Chapter 69: Robbing people

Thirteenth floor, room 1313.

If it were placed in the West, this would definitely be an extremely unlucky room. Some buildings would not even have a thirteenth floor, and often the twelfth floor would lead to the fourteenth floor.

However, there is no such thing in the East. The high-end lounge of the island country's Mage Association headquarters building is located on this floor. There are fifteen rooms in total. They are mainly used for temporary rest by senior members and visitors. Although it is a temporary rest place, it can be used for a long time.

The decoration and furnishings are all of high standard. Compared with the presidential suite in a five-star hotel, it is only more gorgeous.

This room 1313 is one of them.

But at this moment, the room changed its appearance. The soft handmade wool carpet was lifted up and rolled to one side of the room. Six monks wearing yellow robes sat cross-legged on the cold ground side by side.

They were tightly closed, as motionless as statues, only their lips kept moving, silently chanting sutras. These six monks were all old and wrinkled, dark and thin, and their bodies were so dry that they could even count their ribs clearly.

, looks comparable to African refugees. Behind them is a large bed, with a petite figure huddled under the quilt, seemingly sleeping soundly, with only a lock of long black hair exposed from the edge of the quilt.

The room was filled with a leisurely and quiet atmosphere.

Suddenly, one of the old monks suddenly opened his eyes, glanced at the opening of the ventilation duct in the corner, raised his hand and made a fist in front of his chest, and gave a weak blow to the opening of the ventilation duct.

Silently, the opening of the ventilation duct and the surrounding walls fell down like flour, revealing a large black hole. In the hole lay a young man with a face full of astonishment, holding a PDA in his hand, who had just clicked on the picture.

Master Yongda crawled over to save people. He reached the entrance of the ventilation duct and was about to use his six-ear magical power to explore the situation in the room. Unexpectedly, before he had time to use it, he felt that the surrounding magic power was undulating like a violent wave, and the walls and pipes were all around.

Then it shattered inch by inch and turned into powder, but the place where he lay was like the eye of a tornado, calm and calm. When he was stunned, all the obstructions had disappeared, and six black and thin old monks were sitting neatly.

In front of you.

Surprisingly, it was discovered just like that.

The old monk who punched Yong Da Tianshi out slowly withdrew his fist to his chest and looked straight at Yong Bowen without saying a word. But the other five old monks didn't even open their eyes.

Yong Bowen climbed out gracefully, dusted off the dirt on his body, laughed twice, then looked at the PDA in his palm and asked, "Is this room 1313?"

The only old monk with his eyes open opened his mouth and babbled something. It was not in Japanese. In recent days, Master Yongda often listened to it. Even if he didn't understand it, he was deeply impressed by the pronunciation and intonation. It was not in English, and Master Yongda understood it.

I think I passed CET-6 back then; it’s not French either. Master Yongda is very interested in French art films, especially avant-garde auteur films. I’ve seen a lot of them, like Intimate Fuck Me, and I’m really interested in them.

It is said that he also knows a little bit about the language that was once the most elegant representative of Europe; of course, if he can't understand it, it can't be Chinese.

At this moment, Yong Bowen finally realized the good intentions of the Ministry of Education in promoting foreign language teaching.

What era is this? In the age of the global village, you have to meet three or two international friends when you go out. If you don't know two or three foreign languages, you can't even talk to people. No, Master Yongda can't even ask for directions now.

I could only stare at the old monk, and then I slightly mistook my eyes, and my eyes fell on the big bed behind the old monk, and I couldn't help but feel happy.

The person lying on the bed was obviously an underage girl from the body shape. At this time of chaos, in this building that had just experienced a bloody battle, except for Mayo Iwasato, who was kidnapped by Ono Sando, there must have been

There will be no other Shingon sect family members coming here to stay, and these six old monks who look like masters at first glance will be sent to guard it.

"I seem to have gone the wrong way. Farewell, farewell!"

Yong Bowen waved to the old monk who opened his eyes, turned around and walked out.

The old monk said something loudly, and as soon as the door opened, four monks poured in. This time, the ones who came in were genuine Shingon sect monks. The most eye-catching ones were the black and white monk robes and the bamboo hat hanging on the back.

logo.

Four monks rushed in and met Yong Bowen. They were shocked and drank out at the same time: "Yong Bowen!"

Famous, this is real fame! There are thousands of monks in the Shingon sect. There may be some who don't know Sakurai Natsusen, but there are probably none who don't know Yong Bowen.

"No, you got the wrong person!"

Yong Bowen shouted and knocked down the nearest Shingon monk with one punch. As soon as he turned around, a large number of paper talismans were scattered like snowflakes. The remaining three Shingon monks must have heard about the power of Master Yong's talismans.

When he saw the talisman flying in front of him, without saying a word, he picked up his knocked down companion and ran away. He didn't forget to close the door when he went out. He was quite polite and qualified. Yong Bowen had no time to pay attention to them.

After drinking the sound, the talisman flying all over the sky shot towards the six old monks like meteors.

The six old monks remained motionless. The talismans flew to a place less than a mile in front of them, and then disappeared without a trace like snowflakes falling under the direct sunlight of summer. None of them had any effect.

