Two simple words, but Wang Yun's inner Lao Tzu's emotions are the best in the world.

After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, showed a relieved expression, fainted, and the raised hand fell.

That's a trick.

The space around me suddenly shattered, and the light of the fire filled my vision in an instant, reflecting the night sky crimson, and a pungent and strong coke gas blowing in the wind.

Outside, it's on fire!

The Thousand Faces King couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and in the firelight, his face was as dead as ashes.

This is a contest of layout and strategy, and the competition is who is more skilled and who is more strategic. He thought that by leading Wang Yun into the trap, he could quietly kill us and satisfy his revenge, but after all calculations, he was blinded by his hatred after all, and he would have a fight with Wang Yun, turning the originally advantageous situation into an equal situation, and he didn't expect Wang Yun to break the jar and stab the hornet's nest with his own hands.

Maybe it's because he's too confident.

The momentum that swept from outside the door was like a wave of air when the plane took off, instantly blowing everyone on their backs, and Zhang Kairan's cousin and Zhang Hao were also caught off guard, and the whole person fell and flew out.

Lying on the ground, I endured the severe pain and turned over a few times, pulling Wang Yun, who was about to be blown away, but I was still blown by the air waves several times in a row, and the wound on my back repeatedly rubbed on the ground, causing the severe pain that made me dizzy.

This momentum was terrifying, just like the howling sea breeze I felt while standing on the windy seashore, and the insignificance of the self like a grain of sand instantly filled my heart.

A calm voice sounded: "Okay, as long as I don't interfere, I won't let the battle spread to the side of the thief, what's the matter, don't take me this old man seriously?" How dare you set it on fire! ”

As soon as the words fell, a rickety figure appeared in the patio on crutches, coughing vigorously because of the smoke he had.

I know him, the old man who stares at me and can't get along.

Wang Yun said that this old man is very strong.

I still remember what he said, "Don't make a noise to us old men." ”

However, looking at the firelight outside, it was clear that he was annoyed.

Set fire to the mountain, sit in the prison!

Thinking back to Wang Yun's trick, I suddenly figured out why he took the initiative to enter the enemy's trap, took the initiative to be trapped by the formation he was most familiar with, and forcibly withstood the attack of the Beidou Three Absolute Formations, he himself was just a bait, a cover, and the real purpose was to provoke this gang of old guys in the Southern District!

I guess he made this fire.

The moment I thought about it, I suddenly looked at the few pieces of jade talisman and beads that he shot around, and the moment the old man appeared, they turned into a pile of powder!

At that moment, there was only one word in my heart: wonderful!

Under the cover of the Beidou Three Absolute Formations, when the formation was broken, the fire formation was secretly laid out, once the fire broke out, then everyone would think that the people in Zhang Kairan's cousin's family were demons!

What a trick to lead the water!

The old man had been wary of these people, otherwise he would not have wandered around the deserted streets in the middle of the night, and happened to bump into us, and chose not to ask, presumably in order to avoid mistakes, the gang reached some kind of non-interference agreement with them.

However, Wang Yun directly broke this fragile agreement as soon as he made a move, although he went deep into the tiger's den and put himself in a dangerous situation, but he didn't enter the tiger's den to get the tiger, his purpose was to force these old guys to make a move.

These old guys are as strong as a forest, and they have been stable for an unknown number of years, and those comfortable days are a luxury for any cultivator, and the moment they are broken, it is equivalent to a declaration of war, once they make a move, even if it is just a move of their fingers, the balance of this war will begin to tilt.

Wang Yun's way of thinking is extremely jumpy, and his ability to adapt to changes is also terrifying, so it is difficult for me to determine whether all this was planned by him a long time ago, or if it was a whim.

But one thing is certain, as long as he comes to the Southern District, Wang Yun will inevitably try to provoke the old guys who are watching from the wall, and blame each other for blaming each other, upholding the sentence, what are you afraid of, let's come!

Thinking about this, I knew it in my heart, and finally understood that when it comes to fighting wits and courage, I have too much to learn from Wang Yun.

In fact, this reincarnated kid is all I need to learn from other things except for fighting.

The gap between this person and people is so big, it's not better than not knowing, it's more angry than angry.

I looked at the unconscious Wang Yun and sighed, feeling a hot pain in my back, and kept panting.

The old man turned his head to look at us, frowned slightly, and then showed a look of sudden realization.

He stopped in the patio, like Mount Tai Beidou.

The Thousand Faces King's face was blue and purple for a while, and at this moment he was mud falling into the crotch of his pants, not Xiang or Xiang, but he still patiently explained: "I hope you abide by our agreement, once we succeed, you can enter that Heavenly Blessed Land at will to practice, such a situation that many people will not be able to ask for in their lifetime." ”

I see, in exchange for the blessed land of the master's door, this temptation is extremely great for any cultivator, and it is no wonder that these old guys who have lived in the snail's house for half their lives will agree to each other's agreement.

However, the old man shook his head, sighed with some regret, touched his beard that was burned into curly hair, and said: "The agreement is mutual, I am not unprincipled, this fire burned, I have taken care of the beard for half my life, and I should not fight?" ”

Belch...... Old man, let's pursue it a little bit, okay.

