The first nail seals the heart and blocks the transport of qi and blood. The second nail pierced into the Baihui acupoint, sealing the gate of heaven and blocking the sympathy of qi and luck.

Xu Qi'an's qi and blood and qi were blocked at the same time, and his cultivation was sealed.

The most deadly thing is that these golden nails engraved with Buddhist texts seem to have special damage to Shenshu, and when the two nails enter the body, Shenshu is silent.

He was sealed.

Without warning, whether it was Xu Qi'an or Shenshu, in the face of the sneak attack of the white-clothed warlock, neither of them received a warning of danger.

Although they were seriously injured and their state was declining in all aspects, for their current cultivation, this was simply ridiculous.

But that's what the white-clad warlock did.

The white-clothed warlock held the remaining seven nails between his fingertips, and did not rush to make a move, but looked at the stargazing tower, and looked at Sarun Agu and the prison on the gossip platform.

The white-clothed warlock chuckled: "The colorless beads of the Buddha Gate are really easy to use, without it, I really can't be sure that it will be transmitted to you silently and not be discovered by you and the demon monks."

"In order to deal with him, Buddhism has made a bloody investment. ”

In the palm of his hand is a Buddha bead turned into powder.

He, he is the first superintendent........ Sarun Agu is also in the capital, plus the contemporary supervisor, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are together........ Xu Qi'an's heart slowly sank.

All the gifts are secretly marked with a price.

Now, the debt collectors are coming.

Two nails entered the body, qi and blood were blocked, the qi was coagulated, and the hands and feet were difficult to move.

He couldn't do anything but think.

Xu Qi'an's eyes kept turning, and he saw that on the top of the stargazing building, the sky that had already dispersed was suddenly overcast, and thick lightning slashed down, and clear light raged across the horizontal.

The white-clothed warlock retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and said:

"The capital is his territory, but Salen Agu has lived for thousands of years, and he has a deep heritage, and if he tries his best, it will not be difficult to stop him. Luo Yuheng was stopped by the head of the Earth Sect on his side.

"The only person who can save you is Zhao Shou. But? The great Confucianism of the three products? It's a little bit worse. ”

The white-clothed warlock's face was blurred, as if he had made a mosaic? So that Xu Qi'an can't see his true face clearly? But listen to the tone, leisurely and calm? With the confidence that everything is under control.

Zhenguo Sword, save me........ Xu Qi'an shouted wildly in his heart.

Zhenguo sword buzzing and shaking? Reveal infinite sword intent.

But the white-clad warlock casually wipes it? The brass sword fell silent, and the Zhenguo sword was briefly sealed.

"The peerless divine soldier has been baptized by six hundred years of luck, which is a big killer for the high-quality products of the ordinary system. But right, to get lucky? A warlock who specializes in refining weapons and formations? No threat. The white-clothed warlock spoke calmly.

As he spoke, he took the Confucian carving knife from Xu Qi'an's hand again, the carving knife trembled, and the clear light overflowed from his fingertips, but it couldn't hurt him in the slightest.

Not much? The Confucian Carving Knife also calmed down and sealed for a short time.

"This carving knife? It still has to be in the hands of Confucianism in order to exert its true power. Otherwise? Any peerless divine soldier without the blessing of his master? Just like floating water? Can't use it all the time? Every time you run out of strength, you need to recuperate for a while. This is a little knowledge that only warlocks understand, you learn more. ”

He said unhurriedly, Xu Qi'an's face turned pale, and he was very anxious in his heart.

Shout!

At this moment, the incomparable sword light rose up against the sky and slashed towards the white-clothed warlock.

He grabbed it, held the Taiping knife in his hand, and shook his head with a little disappointment: "Once the divine soldier chooses the master, he will only recognize the master, and it will not be of much use to others." ”

The white-clothed warlock's palm lit up, and the layers of blessings were on the Taiping Knife, and soon, the trembling blade stabilized, and the Taiping Knife was also sealed.