Yong Bowen was startled. Ever since he realized that his own talisman was more powerful in fighting than catching ghosts, he had never encountered such a situation where the talisman was ineffective. He couldn't figure out the details of these six old monks for a while, and then his mind moved.

The Nine Nether Soul Flame Gods and Demons appeared from around them, the nine skulls flashed with dark light, and the nine types of Yin Thunder shot out in unison.

The monk who opened his eyes raised his brows, his face became angry, and he shouted. The other five monks still did not open their eyes, but together with the monk who opened his eyes, they made fingerprints on their chests, and a faint light flowed out from their fingers, as if

The six streams converged into one place and turned into a circular mirror-like disc blocking the front of the body. The nine-style Yin Thunder hit the disc in the middle, but it was refracted like light in a mirror. Some ran towards the wall, some ran towards the window.

Some of them ran to the roof of the shed, and three of them came straight back, shooting straight at Yong Bowen. Yong Bowen took a step back, opened the door and ran out, closing the door behind him. When he looked back, he was facing the man who had escaped earlier.

The four Shingon monks came face to face with each other. The four monks shouted and rushed forward. Yong Bowen used the weird shape-shifting technique and turned around among the four Shingon monks, easily

The loose ground knocked them all down, and when he turned around, he saw that the entire wall behind him had disappeared. Not only that, not only the four walls of the room disappeared, but also a large part of the roof disappeared. The strong wind howled in, but when he got there

The six monks disappeared immediately in front of them. It was as if the place where the six old monks were sitting had become another world, and there was no interference to enter. Even the quilt on the bed behind them did not move at all. The people on the bed still lay motionless.

Yong Bowen was about to use other methods when he suddenly heard Huajian's voice in his mind.

"Don't use those thirteen evil sects' spells, just use the Demon-Breaking Sword! These six guys have set up the Fuzang Fuxin Formation. If they don't move, they can't make any waves. No matter what they do in front of their Heart Formation, they will be destroyed.

Intangible, it is the nemesis of the thirteen evil sects' spells. If you have Yong Han's method of making talismans, you can use the talisman technique of Taiping Dao to break it, but your ability is not good, so you can only use tricks. Listen to me,

Use the Fudo Ming King's Demon-Breaking Sword, shout out the name of the move before drawing the sword, then use the Fright Talisman, then throw the Fire Talisman as much as possible, and finally use the Invincible Demon-Breaking Sword, then use your land flying ability and rush in to grab it

Just leave when you meet someone, don't hesitate or stop, otherwise you will be trapped in your heart by them, just wait for Ono Santang to come and deal with you."

"You won't help me if you don't tell me?"

Yong Bowen replied in the midst of his busy schedule, leaned over and picked up the bamboo stick of a Shingon monk, used it as a temporary sword, and made the gesture of the Eight Demon Swordsman.

"What I'm saying is that I won't help you save those European mages. Now if something happens, you can't just let an idiot like you wait for death here. Take action quickly, Ono Santang will definitely come down when he hears the movement!" Hanajian said in a rather serious tone.

Because of helplessness.

Yong Bowen shouted "Fudo Ming King's Demon-Breaking Sword" and struck out with his sword.

The five old monks who had kept their eyes closed opened their eyes at the same time. Six pairs of twelve old, almost transparent eyes stared closely at the bamboo stick that Yong Bowen had dropped. An invisible wave rippled in the air, violent and unstoppable.

The force of the horse's sword swept past the six monks like a violent wind. The old monks who had been motionless simultaneously stretched out their right hands and pushed forward, just in time to resist the sword, which was so powerful that it could split the sky and split the earth. There was a loud explosion,

The headwind was strong, and the air was filled with the sharp sound of rapid airflow, and a series of dull sonic booms erupted. Yong Bowen chanted a spell, first threw six frightening talismans, and then scattered the fire talismans on his body.

, the fire flashed in the air, and balls of flames flew in all directions, igniting as soon as they hit the ground. The fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the wind assisted the fire. In the blink of an eye, the entire room was on fire. In the raging flames, Yong Bowen stepped forward and used

The Sword of Invincible Destruction of Troubles. This move captures the idea of ​​invincibility and victory. It is borrowed from the Dharma of the Incompetent Victory King. According to legend, this Ming King is actually the incarnation of Sakyamuni. He has incomparable divine power and can conquer all living beings' troubles and demonic obstacles.

, has four arms and four sides, each with three eyes, surrounded by green snakes, and its hair is like flames. With one move, it is a chain of sixteen swords. For a time, the sword shadows are everywhere, and the flames in the room are stirred up, whistling with the sword energy.

Vertically and horizontally, it was as if dozens of flamethrowers were spraying flames from all angles at the same time. The six old monks who had been sitting there and refused to move showed no signs of making any move, and spread out to both sides to make way for the big bed.

, but they were unwilling to give up their defense just like that. Although they stepped aside, they stretched out their skinny arms to hug him weakly. But as soon as they raised their arms, they heard a whooshing sound, and Yong Bowen rushed to the bed like lightning.

, he rolled up the man on the bed, lifted it onto his shoulder, and rushed straight forward. When he encountered a wall blocking his way, he used a flaming finger to blow the wall into pieces. He could only hear a series of bombing sounds, like

The long dragon goes away, winding endlessly.
Chapter completed!