Wan Zheng's words made Master Taihui's heart move. He couldn't help but blurt out and asked: "Your leader? Does he know who the murderer is? Can you tell me?"

Hearing his question, Wan Zheng immediately showed a disappointed look in his eyes and said disdainfully: "Who is our leader? Is the person he wants to find someone we ordinary people can know? Your martial arts is better than 'too'

Those bald donkeys of my generation are all taller, so they must have a very close relationship with Yi Wu Sheng Monk. If you don’t even know who killed him, you would be very sorry for the master!"

Wan Zheng sometimes looks like a bald donkey, and sometimes looks like a holy monk, which shows his inner imbalance. Even when he walks, he is one tall and one short, and he is unbalanced. However, he has developed excellent magic skills, which shows how strong his faith is.

Stronger.

Master Taihui didn't know what to say to such strangers who fell into the devil's path. He could only express pity and sigh. As the saying goes, Buddha saves people who are destined to be saved. People like him are already too far away from Buddha nature.

At this moment, there was a muffled groan in the dense forest on the right, and a man in a blue suit staggered out with a pale face. He fell to the ground as soon as he reached the roadside.

Both of them knew that this person had been hiding nearby for a long time, and his martial arts was also among the first-class masters, but neither of them knew which side he belonged to. Just when the two were competing in telekinesis, this person suffered a disaster and basically lost his spirit.

Confused.

Wan Zheng glanced at the man, a cold light flashed in his single eye, and a cruel sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Bald donkey! Try this trick again!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he spun around and said, "Clang!" With a sound, the golden crown on his head fell to the ground, a green Taoist robe slowly fell in the air, and Wan Zheng disappeared out of thin air!

Of course, he is not a god, so he will not really disappear. Instead, the color of his body and skin has changed and blended into the surrounding environment, just like Guo Xuanwu's color-changing ability.

Master Taihui was suddenly startled, and immediately felt a slight fluctuation in the air, like a transparent film, attached to the man on the ground.

I saw the man's body standing straight up, like a zombie, and Wan Zheng's sinister laugh rang out: "Bald donkey! Try my second form of Illusion and Demonic Skill again - Demon God Puppet!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man's face suddenly changed into a stern look. Even his walking posture was one tall and one short, and his speed was very slow.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, the man's shambling look is like a cripple walking, but in Master Taihui's view, not only did his hands, eyes, and feet coordinate perfectly, but he also exuded an invisible dark energy from his whole body.

The scene is like a terrifying demon god who has just crawled out of the eighteenth level of purgatory!

As the man approached Master Taihui step by step, the dark aura surrounding his body gradually expanded and became stronger and stronger. The density of the air suddenly increased, and a sense of oppression enveloped Master Taihui.

"Snapped!"

The golden crown on the ground burst into pieces under the squeeze of dense air!

The dark aura was getting closer and closer, and it was about to swallow Master Taihui inside. He even found it difficult to breathe!

Master Taihui changed several movements one after another, but no matter how he dodged it, it had no effect at all. The only way to break this magic move was to destroy the puppet in front of him.

It can be described as easy for Master Taihui to destroy this puppet. He can be beaten into scum with just a casual palm of the Great Fool. However, after all, he is a living life and an innocent victim.

However, Master Taihui is so compassionate that he would never take such a harsh approach.

The difference between saints and demons is here. One kills people without blinking an eye and regards life as nothing, while the other regards everything as spiritual. Not to mention people, even flowers and plants are not willing to be destroyed easily. Wan Zheng saw this clearly.

That's why he used this trick.

Beads of sweat broke out on Master Taihui's forehead, his eyes were gleaming, and he saw that Wan Zheng was hiding behind the puppet, clinging to his back like a tarsal maggot.

Master Taihui remained as still as a mountain, raised his right hand slightly, and released the wood energy in the palm of the Great Fool. He saw countless fallen branches flying up from the woods beside the road, entangled and mixed together in the air, forming a long and thin line.

The cylindrical shape flew into his hand like a spiritual snake and turned into a wooden stick about two meters long!

Master Taihui held the wooden stick in his hand, but he did not make any movement, and there was hesitation in his eyes.

Wan Zheng clung to the puppet's back. Seeing the tangled expression on Master Taihui's face, Wan Zheng was ecstatic: "I can't even save my own life, and I'm still thinking about others. What a stupid bald ass! Then let me

I’ll give you a ride to hell to be merciful!”

When Wan Zheng was feeling happy, he suddenly noticed that the stick in Master Taihui's hand was slowly raised and he made a weird posture!

"This is……"

Wan Zheng's expression suddenly changed!

His single pupil shrank suddenly, and a chill rose in his heart unconsciously!

"It's the second form of the Prajna Wisdom Sword---the Blue Lion Demon-Conquering Sword!"

Wan Zheng couldn't help but exclaimed!

Back then, he was defeated by Yi Wu Sheng Monk's sword move. Of course, it was still fresh in his memory. Now that he saw this move again twenty years later, how could he not be afraid?

I saw a golden light suddenly shot out from Master Taihui's head. The golden light shot straight into the sky and turned into a ball. Then the shape changed and a shining golden Arhat appeared in the sky!

I saw that this Arhat was more than five meters tall, wearing golden armor, holding a golden sword, and beside him was a blue lion with teeth and claws. He rushed down towards the puppet from a high position.

In the blink of an eye, the green lion pounced on the puppet's head, opened its bloody mouth, and swallowed him in one bite!

"call!"

The puppet disappeared, and so did the lion, leaving only a dazzling golden light.

There was a "sizzling" sound in the air, as if something was being scorched by fire. The dark aura emitted by the puppet began to slowly melt away, and the surrounding pressure also slowly weakened.

That is, after a cup of tea, the dark aura completely disappeared, and the golden light also disappeared. "Plop!" With a sound, the puppet fell to the ground, and it was still the man in the blue suit.

, and still breathing weakly.

At the moment when the green lion was about to devour the puppet, Wan Zheng broke away from the puppet's body. At the same moment when he broke away from the puppet, a sword light in the air pierced his face!

"Fuck! That's so cruel!"

Wan Zheng scolded his mother for selling batches!

This trick of Master Taihui is much more terrifying than the "Yiwu Saint Monk" twenty years ago!

When "Yiwu Saint Monk" used this move, there was no murderous intention in the sword posture, he just wanted him to retreat in the face of difficulties, but Master Taihui was not like that. There was a cold murderous intention in the sword posture, which was obvious.

Just want to kill him!

"I still think too highly of this bald donkey! His compassion is far inferior to that of the Yiwu Saint Monk..."
Chapter completed!