Nightwatcher

The first nail seals the heart and blocks the transportation of Qi and blood. The second nail pierces the Baihui acupoint to close the Tianmen and block the sympathy of Qi.

Xu Qi'an's qi, blood and qi were blocked at the same time, and his cultivation base was sealed. .

The most deadly thing is that these golden nails engraved with Buddhist inscriptions seem to have special harm to Shenshu. When two nails entered his body, Shenshu fell silent.

He is sealed.

There was no warning, no matter whether it was Xu Qi'an or Shenshu, facing the sneak attack of the white-clothed warlock, neither of them received a warning of danger.

Although they are seriously injured and their condition has declined in all aspects, this is simply ridiculous for their current cultivation.

But the Warlock in White did just that.

The warlock in white held the remaining seven nails between his fingertips, and did not act in a hurry. Instead, he looked towards the Star Observatory, Salun Agu and Jianzheng on the gossip platform.

The white-clothed warlock chuckled: "The colorless bead of Buddhism is really useful, without it, I really don't have the confidence to teleport it to you silently, without being discovered by you and the demon monk.

"In order to deal with him, Buddhism has spent all its money."

In his palm is a Buddhist bead that has turned into powder.

He, he is the first supervisor, Salun Agu, who is also in the capital, and with the current supervisor, the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren are all together. Xu Qi'an's heart sank slowly.

All the gifts are secretly priced.

Now, here comes the debt collector.

Two nails entered the body, the Qi and blood were blocked, the Qi mechanism was coagulated, and it was difficult to move the hands and feet.

He couldn't do anything but think.

Xu Qi'an's eyes kept turning, and he saw the sky on the roof of the Star Observation Tower, which had already dispersed, suddenly covered with dark clouds, thick lightning strikes struck down, and clear lights raged across the sky.

The warlock in white retracted his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi'an, and said:

"The capital city is his territory, but Salun Agu has lived for thousands of years and has a profound background. If you try your best, it is not difficult to stop him. Luo Yuheng is blocked by the head of the land sect.

"The only person who can save you is Zhao Shou. However, a third-rank Confucian is not close."

The white-clothed warlock's face was blurred, as if a layer of mosaic had been applied, so that Xu Qi'an couldn't see his true face clearly, but his tone was leisurely and calm, revealing the confidence that everything was under control.

Zhen Guojian, save me quickly. Xu Qi'an yelled in his heart.

The Zhen Guo sword hummed and vibrated, revealing infinite sword intent.

But the white warlock wiped it casually, and the brass sword fell silent, and the Zhen Guo sword was temporarily sealed.

"Peerless magic weapon has been baptized by luck for six hundred years. It is a great killer for ordinary high-ranking players. But it is no threat to warlocks who play with luck and are good at refining weapons and formations." Warlock in white The tone is calm.

As he spoke, he took the Confucian sage's carving knife from Xu Qi'an's hand again, the carving knife trembled, and the clear light spilled from his fingertips, but it couldn't hurt him at all.

Not long after, the Confucian sage carving knife also calmed down and sealed it for a short time.

"This carving knife must be in the hands of Confucianism to exert its true power. Otherwise, any peerless magic weapon without the blessing of its master is like floating weeds. It cannot be used all the time. Every time it runs out of strength, it needs to be Warm up for a while. This is a little knowledge that only warlocks understand, you should learn more."

He spoke in a leisurely manner, Xu Qi'an's face turned pale, and his heart was extremely anxious.

call out!

At this time, a unparalleled sword light rose against the sky, and slashed at the white-clothed warlock.

He fished it out, held the peace knife in his hand, and shook his head slightly disappointed: "Once the magic soldier chooses the master, he will only recognize the master, and it will be of little use to others."

The palm of the warlock in white shone with light, and he applied layers of blessings to the Taiping knife. Soon, the blade of Mingjiu stabilized, and the Taiping knife was also sealed.

