The package opened, and inside it was a fist-sized black ball.

The evil master snorted lightly and frowned, he didn't know this thing, he thought it was some powerful magic weapon, how could it be some black eggs.

Seeing the appearance of the evil master, Lao Dao sneered: "Don't you know? A wild cultivator like you in a mountain village still hides in a remote corner of the mountains, and Ru Mao drinks blood! You dare to come to the capital to wander around, you are really looking for death!"

After saying that, he picked up a black ball, slammed it, and threw it at the evil master.

"Hmph! A little hidden weapon, dare to take it out and show it!" The evil master made a move, and he moved the black ball in his hand, snorted coldly, and said contemptuously.

The old monk both had different expressions on their faces, and the evil master suddenly felt a palpitation, and said secretly, 'Not good', just wanted to throw away the black ball, but found that the black ball was stuck to his hand, and he couldn't shake it off. The next moment, there was a boom and an explosion......

The entire hall was shaking, the foundation was shaking, and Zhou Sheng, who was half-leaning on the pillar, was directly shaken by brushing, more than three meters above the ground.

The explosion gradually stopped, revealing the figure of the evil master inside, only to see that his clothes were ragged and unkempt, the black robe on his body was blown apart, his dry body was exposed, and cracks were flowing with some black blood. The hand holding the black ball exploded from the wrist.

That black cloud was even more blown apart and scattered.

He looked at the black ball on the package, and there was some horror in his eyes, "What kind of magic weapon is this, it has such power?"

Lao Dao took the black ball and shook it in the palm of his hand, and the evil master who watched it trembled.

"This is not a magic weapon. This is the black powder that the imperial court confiscated from the Yiren in the west. The armies of the Yi people fought against the imperial court, and the wizards wearing ghost masks used this thing to inflict heavy losses on the army. Later, the imperial court got a sample, and my Daomen made this thing in the Dan furnace. Now several heavy armies of the imperial court have been secretly equipped with this thing."

"It's forbidden, and if I wasn't in the palace, I wouldn't be able to get it. How's that, it's amazing, you were seriously injured just now, can you still walk now?"

Lao Dao is right, the evil master's injuries are very serious, the explosion is too close to him, these skin injuries are not the most serious, the most serious is that the internal organs have cracks and bleeding. The telekinesis and other powers are exhausted, and there is no strength to fight at all. Against the two yin people of this monk and Tao, he capsized in the gutter.

The evil master's heart was a little cold, he was really likely to fall today, he pleaded with a pale face: "Two fellow Daoists, for the sake of the same monks, let me go!"

Lao Dao smiled: "Yes! There is no deep hatred and hatred", he was just saying, the evil master felt a chill down his spine, and a Buddha bead penetrated into his body from his back.

"You ~~", you don't blink, your eyes are wide.

Lao Dao's face turned blue, and he snorted coldly: "A wild cultivator, he doesn't weigh his own weight, he just wants to be a fisherman, something!"

Lao Dao took out the string of skull chain beads from the evil master's body, and with a wave of his hand, the nine skulls turned into nine small skeletons that were only half a human high, and these little skeletons had a green fire in their minds. The old whip slammed into the bones, and the little skeleton was sent flying, but it didn't crack.

"Good magic weapon!"

The three large skulls the size of human heads have been turned into three large skeletons the size of one zhang by the old way, and the bones are several times thicker than the small skeletons, and they look even stronger. The whip slammed on it, but with a click, it smashed the bones.

The monk shook his head and said, "These three big things look mighty, but they are just ordinary things, and the evil master has not had time to polish and warm them, and that little skeleton is a good thing." The bones are extremely compressed and dense. It can also be controlled against people, and it is not afraid of knives and guns!"

The three big skeletons were useless, and they were whipped into bone foam by Lao Dao with a pitch-black beating god. The small skeleton turns into a bracelet. The monk took it, put it on the bracelet with the relics beads, and put it on his wrist. Buddhism has a mental method, the white bone and the face change, and the white bone can be cultivated into a white bone Bodhisattva. These little skeletons, with this mental method of sacrifice, can also be a good thing in the future.

