"Go!"

The ghost chain hissed continuously in his hand, and when Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was becoming more and more difficult to control, he immediately stretched out his hand and pointed at it.

A bolt of mana pointed at the wolf demon, and the ghost chain followed.

"Is there any mistake, you don't even have the cultivation of the fourth realm?"

The ghost chain flew in, but under the battle instinct of the wolf demon's body, this magic weapon chain shuttled through and fell more than ten meters away.

Listening to the unwilling crisp sound of his hand bones, the Buddha's face was painful.

He was not affected by the pain of a broken hand, but the Buddha's heart was as cold as ice.

The helper finally called, the helper finally got to work, and the helper was not enough.

Hope again and again, disappointment to the Buddha again and again.

It's really desperation to open the door to despair, despair to get home.

There is no problem with Zhang Xuezhou's steps to manipulate the ghost chain, and the timing of Zhang Xuezhou's insertion into the battle situation is slightly later, but it is acceptable.

What really makes the Buddha desperate is the other party's cultivation.

The fourth realm of Xiniuhe Continent corresponds to the true spirit realm of Nanbu Continent.

At this level, cultivation and mana are no longer confined to the physical body, but outside the physical body, forming an extension of the casting distance.

This realm also brings with it the abilities that monks use most often.

Mana lock.

This is the most ordinary ability of a great cultivator, and even so common that many great cultivators don't think so, thinking that this is the most basic requirement of a spell caster.

Just as a shooter needs to aim at a target, a sword must have a falling target to exert its power, and the same goes for spellcasting.

Only if the mana locks on the opponent can their spells fall on the opponent's body.

Among them, there are also means such as locking and reverse unlocking.

Not to mention many realm-related contents, the Buddha only now discovered that Zhang Xuezhou's cultivation had not stepped into the most basic mainstream ranks of magicians.

It made him desperate.

Without the ability to lock on mana, spells and magic weapons do not have the possibility of casting spells accurately from a distance.

After tinkering for a while, Zhang Xuezhou's long-condensed magic weapon failed.

Even if the Buddha has a family background, it is impossible for him to let Zhang Xuezhou's cultivation reach the standard in a short period of time, and it is impossible for the other party's cultivation to have an extremely high proficiency ability immediately after stepping into the fourth realm.

"I came to the East by chance, not by death......"

The Buddha gritted his teeth.

Blood spilled from his mouth, and he stubbornly relied on his hands to resist his physical body and cultivate to a higher level of wolf demon.

"Magical powers!"

A low voice came from his throat, and his forehead was bleeding, and his flesh was cracking apart, as if something was about to emerge from his head.

"Ruined ...... Extinguish ......"

In the unnatural outburst, the Buddha's face turned red, blood flowed from his forehead, and a black core mixed with flesh and blood shook like a bug, constantly drilling out.

At the same time, his skin began to show dry cracks like a sun-soaked wetland.

Blood gushed from his forehead down his face and splattered onto the clothes on his chest.

Blood penetrated the monk's robe and soaked into the skin.

The blood and skin came into contact in an instant, and the blood gushed out in an instant from the cracks in his body.

The Buddha who had always been clean turned into a bloody man in an instant.

"Die!"

Like a demon seeking his life in hell, the Buddha let out a low and fierce cry.

The center of his forehead cracked, and a white light erupted.

"Mr. Miao, help me!"

The gushing of white light did not shine out as instantly as the light, but slowly extended forward as if reaching out.

The feeling of fatal death welled up in his heart, and the wolf demon Jiufeng walked out of the demonic bloodthirsty mental confusion.

A human-like fear appeared on his wolf face, and then the demonic power in his body exploded and began to cry out in despair.

A head that was no different from the appearance of the wolf demon Jiufeng drilled out of the neck, and two wolf claws poked out and stretched out towards the white light.

It's just the touch just now, and this Mr. Miao, who was called out by the wolf demon, also showed fear.

He watched as his claws turned to ashes and spread to his body.

The spread was like a powder keg lit, the ashes had not yet fallen to the ground, and the dull sound of explosions had resounded through the wilderness of the ruined temple.

More than ten meters apart, Zhang Xuezhou only felt a shock from the dragon descending pile on which he stepped on, and then fell crookedly.

