House Management Chapter 1162: The robes of the devil
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At this moment, Zhang Yu has almost used all his skills. Thunder again, fire again. He also knows how powerful his opponent is, even if he goes all out, he will not necessarily win the opponent.
There was thunder in the sky, followed by thunderbolts in the sky.
"Pap! Pap!"
A series of lightning struck down from the air, and Zhang Yu was waiting next to him.
When the great monk saw this, his expression remained unchanged, but he just declared the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!"
"Bold people, how dare you do this! Let you taste the magical power of Lao Na's robes!" The great monk's original benevolent eyebrows and eyesight disappeared at this moment, revealing a hideous color.
I saw him wave a big hand, which was originally a robes in front of him, floating directly above his head. The unfolded robes, like a huge flying carpet, began to rotate non-stop, he pointed forward suddenly, and the robes shone toward Zhang Yu like the sky.
As for himself, he put his hands together, and kept reading in his mouth, "No Amitabha, no Amitabha, no Amitabha"
The thunder and lightning that fell in the air were originally targeted by him, but the result was good, but they landed next to him one by one, just a few steps away, but hard to touch.
"Call"
The robes set off waves. In this wave, first a dark red air flow appeared. In the dark red air flow, black fog appeared. In the fog, there were six **** spots. The head of the people. These six human heads were extremely hideous, with their eyes wide open and grinning, as if they were about to eat people.
As soon as Zhang Yu saw this, his heart was immediately shocked. The dark red air current was resentment, and the black fog emerging from it was evil spirits. The six heads that followed were filled with murderous aura.
Three air currents are intertwined, giving a desperate suffocation.
This is not the most important thing, but the six heads that Zhang Yu has seen. Isn't it the six dead people lying in the wing? Among them, He Shuaiqi, Zhang Yu remembers most clearly.
Why did these six human heads appear in the robes? Zhang Yu didn't know the mystery, and he didn't have the time to think about it.
Because he knows how powerful this robes are, the robes are overwhelming and surging. Once covered by this cassock, it will undoubtedly die. Now I want to run, it is too late, no matter how you run, it is impossible to run past this thing.
Previously, Zhang Yu just thought that this robes was a defensive weapon. Although it was powerful, it should not hurt people. Now he knew that he was wrong. This thing was not only capable of defensive, but also particularly powerful offensive, far better than the other magical weapons of the great monk.
"I did it with you!"
Since you can't hide, you can only fight.
"Puff puff puff puff! Puff puff!"
One fireball, one after another, lightning strikes on the robes.
The lightning disappeared directly, as if swallowed by the robes. The fireball hitting the robes burst instantly, sparking bursts of sparks.
All Zhang Yu's attacks failed. In an instant, the robes came on Zhang Yu's head.
"Call"
Resentment, evil spirit, murderous spirit, let people despair. Zhang Yu felt dizzy and dizzy, as if three air currents suddenly seeped into his mind.
"Ah"
Zhang Yu cried out in pain. At this critical juncture, he hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, barely clearing his mind, and then took out a blue talisman paper, which was a blue wind talisman.
The blue talisman paper is rarely used by Zhang Yu, mainly because it consumes too much. But now I can't control that much anymore. At the moment of life and death, even if it is death, all the power must be exhausted.
The violent wind charm between Zhang Yu's fingers pointed to his head and turned into a cloud of fly ash with a "poof".
"Call"
Immediately afterwards, a gust of wind blew up beside Zhang Yu. This gust of wind rose from below, like a wind on the ground, like a tornado.
The fierce wind hit the robes, and the robes, which were less than half a meter away from Zhang Yumen, could rise to more than two meters high.
Zhang Yu hurriedly raised his true energy, strangling the three air currents flowing into his body, instantly clearing the sky.
However, the cassock above his head seemed unwilling, and was pressing down with all his strength, dealing with the strong wind that was propped up below.
"Boom!"
Just as Zhang Yu was contending with the cassock and the air current, he did not notice that the great monk had picked up the tin stick from the ground and threw it over.
The tin rod looked like a dragon, and when it hit Zhang Yu, it was too late to escape.
Zhang Yu was hit directly, and he fluttered backwards, followed by a mouthful of blood, "poof"
"Amitabha! Ignorant people, bad things to me! Lao Na took your life today!" The great monk stretched out his hand again and exclaimed: "The magical power of the robes!"
The robes that had been entangled with the wind, moved instantaneously at this moment, and rushed towards Zhang Yu.
"The robes of the devil! I think you are the devil!" Zhang Yu exclaimed angrily.
Although he doesn't know the Buddhist spells and the specific ones, the mana on the robes of the great monk is definitely not a Buddhist spell.
"If there is no devil, there will be no Buddha, the devil is the Buddha, and the Buddha is the devil! Die!" the great monk screamed.
The robes are very close to Zhang Yu. Zhang Yu knew in his heart that if he were to be covered by the robes, he would not be able to resist. In a hurry, he thought of something, lying on the ground, he suddenly took out a mirror and pointed it at the monk.
"Swipe!"
The golden light flickered, and Zhang Yu immediately patted the monk with his left palm.
"Boom Rumble"
The great monk "No" saw the thunder in the palm of his hand and wanted to resist it, but he unexpectedly discovered that he couldn't move his body.
Yes, the magic weapon Zhang Yu took out was the soul mirror.
"Puff!"
Blood to pieces, blood and blood.
The robes that struck, because of the death of the great monk, followed and fell and fell at Zhang Yu's feet.
"Heh"
A smile appeared on Zhang Yu's face, "It still works!"
He lifted the mirror, then grabbed the robes on the ground.
The robes are full of evil, full of resentment, full of evil aura, full of murderous aura.
"What is this thing, such a wicked way" Zhang Yu muttered, and immediately felt the robes with his heart.
"Swipe!"
In front of Zhang Yu's eyes, such a scene appeared.
Six human heads floated in a cloud of blood fog, and He Shuaiqi's head was in it. Their eyes were red, and their mouths howled desperately.
In addition to these six human heads, there is a red phantom in the blood mist. This phantom is working cross-legged, and those grievances seem to be the result of this phantom.
In an instant, Zhang Yu seemed to understand something.
"The formation is the previous formation. This bald donkey is simply using the lives of these seven people to bless the magical instruments. There is absolutely nothing wrong with the seven killings, resentment, evil spirits, murderous aura, despair, everything comes from this"
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu's heart trembled again, and he couldn't help but cried out a fluke.
Obviously, this robes hasn't been made yet, because Xiao Mingshan's head has not been cut off. Otherwise, the power would definitely be stronger than it is now, and if that's the case, I'm afraid I won't be able to use the Soul Mirror.