Most of the "skills" of thaumaturgy masters are obscure and lackluster. The murders are forgotten, but the merits and fame are hidden deeply.
Mostly so.
In the concept of thaumaturges, the power of a certain magic cannot be judged by its performance.
It's possible that a certain technique may look like a crotch lift, but it's actually very mysterious;
There are also some techniques that look at the operation as fiercely as a tiger, and then look at the pestle in place.
Everything is possible.
But now.
When a strong man named Zheng Shan held two large scimitars burning with black flames and began to spin rapidly.
When the strong wind blew, the night guards on the street were swaying and unable to stand.
When the bluestone tiles on the street and the kiln tiles on the roof were lifted up by the strong wind, they rolled towards the macho man.
When the morning light that stole through the incomplete shadow screen was obscured by the black tornado again.
"Gan! Get out of the way!"
Jun Buxiao wanted to say that this kind of momentum was just to bluff people. How could a thaumaturge's skills be so exaggerated? He was not the monster Feng Bei.
He wanted to comfort himself and others in this way.
But as the hurricane-like moves gathered around the macho man, the tornado mixed with gravel and rubble roared so loudly that it made people's ears buzz. You couldn't help laughing, and only one word was left: "Gan"!
A night guard's expression suddenly changed, and like magic, he took out a second painted bone mask from behind and put it on his face.
He is the real Jun Buxiao!
Jun Buxiao has been hiding among the night guards, facing Zheng Shan as a shadow. No one would have thought that the real Jun Buxiao looks like an ordinary night guard!
"Hee hee hee! You come and come and come! The grass is green, the grass is green, the sky is panic, the earth is vast, mom and dad are giving birth to babies! The wind is blowing and the grass is low, guess where mom and dad are!"
Jun Buxiao sang an inexplicable ballad with a weird laugh and danced happily like an actor. No one could tell that his face was distorted with shock under the mask at this moment. Afterimages shook out from his hands. He quickly tore the scissors on the ground, one after another. Shadows like tentacles disappeared behind the unconscious people.
At the same time, Jun Buxiao touched and shook behind him, and a huge black cloth shook for a long time. The black cloth spun down and completely covered the stunned Night Guards and Xingxiu.
After being "possessed" by the shadows, the common people suddenly came to life and rushed towards the place covered by the curtain. You stepped on me and I stepped on others, and in the blink of an eye, they piled up into a human wall.
The black cloth that could still distinguish the outlines of more than ten people suddenly disappeared, the curtain fell powerlessly, and the outlines of everyone disappeared.
"Dragon! Swing! Tail!"
Soon enough, Zheng Xiu's "nuclear bomb" had finished charging up. He glanced around in his rotating field of vision and found that Jun Buxiao was actually using the people as a human wall, and he cursed in his heart.
Zheng Xiu's "nuclear bomb" rubbed into his hands and had to be released. During the rotation, Zheng Xiu's arms bulged, his muscles were as solid as a rock, clattering, the chains stretched, and there was a faint flash of black electricity on one of the knives, moving forward The stabbing stopped suddenly, and the other knife suddenly collided with the first large scimitar under the inertia of rotation.
The two knives struck, and the black sparks and lightning produced by the collision drew out long threads in the shadow screen. From a distance, it looks like a crack in space.
boom! !
The sound of the two swords clashing was like thunder, and the roofs of the rooms were lifted up layer by layer in the thunderous wind, and rolled up to the sky.
After the thunder, there were continuous explosions and rumblings, and the whole city was raised by billowing sand and dust in the strong wind. Even if Jun Buxiao put on the mask again, he could no longer maintain the curtain of the "shadow show". In an instant, the black shadow was torn open like a piece of stone. Zheng Xiu had no time to pay attention to the prompts such as "Challenge Success" flashed in front of him. Carrying the Fengbei scroll, he spread his wings and flew out towards the torn hole. The figure disappeared in the morning light in the blink of an eye, blinking against the rising sun. There is only a small dot left in the room.
