Otherworldly Merchant

“Is this the magic spell of the immovable king?” I stared at the black spell on their armor, and I was surprised, "he said.

Indeed, it is a spell of immobilization!

I am familiar with this method of formation. The King of Immobility is indeed strong, but at the same time more dangerous.

It's not that once the law is formed, the world will be invincible and will be able to return all attacks without restriction. It's also related to your own cultivation.

For example, it is also a seven-inch Buddha, and the Ming Wang Dharma Front cannot be set aside. If it is changed to Autumn Wind Chopping or Long Qing Qing Qing Qiu to attack, whatever array you have, any Buddha is made of paper, and it is crushed between hectares.

And even if you succeed in resisting the attack, by the moment the law dissipates, you will have a tremendous counter-phase!

Just like the first time I used it at Xi 'an Lingbao venue, I was completely paralyzed and powerless, and the second time I used it in Syria, I was in a direct coma for days!

Besides, this matrix is not used indefinitely, and when the time comes, it ends naturally.

But these two weirdos actually engraved the immovable king's charm on his armor and wore it on his body.

The spell is unbroken, the form is unbroken!

And it turns out, these two guys are so deeply terrified of their psychic powers.

The thunder will not blow up, the sword will not pierce.

What else can we do? Can we use another ten Yin?

To be honest, I don't even have the guts to fight the backlash of Ten Yin!

If they didn't get hurt, they lost their lives. Not only did they have to pay for it, it became a joke.

It's a little awkward at the moment!

He's standing there letting you kill him all you want, you can't touch him, you can't kill him.

And if you don't beat them, you can't get past it. It's absolute defense.

The autumn wind chopped them up and put them here, which is like closing a door to no solution!

After listening to my explanation, he frowned at first, and Jiang Daqi sat on the stairs smothering smoke.

Dang! When!

Again and again, those two guys ignored us directly, said nothing, hammered and beat, as if nothing had anything to do with them.

Li Mazi touched the area above his ear where his hair had been cut off and his heart palpitated. “Brother, why don't we go...”

“Go, which way?” I glanced at him: “You also know what will happen if this Bangui dynasty starts, where can we go? ”

“The autumn wind brought nine high-ranking layers of guardianship to prevent sabotage. Now we've killed the Buddha seven inches and cut off his soul. It won't be long before he finds out someone's sabotaging his plan, and all the efforts we've just made have been wasted! But what's the point of letting this fight start a few nights late? And once the autumn breeze cautions you, it's even harder to break the big battle. ”

“What should we do?” Li Mazi is a little helpless: “I can't help him, you and Hatsukichi can't break it, so wait, it's not a way! Didn't you also say that after a while, Autumn Wind will know that someone is wrecking it. When he finds us, it's too late to run. We can't just wait here to die? ”

“This…” I suddenly choked, Li Mazi's words were very unproductive, but I had to say that it made sense.

If we don't get through the gate as soon as possible, once Autumn Feng finds us, no one can escape!

I thought about it for a while: "Forget it! I'll try again. ”

After that, grab the cork and stand up.

“What are you doing?” Jiang Daqi stood up and stopped in front of me. “With your current fix, there is no way to stop Ten Yin's counter-phage! Doing so is no different from dying. There are only nine who can't break Ming Wang... but now you...”

He just said half the words and suddenly his eyes were straight and his set expectations went forward.

I looked back a little strangely and saw the little oil lamps hanging on both sides of the steps trembling slightly. Brings the fire to light and darkness, shaking constantly.

A little black ball rolled slowly over the ground, only the size of a marble, but the bigger it rolled, as if something was coming together from all sides.

The black ball came a little closer, my double-knife, the first eight-sided Chinese sword, Li Mazi's Lingyun sword, even Jiang Da's cigarette bag, all trembled independently.

At this point, the constant banging also stopped.

Neither did the two weirdos know what they felt, and they turned their heads together and looked at the past in the direction of the black ball rolling.

Knock, the air box is broken!

The hammer fell on the floor.

The stove fire burst out, and the noise was silent after several landings and landings.

The black sphere was closer, closer, and I finally saw what it was.

It's scraps!

Fine, dusty metal debris drilled out of stone seams on all sides, condensing quickly together.

Oil lamps are swinging faster and faster!

Boom, and at the same time break free of the wall, like being held up by a bunch of invisible ghosts, straight up to the black ball.

In the blink of an eye, it turns into a piece of iron sand, losing the light oil on which it depends.

There's metal everywhere, fire everywhere!

The scene is both fantastic and magical, but it is also strange to speak of.

The black sphere grew bigger and closer, and as the iron sand moved rapidly, it gradually became a human figure.

He bowed his back and slowly drifted away from us.

The twin knife buzzed, the eight Chinese swords tried to get away from the sheath, Lingyun sword also made a low noise, and more surprisingly, Jiang Da fish's copper cigarette bag bent his head, as if he was paying tribute to the man.

One step, two steps...

He slowly walked across the street to those two weirdos.

The black light on the other party's armor flashes and goes off when it lights up.

Suddenly a small iron bead flew out of the armor.

One, two, countless!

The heavy armor on the two men, like a sand sculpture blown by the wind, broke into countless small particles and swept straight into the shadows.

Boo!

In the blink of an eye, the anvil, the stove, the hammer, and that black iron cake all split apart, like a 3D sand painting unfolded in front of us.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

The man became incredibly clear when he appeared, but also ugly.

Bow the back of a camel, blind one eye, full of small tumors, just like the mysterious old man who helped me several times!

And the two weirdos across the street who kept hammering showed their true face.

It's two monks, thick, short, fat, dark, bright, dumb eyes, thick lips, looking a little woody and stupid.

But they moved quickly, with their palms together, singing out loud.

A golden Sanskrit brightened itself as if to stop the shadow from approaching.

Whoo!

The black shadow waved, turning himself into countless pieces of metal between the hectares, and a sandstorm of iron chips fell straight towards the two monks.