With a casual throw, the Taiping knife fell at the gate of the city that collapsed into ruins.

Nailed to the ground.

"Is there any other means? If not, I'll take you away. The white-clad warlock said.

At this time, Xu Qi'an found that he could speak, and he tentatively said: "The luck on my body is hidden by you?"

The white-clad warlock didn't answer, pressed his shoulder with one hand, and his figure flashed, teleporting away.

Xu Qi'an's eyes were blurred, and in the next second, he found himself in the suburbs, with continuous barren fields on the left, a small lake on the right, and mountains in the distance.

Where is it........

The Warlock's teleportation was unreasonable, he didn't know where he was now.

"Teleportation is forbidden here!"

In the mellow and deep voice, a figure stood out in front of him, wearing a sub-holy Confucian crown, wearing an old Confucian shirt, and his hair, which was originally negligent in dressing, was now properly tied in the Confucian crown.

Dean Zhao Shou!

"No physical contact. ”

His tone was calm, but there was an irresistible rule in what he said.

A clear light forcibly separated the white-clothed warlock and Xu Qi'an.

Relying on the sub-saint Confucian crown, Zhao Shou forcibly promoted his personality to the second grade.

After parting the white-clothed warlock, he waved his sleeve: "Retreat a hundred miles." ”

The white-clad warlock with a blurred face vanished instantly.

"Yes, saved? Didn't you say that you can't teleport? Confucianism is really a big hooligan.........

Xu Qi'an was so relieved that he almost threw himself into Zhao Shou's arms and called his father.

But the next moment, Xu Qi'an saw the white-clothed warlock appear beside him, and said with a smile:

"That's right, the luck in your body was implanted in your body by me in order to hide from the prison. ”

Xu Qi'an was stunned for a moment: "How did you come back?"

The white-clothed warlock smiled, "Walked back." ”

As he spoke, a gossip array lit up under Xu Qi'an's feet, and the white-clothed warlock happened to be stepping on the wind gate.

Xu Qi'an looked at him blankly, and his heart sank again.

Zhao Shou's face did not change, and said leisurely: "Draw the ground as a prison!"

A clear light fell from the sky, enveloping the land within a radius of dozens of miles, completely isolated from the outside world, inside the cage is one world, and outside the cage is another world.

He was stalling for time, waiting for the prison to arrive.

The white-clothed warlock smiled, "Then play with you." ”

As soon as he stepped down, a series of formations appeared out of thin air, enveloping Zhao Shou inside.

These formations are different, some are intertwined with thunder, some are misty, some are sharp, some are flames, but they are perfectly integrated into one formation.

They appeared at Zhao Shou's feet at the same time, strangling together.

The Confucian crown on Zhao Shou's head lowered the clear light, and the aura of Haoran protected the body, and he raised his finger to carve a Buddhist text in the void.

The Buddhist text melted into his body, and in an instant, a little gold paint bloomed, and the Vajra divine power was supported.

Haoran's qi and vajra magic skills protected him tightly.

For the Confucian high-quality powerhouse, as long as I have seen it, I can prostitute it for nothing.

In this wave, Zhao Shoubai prostituted Xu Qi'an's King Kong undefeated.

Then, Zhao Shou imitated the white-clothed warlock, stepped down, and layers of formation patterns were born from under him, spreading rapidly, to include the white-clothed warlock.

But the white-clothed warlock just waved his sleeves and swept away the formation displayed by Zhao Shoushi.

How can it be effective to use a formation against a warlock?

The white-clothed warlock took off the sachet on his waist in an orderly manner, and in an instant, one by one magic weapons flew out as if he didn't need money.

Artillery pieces were arranged, bed crossbows fell to the ground, and magic weapons and crossbows floated in the air, and their crosshairs were all aimed at Zhao Shou.

One by one, swords sharpened like clay broke through the air.

In addition, there are other magic weapons with strange effects, such as ropes used for restraint, bronze mirrors used to deter the original gods, and bronze bells used for seals..........

