"Team leader, they seem to be doing some small moves, should we make a move first?"

Seeing that the target is in front of them, and they can take it with a flip of hand, some people in the dragon group are a little breathless.

However, Han Ming didn't care, Shi Shiran said: "It's just some kittens and dogs, what kind of waves can they turn over? As long as there is a magic weapon given by the Lord, none of these people can escape!"

"Yes! Yes!" The members of the Dragon Group who asked questions looked at the golden brick magic weapon that exuded supreme coercion in Han Ming's hand, swallowed their saliva, and didn't dare to say anything more, so they retreated.

It's about the same time.

Han Ming sneered, picked up the gold brick in his hand, and slowly advanced towards the four people in the encirclement. The coercion exuded by the golden bricks was enough to make these miscellaneous fish who had not even cultivated Yuan Ying feel terrified. Now they are probably so scared that their legs are weak, right?

The flying speed of the gold brick is slow and leisurely, but because Zhang Buddha and his party have been locked by the coercion of the gold brick, they can only watch it fly above their heads. Actually, Han Ming was deliberately so slow. Because, if it ends all at once, it's not fun.

He enjoyed the cat-and-mouse game, and it was a pleasure to see the enemy struggling before his eyes, but unable to do anything about it. This power of life and death gave him a blissful thrill that he had not enjoyed for decades.

After the gold bricks flew above the heads of the four people, they emitted bursts of golden light, and a group of people could be vaguely seen with their mouths wide open, as if they were saying something, but no sound came out. Those were the members of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau who were included in the gold bricks by Han Ming before, and they were all taken in by Han Ming in an unsuspecting manner, and now they are probably still confused!

Just now, Han Ming was worried that the mission would fail, and most of the methods he used were sneak attacks, quick battles, and he didn't feel the thrill of success at all. Anyway, the four people who are surrounded now are also unable to fly, so he has to enjoy it!

The golden light of the gold bricks shone faintly, exuding supreme coercion, making people unable to resist the thought.

Seeing that the golden light was coming, it was about to involve the four of them in the "Fantian World", and suddenly a loud shout rang out from the four.

"It's now, run!"

The authentic Buddhist lion roared, and the members of the dragon group who surrounded the four were attacked by powerful sound waves, their heads were dizzy, and they couldn't help but take a step back. And the members of the dragon group in front of the four people were even more seriously injured, not just dizziness, some of them even had blood from their ears, and they were obviously already suffering internal injuries. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three figures quickly rushed forward, without fighting, knocked down a few miscellaneous fish that stood in the way in three or two strokes, but after a few breaths, they broke out of this gap and fled in all directions.

And in the middle of the encirclement, Zhang Buddha held his hands up, his face turned red, his whole body was blue and knotted, and he glared angrily at the huge gold brick above his head. That burst of golden light actually stopped under the strange power of Buddha Zhang, and it didn't land at the first time, which caused the mutation just now.

"Impossible! How can you hold the magic weapon given by the Lord?" Han Ming's face turned blue in an instant, and he looked at Buddha Zhang, who was still holding on in the field, and his teeth were about to be crushed by him.

He was careless for a while, and as a result, he was tricked. Although the lion's roar is not a profound spell, the crowd shock and stun effects it comes with are still very uncomfortable. Even after a while, he still feels a bit of a headache. That is, in this few breaths, he actually let those "rats" run away! This is undoubtedly a big slap in the face for Han Ming, who has successfully ascended to the position of leader of the dragon group.

And what's more important is that the magic weapon of the Lord is actually held up by this bald head in front of him!

Han Ming's mood is very bad, but Zhang Foye's current situation is even worse.

In any case, the "Fantian World" is a magic weapon from the hands of the golden immortals in the ancient period, and it is not something that Zhang Foye, a small Jindan stage cultivator, can compete with. If it weren't for the fact that he had been pondering and fighting against the master behind this magic weapon in the ten years since he joined the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, and had done countless investigations and experiments, I am afraid that he would not have been able to delay this time.

However, after the three of them escaped, Zhang Foye couldn't hold on any longer, and after a while, he was overwhelmed by the coercion of the gold bricks.

The roasted duck can fly, and Han Ming's face is thrown to his grandmother's house. Originally, Hu Dayuan just told him to catch these remnants of the Supernatural Investigation Bureau, but Han Ming was angry and angry, full of thoughts of revenge, and he didn't care about any tasks. He beckoned, withdrew the gold brick, and turned to recite the mantra.

A flying sword was summoned out of thin air with the sound of a dragon's groan, the sword was three feet six inches long, and seven small grooves were made at the hilt, each of which was inlaid with a gem, arranged in the direction of the Big Dipper, the sword body was full of aura, and the sharp blade reflected a little cold light.

This is the natal magic weapon that Han Ming spent several years collecting all kinds of precious materials to create, the Seven Star Cold Light Sword. Originally, Han Ming planned to give him a "surprise" in the fateful duel with Song Zaitian, but now I'm afraid he is going to see blood in advance!

The Seven-Star Cold Light Sword, with Han Ming's full of anger, flew straight towards Buddha Zhang. And because Zhang Foye was alone under the pressure of the "Fantian World", his spiritual power was overdrawn so much that he fell to the ground and couldn't resist at all, and he was about to hate Han Ming's sword when he saw it!

......

"Master, is there really such a world of Elysium in this world?"

"Yes. ”

"Is that in the Western Heavens? How can I find it?"

"If you think it's the Western Heaven, that's the Western Heaven, and if you think it's the mortal world, it's the mortal world. It's the same everywhere, it's Elysium everywhere. True Elysium does not refer to a specific place, but to your heart. Where your heart is, there is Elysium. ”

"Master, have you found your Elysium?"

"Haha, where is it so easy! Master has cultivated for so many years, but he can't transcend himself, let alone bliss. And everyone's path is different, the master leads the door, and the cultivation is personal. ”

"The disciple doesn't understand. ”

"Not only do you not understand, but neither does Master. Those who really understand will not nest in this small temple, I am afraid that they will all go to Elysium to enjoy happiness!"

"Master, you are lying again, be careful that the master punishes you. ”

"Little slippery head, it's not what you want to ask!"

......

Buddha Zhang closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, just like every virtuous monk who was about to pass away, in the face of death, his heart was silent.

Master, disciple is afraid that he will never find his own Elysium again......