The lock bag was placed on the ground, and Song Laosan retreated a hundred steps away.

This was done to reassure the black-faced monk, and secondly, to cover up the restriction of his mana.

If the black-faced monk used the Qi Hope Technique to observe carefully, he would find that Song Laosan's mana appearance was incomplete.

"By the way, what about the boy? What do you do with him? ”

The black-faced monk took a few steps forward, then suddenly looked up and asked.

"Teach him a lesson, force him to lift the ban, erase his divine consciousness and let him go."

"Didn't get into any trouble, did you?"

"What trouble can a novice in the third layer of Qi refining have?"

Song Laosan thought that you would be able to see it later, and explained casually.

The black-faced monk felt that there was no problem, so he walked to the lock bag, took the object control technique, grabbed it in his hand, and said with some surprise: "It's quite heavy, haven't you opened it?" ”

Song Laosan said: "Don't worry, we will do things according to the rules, only open the ban, and the things will not move." ”

After the lock bag erases the original owner's consciousness, it will be left ownerless, and if you want to access the item, you must attach a new consciousness

The black-faced monk released his senses, and sure enough, he entered the lock bag directly without encountering obstacles, and found that it was filled with various items, the most conspicuous being a round, human head-sized thing wrapped in black cloth.

"Hey, what is this?"

Curious, the black-faced monk grabbed the thing out and tore off the black cloth that covered it, only to find that it was a human head.

And he still knows this person, it is another bandit Li Daoyou.

The black-faced monk felt his scalp tingle, and a cool breath rushed up from the soles of his feet.

Song Laosan jumped over and shouted, "Brother Tai go slowly!" ”

What's the situation?

The black-faced monk had a mess in his head, unable to understand what was happening.

Song Laosan wanted to be unfavorable to himself, why did he kill his companion too, could it be that he went crazy in his cultivation and suffered from madness?

He was so frightened that he turned and ran, reaching into his arms to grab the messenger.

Song Laosan is a cultivator in the late stage of Qi refining, and he may not be able to escape to Yin Wind Valley, so he must first send a message to Huang Teng and ask him to bring someone to save him.

The black-faced monk didn't notice that although Song Laosan screamed fiercely, he didn't run fast, and he didn't even take out the magic weapon.

Sou!

At this moment, a cold light flashed, and an ice blade shot fiercely.

The black-faced monk noticed the fluctuation of mana, and immediately condensed the spell, only to see several blue rays of light rising, and a "spiritual energy cover" was about to form.

The skate blade came too fast, and as soon as the aura shield was formed, the skate blade slashed at it.

Hearing the sound of "nails", the ice blade flew out, and the aura cover disappeared in an instant.

"What a powerful ice blade!"

The black-faced monk was taken aback, and he saw a tall figure rushing from the stinger, faster than he had cast the Divine Movement.

"Is that you?"

The black-faced monk was stunned, and at the same time, he fell into confusion again.

How did this third-level Qi refining monk get together with Song Laosan, and his magic attainments were so strong?

A thought flashed in the black-faced monk's heart, and he hurriedly cast another golden body protection spell: Vajra Armor.

Seeing a flash of golden light, Jin Xing's aura quickly gathered, and a translucent pale golden armor appeared out of thin air, wrapping him heavily.

Zhao Lin commanded the ice blade to continuously bombard the vajra armor, constantly making the sound of metal clashing, each blow seemed to knock on the heart of the black-faced monk, making his heart tremble.

This is the power of being proficient in extreme spells, although Zhao Lin's cultivation is only three levels of qi refining, but he has extremely mobilized the ice aura of the outside world, which has the effect of getting twice the result with half the effort.

The black-faced monk was worried that Song Laosan would rush over and suffer the enemy on his belly and back, so he hurriedly grabbed the messenger basket.

He had an agreement with his companion Huang Teng that as long as he sent a messenger, it meant that there was danger, and the other party would immediately bring guards to the rescue.

Zhao Lin naturally didn't allow him to spread the news, strode over, picked up the iron ruler and smashed it over.

With a "click", the vajra armor cracked a few cracks.

The black-faced monk almost couldn't believe that the small Cheng-level vajra armor was blasted open like this, and he hurriedly pinched the trick to replenish the spiritual power of the spell.

Zhao Lin didn't give him a chance to breathe at all, and blasted out a thunder punch that struck through the crack.

Rumble!

The black-faced monk fell straight to the ground as if struck by lightning, and the messenger fell to the side.

"It's okay, it's not dead."

Zhao Lin probed the black-faced monk's snort, breathed a sigh of relief, and connected his fingers to seal several key spiritual apertures.

Song Laosan grinned, his companion Li Daoyou was killed by this trick, although it was the second time he saw it, he still couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

After a short time, the black-faced monk woke up slowly, feeling numb in his hands and feet, and his whole body was weak and weak.

When he opened his eyes and saw Zhao Lin and Song Laosan, he immediately recalled what had just happened, and said hatefully: "You dare to yin me? ”

Zhao Lin smiled: "I'm looking for you to do me a favor." ”

"Wishful thinking, you colluded with bandits, intending to hijack the spirit boat......"

Zhao Lin sneered in his heart, and sure enough, he didn't talk nonsense with him, and greeted him with several vicious martial arts such as dividing tendon fingers, turning bones, and urging heart palms.

"It hurts, spare my life, I promise ......"

The black-faced monk was even more unbearable than Song Laosan, crying dad and mother, and agreed to everything.

"Very good, help write a few words on this......"

Zhao Lin handed the messenger to the black-faced monk and asked him to write on it: There are too many things, come and help.

The black-faced monk knew that this was to lure Huang Teng into the bait, so he naturally didn't want to give in, but Zhao Lin's palm gestured on him, and he was so frightened that he immediately obeyed.

There are generally two ways to return the messenger, one is to find the person, and the other is to return to the transmission tower.

There is the breath left by Huang Teng in advance, as long as the talisman is activated, the messenger will find Huang Teng through the breath and spread the news.

Zhao Lin checked the talisman and after making sure there was no problem, he released it.

"Song Laosan, repeat the drama just now."

After Zhao Lin finished speaking, he knocked the black-faced monk unconscious with a punch, and carried him to a distance to hide.

Seeing Zhao Lin's methods, Song Laosan had no other thoughts, and obediently stood in place and waited.

Not long after, Huang Teng rushed over.

Seeing that there was only Song Laosan alone, he couldn't help but wonder: "What about the black skin?" ”

Song Laosan pretended to be surprised, "I've already taken half of it back, haven't you met it?" ”

Huang Teng was asked, stunned, and said, "No." ”

Song Laosan shrugged his shoulders and pointed to the lock bag on the ground, "This is the remaining half, you can take it." ”

Although Huang Teng was puzzled, seeing that there was no one nearby, Song Laosan also stood far away, relaxed a little, and picked up the lock bag.

The same thing happened again, but Huang Teng's reaction was much faster than that of the black-faced monk, and when he saw the head, he immediately didn't say a word, turned around and ran.

Sou!

Zhao Lin shot out the ice blade and blocked Huang Teng's way.

Huang Teng's cultivation was even inferior to that of the black-faced monk, and Zhao Lin didn't have much effort, so he directly smashed open the aura cover with an iron ruler and captured him in one fell swoop.

(End of chapter)