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Chapter 528: Dreaming (Part 2)

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    ? I saw the Duoshe knife suddenly reach the top of my head, and I was a little panicked.  Now I can't use other Taoism to fight against it, but I can think of Ren Shu's evil spell.  I forced myself to calm down, recalled the incantation carefully, and recited the incantation Nianjue.  After the sound of the incantation, I saw those strange human faces and Duoshe Dao retreated a little.

    I suddenly remembered that something red had entered my body when I fell asleep just now.  Thinking about it carefully, could it be the spirit of Duoshe Dao?  This knife is bloodthirsty, tainted with too much blood.  The invasion of blood energy gave the evil knife a spirituality and a soul.  Could it be that the sword spirit entered my body just now?  Thinking of this, I remembered the exorcism spell that Wu Dan taught me, so I recited it silently, chanting the mantra, and slowly expelling the spirit from my body.

    I saw that the saber spirit had returned to Duoshe Dao, and then saw that the saber had returned to my hand, and immediately clenched it tightly, and shouted in the face of Master Ziyang: "Come out if you have the ability!"

    How do I know what method you use when you show your face when you are paralyzed?  If I don't know what spell he used, I can't use human script to fight back.  Of course, the opponent is Master Ziyang, and I don't expect the Renshu to have any great effect.

    Master Ziyang looked at me thoughtfully, and slowly walked out of the shadows.  Only then did I see his whole appearance clearly.  Wearing a moon-white double-breasted gown, he is tall and thin, with sharp eyes, but his eyes are always subconsciously squinted, as if he looks at everyone with a suspicious attitude.

    "Have you read human books?" Master Ziyang asked suddenly.  The sound echoed in the empty space, and those faces slowly dispersed like a dog seeing its owner.

    Is Emma trying to catch me and make me write the content of the human book?  I suddenly remembered the bloody plot of martial arts movies.  This can't work, if I get caught, I'll be finished, no good.  Thinking of this, I subconsciously stepped back.

    "I haven't read it. I don't know what a human book is." I said, "It's just a few tricks of Taoism learned from people."

    Master Ziyang squinted his eyes and said: "Really?" Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly moved his hand, chanted a mantra, and drew a spell towards me.  I was startled, and quickly copied his instructions.  I saw the silver light of Master Ziyang's Taoism spread towards me rapidly, and after I twisted the tactic, the same airflow pierced towards his body protecting zhenqi like a sword.

    In other words, if you look at it from a distance, does it look like the rhythm of a duel with scissors and burden hammers?  Well, scissors versus hammer.  Originally, this was the rhythm of a certain victory, but when meeting the real Ziyang, it was over.

    Although Master Ziyang is a soul-leaving body, his Taoism is very powerful. My lightsaber can't pierce his body-protecting true energy at all, but has the effect of being gradually swallowed up.  I broke out in a cold sweat.  This is the rhythm of death!  !

    In desperation, he held up the Daoshe knife and shouted: "Master!! Help!! Your apprentice is going to die!!"

    I don't know if Wu Dan heard my shout from outside, and I suddenly felt the strength on my arm suddenly increase, and the lightsaber radiated so much that it suddenly pierced Ziyang Zhenren's body-protecting zhenqi.  Ziyang took two steps back, looked around, and said with a sneer: "So there are experts to help."

    Having said that, I saw him reciting the incantation silently, but there was no formula, he just spit out a mouthful of blood at my Daoshe knife.  I was taken aback, and thought to myself what does this old bk mean, is it the rhythm of biting my tongue and killing myself?  ?

    Just after the blood was spit out, I suddenly felt a huge force pushing me away, and my figure flew out at a high speed.  Immediately afterwards, I caught a glimpse of the cold smile on Ziyang's face, and couldn't help but shiver from the bottom of my heart.  I just felt that the light spots in front of my eyes were shaking, and something seemed to hit my body heavily.

    Opening his eyes, he saw that he was still on the lawn, and the sky was still abnormally windy and snowy.  He still held the handle of the Duoshe Dao in his hand, and the blade was still stuck in the soil.  Wu Dan and Duan Qingshui are still there, but they are both looking at me.  A fire broke out in the middle of the lawn, burning the grass and trees to charred black.  I felt a little dizzy watching it, and I was about to ask Wu Dan, how are you watching?

    However, he suddenly felt that the Duoshe knife in his hand seemed to have life and began to tremble.  When I saw this, I pressed up with both hands, for fear that the knife would fly out and give it to me again.  But gradually, I found that I couldn't hold the knife anymore.  The knife trembled violently as if it had life, and it was constantly being pulled out inch by inch from the soil.  Following the movement of the blade, I saw that there was also blood on the blade, and the evil spirit was overwhelming.

    "Master, I can't catch it anymore!" I shouted.

    Wu Dan frowned and said: "Hold on for a while, five minutes, and you'll be fine soon! There are zombies buried in the ground, if we draw the knife now, the zombies will come out and hurt people!"

    I had to hold down the knife with all my strength.  But the reaction force of this knife seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and I can't hold it anymore.  At this time, with a sound of rubbing, the knife broke away from the soil, and suddenly??"Okay, leave the zombies to your colleagues to dig them out. This sculptor is so weird, in order to see his wife all the year round, he didn't bury her in the ground, and let her combine with the aura of the butterfly for a long time.  Scattered. Actually it¡¯s useless, after she is really assimilated, she¡¯s just a butterfly, unable to communicate with people again.¡±

    "It's a common problem for people not to want to let go." I sighed: "Forget it, they can be considered as lovers."

    It will be dawn long ago to deal with the matter here.  A few of us packed up and went to Zhenjiang City.  Wu Dan's complexion was very bad, the knife last night seemed to have hurt his vitality.

    I supported him and watched my colleagues from the Hunting Bureau rush over, dig out the zombies in the lawn and clean them up.

    After everything was resolved, the four of us returned to Zhenjiang by car again.  Maybe it was the inseparable relationship between Fairy Butterfly and the sculptor that made me suddenly miss the days when I was with Ruan Lingxi, and I actually wanted to see Ruan Lingxi very much.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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