Dongfang Liang didn't want him to succeed, so he suddenly appeared behind him and slashed down with a black sickle.
"Kungo, as long as I'm here, you can't even think of succeeding."
Without even looking at it, Kūgo waved the staff gently, and the thousands of silver threads wrapped around it began to fly, like white hair, stabbing behind him.
Although this silver wire is very small, it should not be underestimated. After being blessed with space rules, it is comparable to a magic weapon and no human body can directly bear it.
Dongfang Liang snorted coldly, and a black flame suddenly rose from the black sickle in his hand. The flame was blazing, and he slashed at the silver wire with one knife.
A shocking thing happened. The blade and flames failed to cut off the silver thread, and the two sides were stuck together.
Countless silver threads were twisted, seemingly trying to wrap around the Death Scythe and drag it down.
How could Dongfang Liang be trapped by Kong Wu with such a level of cultivation? His hand shook, and the death sickle rippled in a circle. This was exactly the law of time and space he had comprehended.
At this moment, an illusion suddenly occurred. It was clear that the silver thread had wrapped around the Death Scythe, but when Dongfang Liang was shocked, time seemed to flow backwards. The silver thread actually turned around, revealing a gap for the Death Scythe to easily pull away.
Kūgo's eyes lit up: "You have indeed touched the threshold of the rules of time. This move to reverse time and space has already achieved 10% success!"
Dongfang Liang snorted coldly: "So what, haven't you realized it too?"
"I've only scratched the surface. How about you and I confirm each other and go further?" Kūgo chuckled, disapproving.
Zhuo Yifan was in the light shield, like a chrysalis in a silkworm cocoon, with all sides sealed.
He watched the battle between the two with great interest, as if he didn't seem to notice the threat of the weapon spirits around him at all.
The battle between these two men was very instructive to him, because Zhuo Yifan's understanding of the rules of space has reached its ultimate level and is now approaching the rules of time.
Any monk will inevitably end up on this path in the end.
Only after comprehending the truly perfect rules of space can it be possible to comprehend the rules of time and finally integrate the two to achieve the realm of immortality.
Dongfang Liang snorted disdainfully: "Only a fool like Zhuo Yifan would believe you. It's really satisfying to throw yourself into a trap now."
Kong Wu said calmly: "Donor Zhuo is a person with great wisdom. Sooner or later he will be the leader of our Buddhist sect. Donor from the East does not need to sow discord."
"Hahaha, by locking him up with the weapon spirit, don't you just want to use his essence and blood to feed the weapon spirit and complete the last step? Kungwu, you are so scheming! It's a pity that although Zhuo Yifan is stupid,
He is not a good person, how can he be at your mercy?"
Dongfang Liang laughed heartily, and between the two of them talking and laughing, they had been fighting fiercely for dozens of rounds.
The silver thread and the death scythe, one is strong and the other is soft, are entangled together and are inseparable.
Zhuo Yifan's expression changed drastically and he shouted: "Master Kongwu, is what he said true?"
"Donor Zhuo has great wisdom. He should understand that this young monk has no ill intentions and has helped you overcome difficulties several times. On the contrary, it is Brother Dongfang who has calculated against you several times. As long as you know what is right and what is wrong, it is enough for you to make excuses."
."
Kūgo still answered in a calm tone.
Although Zhuo Yifan knew that Dongfang Liang had bad intentions, he also did not dare to trust Kong Wu.
This time Kongwu used such a cage to trap himself and Xiaoding at the same time, which is equivalent to locking an ordinary person directly with a tiger in an iron cage. It is the same as his heart.
Dongfang Liang, however, continued to provoke without any effort: "Zhuo Yifan, you are on the verge of death, can't you see his sinister intentions? He is waiting for the weapon spirit to attack and devour you."
Zhuo Yifan shouted in "fear": "Master Kongwu, quickly open a corner of the magic circle and let me out. This weapon spirit is too scary."
"Donor Zhuo, I can't agree to your request!" Kongwu said lightly: "This formation is a sealing magic formation, which isolates all breath. If you open it, you can come out, but this weapon spirit will also escape with it.
, for the sake of the common people in the world, please feel aggrieved for a while!"
Zhuo Yifan said angrily: "Try locking you up with it?"
"Young monk doesn't have precious blood. This errand has to be done by you, the benefactor. Don't worry, after the weapon spirit is full, it will naturally let you live." Kūgo said with a smile on his face, very determined.
Zhuo Yifan cursed in his heart, this damn Kong Wu is indeed as untrustworthy as what Sha Qi said.
However, Zhuo Yifan was helpless now. The weapon spirit didn't move, so he didn't dare to move it, so he could only use it up.
At this time, he was thankful that he had the foresight to let Ouyang Qingzhi and Murong Xiaoqian temporarily hide outside the city and did not rush in with them. Otherwise, many masters might have perished in such a battle.
The three-party melee at this moment is completely irrational.
Especially the overwhelming number of ghosts, who knew how many there were, were attacking the living creatures one after another.
Whether it was Miss Fang's people or the Yuan clan warriors, they all suffered terrible attacks.
The battle became intense at the beginning. The army led by Sha Qi was at the outermost edge. They charged and killed everyone they saw, no matter who the opponent was.
On the contrary, Zhuo Yifan became the most laid-back person, confronting Xiao Ding and maintaining an appropriate distance.
No one knows how this strange balance is formed.
Everyone looked at him with confusion and shock.
After Zhuo Yifan revealed his peerless medicinal veins, the weapon spirit didn't attack him. This was really weird.
Why is the bloodthirsty weapon spirit so quiet?
This eternal mystery is probably unknown to anyone.
Miss Fang actually had the heart to send a message: "Brother Zhuo, what on earth is going on?"
Zhuo Yifan smiled bitterly: "I also want to know what's going on. This weapon spirit is like a vicious dog, suppressing me and not letting me leave or moving. Miss, you have to think
There is a way, otherwise the problem will be serious when Kongo takes his hand."
Miss Fang said in surprise: "You mean that although this weapon spirit is suppressing you, it has no intention of harming you?"
Zhuo Yifan said depressedly: "It seems so now, he just forced me to stand where I am."
Miss Fang said "Ah" and was extremely shocked: "This is impossible. Your blood is almost irresistible to the temptation of all essence-blood creatures. Even if this weapon spirit has independent consciousness, it cannot suppress the desire in its heart!
"
Zhuo Yifan was also very puzzled and couldn't figure out the reason at all.
But when he mentioned vicious dogs, a figure suddenly flashed in his mind...Grey!
This little thing has been sleeping and never wakes up.
But just as he was thinking this, there was a wave of fluctuation in his mind. When he received this wave, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and his whole body became sluggish.