Obviously, Qin Mu, a busy man, has long forgotten that there is such a person.

The man in white froze for a moment and said with a smirk: "What we have seen is in Ning Gangsheng's villa."

The confident face of the man in white flashed with a holy light, especially when he was shining by the sunlight, which was even more radiant. This feeling was like the aperture behind the Buddha's head, which made the monk quite puzzled and did not understand how this thing was formed. You must know that in the monk temple, only those with great wisdom can form such an effect.

But Qin Mu's slowness finally disappointed him. Qin Mu frowned and thought for a long time. There were more people in Ning Gangsheng's villa. He couldn't tell who the person in front of him was for a while. He nodded randomly and smiled like a professional smile on his face: "Ahhhh... It turned out to be you... I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?"

Monk Yu Xiuhe was stunned. Is this awkward to get away with it?

The man in white had a dark face, and he coughed without a trace, and turned his head: "Why don't he let him go for my sake?"

"No." Qin Mu said with a smile.

"Really..." The man in white put down his hood, raised his sunny face, and said in great confusion and helplessness: "Originally, he didn't plan to take action."

His hand suddenly pointed to Qin Mu's eyebrows from a distance. The seemingly weak and weak movements made Qin Mu's face change. He saw the fingertips flashing like a substance. Qin Mu turned sideways in a mess, and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, the monk and Yu Xiu adjusted their positions. Neither of them stood behind Qin Mu. The white light suddenly shone, and a ray of force that was more powerful than a thousand times shot out quickly from where Qin Mu was standing. If Qin Mu hadn't dodged it in time, he might have pierced Qin Mu's chest in the next second.

The monk's face changed, and the Vajra Demon-Subduing Circle appeared on his body, instantly turning into an old turtle that could not be beaten no matter what. Without saying a word, he pounced at the boy in white, with his hands as big as a jealous oak, and he was about to pounce on the boy in white.

The young man's index finger moved slightly, like a solid light like two flexible water snakes, tightly entangling the monk's feet. Before the monk could pounce on others, he fell to the ground. Even his straightened arms could not reach the other party's toes.

Yu Xiu subconsciously touched the gun. After stroking for a while, he realized that he was no longer a policeman. The gun had already been done with a frustration. He looked around and found a bamboo as thick as a thumb and pinched it in his hand as a weapon.

However, in these scenes of psychic fighting, it seems particularly... naive.

The golden light shone out, and it rippled towards the outer periphery from the center where Qin Mu was located, like a ripple. However, all the people who were stained quickly retreated, except for those who could not move, they would be able to practice and avoid this difficulty. Li Suo had no idea what it was and was directly hit.

That's right, it was Qin Mu's sonic boom that swept the whole audience without distinguishing itself from each other.

The monk lay on the ground, feeling the sound of his ears roaring, like a tide slapping on the shore, and he couldn't hear anything clearly, and immediately became angry: "Your uncle, you've done it a few more times, my ears are gone!"

The boy in white blocked his ears at the last moment.

When the tidal sonic boom spread out in all directions, he put his hands down from his ears: "It's so ugly."

Qin Mu's face turned red and he opened his mouth to sing a witch song. When he lowered his head, the monk's sad little eyes directly forced Qin Mu's witch song back, "Brother, please stop singing, how can you not distinguish between your enemies and me?"

Qin Mu thought about it and it was indeed the case, but at this moment... Qin Mu opened his mouth with a winding tone, like a spring rain that moistened the objects. At some point in the air, golden raindrops appeared like substances, landing little by little. When it fell to the ground, it was like real raindrops falling on the water surface, bursts of beautiful ripples, and the air suddenly became viscous.

The monk lay on the ground, showing a puzzled expression because he didn't hear any sound in his ears. Perhaps Qin Mu's scream was so nervous that he shook his head hard. Qin Mu's mouth opened and closed, obviously he was constantly singing witch songs, but there seemed to be no difference except seeing the sudden golden raindrops in the air.

"What is this?" The monk could hear his voice.

The man in white took a step back and wanted to exit the golden raindrops, but no matter where he retreated, the raindrops always followed him. And as the golden raindrops fell, the whole air became very suffocating, with a sticky feeling.

It seemed as if every move was difficult. The man in white raised his hand in confusion. The ball of white light on his fingertips appeared from his fingertips with difficulty, like a sprouted that had been pressed by a stone for several years. In the cracks of the stone, he stretched out his little head with difficulty. The energy consumed at this time was several times as much as usual. Just letting the white light emerge from his fingertips had already made the man in white use up all his energy.

His face changed slightly, and he finally reached out and grabbed the black shadow inside the small thunder array as if he realized something.

The thunder array will attack everything that enters him without discrimination, unless the core inside is destroyed in advance, and the young man's white jade-like arm is like a real jade, and he directly grabbed the black shadow without any injury in the thunder array, without any influence from the thunder array.

The lightning, which was said to have tons of damage, did not even have a white mark on his arm.

Qin Mu's face looked a little ugly. He speeded up his singing speed. When the golden raindrops landed on the ground, they were no longer beautiful ripples, but directly bloomed golden lotus. After the lotus bloomed completely, it gradually disappeared, and then another lotus slowly bloomed. In this way, it seemed that there was a sing of Buddhist music in the dark, and there was an indescribable smell in the sky.

The monk seemed to have some insight on his face, and he supported his hands on the ground and was about to sit up. It was not a big deal to always lie down like this, but soon he couldn't laugh because he sadly discovered that Qin Mu's golden raindrops seemed to have an effect on him.

It seemed like a thousand pounds were pressed on his body, and he couldn't get up at all. At this time, the monk's face was like a resentful woman in the deep boudoir. He looked at him and felt extremely cold. The old shaman and Li Suo were not affected because they were far away. As for Yu Xiu, it goes without saying that he didn't even have a sonic boom.
Chapter completed!