What a special bells and whistles, compared to it, Takefu can only be described as vulgar......... Witnessing the battle between the Confucian Gao Pin and the Warlock Gao Pin, Xu Qi'an sighed spontaneously.

In the roar of artillery, the white-clothed warlock pinched a nail and pierced Xu Qi'an's dantian.

Xu Qi'an had severe pain in his lower abdomen, cold sweat was dripping, he endured the pain, and said:

"Why do you want to give me luck?"

The white-clad warlock didn't answer, and picked up a nail again.

Xu Qi'an felt a pang in his heart, and subconsciously wanted to retreat, but his body couldn't move, "You are leading the tax and silver case, and the purpose is to get me out of the capital in a "reasonable" way?"

The white-clad warlock laughed, "You guessed right. ”

"But I can't guess why you want to take me out of the capital on the grounds of the tax and silver case, with your means and ability, even if there is a prison in the capital, you can also take me out of the capital. ”

Xu Qi'an stared at him, trying to see through the "mosaic" and observe his expression.

The white-clothed warlock touched his head, and his voice was gentle, as if the elder was talking to the junior:

"Aren't you a genius in Da Feng's case-solving genius, you have been given so much time, and you haven't found out?"

I'm checking your mother's fuck........ Xu Qi'an almost burst into foul language, but he held back, tried to delay time, and said, "Yunzhou, you are helping me, right?"

"Hmm!"

The white-clad warlock replied succinctly.

"You help me, not because of a gift to me, but because Yunzhou is Xuzhou, and it is the base camp of your lineage, right?"

Xu Qi'an's words were not shocking, and he died endlessly.

"It's not stupid. ”

The white-clothed warlock's tone was still calm, pinching the nail, piercing the dantian on Xu Qi'an's chest, and said, "How did you guess it?"

Xu Qi'an's face turned pale, a large amount of sweat beaded on his forehead, and his tone was slightly weak:

"Because the geographical location of Yunzhou is really good, it is backed by the sea, even if you fail to get along, you can go overseas by boat. And why is Yunzhou not other seaside states? Because Yunzhou is rich in products, and in terms of grain production, it is second only to Yuzhou and Zhangzhou, which are known as the "granaries of Dafeng."

"In terms of iron ore, medicinal materials and other mountain treasures, Yunzhou is second only to the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang. At the same time, the local bandits are rampant, which is the best cover for you to raise troops.

"The Witch God Cult has also taken a fancy to this place, and has been secretly plotting all these years. Supporting mountain bandits, colluding with the party, and transporting military supplies. This is in your interest.

"So you borrow the hand of Duke Wei and borrow my hand to uproot the Witch God Sect. This will not expose you, and it will wipe out the power of the Witch God Cult.

"The above, if my guess is correct, then Yang Chuannan, the commander of Yunzhou, is actually your person. ”

The white-clothed warlock applauded lightly, unable to see his face clearly, but full of smiles: "It's all guessed, you still guessed something, you might as well say it, I'll give you a chance to delay time." ”

"Unfortunately, I woke up too late. Xu Qi'an shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reason why he was able to quickly lock down Song Changfu, the political envoy of Yunzhou, was the real culprit behind the scenes was because he captured the lame Liang Youping, and Liang Youping was sent by a white-clothed warlock.

And Liang Youping....... It was Li Miaozhen's friend, and Yunzhou commanded Yang Chuannan to pull it out.

This place in Yunzhou is very strange, obviously very rich, but bandits are rampant, and the people live in poverty. Not to mention Xu Qi'an, that day, even Zhu Guangxiao called it unreasonable.

After summoning Ji Qian's soul in Jianzhou and asking the spirit, Xu Qi'an has been thinking about where Xu Zhou is.

At that time, he didn't think about it for a long time, and it dawned on him when he found out everything later.

"When I was in Yunzhou, why didn't you smoke my luck?"

"Didn't you see that. The white-clothed warlock lifted the nail in his hand and said:

"The seal under Sambo is inside you, and if I want to draw out the luck in your body, I have to face him.

