Panguan

Zhang Zhengchu seemed to be grabbed by someone suddenly!

He opened his eyes wide and then narrowed them quickly, staring at Wen Shi without blinking, his brows twisted into the word Chuan. His lips moved a few times, but no words came out.

It seemed that he suddenly didn't want to know the answer, and he grabbed the end of the cane with his fingers——

And at the same time as he made some moves, Wen Shi was no longer in his original position!

So many things happened in that instant, like a horizontal scroll.

On the left is Zhang Zhengchu holding his cane.

The old fingers are like climbing tree roots, and there is a loose layer of old skin outside the bones, and the blue veins are connected with twists and turns under the skin, with several protruding and swollen nodes. The moment he exerted his strength, the knots bulged!

The spiritual gods wrapped around the cane gather the power of hundreds of people, one end extends deep in the yellow soil, like an earth dragon wrapped in golden light, under the thin crust, centered on the fixed point of the cane, it scurries in all directions! In an instant, every inch of land in the formation was covered!

And the other end climbed up at a high speed along Zhang Zhengchu's clasped hands, the tendons under his skin became clearly visible, bruised and purple intertwined and densely packed. And the white light brought by those spirit gods converged towards his heart and forehead along every tendon!

Behind him are the faces of the heads of various families who are either horrified or hesitant.

The Patriarch of the Luo family, who was in charge of the formation before, was closest to him, and the impact force from his body hit his heart, and he retreated a few feet back with his chest in his chest. The Patriarch of the Yang family was still young among the elders, and he reacted the fastest, holding five talisman papers in one hand and slapping them in the direction of Zhang Zhengchu.

When the talisman slipped away from his fingers, a phantom of a huge shield fell from the sky and plunged into the ground, blocking Zhang Zhengchu's violent spiritual power.

There are still many people who have thrown out the puppet line, and giant puppets of various shapes leap out from one end of the long line.

on the right side of the screen.

When I smell it, there is only a white shadow that cannot be caught by the naked eye. He protruded forward with his left hand, turned his wrist with his right hand, and tightened the puppet thread that involved all the formation stones. The spirit flowed out along the long thread, and at the same time, the whole sky was bright with snow.

Purple and white staggered electric lights filled the sky, followed by the sound of thunder, which exploded between the sky and the earth.

The scene was stretched to the extreme, and then completely shrunk to the point of the formation.

In the blink of an eye, Xie Wen broke a long thatch from the side, hooked the straw like fingers with dead branches and made a special knot, then twisted his fingertips, and pointed the other palm towards the root of the grass Pat lightly.

Riding on the strong wind, the thatched grass shot straight out.

It was obviously too thin and fragile to be vulnerable to a single blow, but at this moment it was like the sharpest long arrow in the world, rushing straight to Wen Shi's body. It was only half a step faster than when it was heard, passing through the barrier of spirits and gods that stimulated Zhang Zhengchu's body with great force, every time it penetrated a layer, the sky trembled and golden light splashed.

Every time a layer was penetrated, Zhang Zhengchu's complexion became grayer.

"Old Zhang, be careful!"

"gentlemen--"

At that moment, Aqi's puppet instinct broke out, and he rushed over with a blank expression.

So he saw Zhang Zhengchu's pupils constricted suddenly, the shadow of thatched grass was reflected in it, and the flames flowed around him.

It happened to be burned to ashes before it penetrated the back of the puppet's head.

In the next second, Aqi was tied up by a long string. Under the pull of gravity, he was violently thrown dozens of feet away!

It was at that time that Wen Shi suddenly fell in front of Zhang Zhengchu.

With the smell of burning thatched embers on his body, he raised his hand, the index finger and middle finger were tensely clasped inward, and a thin white puppet thread was hanging from the joints.

Even though he didn't meet anyone, Zhang Zhengchu seemed to be attracted by an invisible force!

His feet were half off the ground, his neck was sunken, and there were cyan fingerprints. He took two "ho ho" breaths in his throat, pursed his lips tightly, and flared his nostrils.

"Didn't you ask me which sect I belong to, and who will discipline me?" Wen Shi looked down at him, his voice was cold and hoarse.

Even though he was seized by the air, Zhang Zhengchu still tightly grasped the cane with both hands and did not let go. Those entangled spirits and gods still have one end connected to the ground and one end wrapped around him.

When the two fingerprints on the neck flowed, fine wounds appeared on Wen Shi's fingers, and bright red blood oozes out from under the fair skin.

He didn't even glance at it, he just said to Zhang Zhengchu in a low voice, "There is only one person in this world who can discipline me..."

"It can't be called dust."

The moment these three words fell, the blood on Zhang Zhengchu's face faded, it was really ugly!

"you!"

Zhang Zhengchu cast down his eyes with difficulty, staring at the thin thread with the snow-bladed cold light on Wen Shi's fingers, and squeezed out a few words from his throat, "You are..."

His voice was so hoarse that he could only hear it clearly when he smelled it. After he said two words, he coughed violently, and his face was flushed from coughing.

From the moment he saw Qing Wenshi's eyes, Zhang Zhengchu realized that he was really reckless this time.

But he can't be blamed for this, it's just that this body is too old and can't last much longer... He is too anxious, and Bu Ning's spirit is too tempting for him.

So much so that he wanted to take a risk, taking a small risk with the power of the spirits and gods of the group of patriarchs and those young bodies... If he succeeded, he could at least last another hundred years and live like a human for a long time.

rather than filth.

But at the end of the day, I realized that the risk was bigger than the sky...

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Countless thoughts had already flashed through his mind, but to bystanders, all these changes happened in the blink of an eye.