Chapter 452: Purple Smoke Rises in the Sun
The style of the incense burner is extremely ordinary, so ordinary that it is like an ordinary temple or Taoist temple. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½
The incense burner was used to insert incense and burn incense, but the shopkeeper of the main building did not insert a few incense sticks into the incense burner, what he did was to take out another thing and shine it on the incense burner.
It was a ball the size of an egg, and it glowed like daylight.
There is a saying in the world that "the sun shines on the incense burner and produces purple smoke", so the light on the ball shines on the incense burner, and there is really purple smoke swirling up.
When the shopkeeper of the main building saw the smoke, his face was solemn and solemn.
He didn't pinch the trick, nor did he induce any means, but he easily opened the ball and suspended it lightly, and then folded his hands together and slowly bowed towards the rising purple smoke.
There was no wind here, but with his worship, the purple smoke moved.
Like the smoke of a cooking house blown by a breeze, the purple smoke swayed lightly and dispersed, towards the place of retreat.
If the smoke is thick, it can be seen clearly, but if the smoke is thin, it will not be visible to the naked eye.
The purple smoke was only lightly dispersed by the invisible breeze, which was naturally difficult to see with the naked eye, and not only with the naked eye, but also with divine sense, even if it was the art of listening to bones, don't even think about it.
The smoke drifted in and down silently, came to the retreat of Xiao Yong, came to his body, and then breathed into his body with Xiao Yong's breath.
Everything was carried out as expected by the shopkeeper of the main building.
With this process, I don't think there will be any deviation in the results.
The corner of the shopkeeper's mouth smiled, and in this smile, he bowed respectfully.
The wind that was already there made the purple smoke sway again, and it also let more of it disperse lightly.
It's still so untraceable, unnoticed.
But the shopkeeper of the main building knew that the divine power of Ziyan was about to be revealed.
Sure enough, Xiao Yong, who was at the critical juncture of the retreat, frowned at the next moment, and a painful look flashed between his eyebrows.
When the shopkeeper of the main building found out about this, he put away his smile, reappeared with a solemn and solemn look, and then patted his hands silently three times, bowed again, and bowed to Ziyan again.
Only the shopkeeper of the main building could hear a "bang" sound, and the light on the lightly suspended ball brightened, causing the purple smoke to rise sharply.
Then the light of the ball was lost, and it became dim, but it was also a large purple smoke that disappeared in an instant.
It is to disappear, not to dissipate.
This is not an accident, the head office knows, things are ...... It was done right away.
Turning over his hand to put away the ball, holding the incense burner with both hands, the shopkeeper of the main building waited for a while, raised his foot, and entered the door.
Whether it was the forbidden formation that had been arranged, or the trap mechanism, it was not triggered in the rude action of the shopkeeper of the main building.
The shopkeeper of the main building came to the place of Xiao Yong's retreat without any obstacles, and saw that the painful look between his eyebrows had spread to Xiao Yong's entire face.
Walking in, stepping lightly, the door was closed, and the shopkeeper of the main building looked at Xiao Yong and said: "Xiaoyou, you have been defeated, and you are not spared suffering, so you should be my servant obediently." ā
Said to be a servant, in fact, it is similar to life and death and even thoughts to be controlled by the head of the building shopkeeper of the puppet-like existence, bravely endured the pain, opened his eyes to look at the head of the shopkeeper, and said: "It's you, it's still far away!"
The shopkeeper of the main building is very aware of the power of purple smoke, and it must be known that this thing is an existence that will be warmed for thousands of years if it is used once, and Xiao Yong encountered it at an important juncture of retreat, and there is no possibility of being hit.
And after being tricked, Xiao Yong is actually a waste person at this moment, although it is only temporary, but it can also make the head office shopkeeper refine it into a puppet.
It's just that the potential of Xiao Yong is too high, and if he is only refined into a puppet, his realm may be set, which would be too wasteful.
Because the shopkeeper of the main building wants to refine it into a servant, although he is absolutely controlled, there is also room for growth.
And the brave refusal caused the shopkeeper of the head building to sigh with regret: "Little friend, in this way, your potential will be wasted." ā
Xiao Yong grinned and said, "It can't be wasted." ā
The shopkeeper of the main building paused slightly, and his brave performance was relatively calm, which made him feel a bad feeling, but when he carefully perceived the full use of the function of Ziyan, he felt that he was thinking too much.
In any case, let's stop the courage completely.
As for whether to refine into a puppet or a servant, it depends on the result of soul searching.
If...... There are a lot of things that a soul searcher can get, such as searching for legendary inheritances and the like, refining them into puppets, and inheriting those inheritances for themselves.
If...... If it's not as terrible as the potential of inheritance and the like, then see if there are any fatal flaws in Xiaoyong, such as loving a certain woman or something, and then using this to threaten to make him surrender and refine him into a servant.
In fact, the shopkeeper of the main building is not without the kind of means of forcibly refining someone into a servant, but that kind of method is still useful for ordinary monks, and the effect is not high for demons like Xiaoyong.
Without thinking much about it, the shopkeeper of the main building changed the incense burner he was holding with both hands to one hand, and walked to Xiao Yong with a slight step.
"Little friend, if you want to blame it, you are too confident. ā
Xiao Yong is indeed confident, so he is confident that there are no Dharma protectors left in this retreat, and even spiritual pets such as strange fish have been sent out to participate in the battle.
The free palm of the shopkeeper of the main building was gently raised between his words, and fell gently, falling towards the top of the brave head.
The shopkeeper of the main building is going to search for souls, he ...... Failed to find the soul because a short knife pierced his palm.
The shopkeeper of the main building was full of surprise and even puzzled and dazed, such a precious purple smoke clearly played a role, this brave should temporarily become a waste person, and this kind of waste person should not be difficult to move his hands and feet, and his consciousness is difficult to use?
What happened to all of a sudden, even faster, than he had imagined?
The mind failed to keep up, but the action went first.
The shopkeeper of the main building removed the hand that was pressed and pushed out the hand holding the incense burner.
"It's all this time, and you're still using this thing, you're really smart enough. ā
The look of pain on Xiao Yong's face was thicker, but there was a mixed smile.
On the other hand, the face of the shopkeeper of the main building changed sharply, and then he noticed that the hand holding the incense burner appeared numb for a moment.
The numbness was followed by severe pain, but the shopkeeper of the main building only felt a flash of knife light in front of him, and the hand holding the incense burner was elbow-level and detached.
That's not all, what's even more terrifying is that there is a feeling of weakness at the wound that spreads upward, and that feeling ...... It's like being hit by purple smoke and about to turn into waste.
"No...... Impossible!" The shopkeeper of the main building exclaimed, his body retreated violently, and the intact hand pinched out the fingers of the sword, and quickly pointed out to the arm of the severed hand, suppressing the spread of powerlessness upward.