The old man's words were really unreasonable, and they were particularly harsh in the ears of the King of Thousand Faces, glaring at him coldly, and asking, "So, you don't plan to be reasonable?" ”

The old man smiled, indifferently, revealing a mouthful of teeth missing doors and windows, and said, "It's unreasonable to be unreasonable." ”

Hearing this, the momentum of the Thousand Faces King rose sharply, the placket of his clothes was windless, and a black gas lingered around him, covering his face with a layer of blue color, and the whole person suddenly showed a kind of Buddha's wrath, only to hear the crackling sound of his whole body bones, his body gradually rose, and in the blink of an eye, he rose nearly a meter, and on both sides of his ribs, two arms actually grew, almost the same length as the original arms.

The old man's face suddenly became a little gloomy, and he said, "Asura? ”

Asura, also known as Asura, Asoro, Asura, Asura, Asura, Asuran, and Asura, literally translated as "non-heaven", which means that "retribution" resembles heaven rather than heaven, and originally originated from Indian Buddhism, and is the existence of the gods of Tantric Buddhism relative to "celestial beings (i.e., celestial beings, Deva)".

Asura is one of the six paths of Buddhism Asura Dao gods are collectively named, belonging to the irritable and aggressive, brave and warlike gods, has fought with Deva God many times, but Asura also worships Buddhism, and is one of the eight branches of the Buddhist protector god Tianlong.

To put it bluntly, this thing is similar to the existence of the Buddhist Dharma Protector Vajra, very powerful, and many times only exists in myths and legends, this thousand-faced king naturally cannot be the Asura itself, otherwise even the master may not be his opponent.

Very comprehensible

It can be a general method of inviting gods, gods fighting, or Buddha projection.

Just like the phantom of one of the sixteen Arhats of Mahayana Buddhism summoned by Master Fahui in the Shimen Pit, but the phantom is full of golden light, solemn, and like a true Buddha, it is like the Asura of the King of Thousand Faces, dark and violent, full of evil spirit.

The King of Thousand Faces spoke, his voice mixed, as if there were three or four people speaking at the same time, with different tones, rising or falling, sharp or dull, echoing throughout the space: "Do you really think that we will be afraid of you? It's just a frog at the bottom of a well that lives in one place. I don't move you, just to avoid some trouble, Zhang Kairan said that the strong people in the southern region are like clouds, but they don't know that the world outside the island is where the real strong stand! ”

As soon as the words fell, the King of Thousand Faces suddenly disappeared in place, and in an instant, a strong wind blew through the patio, turned into a huge wave, and surged towards the old man.

After the old man saw the change of the Thousand Faces King, his face was no longer relaxed, he frowned, and in the face of the strong wind, he suddenly raised his crutches to block it.

I only heard a loud bang, the rubble flew, and the old man suddenly sank down, and countless cracks with a diameter of several meters appeared on the ground under his feet in an instant.

The King of Thousand Faces appeared in the next second, a pair of fleshy palms clutching the old man's crutches, and the other pair of palms that gave birth slammed towards the old man's chest.

The old man was not in a hurry, his lips moved slightly, and the crane whiskers that were scalded into curly hair sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and suddenly grew wildly, entangled the hand of the King of Thousand Faces.

The King of Thousand Faces was startled, and suddenly withdrew his hand and retreated, only to find that the beard was like a python and a giant snake, and his hands were so entangled that he couldn't move.

The old man's expression returned to calm again, and said, "The quick evil method, it's okay to pretend." ”

As soon as the words fell, the old man's crutches shook and struck the head of the King of Thousand Faces, the action was like an angry grandfather beating his grandson.

The King of Thousand Faces raised his hand and grabbed the crutches, but unexpectedly, the crutches were filled with a thousand pounds, the center of gravity was unstable, and he knelt down directly, and then he was shocked, and the black qi soared, and in an instant, there was a crackling sound in the air, lighting up countless sparks, and instantly ignited the old man's beard.

The old man groaned, quickly retreated, and kept patting his beard, his face aching.

At this time, a series of footsteps sounded outside, and four or five old people who were like old men appeared in the patio, both men and women, dressed in different attire, and the costumes of ethnic minorities, but without exception, every field around the body was extremely heavy, like a mountain.

Seeing this, the King of Thousand Faces felt bad, and shouted: "Lady! ”

I saw an old woman suddenly rushing out next to her, and when she looked at it, it was the one who opened the door for us, she raised her hand and waved, and the cuffs sprayed out a piece of black water, and went towards everyone's hood.

The old man was startled and exclaimed, "Gu worm! ”

Hurriedly retreated.

At the same time, an old woman dressed in Dong costume stepped forward, chanting words in her mouth, gently shaking a string of silver bells on her wrist, the voice was light and cheerful, every time, the small insects in the black sky fell down one after another, and if you looked closely, it was a small flying insect like a mosquito.

Taking advantage of this time, the King of Thousand Faces dragged the old woman to the roof, directly over the three-story building, and ran into the night.

At the moment when they left, there was a buzz in the air, and a strong wind swept across the roof with countless starlight, and in the next second, the King of Thousand Faces let out a terrible scream, warm blood instantly spilled from the air, and a thick arm rolled down along the eaves, slamming heavily on the ground, and convulsing.

The old blacksmith's voice exploded in the air: "The thief is gone!" ”