I do not know how long it has been.
In Nuo Da's General Town, only Dou Xie was still standing, holding a few torn pages of paper in his hands, staring stupidly at the ruins in front of him, unable to move for a long time.
Zheng Xiu took action and faced the city gate. The Dou Xie was just behind Zheng Xiu's sword. At that moment, he was the only one who could see clearly what happened.
Plop.
Dou Xie's knees weakened and he knelt on the ground, his eyes blurred and he murmured: "It's too... too fierce!"
As the rubble was swept up into the air, it fell to the ground.
The streets were in chaos.
call!
A piece of rubble in the center of the street suddenly arched up strangely, and a black curtain shrank from large to small, retracted into Jun Buxiao's hand, and in the blink of an eye turned into a tiny shadow between the fingers.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
The smoke and dust in the air made Jun Buxiao cough. He tried to open his eyes and commanded everyone: "Everyone, be careful! After that guy used such a move, he must be at the end of his weapon! There is nothing to be afraid of!"
It may be hard for even Jun Buxiao to believe what he said, but it stands to reason that there are no restrictions when it comes to magicians using magic. Such powerful magic must have limitations that ordinary people cannot imagine. Jun Buxiao is 60% sure. , this person is not Feng Bei, and he can perform such a magic trick. He may have to burn his life, consume his life span, cut off his limbs, and destroy his five internal organs before he can perform it.
To put it simply, it is krypton life.
By the way, that tough guy must have sacrificed his life to be so powerful.
"Quick! Disperse quickly! If he dies, he will be buried under the rubble! Whoever can find the painting will be rewarded by the Night Lord and fill the vacancy in the stars!"
The Night Guards who survived the "Macho Storm" have long been frightened and have lost their will to fight. The promise made by Shang Xian Si gave them the strength to fight again. First, a few people took the lead. Under the influence of the herd effect, the night guards dispersed one after another, holding on to the magic tricks in their hands, and carefully searching for the macho man. with traces of scrolls.
Although Jun Buxiao was wearing ordinary night guard clothes at the moment, no one regarded him as a night guard.
At this time, Jun Buxiao turned his head and saw Yue Yan with a happy expression. He seemed to be relieved. Thinking of her relationship with the Zheng family, Jun Buxiao snorted: "I have never seen you take action from the beginning to the end. Could he really be with me?" Does Zheng Xiu have an ulterior relationship?"
Yue Yan narrowed her eyes, curled her lips, then raised her fist towards Jun Buxia and pointed to the sky: "Go back to Sir Shang Xian Si, Yue Yan has already laid a dragnet in the sky."
She shook her long sleeves, and the ten fingers hidden in the sleeves shook out. Each finger was connected to a silk thread as thin as hair, and a few bare thread reels hung from the end of the silk thread. "Yueyan, there is not a single bit left." Yeah, I’ve used them all.”
Looking along Yue Yan's finger, Jun Buxiao exhausted his eyes and discovered that a layer of sharp sutures had been laid out in the sky at some point, which was almost invisible.
If the smoke and dust hadn't stained Yue Yan's threads when they fell, leaving a layer of dust hanging on the sutures, maybe we would have had to jump up to see clearly this dragnet.
There was a big hole in the center of the suture net, which was obviously broken by the strong man's move.
Jun Buxiao felt unhappy at the moment, but Yue Yan did take action, and Jun Buxiao did not have an attack.
And Yue Yan added lightly: "Yue Yan also didn't expect that Na Si would forcefully split Master Shang Xian Si's shadow play in the end. Man's fate is not as good as God's."
When Jun Buxiao heard this, his chest felt tight and his throat felt sweet. He felt a mouthful of blood welling up, but it didn't fully come out.
Although Yue Yan didn't say it explicitly, it seemed to be saying that the reason why he didn't block the strong man was because of his inability to string the string, and it was no one else's fault.
