Ye Shaoyang stepped forward, and Taiyi brushed the dust towards his head.
Pangu monk threw out the prayer beads, hovered in the air, released spiritual power, temporarily resisted Ye Shaoyang, sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands, finished chanting, two thumbs suddenly flicked out, a fiery red bead flew out, at this time Ye Shaoyang just used Taiyi dust to bounce off the rosary, seeing this fire bead flying, he didn't dare to slack off, just about to do it, the fire bead cracked, but it was a golden portrait, holding a halberd, slashing towards Ye Shaoyang.
"What kind of way is this!"
Ye Shaoyang hurriedly drew his sword to resist and bounced the halberd away, surprised in his heart, it was obviously an illusion, when the Seven Star Longquan Sword collided with the halberd, he obviously felt a substantial impact.
Just when Ye Shaoyang was distracted, the idol brandished a halberd and slashed it again.
Ye Shaoyang could only fight against this idol with the sword again, and took the time to glance at the Pangu monk, this old guy seemed to be settled, sitting on the ground, his eyes closed, his lips squirming, obviously chanting a mantra.
"The seven stars are singing, and Longquan is evil!
Break!
” Ye Shaoyang burst into a shout, the seven-star Longquan sword glowed with divine light, and smashed the halberd and the statue of the god, turning into an invisible flame, Ye Shaoyang was just about to rush over to attack the Pangu monk, but the flame was rapidly gathered together, and the image of the god that was exactly the same as before was formed, with wide eyes and eyes, majestic and majestic, holding the halberd, and cutting it down towards himself.
What the hell is this!
Ye Shaoyang hurriedly resisted, and he was also shocked in his heart.
Using spells to condense illusions and launch attacks on people, this method is very common in the magic world, and what really surprised Ye Shaoyang was that the illusion condensed by this old monk's practice was like substance, which could cause substantial damage to people.
The so-called substantial damage is mainly physical strength: the opponent is conjured up, and all offensive means consume the mana of the person who does it, but he is flesh and blood, such a high-intensity attack, Ye Shaoyang thinks that his physical strength is much better than that of ordinary people, but if he consumes it like this, it won't last long.
Using physical strength to fight against other people's mana is the stupidest thing in the world, and it will definitely be defeated.
Ye Shaoyang tried to use Tiangang Step and wander to fight, but because there was no physical obstruction, the speed of the conjured idol was much faster than his own, Ye Shaoyang quickly felt struggling, and changed to attack with magic weapons, but it could shatter the idol, but it quickly condensed into a new one, which was the same as the original.
This made Ye Shaoyang feel a little helpless.
Capture the thief and capture the king first, Ye Shaoyang knew that as long as he could rush to Pangu Monk and attack him, this spell would be broken immediately.
But this damn idol is simply a Xiaoqiang who can't be killed, and Ye Shaoyang has never found a chance to rush over.
Of course, if he is injured - being cut by this idol, Ye Shaoyang can completely rush to the front of Pangu Monk, and then kill the killer, but this is not a battle of life and death after all, Ye Shaoyang doesn't want to be so desperate, he is thinking hard about countermeasures, he suddenly felt a sinking on his shoulder, turned his head and saw that it was Baozi who jumped out, and immediately shouted: "What are you doing when you come out!"
Get back!
” "Boss, I'll help you.
Thou hast stood in the way of this god, and thou hast seen me.
After saying that, he jumped off his shoulder, turned around and disappeared.
When the Pangu monk heard the voice, he opened his eyes slightly, looking around for the whereabouts of the buns.
At this moment, a vision floated into Ye Shaoyang's nostrils.
This is......
Ye Shaoyang immediately understood what was going on, at this time, the Pangu monk also smelled the fragrance, sniffled, and was pondering what was going on, Ye Shaoyang was afraid that he would be more vigilant, so he went down with a sword, smashed the idol in front of him, and was about to rush over.
The Pangu monk hurriedly gathered his mind, restored the idol to his body, and continued to fight against Ye Shaoyang.
"Haha, Ye Shaoyang, your strength is indeed extraordinary, far beyond my imagination, but you still can't break my Heavenly Visualization Technique!"
Pangu Monk was very proud, and through his divine sense, he said triumphantly to Ye Shaoyang.
A sneer crossed the corner of Ye Shaoyang's mouth.
A few seconds later, Pangu Monk suddenly opened his eyes, looked at somewhere in front of him, and said in surprise: "How is it possible, why is my Heavenly Visualization Technique suppressed?"
Impossible, Wei Daotian, where has it gone, where has it gone!
Ah, why did you attack me!
” The Pangu monk danced with his hands, stood up, and retreated again and again.
Through these words he shouted when he lost his mind, Ye Shaoyang could already imagine what he had experienced in the illusion.
Meihua also flew out of the yin-yang mirror and landed beside Ye Shaoyang, seeing this scene, she covered her mouth and smiled: "Originally, I still wanted to find a chance to help the boss, but it seems that I don't need to go out." ” The Pangu monk quickly stopped, his face showing a dejected expression, his eyes rolling, obviously his consciousness was undergoing various changes in the illusion.
Ye Shaoyang walked over slowly.
Suddenly, the Pangu monk trembled and shouted: "Demon daring!"
His eyes suddenly opened and he looked ahead.
Following his gaze, Ye Shaoyang saw a special flower and plant, not far behind him.
Psychic Buddha flower, the true body of the bun.
Hua Ye shook slightly, changed into a bun again, exhaled a breath vigorously, walked to Ye Shaoyang's side, stuck out his tongue and said: "This monk's divine sense is so powerful, it can break my illusion!"
” "Demons!"
Pangu Monk scolded again, and wanted to get up to grab the bun, but suddenly remembered that something was wrong, looked down, and saw a sword against his chest.
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Ye Shaoyang smiled evilly, holding a long sword in his hand, his other hand hanging in the air, pinching the trick and not moving, and said: "I only need to recite a spell, the sword qi can kill you in an instant, if you don't believe it, you can give it a try." ” Pangu Monk's expression changed sharply, and his face turned red rapidly, and his expression was very humiliated.
"Ye Shaoyang, you have found a helper, and you can't win!
Otherwise, you wouldn't be able to break my Heavenly Visualization!
” Ye Shaoyang smiled: "What kind of spell of yours is really powerful, but speaking of which, I just don't want to get hurt, and I don't want to hurt you, otherwise your spell may not be able to trap me." ” Pangu Monk looked at him, seemed a little incredulous, and said, "Have you fought again?"
” "I'm not interested."
Ye Shaoyang held the sword in one hand, and with the other hand, he took out a blank spirit rune, pasted it on the bare head of the Pangu monk, took out a cinnabar pen, drew a few strokes on it, and generated a soul talisman, then let go of the sword in his right hand, let out a sigh, touched a handful on his head, and said: "You are also a mortal in the flesh." ” Pangu monk said: "The creatures of Xuanyuan Mountain are of the same origin and origin as human beings, and the poor Dao is naturally a mortal fetus. ” "Don't fool me, since you are flesh, how can you fly against the wind?"