The dissolution of the runes did not cause any change in Yi Tong's expression, giving people the feeling that he had expected this scene for a long time.

So he went on to release the second rune.

The ink was still lingering slowly.

Yi Tong's rune hit the ink.

The ink shook for a moment, then faded a lot.

But once again, the runes were dissolved.

Yi Tong's face finally changed slightly.

He frowned, his index finger shaking rapidly in mid-air, and drew two runes in one breath.

One of the runes continued to attack Mo, while the other rune was looking for a flaw in Mo, hoping to attack Ling Zhaoyan from the flaw.

But what Yi Tong didn't expect was that he couldn't find the flaws in "ink".

This simple "ink" has built such an unbreakable line of defense.

Who is secretly protecting Ling Zhaoyan?

Yi Tong's eyes began to search the house.

Except for those warrior monks who had just run in, Yi Tong, the original thirteen people in the house, all knew each other, these people had no reason to help Ling Zhaoyan, and even Master Xinpan, who had been speaking for Ling Zhaoyan, had no words at this moment.

Then the protection can only come from those warrior monks who have just run in.

There was a "traitor" mixed in with it.

It's a pity that Yi Tong has no way to find out the "traitor" in the shortest possible time.

can use a "ink" to block his own runes, and this person's realm is also a divine realm.

Since they can't find out, they can only continue to persecute.

Yi Tong took a deep breath and drew again.

This time, the runes are very simple.

But it's even more powerful than the previous runes.

That ink seemed to have sensed something, it was originally only one foot wide, but after feeling the power of the rune, the width suddenly skyrocketed to about three feet, turning into a wall, Ling Zhaoyan only had his head and calves exposed, and the rest of the body was blocked by this ink wall.

"Break it for me!" Yi Tong bit his cheek and scolded in a low voice.

A scene that surprised everyone happened.

The runes collided with the ink wall, and dense cracks appeared on the ink wall, but ...... Still not broken.

"How could it be. ”

Yi Tong was dumbfounded, and suddenly felt as if he was strangled by something, and his breathing became a little difficult, with each breath, the air in his lungs would be squeezed out, and several ribs even made a subtle clicking sound.

Yi Tong didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly urged the aura to draw six runes in a row, and finally got rid of this terrible state, and after flashing to the side, he even gasped for breath, and his face became ugly.

"Who the hell is it!" Yi Tong's expression was a little hideous, and he shouted.

A person came out of the group of warrior monks.

Unlike other warrior monks, she wears a long robe, a monk's hat, and a relatively small figure, which contrasts sharply with the warrior monks around her.

Strange to say, her figure is very easy to attract attention, especially among a group of tall warrior monks, who can almost immediately notice her.

But when the warrior monks rushed in just now, no one noticed the existence of this "warrior monk" at all.

It was as if she had come out of nowhere.

Yi Tong actually roughly guessed her identity, because the people who used "ink" as a means of attack couldn't pick out a few in the entire wilderness.

However, he still wanted to see the other party's true face with his own eyes.

"Take off your hat. Yi Tong said.

This warrior monk takes off his hat.

A long waterfall of hair fell on the back of his head.

She looked up and shocked everyone.

Painting idiot, Song Fei.

When Master Xinpan saw Song Fei, he showed a smile of relief, and folded his hands and recited a Buddha name.

"Sure enough, it's you, Miss Song. Yi Tong said. "Using ink as a weapon is worthy of being a means of painting idiots. ”

Song Fei first saluted Master Xinpan, and then said: "Mr. Yi is worthy of being a Fu Dao everyone, and the little woman admires it." ”

Yi Tong sneered: "Are you sarcastic about me? I couldn't break your ink with four talismans." And you almost plotted against it, Miss Song, do you really want to fall together?"

Song Fei said: "A few days ago, I met Master Xinpan and asked him a question, and Master Xinpan gave me the answer, and at the same time, Master Xinpan also told me another thing and let me make my own decision. ”

"Is this the case?" Yi Tong said.

Song Fei nodded: "Of course, I can't think seriously on the mountain, so I went down the mountain first, carefully considered this matter, and finally made a decision." ”

Yi Tong said: "Very good, a good apprentice taught by the Painting Saint." ”

Song Fei smiled: "This has nothing to do with Master, it is my personal decision." ”

Saying that, Song Fei looked at Zhou Fei, "Back in Chang'an, he taught me a lot of things, so I want to protect him today, it's as simple as that." ”

Zhou Fei heard Song Fei's words, but unfortunately he had no way to respond to the other party now.

Because the mirror in the hands of the master of repentance is still releasing a steady stream of Buddha light.

Zhou Fei knew that he couldn't break the mirror, because it was a magic weapon used by the Buddha, and even if the master and his old man came to estimate it himself, he couldn't break the wheel mirror.

So there is only one thing Zhou Fei can do, and that is to defeat Yan Confession.

Although the previous attack shattered Master Yan's "Golden Bell Jar", with Master Yan's incessant chanting and the Buddha's light, the "Golden Bell Jar", which had already cracked, slowly healed again.

Zhou Fei's eyes became more and more ruthless, like a wild wolf foraging for food in the cold winter, as long as he found his prey, he would chase it to the end and never give up.

He carried a knife and forcibly walked forward against the Buddha's light, every step was very difficult, and every brick he stepped on was even cracked.

In this way, Zhou Fei came to the position two feet in front of Master Yan Confession, and then blasted out with a punch.

For others on the scene, Zhou Fei's choice was really a bit ridiculous.

I gave up the sword and used the fist instead.

Although a cultivator's fist is not weak, but he doesn't use it with a divine blade in his hand, which is simply a reckless act.

Zhou Fei is indeed reckless.

But he had a point.

This punch contains not only Zhou Fei's personal strength, but also Wen Liu's demon power!

Although Zhou Fei was not able to absorb too much of Wen Liu's demonic power, it was extremely terrifying to burst out all of them. Wen Liu hated monks, so in his future cultivation, he also focused on practicing some exercises on how to break the Buddhism, and left this part to Zhou Fei.

As a result, Master Yan's golden bell jar was shattered by Zhou Fei's fist.

The shattered fragments flew in all directions, and several warrior monks did not react, and after being hit by the fragments, they vomited blood on the spot.

Master Yan Confession never expected that his golden bell jar would be so vulnerable, and it was too late to fight back.

Zhou Fei's eyes only had a rotating mirror.

He lifted his knife and slashed it down. I want to talk about "The Strongest Waste Material System" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~