Seeing Lu Yuan standing still, Wang Li did not get carried away, but continued to issue spells.
As the power of the spell continued to increase, Lu Yuan felt that the remaining half of his body would slowly freeze.
By that time, it will truly be time to die!
This guy must be hiding somewhere in the room.
Lu Yuan silently recited the "Heart Mantra" to resist the spell and quickly searched the room.
Surrounded by nothing but walls, there are still walls.
wall?
An idea struck him, and his eyes focused on the wall again.
He saw the wall move just now, and now the place started to squirm again.
It turns out that kid is hiding in the wall!
Lu Yuan's spirit suddenly perked up. His left side was controlled by the Immobilization Spell and he was unable to move. Fortunately, his right hand was fine for the time being.
He immediately activated the flying sword and stabbed hard at a small raised wall on the wall.
"Crack!"
The flying sword gave Lu Yuan a soft touch.
The wall suddenly moved and then quickly shrank back.
A muffled groan came from it.
At the same time, Lu Yuan felt that the left side of his body was slightly relaxed.
"Huh...you little demon master still has two brushes." Wang Li's voice floated up from the air again, "But you hurt me!"
The voice seemed a little angry.
As soon as he finished speaking, four black beams of light struck from different angles.
Lu Yuan took a closer look and saw that the light beam was actually composed of the physical words of the spell!
Knowing that the person coming was evil, he immediately commanded the flying sword to attack him. :
But as soon as the sword edge came closer, the words quickly fell apart, and soon they were reassembled into sentences.
The light beam sentence seemed to fly slowly and leisurely, but in fact it was very fast. It flew to Lu Yuan's limbs in a few seconds and stuck firmly to them.
A chill that penetrated the bone marrow was immediately transmitted from the limbs to the mind. Lu Yuan's limbs seemed to be nailed to pillars, unable to move at all.
He wanted to use mystical skills to break free, but the power contained in those words was like a vast sea, coming in wave after wave. The old strength is passing away, and the new strength has taken over.
The conjurer uses the power of words.
After Cangjie coined the Chinese character, it was recorded in history books that "it rains from the sky and ghosts cry at night."
Because after the invention of writing, some people would specialize in their duties, and relatively fewer people would produce food. In order to prevent people from starving, God sent heavy rains of corn.
The ghosts and gods knew that after the invention of writing, their ugly crimes would be recorded in writing and passed down forever, so they became afraid and cried every night.
With such power and sixth-level cultivation, it is normal for Lu Yuan to have difficulty breaking free.
"Okay, this is decent. Hehe!"
Wang Li walked out of the wall while talking.
It was a young man who looked to be in his twenties. Red lips, white teeth, half black and half blue hair.
The monk's true age is harder to tell at a glance.
Some monks may be more than two hundred years old, but because of the use of certain elixirs or illusions, they may only look twenty or thirty years old.
Especially for female cultivators, this situation is even more common.
Therefore, when monks see a beautiful woman, they usually suppress their inner enthusiasm. Maybe she is a great-grandmother who is over a hundred years old.
Lu Yuan fell to the ground and struggled, glaring angrily: "Despicable villain, you actually plotted like this!"
"Hahahaha!" Wang Li laughed, "Fighting is all about taking people's lives. How can there be any overt and covert plotting? Boy, your skills are inferior to others, what else can you say?"
"I have nothing to say about the dirty tricks."
Wang Li looked at Lu Yuan and said, "Huh? You kid, could it be my misunderstanding? I feel like you are not a pure human being. You seem to have... demon blood!"
"Whether I am a human or a monster, what does it have to do with you?!" Lu Yuan scolded angrily.
"This is a big deal," Wang Li geared up as he walked. "I've been refining a very important elixir recently, and I'm in need of someone with this special half-human, half-demon physique to serve as a guide for the elixir. I'm sorry, I'll reward you for this. It's a matter of fate, hahaha! God has eyes!"
When Lu Yuan heard this, his heart suddenly became cold: What kind of ghost medicine is this?
