My magic weapons are all rule-based

Xu Shan looked sad.

The monk has such a clear mind that threats have no effect on him.

The hell if we send him to Gotham City, the Joker will be a bad guy enough to survive the next day...

The woman was still begging Xu Shan, her forehead was already a bright red.

Xu Shan looked embarrassed and hurried back to the house with his mother and daughter between them.

He took out two healing pills and gave them to the mother and daughter.

The mother and daughter huddled together, with tears in their eyes. They were obviously still in great panic and their spirits were severely damaged.

Xu Shan had an idea and restored his original appearance.

"Don't be afraid, those two people are actually the incarnations of demons. I am here specifically to conquer demons!"

Seeing Xu Shan change his handsome face and his noble temperament, both mother and daughter looked stern at the same time.

The woman showed admiration: "Master Immortal..."

"Don't say anything and take care of yourself." Xu Shan gently held the woman's right hand and patted it twice.

The woman retracted her hand, her cheeks flushed.

The little girl was stunned!

Xu Shan smiled faintly, turned around and went out.

Approaching the door, the woman hurriedly shouted with concern: "Master Immortal, please be safe. I think those two strange-looking monsters are very ugly. Please be careful."

"It's just a little demon, don't worry about it." Xu Shan's side face revealed his jawline, he nodded deeply, and immediately closed the door.

The house fell into darkness.

In the darkness, the woman held her right hand and covered it with her chest, her heart pounding.

...

Outside the door, Xu Shan's face returned to its ordinary state.

In this world of Yan Gou, having a pretty face is really useful, but the recognition is too high.

Thousand-faced Pill can only help him change one face at a time, and then use spiritual power to control the changes.

I will have to ask Huang Zhiwen for more skins if I have a chance in the future...

Returning to the battlefield, the situation has undergone drastic changes.

Uncharacteristically, Master Zihe no longer pulled the kite, but led the corpse puppet to greet him.

His face glowed with an unusual blue-gray color, and his body was also wrapped in gray air.

No time!

If this drags on like this, he won't be able to bear this crazy monk's self-destruction.

He also has the secret method of consuming the foundation, but the cost of damaging the origin is very high.

In order for Xu Xian to successfully refine it, he always wanted to be in a perfect state.

Judging from the current situation, he has no chance.

And that piece of shit Xu Xian has been wandering around nearby. This guy is very ghostly.

There are also some secrets hidden in him that can break the ban.

If we can't solve it quickly, there will be disaster later.

Zihe jumped back a few meters, condensed the Yin energy of his palms into a ball, and slapped the corpse fiercely!

The speed of the originally slow corpse puppet suddenly increased, almost reaching the same level as Zen Master Liehuo.

For a moment, the corpse puppet held Zen Master Liehuo tightly.

After three or five moves, Master Zihe saw the right moment and took action, blasting Zen Master Liehuo dozens of meters away with one move.

Then he ordered the corpse puppet to come forward and pursue him.

He felt that the monk had been killed by this blow, but he did not dare to confirm it.

The first two times he obviously felt that he was going to succeed, but as a result, the monk had been fighting him until now, and he felt really unsure.

However, his strength has dropped to the level of the Golden Core stage. Even if he is not dead, the corpse puppet should be able to give him a fatal blow.

Master Zihe spit out the blood foam in his mouth and slowly walked towards Xu Shan.

"Good disciple, it should be over now. You have had enough fun, go home with me."

"You just surrender yourself and don't let Master Wei worry about you."

Xu Shan felt the heat between his eyebrows and secretly complained in his heart.

It’s too slow, I haven’t finished sucking yet!

Perhaps it's because the 'scented oil' is condensed in the spine, so it's so difficult to inhale.

If Zen Master Liehuo can hold on just a little longer, maybe he will succeed!

There was no point in saying anything now, it was a choice to run or fight... a choice had to be made.

Zihe was still approaching step by step, Xu Shan suddenly looked shocked, his eyes turned slightly to look at Zihe's ear, and then he quickly turned around.

This change was quickly captured by Master Zihe, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Isn't it? So the monk is not dead yet?

He quickly looked back, only to find that there was nothing behind him.

Looking back, Xu Shan had already escaped with his sword...

"What the fuck! Ahhhhhhhh!!" Zihe roared angrily and sprinted after Xu Shan at top speed.

In his four hundred years of cultivation, this was the first time that he was teased again and again by a monk in the elixir formation stage!

I really want to cut him into pieces!

While Xu Shan was escaping, he didn't forget to turn around and observe Zihe. Seeing that his speed had slowed down a lot, his nervousness eased a little.

Zihe has indeed reached the end of his strength, and his perception ability has dropped significantly.

And now Yu Jian's speed is only slightly faster than him.

Zihe didn't dare to kill him, he had a great chance of winning! Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!

Thinking of this, Xu Shan flew to the ground.

Master Zihe was approaching, completely unaware that Xu Shan had a rag on his arm.

Just as Zihe was about to capture Xu Shan, Xu Shan reversed direction and took the initiative to greet him.

"Good boy, how dare you... a special chef!!"

Xu Shan expressionlessly slashed out the Heart Killing Sword, and the extremely sharp blade cut Zi He's cheek dangerously.

This winning blow was unexpectedly dodged by him instinctively.

While shouting "special chef" in shock, his body could instinctively make evasive movements.

Zihe came to his senses and immediately retreated ten meters, plowing two deep ditches on the ground, feeling terrified in his heart.

What happened...what happened just now, why did he call for a special chef?

And Xu Xian's sword, it was so creepy, it was definitely a super powerful magic weapon.

Was it used to kill Yang Lin?

If this magic weapon was a second or third grade earth-level magic weapon, he felt that it was still acceptable.

But the heart-shaking feeling on the sword was definitely not something that a second or third grade earth-level magic weapon could have.

It is very likely that it was a fifth grade earth-level magic weapon!

How could a cultivator who had just formed a pill in the late stage of foundation building come to Zhenhai Sect and was qualified to own such a powerful magic weapon? This is totally unreasonable.

No, he has something else. It is unlikely that his loss of consciousness just now was caused by the sword.

Xu Shan held the sword, his mind was as calm as an ancient well, and he took the initiative to meet Zihe.

Zihe Zhenren casually swung a few gray wind blades, his eyes carefully observing Xu Shan's whole body.

The sword, he could still understand.

But why did he lose control and inexplicably call for a special chef.

There is no logic at all! ! !

Xu Shan raised his sword and shattered the wind blades and continued to approach Zi He.

Zi He gritted his teeth and went forward with full alert.

The two gathered in a three-meter circle again!

Not finding anything unusual, Zi He was about to use a killing move to subdue Xu Shan.

Suddenly, he saw the rag wrapped around his arm fall down a bit...

"Special, special, special, special, special, special, special..."

The Azure Dragon flashed repeatedly, and Zi He fell into an epileptic state, repeating a word in his mouth.

Xu Shan saw the opportunity and stabbed with the sword continuously!

Zi He instinctively began to twist and dodge in epilepsy, and sometimes he could swing his spine to block twice.

Until... a crackling sound was heard, and the towel was broken into dust and dissipated into the air.

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