After integrating the invisible blood poison and practicing the "Undying Zombie Divine Art", Zhuo Yifan was indeed a little swollen. He felt that there was nothing in the world that he could not do and there was no enemy that he could not defeat.
But now facing Xiao Ding, he was completely suppressed, and the sense of superiority he felt in front of the Source Clan warriors was gone. This made him frustrated, but he also became vigilant, and secretly reminded himself that the path of cultivation will never end.
If you proceed cautiously, you will get further.
When Dongfang Liang saw Zhuo Yifan being blocked by Xiaoding, he felt a bad breath coming from his heart.
He now hates Zhuo Yifan so much that he wishes he could have his menstruation and peel off his skin, but it seems more interesting to let Zhuo Yifan set fire to his life and die at the hands of the weapon spirit.
Looking at Dongfang Liang who was gloating about his misfortune, Zhuo Yifan was helpless to the extreme. Things were really changing, and in the blink of an eye, he became the one who was embarrassed.
"Brother Xiao Ding, that one is your master, you can go play with him! Let's talk it out and say goodbye." As he said this, he moved quietly, wanting to run away.
Unexpectedly, Xiaoding also moved accordingly, always keeping a fixed distance from him, neither rushing towards nor retreating, maintaining this strange posture.
Soon, Miss Fang and countless Yuan clansmen rushed over.
But everyone stopped ten thousand meters away and looked at Xiaoding quietly.
There was excitement and confusion in the eyes of these Source Clan warriors. They looked at Xiao Ding with very complicated eyes.
This was once the source of killing, so they were naturally very familiar with it, but the weapon spirit that spawned from it was quite intriguing.
"Brother Xiaoding, what do you want? Just say something! You're so silent, it scares me." Zhuo Yifan said with a sad face, feeling funny himself.
This was the first time in his life that he surrendered to a tool spirit.
The weapon spirit seemed very satisfied with Zhuo Yifan's performance and shook it up and down twice, as if nodding.
Zhuo Yifan was very puzzled. After cultivating to this point, this weapon spirit was actually mute?
This is a bit abnormal!
You must know that the weapon spirits spawned by a Xuan-class battleship in the starship all have independent consciousness, can think and speak, and even forced Zhuo Yifan to sign a contract.
This altar spirit seems to be several levels higher than Xiaoxing. There is no reason why it cannot speak. Even if it cannot speak, it can at least communicate with thoughts, right?
But now this small cauldron only emits terrifying fluctuations and does not transmit any spiritual information. This is really strange.
Dongfang Liang was also puzzled for a while. When the little tripod saw Zhuo Yifan's essence and blood before, it was as if it had seen something like that. It was so crazy that it went crazy to the extreme. Now that it is at your fingertips, it stopped moving. Why?
This makes absolutely no sense!
Also confused was Miss Fang.
The allure of invisible blood poison to essence-blooded creatures is simply unstoppable, but Xiao Ding is able to control this instinct and kill it directly without losing her mind. This is completely beyond her imagination and violates the normal laws of things.
Zhuo Yifan didn't think so much. He only knew that he was locked and suppressed in a small corner by this damn little tripod, unable to move forward or retreat. It was very embarrassing.
Mud, is this guy playing psychological tactics and trying to make me collapse?
Zhuo Yifan's heart moved, but he became more careful.
At the worst, he could give up a distraction and part of his essence and blood to create a clone, but he wouldn't be without the power to resist.
However, if he wanted to hide his identity from a clone of Xiao Ding's level, he would have to spend at least half of Zhuo Yifan's blood essence and strength. He would never do this unless absolutely necessary.
But if there really was no way out, Zhuo Yifan would definitely make a decisive decision.
Xiao Ding did not move, but suddenly there was a commotion outside.
A voice sounded in the air: "Donor Zhuo, I'm here to save you."
Hearing this voice, Zhuo Yifan was shocked: "Master Kongwu?"
As this sound sounded, a large number of ghosts suddenly appeared in the city. It was not known where they were hiding, but now they suddenly appeared, overwhelming the sky.
One by one, they howled and pounced on the Yuan clan warriors.
Caught off guard, countless Yuan clan warriors were attacked.
Miss Fang's face changed drastically: "Konggo? You finally showed up."
A silver halo appeared out of thin air, and thousands of runes flashed with silver light, making Kūgo look like a true god had descended.
The runes are like tweeters, releasing Feifei's magical sound, which makes people intoxicated.
The sound spread out in circles, and those who were close suddenly looked confused.
The power of the "Book of Bliss" has actually risen to more than one level.
This kind of magic sound is naturally ineffective against Zhuo Yifan. His original consciousness is under heavy protection, and if his heart moves, he will block it out.
"The master is so elusive and unpredictable that people can't guard against him!"
Zhuo Yifan's profound words.
"Don't Zhuo Donors always appear in the right place at the right time? On this point, we are surprisingly consistent." Kūgo's face was filled with compassion, but the runes around him continued to increase the power of the Bible.
Zhuo Yifan laughed loudly: "What the master said is absolutely true. Every time we encounter difficulties, there is always a master who comes to help. This time the master should also have a good suggestion!"
"Of course, it is the duty of Buddhism to save all sentient beings, and a benefactor can be worth hundreds of millions. Saving just one person like you is a meritorious deed that is immeasurable. Of course, this little monk can't miss it."
Kugo said with a smile.
Off the field, a shocking battle has begun.
Kūgo's followers and ghosts launched a crazy attack on everyone. The bodies of Yuan clan warriors were constantly being taken away, and some people were unwilling to be controlled and chose to self-destruct. In a short time, countless lives fell, and the evil spirit soared into the sky.
The small tripod did not move, it was still suspended there, as if it was still.
But the terrifying pressure on it has never disappeared, and has always been locked on Zhuo Yifan.
"This sacrificial cauldron has given birth to evil consciousness and must be purified. Zhuo Donor, please cooperate with the young monk. We will use our strength at the same time to trap it."
With a gentle wave of the silver staff in Kūgo's hand, the sky was filled with silver light, dazzling and dazzling.
Silver threads appeared one after another, weaving into a large net, directly covering Zhuo Yifan and the small tripod.
Kongwu's treasure-like appearance was solemn, and he kept muttering in his mouth. Silver threads continued to pour out of the staff, covering the light mask layer by layer.
Just like workers building a house, they first build the frame, then complete the walls, and finally form an unbreakable "prison"!
During this period, Zhuo Yifan wanted to escape.
It would be better for him to be trapped by Dongfang Liang if he was placed under the shield of Kongwu.
But when he moved, the small cauldron also moved with it, as if it was about to pounce, which frightened him so much that he didn't dare to act rashly.
This gave Kongwu an opportunity to directly cover him and Xiaoding.
Seeing this situation, the smile on Kūgo's face became even brighter.