Facing the obedient sneer of the Tibetan master, Zhang Mazi was silent for a while.

Now he really doesn't have the ability to defeat the Tibetan mage, even if Zhang Mazi is at his peak, he may only be able to follow the Fa five or five, and now he is spending a lot of energy to save me, and he is not the opponent of the other party at all.

I can't see Zhang Mazi's expression from my angle, but I know very well in my heart that he must be very painful at this moment, and he was at least a dozen yin qi into his body before, no matter how strong his physique is, it is impossible to bear it easily.

I deeply understood that Zhang Mazi was already a man of arms, and he couldn't continue to fight anymore, so I couldn't help the grief and indignation in my heart, and I got up with the discomfort all over my body, and yelled with difficulty, "Let me come!" ”

"It's my business, it's none of your business!" Zhang Mazi shook his head silently, stood up very stubbornly, his thin and short body was as fragile as a piece of paper, and silently stood on the opposite side of the Tibetan master.

It's already a miracle that he can stand up again, but with his current state, what should he fight for?

A deep sense of powerlessness swelled in my heart, but before I could speak, Zhang Mazi threw his cold gaze on the Tibetan mage again, and burst out with a thunderous roar, "Although I am not your opponent now, since you are here, don't think about leaving so easily!" ”

After speaking, Zhang Mazi's left hand already had an extra steel needle, and almost without thinking about it, he stabbed at the yang point on the top of his head.

This is......

When I noticed Zhang Mazi's movements, my heart suddenly tightened, and a trace of helplessness and pain surged in my heart, shouting, "Don't use that!" ”

But now that he has spoken to stop it, it is already too late, Zhang Mazi has already made up his mind to die, the steel needle entered his brain, and the only breath left in Zhang Mazi's body was also expanding in vain, and the whole person immediately became a few points taller.

Then, Zhang Mazi's face was stained by an ink, and the black face was like gold, and it became hot, as if it had been deeply scorched by the fire, and his face was flushed and red!

In his Heavenly Spirit Cover, I felt a surging air current, the air flow was as thick as a sea of blood, filled with a thick blood color, under the blood mist, Zhang Mazi slowly straightened his body, and a scorching breath burst up like a flood, completely covering his emaciated body.

"Bastard!" Sensing that Zhang Mazi was rising, the Tibetan master was also in a state of panic, and his eyes were full of doubts when he looked at Zhang Mazi, but this doubt only lasted for a moment, and soon he laughed coldly,

"I can't imagine that you have an old bone and actually fight to stop me at the cost of burning your life, but how much essence blood can be sacrificed in you? Old thing, today is your death! ”

After speaking, the Tibetan master put his hands together again, and actually sat down cross-legged, and on the yin magic thorn that was exposed on his neck, there was a cold aura, all of which turned into rivers, converging in the air, refracting a large area of pitch-black viscous mist.

Zhang Mazi, on the other hand, had a calm face, holding his dry tobacco in his hand, and walked towards the other party step by step.

The black gas dense fog roared in the air, forming a thick wall of qi, releasing an incomparably yin and evil aura, and in the dense fog, you can see a distorted and transformed human face, flickering in the air, releasing the most vicious and ferocious aura to Zhang Mazi.

Zhang Mazi's face was calm, his steps were very steady, he lifted the dry smoke a little bit above the top, still moving his steps, and slowly moving forward.

He stepped into the dense fog with one foot, the air suddenly boiled, and countless yin and evil cold breaths gathered, as if Zhang Yu's tentacles dancing in the air, rolled towards Zhang Mazi layer by layer.

Zhang Mazi slowly recited the mantra in his mouth, and under the cortex of his body, a large scarlet blood spot was exposed, and the blood spots evaporated, forming a strange mist in the air, which deeply lingered on Zhang Mazi's body, like a walking fire man.

When all the black aura hit Zhang Mazi, it would be ignited by the tumbling blood qi, and the "Zizi" sound kept coming, like a flame, completely evaporating the breath belonging to the Tibetan mage.

The Tibetan monk's cheeks trembled a little, he recited the mantra even harder, wisps of deep black mist swam in the air, all surging towards Zhang Mazi, the turbid air flow hit the air indiscriminately, as if the mountains and the sea were overwhelming, forming a ring of air waves, escaping in all directions, and the air was filled with a large gust of wind, falling back and forth in the courtyard.

My vision was in a trance, blocked by silently flowing tears.

Zhang Mazi had to sacrifice a large amount of essence blood every step he took, although the distance was getting closer and closer, but Zhang Mazi's face gradually became pale, white into a piece of paper, under the raised forehead, one after another blood was surging, and even his eyes began to burst out.

I can't imagine how much pain Zhang Mazi endured, but his steps are still so firm, just five or six meters away, he walked for two minutes, these two minutes are incomparably long, before he walked in front of the Tibetan master, his chest has been completely wet with blood, covered with viscous plasma, looking up from afar, like a moving blood man.

Finally, Zhang Mazi dragged his difficult steps, slowly came to the Tibetan master, held the slender cigarette stick high in the air, and in the palm of his hand, a wisp of blood grew and enlarged, and little by little, the cigarette stick was pressed towards the top of the Tibetan master's head.

The Tibetan monk was shaking, he opened his bloody eyes, his gaze exploded, and he fixed on Zhang Mazi's green face without moving, his eyes were beating, revealing deep shock and ferocity.

After staring at each other for no more than a second, the Tibetan mage stood up, his shirt popping open little by little, revealing a body of bony ribs, and under the blue-black cortex, the Yin Dharma Thorn Talisman was filled with the deepest bright light.

Those strong lights gradually condensed into a line, whistling wildly, concentrated in the palm of the Tibetan master's hand, and soon, he raised his fist, suddenly accelerated his movements, and struck Zhang Mazi's chest.

"Click!"

I seemed to hear the sound of broken ribs, Zhang Mazi's body shook, his back was a little rickety, and a lot of bruises were smashed by this punch, which slowly fell along his lips.

Zhang Mazi's face was extremely pale, but he still stood steadily, motionless like a mountain.

Not only did he just stand there, but in the place where he was concentrated, a dark red aura actually oozed, like weeds in the autumn wind, growing wildly, and wisps of blood and qi swam along the Tibetan master's arm, fixing his hand there.

Finally, horror appeared in the Tibetan Master's eyes, and he shouted, "This is not your power at all, this is ...... You actually mastered Yin Jade? ”

Zhang Mazi stared at his opponent expressionlessly, and said slowly, "Haven't you always wanted Yin Jade, today, I will show you how powerful this Yin Jade is!" ”