Throwing it away, the peace knife landed at the gate of the city that had collapsed into ruins.

nailed to the ground.

"Is there any other means? If not, I will take you away." The white-clothed warlock said.

At this time, Xu Qi'an found that he could speak, and he tentatively asked: "The luck in my body is hidden by you?"

The warlock in white didn't answer, but pressed his shoulder with one hand, and teleported away with a flash.

Xu Qi'an's eyes blurred, and the scenery was blurred. In the next second, he found himself in the suburbs, with continuous barren fields on the left, a small lake on the right, and mountains in the distance.

where is this

Warlock's teleportation was unreasonable at all, he didn't know where he was now.

"Teleportation is prohibited here!"

In the mellow and deep voice, a figure stood out in front of him, wearing a sub-sage crown and an old Confucian shirt. His hair, which was not well-groomed before, was now tied neatly in the crown.

Dean Zhao Shou!

"Physical contact is prohibited."

His tone was calm, but what he said contained an irresistible law.

A ray of clear light forcibly separated the white-clothed warlock and Xu Qi'an.

Relying on the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown, Zhao Shou forcibly promoted his personality to the second rank.

After parting from the white-clothed warlock, he waved his sleeve: "Back a hundred miles."

The warlock in white with a blurred face disappeared immediately.

"Okay, saved? Didn't you say that you can't teleport it? Confucianism is really a big hooligan."

Xu Qi'an was so relieved that he almost threw himself into Zhao Shou's arms and called his father.

But the next moment, Xu Qi'an saw the warlock in white appear beside him, and said with a smile:

"That's right, the luck in your body was implanted in your body by me, the purpose is to hide it from the prison."

Xu Qi'an froze for a moment: "How did you come back?"

The warlock in white smiled and said, "I walked back."

While speaking, a gossip formation lit up under Xu Qi'an's feet, and the white-clothed magician happened to be stepping on the damper.

? Xu Qi'an looked at him blankly, and his heart sank again.

Zhao Shou didn't change his face, and said leisurely: "The painting is a prison!"

A ray of light descended from the sky, covering the land with a radius of tens of miles, completely isolating it from the outside world. There is a world inside the cage, and another world outside the cage.

He was stalling for time, waiting for the prisoner to arrive.

The warlock in white smiled and said, "Then play with you."

He stepped down, and formation patterns emerged out of thin air, enveloping Zhao Shou.

These formations are different, some are intertwined with lightning, some are shrouded in mist, some are full of vigor, some are blazing, but they are perfectly integrated into one formation.

They appeared at Zhao Shou's feet at the same time and strangled them together.

The Confucian crown on Zhao Shou's head cast a clear light, protecting his body with awe-inspiring aura. He raised his finger and carved a line of Buddhist scriptures in the void.

The Buddhist text melted into his body, and in an instant, a little bit of golden lacquer bloomed, protected by the magic power of Vajra.

His awe-inspiring aura and vajra powers protected him tightly.

For Confucian high-quality strong people, as long as I have seen it, I can prostitute for nothing.

This time, Zhao Shou prostituted Xu Qi'an's King Kong Invincible.

Then, Zhao Shou imitated the white-clothed warlock, stepped down, and layers of formation patterns were born from under him, spreading rapidly, including the white-clothed warlock.

But the white-clothed warlock just waved his sleeves, and swept away Zhao Shou's formation.

How can it be effective to deal with warlocks with formations?

The white-clothed warlock methodically took off the sachet from his waist, and all of a sudden, pieces of magical artifacts flew out as if they didn't need money.

Cannons lined up one by one, bed crossbows landed on the ground, magical weapons such as firecrackers and military crossbows floated in the air, and their crosshairs all aimed at Zhao Shou.

Swords that cut iron like mud wandered through the air.

In addition, there are other magic tools with strange effects, such as the rope used for restraint, the bronze mirror that shocks the primordial spirit, and the big bronze bell used for sealing.

