound is naturally ineffective against Zhuo Yifan, his original consciousness is under heavy protection, and every movement in his heart blocks it out.

"Master is really elusive, it's hard to guard against!"

Zhuo Yifan said meaningfully.

"Don't Master Zhuo always appear in the right place at the right time? On this point, we are amazingly consistent." Kong Wu's face is full of compassion, but the runes around him are constantly increasing the power of the Bible.

Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly: "What the master said is very true. Whenever there is a difficulty, the master will always come forward to help. This time the master should also have a good suggestion!"

"Of course, it is the mission of Buddhism to save all living beings, and Zhuo's benefactor alone can be worth hundreds of millions. Saving you alone has immeasurable merit, and the little monk naturally cannot miss it."

Kong Wu said with a smile.

Off the court, a terrifying battle has already begun.

Kongwu's believers and ghosts launched a crazy attack on everyone. The warriors of the source tribe were constantly taken away, and some people were unwilling to be controlled and chose to blow themselves up. Suddenly, countless lives fell, and the evil spirit was soaring.

But the small cauldron didn't move, it was still floating there, as if it was still.

But the terrifying pressure on it never disappeared, and it kept locking Zhuo Yifan.

"This sacrificial cauldron has already bred evil consciousness, and must be purified, Master Zhuo, please cooperate with the little monk, and we will work together to trap it."

With a light wave of the silver staff in Kongwu's hand, the sky was filled with silver light, brilliant and dazzling.

A series of silver threads appeared, weaving into a big net, directly enveloping Zhuo Yifan and the small tripod.

Treasure Kongwu looked majestic, murmured continuously, and silver threads continuously gushed out from the staff, covering the mask layer by layer.

It's like a worker building a house, first constructing the frame, then perfecting the walls, and finally forming an unbreakable "prison"!

During this period, Zhuo Yifan really wanted to escape.

Putting him under Kongwu's mask is better than being trapped by Dongfang Liang.

But when he moved, the little cauldron also moved with it, with a posture of about to pounce, which scared him so much that he didn't dare to act rashly.

This gave Kongwu an opportunity to directly envelop him and Xiao Ding.

Seeing this situation, the smile on Konggo's face became even brighter.