The lock bag was placed on the ground, and Song Laosan retreated a hundred steps away.
This is done firstly to reassure the black-faced monk, and secondly to cover up the fact that his magic power is restricted.
If the black-faced monk observes carefully using the Qi Watching Technique, he will find that Song Laosan's mana manifestation is incomplete.
"By the way, what about that guy? How did you deal with him?"
The black-faced monk took a few steps forward, suddenly raised his head and asked.
"Teach him a lesson, force him to release his restraints, erase his consciousness and let him go."
"You didn't have any trouble?"
"What kind of trouble can a novice at the third level of Qi Refining get into?"
Song Laosan thought that you would see it later, so he explained casually.
The black-faced monk thought there was nothing wrong with it, so he walked to the object lock bag, used the object control technique, and grabbed it in his hand. He said with some surprise: "It's quite heavy. It hasn't been opened, has it?"
Song Laosan said: "Don't worry, we will act according to the rules. We will only impose restrictions and not touch anything."
After the lock bag erases the original owner's consciousness, it will be in an ownerless state. If you want to access the items again, you must attach a new consciousness.
The black-faced monk released his spiritual consciousness, and as expected, he entered the lock bag without encountering any obstacles. He found that it was filled with various items, the most conspicuous of which was a round thing the size of a human head wrapped in black cloth.
"Hey, what is this?"
The black-faced monk curiously grabbed the thing out and pulled off the black cloth covering it, only to find that it was a human head.
Moreover, he knew this person, it was another bandit cultivator Li Daoyou.
The black-faced monk felt his scalp numb and a cold air rushing up from the soles of his feet.
Song Laosan jumped towards him and shouted: "Brother, walk slowly!"
what's the situation?
The black-faced monk was confused and couldn't figure out what was going on.
Song Laosan wanted to do something bad for himself, so why did he kill his companions? Could it be that the cultivator was possessed by the evil spirit and suffered from mental madness?
He was so frightened that he turned around and ran away. At the same time, he reached into his arms to grab the messenger talisman.
Song Laosan is in the late stage of Qi refining, so he may not be able to escape to Yinfeng Valley. He must first send a message to Huang Teng and ask him to bring someone to save him.
The black-faced monk didn't notice that although Song Laosan screamed fiercely, he didn't run very fast and didn't even take out his magic weapon.
Whoosh!
At this moment, a cold light flashed, and an ice knife shot out.
The black-faced monk noticed the fluctuation of mana and immediately concentrated his spells. He saw several green lights rising, and a "spiritual shield" was about to form.
The ice knife came too fast. As soon as the aura shield was formed, the ice knife slashed hard on it.
Just hearing the sound of "nail", the ice blade flew out, and the spiritual energy shield disappeared instantly.
"What a powerful ice blade technique!"
The black-faced monk was taken aback. From the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure rushing over from the diagonal thorn, faster than if he had cast a divine movement spell.
"It's you?"
The black-faced monk was astonished and at the same time fell into doubt again.
How come this monk at the third level of Qi Refining got together with Song Laosan and was so accomplished in magic?
The black-faced monk thought in his mind, and quickly cast another golden body protection spell: diamond armor.
There was a flash of golden light, the golden aura quickly gathered, and a translucent light golden armor appeared out of thin air, wrapping him heavily.
Zhao Lin directed the ice blade to continuously hit the diamond armor, making a constant sound of metal clashing. Each blow was like hitting the black-faced monk's heart, making him tremble with fear.
This is the power of being proficient in extreme magic. Although Zhao Lin is only at the third level of Qi Refining, he has mobilized the ice aura from the outside very well, and has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.
The black-faced monk was worried that Song Laosan would come over and he would be attacked from both sides, so he hurriedly grabbed the message basket.
He made an agreement with his companion Huang Teng. As long as the messenger talisman is sent out, it means there is danger, and the other party will immediately bring guards to rescue him.
Zhao Lin naturally didn't allow him to spread the news, so he rushed over with a big stride, picked up the iron ruler and smashed it at him.
With a "click" sound, the diamond armor split into several cracks.
The black-faced monk could hardly believe that the junior level diamond armor was blasted away like this, and he quickly made secrets to replenish the spiritual power of the spell.
Zhao Lin didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and blasted out a thunder fist, punching it through the crack.
boom!
The black-faced monk fell straight to the ground as if struck by lightning, and the messenger talisman also fell aside.
"Fortunately, he's not dead."
Zhao Lin checked the black-faced monk's breathing, breathed a sigh of relief, and connected his fingers to seal several key spiritual orifices.
Song Laosan grinned when he saw it. His companion Li Daoyou was killed by this move. Although it was the second time he saw it, he still couldn't hide his shock.
Not long after, the black-faced monk woke up, feeling numbness in his hands and feet and weakness all over.
When he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Lin and Song Laosan, he immediately recalled what happened just now and said bitterly: "You dare to trick me?"
Zhao Lin smiled and said, "I need a favor from you."
"Wishful thinking, you colluded with bandit cultivators, intending to hijack the spirit boat..."
Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, and he really beat him up. He didn't talk nonsense, and greeted him with several sinister martial arts such as tendon-splitting finger, bone-transforming hand, and heart-stimulating palm.
"It hurts, please spare my life, I promise..."
The black-faced monk was even more miserable than Song Laosan. He cried for his father and mother and agreed to everything.
"Very good, please help me write a few words here..."
Zhao Lin gave the messenger talisman to the black-faced monk and asked him to write on it: There are too many things, come and help.
The black-faced monk knew that this was to lure Huang Teng into taking the bait, so he naturally didn't want to give in. However, Zhao Lin gestured with his palm, trembling with fright, and immediately obeyed.
There are generally two ways to return a messenger talisman, one is to find the person, and the other is to return to the transmission tower.
The messenger talisman has the breath left by Huang Teng in advance. As long as the talisman is activated, the messenger talisman will find Huang Teng through the breath and spread the news.
Zhao Lin checked the talisman and made sure there was no problem before releasing it.
"Song Laosan, replay the scene just now."
After Zhao Lin finished speaking, he punched the black-faced monk unconscious and carried him far away to hide.
After seeing Zhao Lin's methods, Song Laosan had no other thoughts and just stood there and waited.
Not long after, Huang Teng rushed over.
Seeing Song Laosan alone, he couldn't help but wonder: "Where is Heipi?"
Song Laosan pretended to be surprised, "I've already taken half of it back. Didn't you encounter it?"
Huang Teng was stunned by the question and said, "No."
Song Laosan shrugged and pointed to the lock bag on the ground, "This is the remaining half, you can take it."
Although Huang Teng was confused, he saw that no one was nearby and Song Laosan was standing far away. He felt relieved and picked up the lock bag.
The same thing happened again, but Huang Teng's reaction was much faster than that of the black-faced monk. When he saw the head, he immediately turned around and ran away without saying a word.
Whoosh!
Zhao Lin shot out the ice blade and blocked Huang Teng's way.
Huang Teng's cultivation level was inferior to that of the black-faced monk. Zhao Lin didn't waste much effort and used an iron ruler to smash open the aura shield and captured him in one fell swoop.
(End of chapter)
