His strongest spear didn't have the confidence to pierce Yuantong's unbreakable shield, and there was no way to do it.

So for the sake of insurance, in order to win the help of YTO, Shang Biao still reluctantly took out a Maoshan Tiangang talisman that he had used.

This will not be the time to save, if you can let Yuantong help block one person on Duobao's side, it will be much more useful than this Maoshan Tiangang talisman.

According to conservative estimates, Duobao invited at least one helper, that is, the young man named Zhou Fei, but Shang Biao guessed that if he was himself, it would never be possible to find only one helper.

Duobao, the old guy, works part-time as a prop master in the theater, and has accumulated a lot of contacts, and there should be no problem with three or five, so he must prepare as many hole cards as possible.

If Yuantong helps, he has a better chance of turning defeat into victory.

The thought in his heart was fleeting, and after activating the Maoshan Tiangang Talisman, Shang Biao pulled the starlight to condense into a mana shield, resisting in front of him.

As soon as these methods were used, Yuantong's demon pestle appeared in front of Shang Biao.

"Buzz!"

The rapidly rotating demon slaying pestle crashed into the shield formed by the Maoshan Tiangang talisman like a drill, and the Taoist mana and Buddhist spiritual light kept shooting out.

"Boom, boom, boom, horn, moo, boom!"

Yuantong clasped his hands together, and his eyes bloomed with dazzling essence.

The six-character mantra of Buddhism was formed, and the big word of the bucket was submerged in the demon pestle. One word at a time, each mantra is uttered, and the demon pestle advances one point.

When the last mantra burst out, the Maoshan Tiangang Talisman had been broken, and the sharp tail of the Demon Suppressing Pestle was against the tip of the magic sword, and there was a layer of shield with flashing starlight between the two.

This is the last fig leaf, and if the star power is broken, it will be time for the two of them to fight with bayonets.

Shang Biao's right hand sword pointed at the handle of the magic sword, and his left hand was free to change three times in a row, and finally fixed it as the finger of the evil spirit.

"Open the bow and sword, the fire is in the sky, Qianyuan Henry Zhen, gossip and soul, urgent as a law!"

A gossip mirror appeared out of thin air on the finger of the Hook Evil Returning Soldier, and the round shape was printed on the smooth mercury mirror.

Just as Shang Biao's incantation was finished, the Demon Suppression Pestle finally broke through the star power shield, and the magic sword was carried away by the rotating force.

The golden light flashed, and the victory and defeat were decided.

"Ding!"

The demon pestle fell to the ground, rolling non-stop.

"It's dangerous!"

A drop of sweat flowed down the eyebrow bone into the eye socket, Shang Biao blinked, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The tip of the Demon Suppression Pestle had already fallen on his shoulder, and as long as he advanced a little further, he could pierce the skin, and Yuantong's goal of injuring Shang Biao was achieved.

It's a pity that at the last moment, Shang Biao is still a step ahead.

Using the Bagua Mirror to hook Yuantong's divine soul interrupted his control of the demon pestle.

"If you want to lose the bet, you won't admit it, right?"

Shang Biao wiped the beads of sweat from his head, picked up the demon pestle and threw it over, and asked.

"Amitabha, the monks don't lie, and the little monk will try his best to persuade the donor that the Taoist brother said to put down the butcher's knife. However, in between, the little monk will always follow Brother Dao.

If Brother Dao uses ignorant believers to do things that hurt nature and reason, the little monk will not let you succeed even if he fights with his life. ”

After most of the day's contact, YTO has figured out the details of Shang Biao.

is definitely an evil person, whether it is from the Taoist techniques used, or the style of acting, there is no trace of the style of a master.

Even if these selfish and evil people preach, they will not lead people to good, and there will be conspiracy.

But Shang Biao didn't do anything out of the ordinary now, and if Yuantong blocked this kind of thing, it would be taboo for Yuantong to block it.

"If you want to follow, it's even better if you're willing to join me in the Yama Dao. The King of the Earth and the Bodhisattvas have said: If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, you have the best say in experiencing the divine grace of the Son of Heaven by cutting meat and feeding the eagle with the mentality of cutting meat and feeding the eagle. ”

Shang Biao flickered, he knew that Yuantong would definitely not join in before he dared to say this, otherwise Yuantong really changed his faith, and he would immediately be able to detect the connection between the idol and Shang Biao.

"Good, good, although what Brother Dao said is reasonable, but the little monk has taken refuge in the general trend to the Bodhisattva, and it is difficult to change his faith, so he will not mention this matter again."

Yuantong put away the magic pestle and sat in place to recover.

Although the battle between the two was only a moment, the consumption was not small, and they both used all their strength.

Shang Biao had the advantage of cultivating higher than Yuantong, and even then consumed more than half of his mana. And Yuantong's cultivation is only more than 20 years, and the mana is estimated to be more unbearable than Shang Biao, if it weren't for the existence of Shenzu Tong, Shang Biao would have wanted to do it.

Leaving Yuantong to recover here, pacing forward, Shang Biao thought about the next plan in his heart.

This annoying follower is really a bit of a problem, and due to the appearance of Yuantong, he has to change the originally designed steps.

For example, to provoke the Manchu government to kill people, such as blood sacrifices.

Back in the village, in the gratitude of the villagers, Shang Biao returned to the statue.

"Go and investigate the situation in Xiangyang City, especially the civil and military officials, and focus on collecting."

"Yes, master."

With the current strength of the ghost boy, as long as he doesn't meet a cultivator with strong mana like Yuantong, he doesn't have to worry about self-protection, and he just goes to run errands.

After the ghost boy disappeared, Shang Biao sent someone to call Lao Wan over.

"Poor Dao is expected to leave tomorrow, and this idol will be taken away, if any of you are unwilling to leave, draw the image of the god, and pray every day that the Son of Yama can sense it.

Others, if they wish, can preach with the poor Word to save the world and preach the gospel of God.

By the way, are there any villagers around you who have been oppressed by the rich and gentry, the divine decree of the Son of Yama and the Son of Heaven has given priority to the poor road to rescue them from fire and water. ”

Lao Wan's face was embarrassed, and he hesitated: "Dao Chief, will we go out with you like this, will people misunderstand the Son of Yama." “

Shang Biao's face showed a rare kind smile, and he comforted: "There is no beauty and ugliness in the eyes of God, and there should be no beauty and ugliness in the eyes of God's believers, unless he does not truly believe in the Son of Yama." ”

When Lao Wan heard Shang Biao's explanation, he knelt down in front of the statue and recited the slogan.

"Master, if you want to say that the rich people oppress the people, you can't count them.

Especially in Erwang Village, which is not far from our village, there is a profiteer named Wang Pengliang, who opened a mountain goods store in Xiangyang City, and often uses a large scale to enter and a small scale to pit people.

He was a lively person, and when he made money, he took care of the government and excluded his peers, so he became one of the richest people in this area within a few years.

After making a fortune, he built a mansion in Erwang Village, married the widow sister of the prefect, and did all kinds of evil with his wealth and power.

The villagers of Erwang Village prayed day after day that the lifeless old mother sent the Divine Son to rescue them, and this time they finally got their wish. ”

"Okay, it's him, the gospel of God will spread to Erwang Village tomorrow."

Shang Biao is becoming more and more into the role of the god stick, although his appearance is not satisfactory, but this is more convincing.