At this time, someone dug out the dying Gu Qiutang from the rubble, shouted to others, and asked if there was any [doctor] among us who could save people, but everyone shook their heads.
One of them, Xingxiu, vaguely knew Yueyan's skills, so he waved to Yueyan.
Yue Yan stepped forward reluctantly: "Let me sew up his wound, but my thread has never been used to sew human flesh... This is another rule."
That Xingxu helplessly spread his hands and said: "Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor! We can't let Master Xiaxiansi die here."
Gu Qiutang's eyes were closed tightly. Half of his body was injured by the saw blade and was bloody and bloody. It was extremely miserable. Yue Yan glanced at it for a few times, and finally sighed softly, flicking her fingers, and the needle and thread passed through the air under Gu Qiutang's flesh and blood.
There is no way, Yue Yan knows that she is not off work yet, and she still has to do the work she should do.
The stitches were sewn together, and whether Gu Qiutang could survive in the end had nothing to do with her.
After casually sewing up Gu Qiutang's bloody wound, Yueyan inexplicably heard several strange murmurs coming from her ears, which sounded like footsteps. The wary Yue Yan suddenly turned around and saw that there was no one around her, which made her puzzled.
Dou Xie, who was kneeling in the ruins and holding a few pages of a torn book in his hands, was particularly conspicuous.
Jun Buxiao straightened his mask and walked towards Douxie. Looking at Dou Xie, who was all dirty and still had tears on his face, Jun Buxiao sneered, "Where are the others?"
Dou Xie looked up blankly. He had still not recovered from the shock of the macho man flicking his tail. It was not until Jun Buxiao asked three times that he pointed in the direction of the city gate.
The dust was so thick that it was difficult to see clearly. Jun Buxiao jumped up to the roof and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.
When he could see clearly, Jun Buxiao's pupils were trembling under his mask, and his mouth was opening wider and wider, making it difficult to close it.
I saw that in half of the city, the roofs were lifted off, leaving only four walls. Where the city gate was supposed to be, only half of the low wall remained, and everything above the low wall was missing!
The macho man's sword actually destroyed half of the city!
The more Jun Buxiao thought about it, the more frightened he became. If there weren't countless people lying on the street, and if he hadn't used his shadow to control a few people as human shields at the end, the macho man's sword would not have been slashed horizontally but towards them... If it were not possible for the above-mentioned possibilities, they, including him, would not laugh at all.
Can you survive?
Thinking that he might die, Jun Buxiao felt his mouth was dry and he was speechless for a moment.
"Lord Shangxiansi! Ravens, ravens, something is wrong!"
suddenly.
Someone pointed to the sky and shouted.
The ravens who were supposed to be waiting in the sky for their master's call unexpectedly gathered in a group and flew in a certain direction.
No matter how the night guards called for the raven, the raven seemed not to be heard and disappeared without a trace in the sky. There was not even a raven left in the sky.
The others were ignorant, but Shangxian Sijun Buxiao, who vaguely knew some of Ye Weiyang's secrets, stayed for a moment after seeing the crows moving. Then he sighed, sat on the ground, hammered his shoulders, and relaxed his sore muscles.
Someone asked what the next step was.
Jun Buxiao shook his head.
This time he no longer deliberately used that weird joke, but spoke in a normal tone.
"There's no need to look for it. It's none of our business anymore."
The words are divided into two parts.
When Zheng Xiu took Chu Susu, they ran all the way and flew away from Jiangjun Town.
This body of his is just an incarnation, not a real body of flesh and blood. The seemingly bloody wound stopped bleeding soon after. The blood dripped and then disappeared into bursts of black smoke. The flesh and blood on the wound was slowly squirming and repairing involuntarily.
Although Zheng Xiu defeated the "Shadow Show" with a single move of "Dragon Swinging Tail", but the opponent had a large number of people and combined with thaumaturgy, something might change if they continued to struggle.
Revenge can be avenged at any time, but the most important thing at the moment is to rescue Feng Bei from the ghosts.
