In popular terms, the Three Realms and Six Realms represent the Three Realms of Heaven, Earth and Man, Buddha, Demons, Demons, Gods, Humans, and Ghosts.

In fact, no matter which way it is said, if you dig deeper, it is also the same truth.

And no matter which kind of cultivation method among the six realms, Buddhism, magic skills, martial arts, etc., but any spell that targets the soul from a distance must be connected with the soul power of the target through a special magic circle.

And this thing is divided into two kinds, one is the object, which comes from the target itself, such as blood and hair, and the other is the foreign object, which has some relationship with the target, such as photos, used clothes, etc.

If the Tao is not high, you can only use your own object, and then use the magic circle to affect the target's soul to achieve the desired effect, and once you reach a certain level of cultivation, you can use foreign objects to affect the target's soul.

If the cultivation is advanced enough, you can even directly take the target soul thousands of miles away, or directly let the target's soul fly away without knowing it, of course, it also depends on the level of the target's cultivation.

And the Taoist priest in front of him is obviously not very good at cultivation, but how can he use a photo to affect Wang Mu's soul?

Although the distance is a little far, Wang Mu's eyesight can still clearly see Huang Kaiwen's movements, the other party just used a dagger to stick to a photo, don't think about it, that photo is also Wang Mu's, and Wang Mu did feel a little uncomfortable at that moment, this is the effect of the soul being affected.

Ignoring it, Wang Mu frowned slightly and continued to watch.

"Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit, Taishang Laojun is like a law! Give me a Dharma Body, open the Soul Array!" Standing on the high altar, Huang Kaiwen began to twitch with his teeth and claws, sometimes stomping on the ground, sometimes shaking his head, chanting words in his mouth, and pinching out a strange seal with both hands.

When the last word fell, Huang Kaiwen suddenly opened his eyes, sighed, and shot out the blood-colored dagger inserted in the photo.

"Hehe, this god stick is so funny!" In the abandoned building in the distance, Yan Kuan leaned on the window and scratched his buttocks.

No one paid attention to him, only Ye Feng gave him a cold look.

There was a sudden sound of wind in the compound, and the lights seemed to dim, but there was a blood-colored light spreading out on the altar.

It was the brilliance of the blood-colored dagger, and as Huang Kaiwen's seal was played, the dagger trembled violently, and the red light was flourishing, as if it was alive, and at the same time, the dense blood-colored streamer flowed like viscous blood into Wang Mu's photo.

Wang Mu narrowed his eyes, and his gaze flickered exquisitely on the dagger, no wonder this Taoist priest had such strength, it turned out to be the credit of this dagger, and it was indeed a good magic weapon.

"Brother Mu, do you want to act? You'll be fine, right?" Ye Feng saw that something was wrong, because with the movements of the Taoist priest, there were strange changes in the space on their side, especially around Wang Mu, the temperature of the space dropped rapidly, and a bone-piercing cold hit people's hearts.

Wang Mu stood still, continued to shake his head, and said with a playful smile: "No, with his cultivation, he can't hurt me." ”

It's not arrogance, it's emboldenance!

Wang Mu's master, the abbot of Kongshan, cultivated to reach the sixth order of Buddhism, on the first day of Wang Mu's mountain, he once divined a hexagram for Wang Mu's life, and the result was that nothing was calculated, but the abbot of Kongshan was eaten by Wang Mu's strange numerology and vomited a lot of blood.

And from the perspective of the spiritual power used, this Taoist priest in front of him is at best the cultivation in the early stage of foundation building, and he is not even a third-order Buddhist disciple in the conversion, how can he hurt him with this kind of long-range soul dementoring array!

At this moment, the red light on the blood-colored dagger had already submerged the entire photo, and Wang Mu in the photo completely turned blood-colored, and immediately, the blood-colored person slowly flew away from the photo as if he was alive, and then suddenly sank into the dagger.

"Zheng...... Click!"

The dagger that had absorbed the figure of Wang Mu suddenly let out a deafening buzz, and under the strong shaking, the wooden table was directly shattered.

At the same time, Wang Mu, who was diagonally opposite, felt his heart panic for a moment, this was the result of the other party's soul array working, but it was only for a moment, and then, he felt a warm current emanating from his neck, spreading all over his body in an instant, like a river surging and majestic like the sea.

"it, brother, you're bright!" Yan Kuan's eyes widened, and he found that Wang Mu's whole body suddenly appeared with a halo of colored light.

"Buzz...... Bang...... Poof!"

As soon as Yan Kuan's words fell, on the altar, the wooden table in front of Huang Kaiwen completely shattered, the blood-colored dagger bounced off automatically, the handle hit his chest, and the blood light spread out a large ripple.

Kevin Huang vomited blood, the wind subsided, everything returned to impermanence, and he failed.

"Why, how can this be?" he said with difficulty, looking up at the dagger in his hand.

Just when the dagger absorbed the residual soul qi in Wang Mu's photo, locked Wang Mu's soul, and prepared to affect Wang Mu's soul with the subtlety of numerology, a majestic force suddenly appeared in the dagger, and Huang Kaiwen's cultivation could not be stopped at all, which was also blocked by this dagger, otherwise Huang Kaiwen would never have spit out only a mouthful of blood.

