The Monk

Chapter 231 The world in the palm of your hand

After someone reminded me, I sent out the transmission talisman but received no response, and then I realized that I had been poisoned, and I became even more angry. But he had to re-evaluate the strength of Zhang Ai and others and did not dare to take action easily.

It wasn't that Big Beard wasn't smart or vigilant, it was just that his inherent thinking over the years made him think that the Nascent Soul monks would definitely win against the Dan Jie monks, not to mention that they were still four Nascent Soul masters. Even if the worst is said, the Nascent Soul cultivator can't beat you to form the elixir, but I have no problem escaping, so I didn't expect that something would happen to the three of them in the afternoon.

Zhang Tianfang was acting rogue: "Which of your eyes saw us killing people?" In fact, he did not know whether the robbers Cheng Xier mentioned were related to Big Beard.

The skinny middle-aged man next to the bearded man whispered something more, walked out carrying a nine-ring sword, clasped his fist at Zhang Awei and said: "No matter what, you kill my senior brother Wu Tong, this revenge will be avenged, so please forgive me." Please teach me." He felt something was fishy and didn't dare to tell anyone about it. He slowly held the Nine-ring Saber across his chest, looking coldly at Zhang.

The nine-ring knife has a snow-white blade and a sharp edge. Nine fist-sized rings on the back of the knife are lined up one by one.

Zhang Tianfang smiled and said, "I like those who play with knives." Carrying the ghost sword, he walked to the opposite side of the middle-aged man, took a look at the nine-ring sword and said, "It's bigger than mine, let's see if it's powerful?"

The middle-aged thin man originally planned to entangle Zhang Afraid and let his brothers launch an attack on other people, preparing to wipe out the forty people in front of him in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, Zhang Tianfang showed up, and he couldn't help but feel a little hesitant: I am a Nascent Soul monk. How dare you, a high-level Dan, dare to fight me with confidence? Then he looked at the young monk next to Zhang Wen. He wondered if he was a Buddhist. If he was a Buddhist, he might have changed. Turning his head and making a look at the bearded man, it meant that there was a change of plan and we would talk about it later. Then he laughed loudly and said: "There is no mercy in the killing field, little brother, be careful."

After speaking, his right hand trembled, and the nine rings on the blade collided together like waves, making a crisp sound, jingling together. Everyone found it strange that the nine rings would make some noise when they collided, but why the ring kept ringing. As soon as my curiosity arose, the sound of the ring's impact became louder and louder. It was high, low, fast, and slow, forming a strange music.

The blade was motionless, the ring was beating and hitting, and the music was weird and continuous. Everyone listening frowned and felt a sick feeling spreading from their bones. The tinkling sound can make people sick, and it is indeed a skill.

Zhang Tianfang felt uncomfortable, and swung the knife with his backhand. A black line flew away from the edge of the blade and hit the nine-ring knife. Seeing that the black line was about to sink into the snow-white blade, it suddenly bounced back as if it hit a wall. Zhang Awei was startled by this change. He hurriedly waved the ghost sword, retracted the black thread into the body of the sword, and carefully stared at the front of the nine-ring sword. There was nothing in it. It should be the wall of sound formed by the sound of the ring hitting it.

The invisible wall that the ghost sword keeps cutting at? Zhang Wei frowned, what could he do? He slashed two more times, one horizontally and one vertically, and the two black lines bounced back in front of the invisible wall again. Zhang Tianfang, who retracted the black lines, shouted at Zhang Awei: "What's going on if you keep cutting?"

Just after he finished shouting, the nine-ring knife in the palm of the middle-aged thin man trembled again, and the impact sound changed again. The originally high and low music suddenly became low, gently floating into the ears, but hitting the heart hard, making people feel depressed. , heavy and unbearable.

At this time, the dozen or so people who were with the middle-aged thin man quietly retreated slowly, quietly applying protective spells and sound barriers to themselves. Zhang was afraid that something was wrong, so he shouted: "Be careful." A forbidden spell is stacked in front of him.

The sound of the nine rings of the Nine Ring Knife colliding becomes more and more weird. The jingling sound disappears and turns into a whine. It is like a ghostly wind blowing through the world, but it tightly grasps the hearts of everyone, making you have to listen, but also have to listen, and want to give up. Isolation is impossible.

The little monk Bu Kong had a cold face, a rare expression of nervousness. When others were trying to avoid and seek ways to resist, he walked forward slowly, walked to Zhang Tianfang step by step, and smiled at him: "It's okay." He held his hands with each other. Put it together, slightly bend your palms, and press your ten fingers together to create a peach-shaped space between your hands. Fu Kong closed his eyes, raised his hands in front of his mouth, and whispered: "Amitabha." The sound was sent into the peach-shaped space in his hands, and changes occurred in the space. The colorless space became colorful, rolling back and forth between his hands.

The sound of the Nine-Hand Knife also changed, its low and deep sound reaching the heart and brain through the human body's senses, and it continued like countless thin threads binding everyone's hearts and spiritual consciousness. Slowly the sound became faster, and countless invisible clues began to beat up and down, causing everyone's heartbeats to speed up.

At this point, everyone understands that the nine-ring knife is a cover, and the nine rings on the knife are the real attack weapon. The opponent's heart beat is controlled through sound, and the heartbeat is slowly accelerated until it cannot bear it and explodes. Of course, people can't died.

Zhang Tianda was furious: "My grandson dares to trick me." But he could only see his mouth open, but no sound could be heard.

The sound of the nine rings colliding became deeper and deeper, but also became more and more intense, causing everyone's hearts to beat wildly, as if they were about to jump out of their throats. At this moment, the nine rings came out from the knife, jumped into the air and collided together. A loud high-pitched sound burst out from the low music, and a loud clang sounded in everyone's ears and in their hearts. , it makes people feel as if their heart is going to burst, and it feels as uncomfortable as it feels. Some of the girls were already in agony and fell to the ground. Zhang Fang and Fang Jian were all looking solemn, not to mention Zhang Tianfang, who was crying with blood flowing from his mouth and his eyes were dull.

Only the little monk still had a solemn face, still closed his eyes, and gently uttered four words: "Heaven and earth in the palm of your hand." A whirlwind suddenly blew in the peach-shaped space created by the crooked hands, stirring up the colorful light to form a vortex, and the vortex became more and more popular. Turning around, the colorful space is sucked into the vortex. Fu Kong let go of his hands, and his palms rushed up to Ping Tan's body. The vortex rotated wildly above his palms, and then he saw the space between him and the skinny middle-aged man change. The vortex rotates, as if sucking in the space in front of him, causing countless ripples in the air. The originally invisible world is now shattering like crystal.

Everyone was surprised when they discovered that the low and strange music emitted by the Nine Ring Knife could no longer be heard, and that the vortex could actually absorb sound.

Now it was the skinny middle-aged man's turn to be nervous. The control ring violently hit the air, but no sound could be made. Fu Kong whispered: "Broken." The vortex flew to the ring and twisted violently, and the nine rings were shattered into powder at the same time. The magic weapon connected the heart, and the middle-aged man was traumatized and fell to the ground in a coma.

Fu Kong looked at him calmly, turned his palms, and shouted: "Disperse." The vortex in the air made a slight sound, and then disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Tianfang looked at the unconscious middle-aged man, then at Fu Kong, nodded and said: "This is a good move, teach it to me."