"This demon monk is not an ordinary person, even I can't seal him. So I went to the Western Regions and told the Buddha the news that the gods are in your body.

"They happily lent me the Treasure Sealing Nail. ”

No wonder he was able to easily break my Vajra Divine Skill and easily seal the Divine Specialty, and sure enough, only a monk can deal with a monk.......... Xu Qi'an relieved the despair in his heart by complaining, and said:

"Why don't you borrow early, why don't you borrow late, but wait until this time?"

The white-clothed warlock said with a leisurely and smiling tone: "Of course, it is to wait for Wei Yuan to die in battle, your dragon veins to disperse, and wait for you to kill Joan of Arc." ”

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes: "How do you know that Yuan Jing is Joan of Arc?"

The white-clothed warlock asked rhetorically, "Guess." ”

Without waiting for Xu Qi'an to speak, he continued: "Wei Yuan is not dead, not only is it difficult for the Witch God Sect to sleep and eat, but I also have trouble sleeping. Now that the dragon veins have been dispersed, the Central Plains will inevitably be in chaos, and this is the perfect opportunity to cause trouble.

"It's also the best time for me to get my luck back. ”

As he spoke, another golden nail pierced into Xu Qi'an's big cone.

Xu Qi'an snorted, almost fainting, and the five nails in his body resonated, eroding his vitality, further sealing his cultivation, and further sealing the gods.

He is in a terrible state now, after killing Joan of Arc, the jade is broken twice, and he is in a state of serious injury.

Now that he was stabbed into his body by the first generation of prisoners with a sealing nail, he rarely had the weakness of staying up all night in his previous life, and the kind of weakness that would die suddenly at any time.

"Back then, how did you escape the siege of Emperor Wuzong, the Buddhist Bodhisattva, and the contemporary supervisor?" Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of delaying time.

The white-clothed warlock glanced at Zhao Shou in the distance, opened the sachet again, and summoned a piece of magic weapon, and the top-level magic weapon that didn't want money roared out, replenishing the "strength".

At the same time, he stomped his feet again, spreading out formations that could borrow the power of heaven and earth, including beckoning.

Dean Zhao Shou himself is a third-grade Great Perfection, and with the blessing of the sub-saint Confucian crown, he will not be weaker than the second-grade.......... is worthy of being the first generation of supervisors, I am afraid that there is only one line away from a product........ Xu Qi'an became desperate again.

Restraining Zhao Shou again, the white-clothed warlock pinched the nail and poured it into Qingguang, and said:

"If you want to kill a product, how can it be so easy?"

The sixth nail is inserted into the life point of the lower back.

"He is still resisting, and it is worthy of giving the Buddhist sect a headache to the demon monks. When he is completely sealed, I will set up a formation to retrieve my luck. When the time comes, you may die. ”

"I'm lucky, you hurt my life, I'm not afraid of being eaten by luck?"

Xu Qi'an's face was pale, not afraid, but weak.

"The prison guard did not dare to touch Joan of Arc because he was the prison of Dafeng. Five hundred years ago, he relied on this line of royal family to become a product. Killing the emperor is equivalent to destroying the foundation. The luck in you also comes from this vein.

"If I kill you, I won't destroy my foundation, I only need to bear the backlash, and, for some reason, this backlash is even lighter than ordinary high-grade against you. ”

The white-clad warlock laughed.

"What is the reason for some of the reasons, related to the fact that you hid your luck on me back then?" Xu Qi'an squinted.

The white-clothed warlock replied, "Do you know why I betrayed me when I was imprisoned, and why did I fall from the first rank to the second rank?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

The white-clothed warlock said: "If you know what the first and second grades of the warlock system are called, many things, you can figure it out for yourself." ”

The seventh nail pierced into Xu Qi'an's central acupoint.

Blood and sweat mixed and dyed the ragged green shirt, he was silent for a moment, and nodded:

"I'm really curious about the truth about the murder of the prisoner. ”