I have already seen that Fu Zibo is a member of the Old Sect, but what makes me curious is, when did he join the Old Sect?

If he was a member of the old religion from the beginning, hiding in the government as a court warlock, and only to go undercover, then I can understand this, of course, there is another possibility.

After being cleaned up by me and Wenren Bodhisattva once, Fu Zibo felt that he was disgraced, so he joined the old sect that was hostile to me.......

This is very likely, because in my opinion, the heart and eyes of this turtle grandson are not ordinarily small, and that kind of face is not an atmospheric person.

This is not judging people by their appearance, there is a scientific basis, as the saying goes, isn't it born from the heart?

At the same time as I ran over there, Fu Zibo also moved, holding a dagger-like murder weapon in his hand, with a string of hemp rope tied with a dead knot attached to it, and without dodging, he directly greeted me.

I think Fu Zibo has really lived enough.

When he saw me swinging the knife, he didn't dodge it, and he raised his hand to block the blade with the hemp rope tied in his hand that was tied in a dead knot.

Before he could react, the blade cut the hemp rope in an instant, and only heard a thud, colliding with the dagger in his hand, and unexpectedly cutting his dagger out of a gap.

But to tell the truth, the dagger in his hand is not an ordinary thing, it can actually block my knife, and it has not been cut off by the Miao knife......

"It seems that the people in the church are right....... You're like two people like before........"

Fu Zibo didn't feel fear, and the expression on his face was not only anger and hatred, but also a kind of calmness that I couldn't understand.

That calmness, like he was sure to deal with me, was already in control.

"You are also judging the two of you, I didn't expect to be able to block my sword......." I sneered, pulled the Miao knife back, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and stabbed it straight at Fu Zibo's dantian.

This time, Fu Zibo didn't dare to resist hard, nor did he dare to use the weapon in his hand to resist, and took a step to the side.

When I turned around and was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, all of a sudden, I found that my right hand was a little disobedient, and while operating the Miao knife, my arm had a feeling of being pressed by someone, weighing as much as ten thousand catties, and I couldn't lift it at all.

Seeing that my movements were a little stiff, Fu Zibo couldn't help but be stunned for a second, and then he jumped back, as if he wanted to seize this opportunity to kill me in one fell swoop.

But as he stabbed the dagger into my heart, I saw very clearly that the hand in which he was holding the dagger suddenly sank for a moment, and then stiffened, and did not continue to pierce me.

When I found out about this situation, I immediately realized that the sudden situation I encountered seemed to have nothing to do with the people of the old religion, because Fu Zibo also encountered this kind of strange thing.

But that's not right....... If it weren't for my black hand under the old teaching....... Who else is deliberately sinister with me?

"Where's the pretty fairy girl? She didn't come with you? I asked.

As I spoke, I frowned and exerted all my strength, and then slowly withdrew my right hand holding the Miao Dao.

That's when I noticed another strange phenomenon.

When I withdrew my right hand, it was less than two seconds before the heaviness in my arm disappeared, as if I had hallucinated everything before.

When I found this, I was a little confused in my mind, but in the dark, my sixth sense seemed to sense something, guiding me to turn back slowly......

"Who's messing around?!" Fu Zibo yelled, glared at me viciously and said, "I didn't expect you to look up to me so much, and let people pull their hands to yin when you do it with me?" ”

I glanced at him, didn't say a word, and looked back at the statue.

The seated statue of Shakyamuni sitting under the Bodhi tree is still facing away from us, and from my point of view, it is clearly a living person sitting there, not a stone statue.

"Where's the pretty fairy girl?" I asked without looking back, looking at the back of the seated statue of Shakyamuni, I only felt some indescribable feelings in my heart....... Is it suspicion? It should be.

My sixth sense has always been quite accurate, especially when it comes to its own devices, and the cold reminders are mostly accurate.

At this time, my sixth sense told me that it was none other than Shakyamuni, who was sitting under the ancient Bodhi tree...... It's that stone statue that's messing around!

"I really can't save you against you....... At the end of the day, you'll have to use these things......."

At this time, Fu Zibo said coldly.

When I looked back, he had already begun to retreat, running to the other old sect gentlemen's positions while throwing things on the ground without looking back.

The ones he threw on the ground seemed to be small metal objects, about the size of soybeans and shaped like soybeans.

A rough count, in just a few seconds, he had already sprinkled forty or fifty of these metal beans.

I can think of it with my toes, and nine times out of ten, these beans that Fuzi Bo scattered on the ground are used against me...... On these beans, I can clearly feel the unique smell of the old religion.

At this time, the beans that he had first thrown on the ground had begun to take root and sprout, and many tentacles extended from the bean's body, about the thickness of a human hair, and were deeply rooted in the ground.

The tentacles that grow from these beans are alive from head to tail, capable of writhing freely and entangled with each other to connect together.

After about four or five seconds, the beans that were thrown on the ground by Fu Zibo began to gather, as if they had sensed each other, like magnets and iron tools, approaching each other, and making a crisp bang when they touched each other.

By this point, they no longer looked like beans, but rather like balls of yarn.

When they are completely gathered together, it is not a yarn ball, but a yarn ball.

That's right.

Those "yarn balls" gathered together, and they were still entangled with each other, gathering into a humanoid monster.

I don't know what it is, but my gut tells me I can handle this monster, but my current state is not enough to handle it.

When I raised my knife to meet the enemy, as before, my arm became heavy again, and I forced my raised hand back again.

"What's going on....... I'm not a bad person...... What are you doing suppressing me........"

I muttered in my heart, wanting to look back at the stone statue, but I didn't dare to show it too obviously, so I could only step back quietly, urging the evil man to come up and replace me.

"Don't think about it, this is a magic weapon lent to me by the King of Freedom, and it is specially used against you."

Fu Zibo smiled strangely and looked at me from a distance, his eyes full of happiness to understand hatred.

"How can I be....... He can do this to me......." I gritted my teeth and laughed.

At this time, the evil man had already run to my side in a few steps, looking at the yarn ball not far away, it was very calm, and it didn't seem to feel any pressure at all.

"Originally, we wanted to come to Qiangtang to do big things....... I didn't expect to meet you at all......." Fu Zibo said, with a light in his eyes, and said to me with great interest: "Since we are so fateful, let's forget the new and old hatreds together today!" ”

"Okay." I laughed, "When it solves the yarn essence, let's play slowly." ”

"You're thinking too simply, this magic weapon is a ........"

didn't wait for Fu Zibo to finish speaking, only to hear a sudden sound, and a golden flame instantly gushed out from the feet of the woolen spirit.

It could not have been even two seconds before the flames spread rapidly, reaching its waist.

In this golden flame, it also seemed to have lost its ability to resist, standing motionless in place, without making a sound, burning silently.

Seeing this scene, Fu Zibo's eyes were about to pop out, and the shock in his tone could be felt by anyone.

"You made this up?! Aren't you a demolition?! Where did you borrow these Buddha Qi from?! ”

I looked at the golden flames in a daze, and was about to look back to see the situation, when I heard a strange man's voice behind me, under the Bodhi tree.

"The bitter sea is boundless, the back is the shore, and the pure land of the spiritual mountain ........"

At this point, the voice disappeared abruptly, and the yarn essence was also burned by those golden flames in an instant.