Carrying the scroll on his back is like carrying a moving "Fengbei". As long as he is close to the scroll, Zheng Xiu can maintain a normal "wandering" posture and walk without any hindrance.
Convenience is convenience, even more convenient than maintaining a certain distance from Feng Bei at all times. However, Zheng Xiu currently does not know what Feng Bei is experiencing when he is swallowed by the cannibal painting. Even though he is very confident in Feng Bei's strength, Nearly half an hour had passed since Feng Bei was swallowed into the painting. At dawn, Feng Bei still had not broken through the ghost and came out, which made Zheng Xiu unavoidably worried.
After flying dozens of miles, Zheng Xiu slapped his head, turned around and turned back, making a large circle to avoid Jiangjun Town and approach Jiangjun Peak from the other side.
His destination is Yunliu Temple.
At this moment Zheng Xiu had already figured it out.
No wonder Chu Susu stole Gongsun Mo's ancient paintings so easily.
Chu Susu's stealing skills are not completely traceless. No matter how fast Chu Susu strikes, as long as she is prepared, she can still detect it. The master's magical skills were unfathomable. Now that I think about it, there must be something fishy hidden in what the master said.
Gradually rising into the sky, Zheng Xiu appeared in the sky above Yunliu Temple not long after.
Zheng Xiu descended from the sky in a demon-like manner, with no intention of hiding his whereabouts. He landed in the center of the courtyard with a bang, shaking the stacked apricot leaves in the courtyard high into the sky, and turned into a rain of apricot leaves.
Zheng Xiu stood up in the rain of apricot leaves, asked Chu Susu behind him to get down, and walked towards the main hall carrying the scroll.
"Painter Zheng Shan, please see the master!"
Such a movement shocked the whole temple. In a blink of an eye, many ascetics carrying staffs and sticks came angrily towards the earthquake place. At first, they thought that someone threw huge rocks at Yunliu Temple. But when they looked closely, they turned out to be those who had just left Yunliu Temple last night. "Dignified guest", all the ascetics were stunned for a moment, wondering whether they should step forward to stop him.
"Stop! Wait, master won't meet outsiders easily!"
A middle-aged monk had a high status in Yunliu Temple. When everyone didn't know what to do, he pressed his stick behind him and stepped forward to stop them.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
The ink shadows were like smoke, and the wings and ghostly figures disappeared. Zheng Xiu was covered in blood and shouted angrily, like thunder.
[Shock] was triggered, and the middle-aged ascetic who came to block the road suddenly looked horrified. He didn't know what kind of terrifying illusion he saw under the influence of [Shock] combined with the macho man's blood-soaked figure at this moment.
"Oh! How could you smash open the fallen leaves that the monk just swept away!"
A familiar figure hurriedly came around the corner of the main hall, with distressed expression on his face. It was the monk Ruchen who had a lot of fun. It turned out that he had worked hard to sweep the fallen leaves into piles in the courtyard of the main hall. Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he The "Macho Man Landing" was messed up, and he worked all night for nothing, which made Ruchen feel distressed, and it was all written on his face.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die. I want to see Master Wait."
Zheng Xiu was anxious at the moment. He would not give Ruchen face to anyone who would attack him. Ruchen's face changed slightly, and he looked towards the closed palace door as if asking for help.
Zheng Xiu looked indifferent and said softly: "Zheng has doubts in his heart. It concerns human lives. I beg the master to clear up his doubts."
The hall was silent and quiet.
Zheng Xiu signaled Chu Susu to stay where she was and stepped onto the steps alone.
As he walked, he said: "Now Zheng is very anxious. If the master asks Zheng to wait a little longer... Zheng may level this place, including the mountain and the temple. I, Zheng Shan, will do what I say." !”
Zheng Xiu walked up to the second step, his tone was sonorous and powerful, and his determination was clear.
A soft sigh came from the main hall.
"Please come in."
(End of chapter)