It felt like forcibly reversing a rotating gear, but he didn't want the torque of the gear to be far stronger than he thought, and as a result, stealing chickens would not be a counter-erosion!

"Stinky, life is quite hard!" Taking a deep breath, Huang Kaiwen eased up a bit, and looked down at the group of suit-clad men gathered under the altar, planning to use other methods to deal with Wang Mu.

There are many people who have a hard life, but it is not accidental, but there is a reason, the so-called reincarnation of cause and effect, everything has a reason. People with a hard life either did too many good things in their previous life, or they did too many bad things, or they were related to some big people in the Three Realms and Six Realms, or they were big people in their previous lives, and they didn't do nothing anyway.

And with Huang Kaiwen's cultivation, it is not enough to curse these hard-nosed people.

Of course, he will not be because Wang Mu's life is hard because he was a big man in his previous life, after all, there are too many people in the world who have a hard life, and there are various reasons.

However, if he learned that Wang Mu's master, the abbot of the empty mountain of the sixth-order Buddhist disciple would be counterattacked by Wang Mu's numerology, I don't know if he would think like this.

"It's time. In the dilapidated building diagonally opposite, the colored light on Wang Mu's body had already dissipated, he chuckled lightly and picked up the bomb remote control.

Hearing this, Ye Feng suddenly became serious, his hands were raised extremely skillfully, and a domineering sniper rifle was set up on the window, and Yan Kuan also looked at Wang Mu.

"Say hi to him. Glancing at Yan Kuan, Wang Mu smiled playfully.

"Okay!" Yan Kuan raised his eyebrows, Yan Kuan was also excited, trotted to another window, made a trumpet shape with his hands on his lips, and shouted towards the courtyard in the distance.

"Hi...... Brother Stick...... Look this way!"

The voice of the shouting broke echoed in the air like a pig.

"Hiss!" Huang Kaiwen, who was about to step off the altar, gasped and suddenly looked back in the direction of the dilapidated building.

Although the night was dark, Kevin Huang still saw a trumpet-shaped figure in the window of the black hole.

The group of killers around the altar below also became nervous, their eyes became cold, and they raised their hands and pulled out the guns at their waists.

"I'll grass your uncle......" Huang Kaiwen was staring at Yan Kuan, Yan Kuan's broken gong voice sounded again, and he also raised his middle finger.

Huang Kaiwen's face suddenly sank, and his fists clenched.

"There is a kind, just stand in front of me and say!" staring at Yan Kuan in the window, Huang Kaiwen gritted his teeth and said.

At this time, the black hole window had some light for no reason, and Wang Mu's face appeared in the window, obviously there was no light, but Wang Mu's face was so bright in the dark.

He shook the remote control in his hand at Huang Kaiwen, and said with a wicked smile: "Hey, it's my turn to make a move now, get ready." ”

It's not a tall sound, but it's enough for everyone within a kilometer to hear it clearly.

"Is that you?" Huang Kaiwen exclaimed, because he had been with Wang Mu's photo for several days, so he easily recognized the other party.

All of a sudden, Huang Kaiwen's heart burned with anger, he now knew that the corpse he found in the morning was Wang Mugan's, and just now he was eaten by his own magic circle and dagger, the other party must have seen it clearly, it was too embarrassing!

He could even think of the laughing expressions on the faces of those people just now when they saw him being counterattacked.

The more he thought about it, the more gloomy Huang Kaiwen's face became, he straightened his waist again, clenched the dagger in his hand, and locked on the black thing in Wang Mu's hand with a vicious gaze.

"Okay, then you can try! I want to see if your magic weapon is powerful, or my magic weapon is powerful!" A dark smile appeared on his face as much as possible, and Huang Kaiwen shouted in a deep voice.

"No, no, no," Wang Mu smiled evilly, shook the remote control in his hand again, raised his sword eyebrows and said: "Fool, you can see clearly, this is not a magic weapon, this is a remote control." ”

Huang Kaiwen was puzzled and muttered to himself: "Remote control, what remote control?"

The group of black-clothed killers below realized something, and glanced at each other, all of them showing a hint of ominousness.

"The bomb remote control, of course. Wang Mu's smile became brighter and brighter.

The melodious voice penetrates into people's ears, and it is as shocking as a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"Team leader, run, there's a bomb!" shouted a suit killer.

Huang Kaiwen was also shocked, and turned around and planned to jump directly from the altar.

However, Wang Mu had already pressed the remote control.

"Boom!"

Dust and smoke burst into the sky, and the flames soared into the sky.

The nearly 20-meter-high wooden frame shattered, the flying wood chips fought like bullets, and the monstrous fire spread everywhere.

Huang Kaiwen was blown up at the first time, and after he landed, the whole person turned into black charcoal, and there was no sound.

And the dozen or so men in suits, because they were all gathered under the altar, although they reacted to dodge at the first time, they were all blown up lightly.

More than a dozen people all fell to the ground, some were rolling in pain, some were stunned on the spot, a few were struggling to get up, and three or four died on the spot.