It's really gimmicky. In comparison, Wu Fu can only use vulgar descriptions. Seeing the battle between Confucian Gaopin and Warlock Gaopin, Xu Qi'an felt emotional.

Amidst the roar of the artillery, the warlock in white picked up a nail and pierced it into Xu Qi'an's dantian.

Xu Qi'an had a severe pain in his lower abdomen and was dripping with cold sweat. Enduring the pain by force, he said:

"Why do you want to give me luck?"

The warlock in white didn't answer, and picked up a nail again.

Xu Qi'an's heart trembled, and he wanted to back subconsciously, but his body couldn't move, "You took charge of the tax and bank case, and the purpose is to get me out of the capital in a "reasonable" way?"

The warlock in white smiled and said, "You guessed right."

"But I can't guess why you took me out of the capital on the grounds of the tax and bank case. With your means and ability, even if there is a prison in the capital, you can still take me out of the capital."

Xu Qi'an stared at him, trying to see through the "mosaic" and observe his expression.

The warlock in white touched his head, his voice was gentle, like an elder talking to a junior:

"Aren't you a great genius in judging cases? You haven't found out even after you have been given such a long time?"

I checked your mother, Xu Qian almost swears, he held back, tried his best to delay time, and said: "During the Yunzhou period, you were the one helping me, right?"

"Um!"

The white-clothed warlock gave a succinct reply.

"You helped me not because you gave me a gift, but because Yunzhou is Xuzhou, the base camp of your lineage, right?"

Xu Qi'an's words were not shocking and kept dying.

"It's not stupid."

The white-clothed sorcerer's tone was still calm, he pinched the nail, pierced Xu Qi'an's upper dantian on the chest, and said, "How did you guess it?"

Xu Qi'an's face turned pale, a lot of sweat dripped from his forehead, and his tone was a little weak:

"Because Yunzhou's geographical location is really good. It is backed by the sea. Even if your uprising fails, you can go overseas by boat. And why is it Yunzhou and not other states near the sea? Because Yunzhou is rich in products, on the Grain production is second only to Yuzhou and Zhangzhou, which are known as "Dafeng Granary".

"In terms of treasures in the mountains such as iron ore and medicinal materials, Yunzhou is second only to the 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang. In addition, the local bandits are rampant, and it is the best cover for you to station and raise troops.

"The Witch God Sect has also taken a fancy to this place, so it has been planning secretly all these years. Supporting bandits, colluding with the party, and transporting military supplies. This has violated your interests.

"So you use Duke Wei's hand, and mine, to eradicate the Witch God Sect. This will not expose you, but also wipe out the Witch God Sect's influence.

"The above, if my guess is correct, then Yunzhou Commander Yang Chuannan is actually one of your people."

The white-clothed warlock applauded lightly, unable to see his face clearly, but he was full of smiles: "I have guessed everything, you may as well tell me what else you guessed, and I will give you a chance to stall for time."

"It's a pity that I woke up too late." Xu Qi'an shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reason why Song Changfu, the chief minister of Yunzhou, was quickly identified as the real culprit behind the scenes that day was all because he caught the lame Liang Youping, and Liang Youping was sent by a white-clothed warlock.

And Liang Youping was Li Miaozhen's good friend, and was picked out by Yang Chuannan, the commander of Yunzhou City.

This place in Yunzhou is very strange. It is obviously rich, but bandits are rampant, and the people live in hardship. Not to mention Xu Qi'an, even Zhu Guangxiao called it unreasonable that day.

After summoning Ji Qian's soul in Jianzhou and asking the spirit, Xu Qi'an has been thinking about where Xuzhou is.

For a long time at that time, he didn't want to understand it. He didn't realize it until he found out everything later.

"When I was in Yunzhou, why didn't I draw my luck?"

"Didn't you see it?" The warlock in white raised the nail in his hand and said:

"The sealed item under Sangbo is in your body, if I want to draw out the luck in your body, I have to face him.