Lao Dao looked at his corpse again and sighed, too poor, nothing good. This corpse is poisonous, and it can't be recycled, otherwise it can be refined into a few furnaces of Dadan.

Lao Dao received two capillary steel needles, and the monk received the skeleton bracelet, and the spoils were shared!

......

Zhou Sheng had already woken up, and he couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. The two monks looked at him, and Zhou Sheng hurriedly showed a smile, "Master, you have won!"

Zhou Sheng smiled very happily, and walked slowly to Lao Dao, his hand into his arms, as if he was pulling out something, "Master, I have something to give to you to express your love for me!"

"Oh!"

Lao Dao raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Apprentice, what a filial piety!"

Zhou Sheng also walked in front of Lao Dao at this time, and naturally took out a pair of scissors with a flickering cold light, as if he had taken out a candy. Then, with scissors in his hand, he stabbed Lao Dao hard in the neck.

The tattered Taoist robe on Lao Dao's body looked extraordinary, and Zhou Sheng was not sure to pierce it, and the exposed neck was the most haode choice.

Lao Dao was stunned by Zhou Sheng's actions, it was really Zhou Sheng's actions that were too natural, and the change was too great.

"Poof", Lao Dao didn't react. He noticed the sneak attack of the evil master just now, but Zhou Sheng, a sneak attack of an ordinary man, he did not make an effective counterattack. On the one hand, he didn't expect Zhou Sheng to want to kill him, and on the other hand, he didn't think that Zhou Sheng could threaten him. Besides, he's so tired!

These Taoist monks cultivate telekinesis, make people kill with magic weapons, and have defensive magic weapons for defense. The strength of the body is not strong. If it is the Buddha Gate, the golden body of cultivation, and those who practice martial arts, the body is not broken, even if Zhou Sheng is clearly stabbed, he may not be able to stab it!

Zhou Sheng is one with heaven and man tonight, and he can feel the slightest changes. When he made a move, he already knew that the muscles of Lao Dao's body were relaxed, so he made a move and made a contribution in one fell swoop!

This time, well done!

An ordinary pair of scissors was inserted into Lao Dao's neck, the tips of the scissors came out diagonally from the other side, and when he pulled it out, blood spurted out of his neck. This blood, there is actually a smell of danxiang, I really don't know how many pills Lao Dao has knocked since he was a child, no wonder the skeleton has developed so big!

"You~~"

He also followed in the footsteps of the evil master and was attacked by someone.

"Rebels...... Unexpectedly...... Dare to devour the teacher, and slaughter your ...... for the master".

Lao Dao's vitality is strong, he was stabbed with scissors, his neck was pierced, his vocal cords were destroyed, and he could still speak intermittently, wanting to kill Zhou Sheng.

Seeing this, Zhou Sheng's face changed and he immediately retreated. At this moment, a fist, with a bang, smashed on Lao Dao's back, this time, his blood vibrate, and more blood spurted out of the wound on his neck.

"Bang la la"

There is a smell of blood everywhere, and the old Dao's bone marrow has a strong hematopoietic ability, and the flow is inexhaustible, and it is already about to flow into a large wooden basin. His tall body gradually withered.

The monk withdrew his fist, bowed his head and said sadly: "Amitabha, old friend, go all the way, you criminal, I will send him down to accompany you!"

Lao Dao died, and he didn't blink his eyes, and was attacked to death by Zhou Sheng and the bald donkey.

The whip fell to the ground and rolled to the side. The tattered robe on his body was also stained with blood.

......

Zhou Sheng looked at the monk and showed a treacherous smile, "Bald donkey, it's really heavy, even your old friend for many years can be killed, it's really the compassionate heart of a monk!"

The monk also smiled mercifully, and said, "Xiaoyou's hand is not light, such long scissors pierce your neck." It's good, it's wonderful, because Xiaoyou, tonight the Buddha has made a fortune, he has made a fortune, the wealth of the bull's nose, the essence of the golden armor gods, and the bracelet of the evil master, all of them are mine, they are all my ...... of the Buddha."

The monk said, happily looking up to the sky hahadaxiao, how can there be a little bit of a monk's appearance

Zhou Sheng's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile, "Since the master accepted my love and made a fortune, can you save the boy's life, I will build a Buddha statue for the master, and worship and pray every day!"