Behind him, the burning temple did not withstand the effects of the explosion, and collapsed with a crumbling roar of flames.

"Buddha?"

Countless dusts mixed with ashes and clothing rose into the sky, turning the area into a gray patch. Zhang Xuezhou had to flap his wings and move away a little.

He shouted.

There was no answering voice from the Buddha in the center of the venue.

This made Zhang Xuezhou have to fly a little higher.

The Buddha's attitude towards him was barely soft, and the master who followed the eldest prince Yu Shan must be the capture of Wuchao and others, and Zhang Xuezhou was also among them.

The wolf demon couldn't be friendly to him.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't determine the final result for a while, so he had to keep a safe distance again.

The feeling of fatigue caused by the lack of sperm and blood in the body came to his heart, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but shout unlucky.

He didn't get things done, and his body paid the price.

This price made him very unhappy.

The thought of failing to help made him even more unhappy.

If you don't help, you can't ask the Buddha for compensation, and if you can't ask for compensation, his blood will be in vain.

Zhang Xuezhou used mana very rarely, whether it was Nabao or Dong Zhongshu's magic weapon fan, many magic weapons were played in his hands, how could he ever use this kind of need to fly out.

He aimed several times, but he didn't expect the ghost chain to miss the moment it wrapped around the wolf demon's head.

"In the end, you can't do anything, but if you fix the wolf demon's head, can I still be tied up?"

Zhang Xuezhou thought about it and felt that he could beat it upside down.

Don't ask for the Buddha's treasures, he will at least restore his body.

The flying dust in the sky drifted away with the wind after dozens of seconds, revealing two vague figures buried under the dust.

"All dead?"

Looking at the one man and one wolf lying on the ground together, Zhang Xuezhou flapped his wings vigorously, and kept looking down while keeping his distance.

There are wolf corpses with missing heads, and there are figures whose heads are buried in the dust for a long time.

There are only a few cultivators who can still live without their heads, and Zhang Xuezhou can be sure that the former is most likely dead, but Zhang Xuezhou can't be sure whether the latter is dead or not for a while.

"Buddha?"

He shouted, and the Buddha's body did not move in the slightest.

waited for Zhang Xuezhou to shout a few more words, but the Buddha did not respond.

This made him retract his wings and slowly fall.

The Buddha likes to do things to collect corpses, and now he is asked to collect corpses, which makes Zhang Xuezhou sigh for a while.

There are many people throwing corpses in the wild, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't do such a kind of good thing, but the Buddha mentioned that he was rich, and Zhang Xuezhou felt that he needed to search his body, and then threw the other party into the flames.

He reached out and touched the Buddha's body, and his hands were immediately covered with mud mixed with blood.

"It's so miserable" Zhang Xuezhou sighed: "You said how good it is for us to move our mouths, we have to fight to death!" ”

He touched the sleeve pocket of the Buddha, and when he was empty, he turned to his waist and abdomen, where his private belongings were placed.

When he reached out and touched a purse, Zhang Xuezhou immediately reached out and pulled it.

But before the purse reached his hand, Zhang Xuezhou only felt a hand like an iron claw grab his foot.

"Save ......"

The grunt of consciousness was heard, accompanied by great force.

Zhang Xuezhou only felt that his feet were about to be pinched off.

"I can't save you, let go, if you don't let go, I'll take a knife!"

Zhang Xuezhou's fingers were dipped in saliva, and then he reached out and swiped again and again, and the deer cutting knife in the bag was quickly taken out.

"Without me casting spells, you can't open my little Qiankun bag!"

Maybe it was the lack of strength that was dying, maybe it was because he felt Zhang Xuezhou's pain, or maybe he felt the threat of cutting the deer knife, or he knew what Zhang Xuezhou needed, the Buddha muttered in a low voice, and the right hand that grabbed Zhang Xuezhou's foot was loosened.

"This is a small bag?"

Zhang Xuezhou's deer cutting knife did not cut at the Buddha's released right hand, he picked the blade, and the purse tied to the Buddha's waist was immediately cut into the palm of his hand.

Looking at the ordinary purse, and looking at his old cloth bag, Zhang Xuezhou finally determined that this was indeed not a treasure that he could open.

(End of chapter)