Three hundred and ten chapters evil art
Lu Bufan sent a voice, "Who have you ever heard that the golden corpse can subdue the seed monk?"
Kuang Fang suddenly became silent. Yes, the monster in front of him could not be judged by common sense.
Hong Yi sent a voice, "It's obvious that once this guy becomes a black spirit magic weapon, he will definitely seek revenge on Pang Tianze. At that time, we will definitely be pushed into this mud by him. The person named Pang is not an ordinary person, but he is extremely trusted by the Pope's left-minded master, and he is afraid that this will be endless trouble if he gets involved."
Lu Bufan snorted coldly, "As long as this happens, just think that he is dead, why are you picking fat and thin? What troubles do you fear? In fact, the biggest trouble is the bustle in the White Horse Temple, I'm afraid I can't see it."
"What's the excitement in White Horse Temple? Could it be that Wang Mojie is going to overcome the immortal tribulation?"
Hong Yi widened his eyes, "If this is true, he should have to meet him no matter what."
Lu Bufan said silently, Hong Yi sent a voice, "Uncle Master, don't be as knowledgeable as me. It's not that I sincerely want to harm you. Who knew that the little thief was so sinister, we are all like this. If we still slander each other, it would really make people laugh out loud."
Lu Bufan snorted coldly with his sleeves and raised his eyes to see the sky. He was so hurt by Hong Yi that he was too lazy to talk nonsense to him now.
The three of them blew the sea breeze for three days and three nights. On the fourth day, when the sunset was about to disappear, Xu Yi's call came, and the three of them returned to the underground secret room.
"Brother Xu, are you?"
As soon as he met Xu Yi, Hong Yi exclaimed in surprise.
Xu Yi in front of him was so haggard that he was extremely decaying.
Lu Bufan sighed, "You should know that some things cannot be forced, and haste will not be achieved. Your talent is already amazing, but you must not understand the wonders of the Dharma in this short time. It is still long, so why bother rushing for a while?"
Xu Yi's blood-filled eyes rolled, sweeping towards Lu Bufan, "Brother Lu, don't use your skills, use the smoothest magic power to attack me."
Lu Bufan couldn't figure out what Xu Yi was going to do, but he knew that following the instructions was his only choice.
At that moment, Lu Bufan slowly attacked Xu Yi. Xu Yi grabbed his big hand and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
"No, come again."
Xu Yi said hello, "You can relax a little more."
Lu Bufan was completely confused. Is he looking for another abuse? He could see that Xu Yi had introduced the magic power he had hit into his body, otherwise he would not have been seriously injured.
At that moment, he pulled the magic ball longer and thinner, and Xu Yi sprayed out a mouthful of blood again, and the movement was not as big as before.
"Very good, that's it, Brother Lu, let's continue."
Xu Yi was injured for the second time, and there was no sign of discourage on his face. Instead, he became interested and shouted loudly.
In a blink of an eye, half of the incense rod passed, and Lu Bufan attacked hundreds of attacks. Xu Yi was injured again and again, but his excitement became stronger. Suddenly, Xu Yi shouted loudly and attacked a cyclone.
"What kind of evil skill is this!"
"This is the magic power of Uncle Lu's use of magic power!"
Hong Yi and Kuang Fang exclaimed in unison, "Have they ever seen such evil magical powers?"
Lu Bufan also stared at Xu Yi in surprise and said in a deep voice, "You should know that this kind of martial arts is meaningless."
Of course, he could understand that the cyclone stimulated by Xu Yi was transformed into a magic power. If he could transform into a large amount of magic power, the evil power that Xu Yi had created would be worthy of the world's first-class magic power.
Chapter completed!