The dissolution of the rune did not change Yi Tong's expression, and it felt like he had expected this scene a long time ago.
So he continued to release the second rune.
The ink is still lingering slowly.
Yi Tong's rune hit Mo.
The ink shook for a while, and then became a lot lighter.
But the rune was dissolved again.
Yi Tong's face finally changed slightly.
He frowned, his index finger shook rapidly in mid-air, and he drew two runes in one breath.
One of the runes continued to attack Mo, while the other rune was looking for Mo's flaws, hoping to attack Ling Zhaoyan from the flaws.
But what Yi Tong didn't expect was that he couldn't find the flaw of "Mo".
This simple piece of "ink" has built a line of defense that is so unbreakable.
Who on earth is protecting Ling Zhaoyan in secret
Yi Tong's gaze began to search inside the house.
Except for the monks who just ran in, the original 13 people in the house knew Yi Tong. These people had no reason to help Ling Zhaoyan. Even the Master Xinpan, who had been speaking for Ling Zhaoyan, had no words at this moment.
Then the protection can only come from the monks who just ran in.
There was a "traitor" mixed in.
It's a pity that Yi Tong couldn't find the "traitor" in the shortest time.
Can block one's rune with a piece of "ink", this person's realm is also the god hidden realm.
Since I can't find it out, I can only continue to persecute.
Yi Tong took a deep breath and drew another stroke.
The rune this time is very simple.
But the power is more powerful than the previous runes.
That Dao Mo seemed to have noticed something. Originally it was only one foot wide. After feeling the power of the rune, the width suddenly increased to about three feet and turned into a wall. Ling Zhaoyan only exposed his head and calves. The rest was blocked by this ink wall.
"Break for me!" Yi Tong bit his cheek lightly and whispered.
A scene that surprised everyone happened.
Ling Li's runes collided with the ink wall, and dense cracks appeared on the ink wall, but... still not broken.
"How can it be."
While Yi Tong was dumbfounded, he suddenly felt as if he was being held back by something.
It became a little difficult to breathe. With every breath, the air in the lungs was squeezed out, and several ribs even made a slight click.
Yi Tong didn't dare to be careless, and quickly urged Reiki to draw six runes in a row, and finally got rid of this terrible state. After flashing back to the side, he even panted and his face became ugly.
"Who the hell is it!" Yi Tong roared with a slightly ferocious expression.
One person came out of the monk group.
Unlike other monks, she wore a robe with a cap, and her figure was relatively small, which formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding monks.
Strangely speaking, her figure is very easy to attract people's attention, especially among a group of tall monks, who can notice her almost at a glance.
But when the monks rushed in just now, no one noticed the existence of this "monk" at all.
She seemed to come out suddenly.
In fact, Yi Tong had probably guessed her identity, because the entire Great Wilderness couldn't pick out a few people who used "Mo" as a means of attack.
But he still wanted to see the true face of the other party with his own eyes.
"Take off your hat." Yi Tong said.
The hat taken off by this monk.
A waterfall of long hair fell behind his head.
She raised her head and shocked everyone.
Painter idiot, Song Fei.
When Master Xinpan saw Song Fei, he showed a gratified smile and chanted a Buddha's name with his hands folded together.
"It's really you, Miss Song." Yi Tong said. "Using ink as a weapon is worthy of a painting idiot."
Song Fei first nodded to Master Xinpan, and then said, "Mr. Yi is worthy of being a master of Talisman, and the little girl admires it."
Yi Tong sneered: "Are you mocking me? You haven't been able to break your ink after using four talisman. And you were almost tricked by you, Miss Song, are you really going to fall as well?"
Song Fei said, "I saw Master Xinpan a few days ago and asked him a question. Master Xinpan gave me the answer. At the same time, the master also told me another thing and let me make my own decision."
"Is that what happened?" Yi Tong said.
Song Fei nodded: "Of course, I couldn't think seriously on the mountain, so I went down the mountain first, carefully considered the matter, and finally made a decision."
Yi Tong said: "Very good, the master painter taught it well.
apprentice. "
Song Fei smiled: "This has nothing to do with Master, it is my personal decision."
Speaking of Song Fei, she looked at Zhou Fei, "In Chang'an, he taught me a lot of things, so I want to protect him today. It's that simple."
Zhou Fei heard what Song Fei said, but unfortunately he couldn't respond to the other party now.
Because the mirror in Master Yanhui's hands is still continuously releasing the light of Buddha.
Zhou Fei knew that he couldn't break the mirror, because it was a magic weapon used by the Buddha, even if the master and his elders personally estimated that there was no way to break the rotating mirror.
So there is only one thing Zhou Fei can do, and that is to defeat Yangui.
Although the previous attack broke the "golden bell" of Master Yanhui, with the constant chanting of Master Yanhui and the light of the Buddha, the cracked "golden bell" that had already appeared was actually slow. Healed slowly.
Zhou Fei's eyes became more and more fierce, like a wild wolf searching for food in the twelfth lunar month of winter, as long as it finds its prey, it will chase to the end and never give up.
He carried the knife and forcibly walked forward against the Buddha's light. Every step was very difficult, and every brick that he stepped on even cracked.
In this way, Zhou Fei abruptly came to the position two feet in front of Master Yanhui, and then blasted out with a punch.
For the others on the scene, Zhou Fei's decision was a bit ridiculous.
He even gave up the treasure sword and used his fist instead.
Although the fist of the practitioner is not weak, it is a reckless behavior if he has a magical weapon in his hand but does not use it.
Zhou Fei is indeed reckless.
But he was reckless and justified.
This punch contains not only Zhou Fei's personal strength, but also Wen Liu's demon power!
Although Zhou Fei could not absorb too much Wen Liu's demon power, it was extremely terrifying that all of them burst out. Wenliu hated the monk, so it also focused on how to break some of the Buddhist techniques in future cultivation, and left this part to Zhou Fei.
As a result, Master Yanhui's golden bell was shattered by Zhou Fei's fist.
The shattered fragments splashed around, and several monks did not respond. After being hit by the fragments, they vomited blood on the spot.
Master Yanhui never thought that his golden bell was so vulnerable, and it was too late to fight back.
Zhou Fei had only the rotating mirror in his eyes.
He lifted the knife and slashed it heavily.
(End of this chapter)