Looking at the magic pattern that suddenly appeared under his feet, Monk Yunzhou's eyes were serious, but there was no look of panic on his face.
At this time, he stared at the lines of the Dharma pattern under his feet, and said with a look of astonishment: "This, this is?!"
"Is this the dragon prison pattern of the previous generation of holy monks that has been lost?!"
"How, how could it be in your hands?!"
As he spoke, Holy Monk Yunzhou stared at the Dharma patterns on the ground with his eyes wide open, for fear of missing any detail!
Even after the pattern was formed, starting from the feet of Holy Monk Yunzhou, he could no longer move at all, but the Holy Monk still didn't care.
Seeing Holy Monk Yunzhou like this, Yang Ning smiled and said: "There are countless souls imprisoned in my wind chime, and there seems to be an unknown minion among them, who has a very arrogant name, Dragon Prison."
"At first, I thought he really had a record of imprisoning dragons."
"But later I discovered that it was just a fantasy that Zhan Wuzha had pursued his whole life."
As he spoke, Yang Ning's smile gradually showed a look of disdain: "He didn't even see what a dragon looked like until he died. It's really ridiculous."
Imprisoned by Yang Ning's magic patterns, Yunzhou Saint Monk was nothing but inferior to others in terms of skills.
But when he heard that Yang Ning was belittling his predecessor, Holy Monk Yunzhou said angrily: "I have been in seclusion all year round. Although my ears, eyes and nose are blocked, I know that this is the age of the end of the Dharma, and ordinary dragons cannot survive at all!"
"How could anyone have seen a real dragon!"
"As for the act of imprisoning the dragon, let alone that, someone can only do it in illusory legends!"
Yang Ning hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "Well, it seems that your ears and eyes are really blocked."
"About this issue, if you have the chance, you can ask Long Yin."
"Of course, this premise is that you can survive today."
"Well, in order not to bully you, I promise that I will only draw the same stroke on this pattern. As for you, for the sake of your age, you can do whatever you want."
After speaking, Yang Ning took a step back.
As he took a step back, suddenly, the prison dragon pattern at the feet of Holy Monk Yunzhou seemed to come alive. The lines of the pattern were like wildly growing plants, almost breaking through the ground and facing Yunzhou. The holy monk got wrapped around him!
Saint Monk Yunzhou stared at the vivid lines of formations and suddenly shouted loudly. He quickly drew dots with his hands in the air. In the blink of an eye, several lines of spells appeared next to the dragon-prisoning lines at his feet!
Immediately, the crazy growth of the prison dragon pattern was restrained, but this was just the beginning. The prison dragon pattern bound by those few spell patterns was like a tiger trapped in a cage, constantly moving towards the pattern that restrained it. Attack!
However, the spell patterns just laid down by the Yunzhou Saint Monks are quickly dimming. Obviously, it is only a matter of time before the Prisoner Dragon's spell marks are broken through.
Seeing this, Holy Monk Yunzhou quickly struck down a few more spells, which made the Dragon Prisoner's spell become a little more honest.
Yang Ning looked at it and said: "Well, if this continues, it might not be a solution, but your body and bones are suffering from old sins!"
After speaking, Yang Ning ignored the old holy monk and turned to look at the battle beside him.
Behind him, the battle in Willy's Hotel was drawing to a close.
When he rushed in, the white hair in a black suit had turned into red hair when he came out, covered in blood.
He stood in front of the broken glass door of Willy Hotel, with a proud look on his face, raised his head, and made a gesture of holding a horn.
With one hand he put the non-existent speaker in his hand to his mouth, and with the other hand he pointed carelessly at Willy's Hotel behind him. "Red Hair" shouted with dignity: "Idol!"
"Everyone inside is stunned!"
"I, the white wolf did it!"
Yang Ning turned her head and looked in front of her again. The scene had indeed been cleaned up.
Blood all over the ground.
However, most of them were knocked to the ground or suffered minor injuries. Only those who had something in their hands or who had high morale and wanted to give it a try were completely dead.
In the past, people like Bai Lang hid in Tianxiang, and the only people they were afraid of were the monks.
But now, the arrival of Yang Ning makes them no longer afraid of the monks headed by the Seven Saint Monks.
Therefore, let alone killing a few people here, even if Yang Ning asked them to enter the Buddhist Association of Tianxiang Buddha Country, they would not hesitate at all.
Bang!
A blood-stained pistol fell to the ground and made a sound. The man with the devil's mark on his forehead and two swords hanging at his waist grabbed the team leader who had just ordered to kill Yang Ning and lifted it like a chicken. Throw it in front of Yang Ning.
Yang Ning frowned and said, "What are you doing? What do you mean?"
The man was stunned for a moment, then understood.
He raised his hand and flicked the scimitar at his waist, and a cold light like moonlight flashed through, and swoosh——
The leader's head instantly flew into the sky.
Yang Ning nodded with satisfaction, turned around and walked into Willy Hotel.
He threw a stack of US dollars at the front desk and said, "Please book the most expensive room, thank you."
Naturally, no one could answer Yang Ning in the hotel where everyone was dead.
But Yang Ning repeated again: "Please give me the most expensive room, thank you."
Ding dong!
On the empty bar, the computer sounded an operation prompt, and a figure gradually appeared in front of Yang Ning.
Looking at this man, Yang Ning said slowly: "Brother Qiangzi, I'm sorry, I came two years late."
The "man" grinned at Yang Ning and said with a very cheerful smile: "As long as you can come!"
"I didn't expect that I didn't see you when I was alive, but I saw you when I was dead!"
"Chengcheng, you have grown up, but you are still so kind. I remember that the trafficker gave us half a piece of steamed bun each. I was too big to eat, so you gave me half of yours... .”
"I remember it!"
The "man" gradually burst into tears as he spoke. He quickly went to get the room card and handed it to Yang Ning, only to find that his hand had gone directly through the room card.
He smiled lightly, and then the room card automatically flew to Yang Ning.
Taking the room card, Yang Ning asked: "How did you die? Do you remember?"
Brother Qiangzi showed a bit of anger on his face and said: "At first, a few friends and I didn't know that the hotel owner hated Xia people. We came here to work illegally, but he deducted our wages, argued with him, and were beaten. Had a meal."
"We ran out to report the crime, but the staff here handed me over to the owner of the hotel. As a result, I and two other people among us were beaten to death!"
Yang Ning nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Qiangzi, that boss won't live long."
Brother Qiangzi hesitated to speak. He had something to say, but the words changed when he reached his mouth: "Thank you Chengcheng!"
Yang Ning knew what he wanted to say, and pointed to the door. He smiled and said, "The security guard who handed you over to the hotel owner is dead."
"My head is flying to the sky."
After Yang Ning finished speaking, Brother Qiangzi was stunned for a while, and then a relieved smile appeared at the corner of his mouth little by little.
At the same time, his body gradually became thinner.
He looked at Yang Ning walking towards the stairs, his eyes full of emotion.
"Thank you, Chengcheng..."
"In this world, those who can seek justice for our dead are all good people."
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