"This demon monk is not an ordinary person. Even I can't seal him. So I went to the Western Regions and told the Buddhist sect the news that Shenshu is in your body.

"They very happily lent me the Supreme Treasure Sealing Nail."

No wonder he was able to easily break my Vajra Magic and seal Shenshu easily. Sure enough, only monks can deal with monks. Xu Qi'an relieved the despair in his heart by complaining, saying:

"Why don't you borrow it sooner or later, why do you have to wait until this time?"

The white-clothed warlock spoke leisurely and with a smile: "Of course, wait until Wei Yuan dies in battle, your dragon veins dissipate, and wait for you to kill Joan of Arc."

Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes: "How do you know that Yuan Jing is Joan of Arc?"

The warlock in white asked back, "Guess."

Without waiting for Xu Qi'an to speak, he continued: "If Wei Yuan is not dead, it's not just that the Witch God Cult can't sleep and eat, and I can't sleep and eat too. The Dafeng Army God is not dead, who dares to make trouble? Now that the dragon's veins have dispersed, the Central Plains will be in chaos. At this time , is the perfect opportunity for trouble.

"It's also the best time for me to get my luck back."

While speaking, another golden nail pierced Xu Qi'an's awl.

Xu Qi'an snorted and almost fainted. The five nails in his body resonated, eroding his vitality, further sealing his cultivation, and further sealing Shenshu.

He is in a very bad state now. After killing Joan of Arc, the jade was broken twice, and he is seriously injured.

Now he is pierced into the body by the first prisoner with the magic nail. It is rare for him to have the weakness after staying up all night in his previous life, the kind of weakness that would cause sudden death at any time.

"Back then, how did you escape the siege of Emperor Wuzong, Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and contemporary supervisors?" Xu Qi'an did not forget the original intention of delaying time.

The white-clothed warlock glanced at Zhao Shou in the distance, opened the sachet again, and summoned magic weapons one after another. Top-notch magic weapons that looked like no money roared out to replenish the "strength".

At the same time, he stomped his feet again, spreading out formations that could borrow the power of heaven and earth, including Zhao Shou.

Director Zhao Shou is a third-rank Dzogchen himself, and with the blessing of the sub-sage Confucian crown, he will not be weaker than the second-rank.

Restraining Zhao Shou again, the warlock in white pinched the nail and poured it into the clear light, saying:

"How can it be so easy to kill a rank one?"

The sixth nail is inserted into the Mingmen point on the lower back.

"He is still resisting. He is indeed a demon monk who makes Buddhism a headache. When he is completely sealed, I will set up an array to get back my luck. At that time, you may die."

"I am blessed with luck, and you killed me, aren't you afraid of being backlashed by luck?"

Xu Qi'an's face was pale, not from fear, but from weakness.

"Jianzheng didn't dare to touch Joan because he was the supervisor of Dafeng. Five hundred years ago, he relied on this line of royal family to become the first grade. Killing the emperor is equivalent to destroying your own foundation. The luck on your body Also from this vein.

"When I kill you, I won't destroy my foundation. I only need to bear the backlash. And, for some reason, this backlash is even lighter than ordinary high-rankings dealing with you."

The warlock in white smiled.

"What are some reasons? It has something to do with you hiding your luck on me back then?" Xu Qi'an narrowed his eyes.

The white-clothed warlock answered the question and said: "Do you know why the prison guard betrayed me back then? Why did I fall from the first rank to the second rank?"

Xu Qi'an shook his head.

The white-clothed warlock said: "If you know what the first and second ranks of the warlock system are called, and many things, you can figure it out for yourself."

The seventh nail pierced Xu Qi'an's central acupoint.

Blood and sweat mixed, staining the ragged green shirt red, he was silent for a moment, nodded:

"I'm really curious about the truth about the prisoner's murder of his teacher."