Facing Ichimu's wary look, Sanshi saw Ichimu's almost crazy face, and knew that Ichimu was completely crazy at this moment.
He has already come this far and has given up everything.
Anyone who messes with him now will become his enemy.
Or, he would give up his entire life's cultivation, and even his own life, to kill Chen Bei here, and then take Chen Bei and his treasures back to Mo Mei.
Or, in this battle with Chen Bei, he can inspire his own potential, break through the shackles, and reach a higher level.
Sanshi wants to say that he is a lunatic, but if they were not crazy, they would not be where they are today.
"Get out!" Yimu looked at Sanshi warily.
At this moment, he was really fighting with Chen Bei. It would not be impossible if Sanshi, his grandson, could fight him behind his back.
Sanshi suddenly felt hard to explain. He glanced at the fire stick in his hand and hurriedly explained: "Fellow Taoist, it's it!"
Sanshi didn't know how this dead thing affected his sanity, but it was indeed because he took one more look at the fire stick just now that he had murderous intentions towards Kazuki.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sanshi felt his hands go cold, and a bewitching voice sounded in his mind again:
"They are all exhausted. Aren't these treasures yours? With them, you will be the next Penglai Pavilion Master."
At this moment, Sanshi was deeply moved.
Looking at Yimu again, he no longer had the intention of exonerating himself. Instead, he looked like he was looking at a gold ingot.
"Duh!"
Ichimu was originally irritated by Chen Bei, but now Sanshi suddenly became ill and unleashed murderous intent on him. Although Ichimu was puzzled, he did not dare to really break his face.
A sharp shout was like an enlightenment, which briefly restored Sanshi's clarity.
But then, Sanshi's expression suddenly changed.
"How brave, how dare you despise me!"
After saying that, Sanshi raised his hand, holding a fire stick, and hit Yimu.
"Crazy!" If Yimu didn't know that the three stones in front of him were affected by this black stick, then his life of more than a hundred years would have been in vain.
Ichimu avoided Sanshi's thrusting stick.
Then he struck Sanshi's chest with a palm.
Sanshi, who was even affected by the fire stick, moved a little slowly, but was split into pieces by the old Taoist priest's palm. He fell down and hit the jade seal. With a pop, a mouthful of blood spurted out.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a joke:
"Two masters, what's going on? Why did one of our own do it first?"
Chen Bei's voice was filled with ridicule and ridicule, causing Sanshi and Yimu to both raise their heads.
Just when the two were having a disagreement, Chen Bei quietly appeared above them.
"It's you!" Sanshi tightened the fire stick in his hand. After all, this thing is very weird. His own spirit can be controlled silently, which proves that this is definitely a treasure, and he will never let go easily.
Chen Bei raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly: "Master, your mind still needs to be strengthened. Why can't you resist any temptation?"
Saying that, Chen Bei looked at Yimu again: "Master, he just wanted to kill you and seize the treasure! You just let him go?"
"If it were me, I would definitely go to Penglai and ask them to give an explanation!"
After Sanshi heard this, he finally couldn't help it and was so angry that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
How hateful!
"Little beast! You are looking for death!"
Sanshi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, kicked his feet, and a dark silver glow appeared on his whole body again.
With the power of his physical body, he killed directly towards Chen Bei.
Chen Bei looked at Sanshi who was like a cannonball, his expression did not change, he used his backhand to use the peach wood sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he slashed at Sanshi's right hand with his backhand.
After all, this old guy still has his fire stick.
Sanshi was born out of anger, and this attack was completely out of order. When Chen Bei swung his sword, Sanshi panicked and hurriedly used the fire stick in his hand to block it.
But Chen Bei suddenly changed his move. The sword that was originally meant to be struck down suddenly changed his move after seeing Sanshi's response clearly, and stabbed Sanshi's wrist directly.
The moment he touched his wrist, Chen Bei felt as if he had hit an iron wall.
The mahogany sword that originally seemed indestructible only left a red mark on Sanshi's wrist.
Chen Bei's eyes narrowed and he immediately raised his sword. The fire stick was lifted into the air by Chen Bei's sword.
Chen Bei raised his hand, and the fire stick flew towards Chen Bei hurriedly like a child who had been wronged outside.
Holding the fire stick in his hand, Chen Bei smiled, looked at Sanshi and thanked:
"Master, thank you very much."
After letting go of the fire stick, Sanshi felt that he had been humiliated. He didn't expect that he would be ridiculed by a junior one after another, and he felt even more furious.
Looking at Yimu again, he got a chance to adjust his breath, took a few breaths of spiritual energy, and finally suppressed his violent heart.
But the look in Chen Bei's eyes was still full of evil.
"Give me back the Talisman Sword, and I will spare your life!"
"Pfft!"
Hearing this, Chen Bei couldn't help laughing.
"You are really not afraid of the wind blowing your tongue."
"Look at you three."
The disdain in Chen Bei's eyes was undisguised: "One of you is still like a dog after being injured. Which one of you is not disgraced? How can you have the nerve to say anything about my life? I'll spare your life."
"Seeing that it is not easy for you to live at such an old age, as long as you hand over all the treasures you have, I can consider letting you go."
The two people were instantly angered by Chen Bei's words.
"Shu Zi, you dare!"
Sanshi shouted angrily at Chen Bei, and Yimu also glared at Chen Bei.
Suddenly, a shocking sound of chanting was heard coming from the ground.
The sound was illusory and ethereal, as if it came from the heavenly palace. When it fell on people's ears, it only made people feel peaceful and peaceful. Even in their hearts, people had a slight desire to surrender, as if they had really seen the gods. Buddha-like.
Chen Bei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down. On the ice, he saw old monk Huiming sitting on it, like an enlightened monk, reciting scriptures silently, and every time he recited a word, The sutra turned into a golden stream of air and submerged between heaven and earth. Only then did people feel that the sound of chanting sutras came from the sky.
"Two fellow Taoists, I will help you to punish this evil thief right now!"
Buddhism is indeed good at mental control. The scriptures had an invisible sound and fell in Chen Bei's ears. Chen Bei felt as if 80% of his strength had been drained away.
Even, there was a trace of guilt in my heart. I just felt that I had sinned many times and wanted to commit suicide.
