Song Qingshu hesitated for a moment, and then quietly followed the old man Wusun. From the first time he met him, he was a little jealous of this guy with extraordinary spiritual power. He always felt that he would be a threat to him. The other party was with Temujin and other masters, so he couldn't make a move.
Now it's hard to meet him as an order, how can such an opportunity be let go.
Maybe it was because he made a shady deal with Huazheng. He came here alone this time, without even an entourage. In the dark night, his white robe was obviously eye-catching, but for some reason, the scattered passers-by on the road turned a blind eye to him. As if he didn't exist at all.
"Manipulated the minds of the people around him without knowing it?" Song Qingshu was startled, this control was really shocking, he couldn't hypnotize so many people at the same time.
Looking at his slightly thin back, Song Qingshu couldn't help wondering, this body actually wanted thirty beauties at one go, could he bear it
"Your Excellency has been with me for so long, it's time to come out and meet." Old man Wusun turned left and right, and finally stopped in a remote alley.
"As expected of a great shaman, you can actually detect my existence." Song Qingshu walked out from the shadows. He was not dressed like Shuiyue Dazong at this time, and he did not show his appearance to the outside.
"Who are you?" The old man Wusun looked at the masked man in front of him with some vigilance. The man's breath was very strange, and he should not be a common person around.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what shameful things you did." Song Qingshu's heart suddenly moved, and he decided to cheat him, "Why did you kill the Red Sun King?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Old man Wusun frowned, suddenly remembered something, and asked with some uncertainty, "Could it be that you are a man of the Great Khan, and are investigating the death of King Hongri?"
Song Qingshu secretly laughed in his heart, but on the surface he replied seriously: "Since you know that I am a man of the Great Khan, why don't you take it seriously."
The old man Wusun laughed loudly: "It's a joke, even Da Khan wouldn't talk to me like that. Where did you come from, dare to pretend to be Da Khan's emissary!"
Song Qingshu said in a cold voice: "Is it because I broke the deal with the princess that you want to kill someone?"
"You know everything?" Old Man Wusun asked in surprise.
Looking at him, I thought he was a counterfeit, but he was not sure when he said that.
Song Qingshu was about to speak, but suddenly his heart trembled, he realized that he seemed to have lost control of his body.
Old man Wusun sneered coldly: "Old man, it doesn't matter whether you are the real messenger of sweat or not, since you have seen something you shouldn't have seen, then go to hell." The hidden weapon shot out.
Seeing that he was about to hit, who knew that the man suddenly turned to one side and avoided the hidden weapon.
Song Qingshu sighed: "You want my life with just this ability?" Although his mouth was relaxed, his heart was in a cold sweat. Just now, the other party was able to hold his body in an instant, although he broke free quickly , but if he didn't know this trick at the beginning, and the other party still has a few helpers, wouldn't he be close to death
"You can move?" The old man Wusun was obviously also very surprised. His vast mental power can be said to be omnipotent. In many cases, there is no need to make a move. Blinking makes the opponent live and die. Because of this, people from various Mongolian tribes believed that he was a person who could communicate with gods in dreams.
Song Qingshu was worried that he still had some tricks, so he didn't dare to be careless at all, and grabbed his neck in a blink of an eye. Apart from not daring to use the cultivation base of the great master to avoid being perceived by Temujin, Tongtianwu and others, he didn't No hands left.
However, the imagined neck touch did not come, but directly grabbed into the wall. Song Qingshu was taken aback, and found that the other party was still a foot away from him. At the same time, the surrounding walls and trees kept sliding, and the figure of the old man Wusun It disappeared quickly, and he himself was surrounded by earth walls, trees, and weeds.
Looking at the dense obstacles around him, he felt as if he was in a maze. Song Qingshu quickly regained his composure. He didn't believe that Old Man Wusun really had the ability to move mountains and fill seas. Everything in front of him should be an illusion.
Obviously already extremely careful, why is he still influenced by the other party
If it was someone else, I would have panicked at this time. After all, this is an era of feudal superstition. Maybe you really think that the other party is a messenger of God with some supernatural powers, but Song Qingshu is a person who has undergone the baptism of modern science. I don’t know how many times I have seen similar situations in various film and television works, so naturally it will not cause violent mood swings.
There is no opportunity to take advantage of the mental attack.
"Give it to me!" Song Qingshu said coldly, as the saying goes, one sword breaks all spells, how can one's cultivation be shaken by false fantasies at this level? What's more, he was also good at mental attacks!
"How is it possible!" The old man Wusun left a trace of blood on his nose, obviously he had suffered a certain amount of shock damage, and the other party broke his two stunts consecutively in the blink of an eye, which had never happened in decades.
He hurriedly pointed to the sky with one hand, and formed an extremely complicated seal with the other hand, muttering to himself, uttering some rather obscure syllables: "М?нх амьдралд итгэдэгг?й х?м??с ?? рд харанхуйд орох болно!"
If Zhao Min were here, he would definitely understand what he said in Mongolian: Those who do not believe in Changshengtian will surely fall into darkness forever!
Song Qingshu was confused and had to stop. He found that his surroundings quickly became blurred, and then everything disappeared, only the blackness that was so thick that it could not be melted away, the blackness that stretched as far as the eye could see!
Now this situation perfectly explained what it meant to not see his five fingers, let alone his five fingers, and he couldn't even see other parts of his body, as if everything about him was swallowed by darkness.
Song Qingshu was not flustered, and said calmly: "With my cultivation level, I can see clearly without eyes."
There was only a muffled groan, and then all the darkness faded away like a tide. The old man Wusun had already bent over and held his chest. The white robe on his chest was stained with blood, which was obviously caused by the wind from the palm just now.
Song Qingshu walked towards him step by step, and secretly took precautions: "If you have no other means, I'm afraid you will leave your life here today."
Seeing him approaching, Old Man Wusun laughed and said, "Do you think you can kill me like this?"
Song Qingshu frowned, and suddenly felt a powerful palm force coming towards him, he hurriedly dodged to the side, and was about to fight back, but he saw the face of the person who came, and couldn't help but froze there for a while.
The visitor has thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a tall figure, whoever it is if it's not Guo Jing!
Elder Wusun at the side took the opportunity to escape into the darkness, Song Qingshu wanted to chase after him, but Guo Jing hurriedly attacked him.