The monk was stunned at this time, and he didn't understand why he became like this, even if he was just a novice who had just crossed the threshold, but the novice of the flood wilderness was just "not an immortal", even if it was a demon general who had transformed into a shape, as long as it was not a different species with a strong blood of the star spirit, he was not unable to live two moves, but at this moment, in the face of a mortal, he was like a magical girl who had been taken away from his soul gem, and he was completely passive.

The monk wanted to pinch a magic trick and directly bombard the strange mortal in front of him to scum, but he couldn't do it, because his primordial spirit, because of the relationship between the imperial envoy's natal magic weapon, was restricted together, and he couldn't mobilize any mana at all.

And the primordial god was controlled, and his body was also unable to move, and at this time the monk finally understood why his teacher told him - don't just urge the natal magic weapon until it is absolutely necessary.

But who would have thought that it would be problematic to use it against mortals?

Feng Xue was also in a daze at this time, he didn't understand what was going on at all, he only knew that the monk on the other side suddenly stopped moving.

He had the heart to take a kitchen knife and stab it, but the restraints that the monk had placed on him had not yet disappeared, and although it was obviously somewhat loose, it was still not far from being able to move freely.

However, this stalemate did not last long, and with the blood light released by the Dao Sutra completely converging, the antique-looking thread-bound book suddenly fell into Feng Xue's hands.

That's right, it fell into Feng Xue's hands!

"What the hell is this?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows, although his hand couldn't move yet, he could feel that this scripture had actually thrown away the method of use and permission!

"Is this, refined?" Feng Xue's eyes widened, and she guessed as she should, but this is not right!

Even if you have money or something, you just have to take it for yourself, and if you want to refine it, you have to grind it slowly!

But what's the situation now? Why is this sutra like a licking dog, no, the licking dog doesn't lick like this, because he feels that this sutra and the monk's primordial spirit are imprisoned by the way!

Whose natal magic weapon would imprison their own primordial spirit and give it to the enemy?

But these can be thought about later, it is inevitable that the night will be long and dreamy, Feng Xue immediately issued an order to the Taoist scripture.

The monk didn't even have the ability to say a last word, and he lost his life so quietly.

"Did it really succeed? I thought it was a trap? For example, the restrictions needed to restrain the soul or something......" With the death of the monk, the spell that bound Feng Xue also lost its effect, and the stiff state was suddenly lifted, and Feng Xue, who was caught off guard, almost rolled under the bed.

Reaching out to pick up the Tao Sutra, Feng Xue got up and kicked the corpse on the ground, after confirming that the monk was really dead, he was relieved, but unfortunately this Tao Sutra was a magic weapon for mortals from the beginning, although it could directly erase the Yuan Shen by using the characteristics of the natal magic weapon, but it could not restrain the soul of the monk, otherwise with the ghost of the monk, Feng Xue would be able to try to embark on the path of the monk.

Groping up and down, and found that there were no sachets, rings or anything like that, Feng Xue pursed her lips in some disappointment, and after secretly saying a poor ghost, she inhaled hard.

Then he suddenly raised his head and cried out, "Where are the people? Where are the people? The thieves have broken into my house!"

With this terrible scream, a series of footsteps also came to mind, and a group of healthy servants with guns and sticks poured into the bedroom, looking at the corpses on the ground, all in a cold sweat.

Feng Xue didn't bother to say anything, so she packed up the body and prepared to continue to make up for sleep.

But lying on the bed, he couldn't sleep anyway, holding the Taoist scripture containing more than a dozen ghosts, his face was full of inexplicability.

"If I hadn't been able to feel the location of my natal magic weapon, I would have almost thought that you were made of that first piece of paper......" Feng Xue muttered, and suddenly a carp jumped up because he realized something.

This is a book made of paper!

"I am the inventor of paper in the desolate world, so, the ancestor of ten thousand papers?" Feng Xue frowned and made such a speculation, although he had not heard of the existence of the ancestor of the pen or the ancestor of the sword, but this desolation, whether it was the first pen or the first sword, it was all innate, and there was no precedent at all.

But now that he thought of it, he always had to test it, Feng Xue jumped out of bed again, found a piece of paper from the table, aimed the sharp edge at his wrist, gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, and then pulled hard.

Sting!

Feng Xue, who was already ready to pull out the idea of pulling out a cut, looked at the uninjured wrist, and was a little unsure, so she folded the paper a few times, made it into a paper fan, and pulled it down hard towards the back of her hand.

"Smack!"

It hurts to explode as soon as you hear it, but it turns out that it doesn't hurt at all.

It was as if the paper fan suddenly slowed down the moment it touched the back of Feng Xue's hand.

"Sure enough, as long as it's a paper product, it can't hurt me!" After several rounds of experiments, I finally confirmed this guess after sweating all over my body and still not even the slightest injury.

"Does this mean that all the magic weapons made of paper in this world are like licking dogs when they see themselves?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xue was really excited, but after thinking about it, she shook her head again, the desolate land, it seems that there is no well-known magic weapon made of paper at all, even if it is the Taiji Diagram and the Mountains and Rivers Society Diagram, the two things that seem to be paper, they are all natural things, compared to paper, it is more appropriate to say that it is a two-way foil.

And even if it is a paper magic weapon, as long as it is not a natal magic weapon, even if he jumps back on the spot, the monk can slap him to death. If it were a few thousand years from now, when the Fu Gong Sect was flourishing, maybe it would still be of some use.

"It's better than nothing, isn't it?But what is the success of that fortune this time?Isn't the ancestor of paper 100% activated?" Feng Xue thought of this, and shook his head again, this is unlikely, if it is not necessarily launched, then what is the point?

But then, Feng Xue figured it out.

The monk did.

If you don't use the Yuan Shen to urge the natal magic weapon, but use it normally, even if Feng Xue takes it as your own, it will not affect the Yuan Shen.

In this way, although the monk who has lost his natal magic weapon will be weakened, and even seriously injured, it is still more than enough to kill himself.

However, the normal use of that magic weapon seems to require mortals to take the initiative to read it, and Feng Xue got the information of the Dao Sutra from You An in advance, in this case, it is inevitable that there will be many dreams at night, and it is not a wrong choice to do it directly.