C89 (1/2)
”Fu Yi, are you confident?”
”Young master, don't worry. I can handle him alone.”
”Humph!” Then I want to see how you deal with it! ”
Bo Kuang's aura shook, the big bell above his head seemed to become more solid, like a real big bell. ”…” The big bell suddenly rang, Meng Yang subconsciously covered his ears, but after a while, he realized that there was nothing.
Fu Yi thought, ”It's not good, young master should leave quickly! He's asking for help. ”
”Hahahaha, it's too late. I've said it before, all of you will die here today.”
”Aiyayaya, this place is really lively. It seems like my old bones are also active now.”
An old man holding a walking stick slowly appeared beside Bo Kuang. At the same time, an old monk holding a staff also appeared on Bo Kuang's other side.
”Amitabha, looks like this old monk came at the right time.”
Meng Yang's heart sank. He never thought that the other party would arrive so quickly. He had no chance to escape at all.
Fu Yi stood in front of Meng Yang with a serious face, ”Young Noble, I'll hold them back later, think of a way to leave.”
”Fu Yi, then you...”
”Don't worry Young Master, I will be fine.”
”Oh? He still wanted to protect Meng Yang and leave at this time? ”Interesting.”
”Amitabha, Benefactor, it will not be easy for you to cultivate. As long as you do not stop us, we will not investigate the sins you have committed today.”
Sssii! * Old monk, stop being so hypocritical. I, Fu Yi, will take care of these two today. ”
”Hui Zhen, you are still like this, what is there to sympathize with this demon?”
”Amitabha, Buddha is merciful. Senior Brother Tiangang is right.”
”Young master, remember, as long as you have the chance, leave immediately!”
After Fu Yi said this, he took out an identical dagger, ”Old monk, go and die!”
Fu Yi transformed into a blood shadow, instantly appearing above Hui Zhen's head, the dagger in his hand took the opportunity to stab down, with Meng Yang and the Drillmaster in hand, he charged towards Bo Kuang together.
At the same time, a golden lotus appeared above his head. Although Fu Yi's dagger had stabbed into the lotus flower, it could not hurt the lotus in the slightest.
”Amitabha, why must Almsgiver do such a thing? As long as you hand these two over to this old monk, Almsgiver can leave safely.”
”Stop talking nonsense. From the moment I came, I didn't think of how to leave!”
”Then don't blame this old monk.” Hui Zhen suddenly opened his eyes, and with a stomp of the staff in his hand, the golden light above his head released many illusionary lotus petals, enveloping Hui Zhen within. Then, the Hui Zhen slapped his hand once, but did not manage to hit Fu Yi, but with his palm as the center, a small rune which seemed to extend out from eight different directions, automatically extended towards Fu Yi's body. Fu Yi's pupils constricted as he quickly pulled away from the Hui Zhen.