Chapter 120 Coin-Operated Magic Weapon
"You come, you come." Huang Feng stepped aside.
Although he really wanted to test how much effect Ling Po had on increasing spiritual energy and how much it could increase Type 08, Li Motang was willing to take action and he was happy to be at ease.
After the remaining ray of Buddha's heart completely disappeared, Fahe completely turned into a ghost monk. The three-headed and six-armed image of Yama became even larger. The ghost-headed fork in his hand waved, and the dark wind howled. If you look closely, you can see groups of little ghosts in the dark wind. , flocking to Li Motang like a colony of ants.
Perhaps Li Motang was slightly stimulated when he saw that Huang Feng and Yuan Yimiao were fighting against each other. The sword was so majestic and fierce that the statue of Yama high on the city wall was cut into several pieces in the blink of an eye.
It's just that this statue of Yama was actually transformed by resentment. After being cut open and then closed again, it became even more ferocious.
Li Motang immediately made a judgment and stopped entangled with the image of Yama. He held the sword formula with his hand and rolled countless sword energy towards Fahe.
Fahe raised the Zen staff with both hands, recited the ghost mantra, and then slammed the Zen staff on the ground. With the Zen staff as the center, black energy spread like a spider web around him.
"Ghost curse, hellfire soul refining!"
Fahe murmured, and the diffuse black energy formed a formation, suddenly burning with dark green flames, engulfing Li Motang.
When Li Motang turned into flying ashes, Fahe was slightly stunned. Everything in front of him suddenly shattered and disappeared, and the sword energy came from behind.
The unique skill of Yuyuan Pavilion, "Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water" reappears!
Although Fahe was powerless to stop him, the image of Yama formed by resentment and six ghost-headed forks fell from the air and smashed into the ground.
The six ghost-headed forks are like six pillars, surrounding Fahe, and then forming a barrier, like a cage, protecting Fahe inside.
The sword energy struck the barrier, as if it had penetrated into the water, splashing out countless wailling and howling imps, but the barrier protecting the Fahe River was intact.
The ghost monk Fahe's current strength was forcibly raised to the realm of pseudo-harmony. Li Motang was unable to gain the upper hand for a while. Feeling annoyed, he reached out and took out a talisman from the square inch object.
Just as she was about to use it, Huang Feng jumped in front of her: "Wait, wait, wait!"
Li Motang was stunned for a moment: "What are you doing?"
Huang Feng said quickly: "If you don't want it anymore, you can give it to me."
"Why don't I want it anymore?"
"Aren't you going to use it to deal with this ghost monk? Don't waste it. Give it to me."
"What can I use for you?"
"Use me!" Huang Feng patted his chest, "Treat me as a magic weapon. When you want to throw a magic weapon in the future, just throw it to me, and then I will take action."
Huang Feng found that he was so smart that he turned into a coin-operated magic weapon and slowly emptied Li Motang's small treasury.
Unexpectedly, Li Motang refused decisively: "No!"
"Don't." Huang Feng was anxious.
While speaking, Fahe, who had escaped the disaster, put his hands on both sides of the Zen staff and cast the ghost curse again. The surrounding ghosts suddenly screamed loudly, and countless voices that aroused negative emotions continued to penetrate into the ears and consciousness of the two people.
When Li Motang saw this, his expression was solemn: "It will be troublesome if we continue to entangle with him. Once resentment takes root here and turns this place into an ominous place, the people around him will suffer."
"I'll do it." Huang Feng took this opportunity to steal the talisman from her hand and threw it into Fang Cunwu.
Coin successful!
As he spoke, he carried the cylinder that Lingpo had transformed into on his shoulders.
The talisman was robbed. Li Motang gritted his teeth and looked at Huang Feng's strange posture, wondering what he was doing.
"Style 08, the all-powerful attacker!" Huang Feng snorted and used the technique.
Unexpectedly, Ling Po's increase in spiritual energy was greater than he imagined. The moment the technique was used, even he himself was almost blown away by the spiritual tide.
Fahe was still protected by Ghost Toucha at this moment, staring at him and Li Motang with his dull eyes, about to use a new method.
However, the barrier that allowed Li Motang's sword energy to return in vain was as brittle as thin paper in front of the Zero-Eight Style and could be easily torn apart.
Fahe quickly pushed with both hands and threw out the Zen staff inserted into the ground. A ghostly face appeared on the top of the Zen staff, blocking it in front of him, trying to get a moment to breathe, but he was still as vulnerable as a stone thrown by someone.
In an instant, spiritual energy swallowed up the Fa River.
Then the dense Yin Qi and the image of Yama around him gradually dissipated, and Fahe's body also turned into dust, with only a faint sound of "Amitabha" floating out.
After the Yin Qi dissipated, the warm sun fell, and the surroundings became sunny again. Only the corpses of the slain monks were chilling.
During this time, some monks from the secret realm turned back, and some from far away came. Without exception, they all hid far away and witnessed most of the battle while trembling.
Li Motang completely ignored the crowd around her. Now she was sure that without using the treasures on her body, she would probably not be Huang Feng's opponent.
"Return the talisman to me." Li Motang stretched out his hand.
"I won't return it!" Huang Feng said righteously, "For you, this talisman has been used. You are welcome to invest coins next time."
"What to vote for?"
"I mean, happy to serve you again."
Li Motang gritted his teeth: "What state are you in now?"
"Guess?" Huang Feng forgot that Xiao Nuan was not here and no one was interested in Li Motang. This woman would really draw a sword when she got angry.
A sword energy pierced the air, and Huang Feng turned around and ran away.
Hiding far away, seeing the ghost monk disappear into ashes, the monk who was just about to get closer was so frightened that he hid away again. Why did the two men start fighting?
In the secret realm, the spoils are divided unevenly?
Watching the two people chasing and fleeing away, many monks looked at each other.
After chasing for a while, Li Motang calmed down, took out the Yuyuan Pavilion Letter Sword, and sent a message to the sect explaining the situation in the secret realm.
Huang Feng didn't run away anymore and came over to ask: "Where to go next, back to Zhaoyang?"
Li Motang thought for a while: "First go to Huai'an Town and ask the government office to send a message to Zhaoyang's Demon Collection Department. Recently, more people have been sent to the vicinity of the secret realm to prevent the little ghost who just took the opportunity to escape from harming anyone, and to dispose of the body. Lose."
Exploring the secret realm is inherently risky, and killing people for treasures often happens, but these people were killed by the Fahe rushing towards them as soon as they arrived at the entrance. It was really an unnecessary disaster and quite unlucky.
Huang Feng sighed: "Let's go."
Huai'an Town is very close, just twelve miles away in a blink of an eye.
The people in the town have been a little scared recently. They just looked at the mountain from a distance and saw the statue of Yama. They mistakenly thought that Yama was here. Many people were so scared that they collapsed on the ground.
When the two entered the town, they heard many people praying for the protection of immortals and the blessing of Bodhisattva.
Li Motang went to the government office and asked the government office to notify the Department of Demon Collection. He also confirmed that the town was safe and that there was no commotion due to the appearance of the secret realm and the battle just now, so he felt at ease.
The two of them found a teahouse in Huaian Town and sat down. Li Motang asked: "Where do you think the last 'qu' that Fa He wants to say is?"
Huang Feng said: "It's nothing more than the names of state capitals, villages and towns, or rivers and lakes. No matter how bad they are, sects, Taoist temples, and temples can't be just restaurants and inns.
He took advantage of the other party's unpreparedness and escaped from control. With his Buddhist heart, it was unlikely that he would travel too far through mountains and rivers, so he started looking for him nearby. "