The monk shook his head, squinted and smiled: "I don't dare to leave the little benefactor alive." You even stabbed your own master, maybe one day I lost my mind, I was stabbed by you, let me go to see the Buddha, that is not a loss. Little donor, you really don't look like a reader, a reader has no power to tie the chicken, if you want to be reasonable, how can you stab someone with scissors?"

Zhou Sheng clapped his hands, sat on the ground, and said, "I'm a little tired, I'll sit down and say." I stabbed my master, the reason is that I want to live, and since he won't let me live, I will kill him. Besides, I haven't known him for a day, so there's no master-apprentice relationship."

"As for the reader, who said I am not a reader. The reader is anxious, and we dare to stab my father. My dad didn't like me since I was a child, and my brothers bullied me even more. This nerd, it's not appropriate. If the uncle survives today, the uncle will practice martial arts. Whoever is not convinced, the master will stab him!"

The corners of Zhou Sheng's mouth showed a wicked smile, hahadaxiao, tears flowed out!!

The monk also stretched out a thumbs up and praised: "Little friend, you are really a person of my generation! The poor monks are reluctant to kill you!"

"That's a good feeling, you accept me as a disciple, I go to Buddhism to be a little novice, how about inheriting your Taoism?"

"Hey, hey, take you as an apprentice? I don't dare. My old friend took you as an apprentice in the morning, and he will lie here tonight. I'll take you as an apprentice tonight, and I guess I won't see the sun tomorrow......"

Both of them are bickering. The monk was talking because the punch he had just made had consumed his remaining liliang and needed a while to recover. Zhou Sheng was pulling his skin because he was studying the town character on the ground, and he wanted to release the head of the god man. If you can't beat the monk yourself, let this head fight!

The reason why he squatted down was to study more. It can be said that tonight, every step Zhou Sheng took was very beautiful. This is walking a tightrope, one wrong step, and falling into the mud!

The word "town" is the pen and ink of the three princes of the current dynasty, and when they reach their level, they all have Tianxian in their mouths, and one sentence is the will of heaven. Today's saint, concentrate on the luck of the Great Qian Empire, and even more so, if you want to be a grass god, a mountain god or something, the saint just says a word!

That holy decree, every word, can give in to the demons. The pen and ink of the Three Princes, although they do not have the power of luck of the saints, but they have a kind of Confucian righteousness. This pair of words, hanging at home, can protect the whole family, the evil spirits will not invade, leave a blessing for future generations, and bless for thousands of years.

Zhou Sheng found that the word had come out of the paper, leaving a blank piece of paper on the ground. That white paper, because it carries the pen and ink of the three princes, has a trace of spirituality, and water and fire are inviolable. The word "town" is made up of ink, and it is still flowing, suppressing the heads of the gods below.

These inks, a trace of silk, are densely packed inside, not like a word, but like a living life.

After all, Zhou Sheng has studied hard for ten years, and he has a Confucian atmosphere, and his heart is upright, but he is not sour and rotten, and he is vaguely related to this town. The word is psychic, like a naughty child!

......

After a moment, his eyes flashed with determination. At this time, the monk also finished pranayama and looked at Zhou Sheng, the corners of his mouth revealing a coldness.

"Tread"

"Tread"

The monk had already walked over slowly and said, "Amitabha, little benefactor, you should go......

Seeing this, Zhou Sheng slapped his palm on the town character above, and shouted: "I am a Confucian disciple, a member of the Sangong Sect, and the pen and ink of the Sangong, and quickly release the head of repression!"

The town character released a trace of ink, penetrating into Zhou Sheng's flesh and blood, and seemed to be able to feel his breath, and with a brush, the black ink turned into a font, leaving the skull and imprinting on his palm.

"Roar~~"

"The god is out"

The Golden Armor Divine Man roared loudly. After speaking, he ignored Zhou Sheng and ran to the monk. No matter how stupid this man is, he knows that letting him out is for him to deal with the monk. Although Zhou Sheng had the intention of using him, he didn't directly oppose him after all, but this hateful monk almost made him die.