V19.chapter 10 (2/2)
On the other side, a group of people in purple are fighting a group of people in white, but they are all forbidden to move.
There was only one person, holding the torn Sutra in one hand and the long sword in the other hand. He looked at Zhuang Zhou strangely.
”You, you, how can you move in the field of Yang Zhu's calligraphy?” Yi Jun glared at him and said in a strange way.
Zhuang Zhou waved.
”Whoa, whoa
All of a sudden, Zhuangzhou to the epidemic king in front of the butterfly scattered.
”The field of Yang Zhu's calligraphy?” Zhuang Zhou looked around with a frown.
”What about you? Didn't you hear that? ” The epidemic gentleman's eyes glared.
Although I don't know how Zhuangzhou did this, Yijun didn't fear Zhuangzhou. After all, Zhuangzhou was obviously a child in front of him. What's more, the theory of Yang Zhu covered the world, and Yijun naturally had a surge of arrogance.
Zhuang Zhou frowned and looked around, because Zhuang Zhou found that there was a soul power in the void around him. Wang Xiong, who was in charge of the book of life and death, was extremely sensitive to the power of soul.
In the power of the soul in front of me, there is a torrent of sorrow and resentment.
The spirit of sadness and resentment? Zhuang Zhou suddenly became serious.
”Bring it here and show it to me!” Zhuang Zhou's face was a little chilly and looked at the epidemic king.
”You little thing, do you dare to speak to me with this tone?”
You are about to get angry.
See Zhuangzhou a move between the hands, suddenly countless butterflies from all directions howling.
”Boom
Butterfly like tide, ferociously hit Yijun's left hand, heard a loud noise, Yijun's hand ripped out of his hand, in a group of butterflies drag, fly to Zhuangzhou.
Just as soon as the Sutra left the hand of the epidemic king, the void around him suddenly swayed, and the confinement just now disappeared.
Yang Zhu's calligraphy must be urged by his disciples with Yang Zhu's thought. Once Yang Zhu's thought is not used, it will be invalid immediately.
All of a sudden, everyone moved.
Everyone looked at the butterflies in surprise.
And the epidemic gentleman is even more indignant: ”looking for a dead little thing!”
”Yiyin!”
The long sword in his hand was suddenly waved out, and he wanted to chop it to Zhuangzhou.
”Go!”
Huishi naturally took a sword and rushed to the epidemic king.
”When!”
Their swords collided, and a great fight broke out all around.
”Boom!”
The famous disciples just had their lives hanging on the line. Now they are out of trouble. Naturally, they become angry and fight fiercely.
Mr. Gujing, with a group of schoolchildren, also moved, but they all looked at Zhuang Zhou as if they were stupid.
”Zhuang Zhou, aren't you a fool? How could he have thought? ”
”Breath of thought? butterfly? How can this be possible? ”
”Don't even think about the teacher?”
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In their surprise, the Dharma script also fell into Zhuang Zhou's hands.Zhuangzhou grasped the Dharma script and looked at it. His face became ugly.
”Soul? Using the soul of human as ink, writing the Dharma, and displaying the magic arts? What a fool! Looking in vain at the way of heaven, disrespecting the order of reincarnation, and using human soul as ink? Who is it? Yang Zhu? ” Zhuang Zhou's eyes glared.
”Bold, did you call Saint Yang Zhu by his name? Do you dare to slander the sage Yang Zhu Yijun opened Huishi's eyes with a sword.
”Slander? Am I slander? ” Zhuang Zhou said coldly.
While speaking, Zhuang Zhou's hand gushed out a stream of black gas into the Dharma script.
Suddenly, countless shrill screams came from the post.
”Ah ~ ~ ~ ~!”
”Let me go, help!”
”I don't want immortality, I don't want it!”
”Help, help!”
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Numerous cries came from Yang Zhu's calligraphy, and then, under the urging of Zhuang Zhou, one by one distorted and immature blue ghosts flew out, crying and panicking as if they had already been insane, and crying bitterly.
”Is this the soul of man? A lot! And they're all tortured crazy? ” Not far away Huishi exclaimed.
Seeing Zhuang Zhou's actions and actions, he untied Yang Zhu's Dharma script, and suddenly his face moved.
”You? You killed Wen Jun! It's you Yijun's pupil shrank abruptly.
PS: I'd like to apologize. This chapter was written in the afternoon of the fifth day of the first month when my relatives were eating wine at my mother-in-law's house. My daughter had a fever that night. I'm very sorry! so sorry! so sorry!