Urban Witcher

Ye Shaoyang bullied himself, and Taiyi Fuchen brushed towards his forehead.

Monk Pangu threw out the rosary beads, hovered in the air, and released his spiritual power to resist Ye Shaoyang temporarily. He sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands tightly, and after chanting the mantra, he flicked his two thumbs outward, and a fiery red bead flew out. At this time, Ye Shaoyang just used the Taiyi whisk to flick the rosary beads away, seeing the fire beads flying towards him, he didn't dare to neglect, just about to perform a trick, the fire beads split open, and a golden human figure was formed, holding a long halberd, waving at Ye Shaoyang cut over.

"What kind of way is this!"

Ye Shaoyang hastily drew his sword to resist, and flicked the halberd away, surprised in his heart, it was obviously an illusion, when the Seven Star Longquan sword collided with the halberd, he clearly felt the substantial impact.

Just when Ye Shaoyang was distracted, the idol waved a long halberd and slashed at him again. Ye Shaoyang had no choice but to use his sword to attack the statue again, taking time to glance at Monk Pangu. The old guy seemed to be in a trance, sitting on the ground with his eyes closed and his lips wriggling, obviously chanting a mantra.

"Seven stars sing forever, Longquan kills evil! Break it!"

Ye Shaoyang shouted loudly, and the Seven Star Dragon Spring Sword glowed with divine light, chopped the halberd together with the statue, and turned it into an invisible flame. Just as Ye Shaoyang was about to rush over to attack Pangu Monk, the flame gathered rapidly At the same time, the image of the same god as before was formed again, with wide eyes and ring eyes, majestic and majestic, holding a long halberd, and slashing at himself.

What the hell is this!

Ye Shaoyang hastily resisted, feeling horrified in his heart.

Using spells to condense illusions and attack people is very common in the magic world. What really surprised Ye Shaoyang was that the illusions condensed by this old monk's practice are like reality and can cause substantial harm to people.

The so-called substantial damage is mainly physical strength: the opponent is an illusion, and all offensive methods consume the mana of the practitioner, but he is a body of flesh and blood. With such a high-intensity confrontation, Ye Shaoyang thinks that his physical strength is stronger than that of ordinary people. It's much better, but it won't last long if it goes on like this.

Using physical strength to attack other people's magic power is the most stupid thing in the world, and it will definitely fail. Ye Shaoyang tried to use the Tiangang step to roam and fight, but the speed of the transformed idol was much faster than his own because there was no physical hindrance. Ye Shaoyang soon felt strenuous, so he changed it to a magical weapon attack, which could shatter the idol , but soon condensed into a new one, just like the original one.

This made Ye Shaoyang feel a little helpless.

To capture the thief first, capture the king, Ye Shaoyang knew that as long as he could rush in front of Pangu Monk and attack him himself, the spell would be broken immediately. But this goddamn statue is simply an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, and Ye Shaoyang has never been able to find a chance to rush over.

Of course, if he was desperately injured—he was chopped off by this statue, Ye Shaoyang could have rushed to Monk Pangu and killed him, but this is not a life-and-death battle after all. Ye Shaoyang didn't want to be so desperate. When he sank, he turned his head and saw that it was Baozi who jumped out, and immediately shouted: "What are you doing out here! Go back!"

"Boss, I'll help you. You block this god, look at mine." After speaking, he jumped off his shoulder and disappeared as soon as he turned around.

Monk Pangu heard the voice, opened his eyes slightly, and looked around for the whereabouts of the buns.

At this moment, a vision floated into Ye Shaoyang's nostrils.

This is... Ye Shaoyang immediately understood what was going on. At this time, Monk Pangu also smelled the fragrance, sniffed his nose, and was thinking about what was going on. Fearing that he would be more vigilant, Ye Shaoyang slashed down with his sword and smashed the statue in front of him. Pretend to rush over. Monk Pangu hurriedly restrained his mind, he used a technique to restore the statue to his figure, and continued to hit Ye Shaoyang close to him.

"Haha, Ye Shaoyang, your strength is indeed extraordinary, far beyond my imagination, but you still can't break my Heavens Visualization Technique!" Monk Pangu was very proud, and said to Ye Shaoyang triumphantly through his divine sense.

A sneer flashed across the corner of Ye Shaoyang's mouth.

A few seconds later, Monk Pangu suddenly opened his eyes, looked at a place in front of him, and said in surprise: "How is it possible, why is my visualization of the heavens suppressed? Impossible, Wei Tuotian, where did you go? Go! Ah, why are you attacking me!"

Monk Pangu danced, stood up, and backed away again and again.

Ye Shaoyang could already imagine what he experienced in the illusion through the words he yelled when he lost his mind.

Meihua also flew out of the yin and yang mirror and landed beside Ye Shaoyang. Seeing this scene, she covered her mouth with a smile and said, "At first, I wanted to find a chance to help the boss, but it seems that I don't need to go out."

Monk Pangu stopped quickly, with a distraught expression on his face, his eyes rolled, obviously his consciousness was going through all kinds of changes in the illusion.

Ye Shaoyang walked over slowly.

Suddenly, Monk Pan Gu shuddered all over, and shouted: "Dare you, evildoer!" His eyes suddenly opened, and he looked forward.

Following his gaze, Ye Shaoyang saw a special flower and plant not far behind him. The psychic Buddha flower, Baozi's real body.

The flower and leaf shook slightly, and turned into a bun again, let out a breath, walked to Ye Shaoyang, stuck out his tongue and said: "This monk's spiritual sense is so powerful, it can break my illusion!"

"Monster!" Monk Pangu cursed again, and wanted to get up to grab the buns, but suddenly remembered something was wrong, looked down, and saw a sword on his chest.

Ye Shaoyang had a smirk on his face, holding the long sword in his hand, while the other hand was hanging in the air, he did not move his knuckles, and said: "I just need to recite a mantra, and the sword energy can kill you instantly. If you don't believe me, you can try it."

Monk Pangu's expression changed drastically, and his face also turned red rapidly, with a very humiliated expression.

"Ye Shaoyang, you have found a helper, and you won't be able to win by force! If it weren't for that, you wouldn't be able to defeat my Heavens Visualization Technique!"

Ye Shaoyang smiled and said: "Your spells are really powerful, but speaking of them, I just don't want to get hurt, and I don't want to hurt you, otherwise your spells might not be able to trap me."

Monk Pangu looked at him, as if he couldn't believe it, and said, "Are you fighting again?"

"Not interested anymore."

Ye Shaoyang held the sword in one hand, and took out a blank magic talisman with the other hand, pasted it on Pan Gu's bald forehead, took out a cinnabar pen, drew a few strokes on it, and formed a soul-searching talisman, then released the sword in his right hand , took a long breath, touched his forehead, and said, "You are also a mortal body."

Monk Pangu said: "The creatures of Xuanyuan Mountain are of the same origin and family as human beings, and the poor are naturally mortal."

"Don't fool me, since you are a flesh body, how can you fly against the wind?"

(End of this chapter)——