Chapter 127: Looking at the Buddha Building (Part 2)

Just when the demon sword was about to slash on the heads of the two people, the two people who seemed to be trapped by the golden light suddenly activated. Wu Gong pulled out a thin wire that seemed to be made of steel and tied up Fujioka Zuosuke's hand and the demon sword tightly together. The fingers of Lingwei Feimo's hands turned into ten sharp thorns, piercing Fujioka Zuosuke's body without any obstacles. Because the incident happened suddenly, Fujioka Zuosuke did not expect that Wu Gong and others could still move under his careful design. When Wu Gong locked his arm with thin wire, he noticed something was wrong and wanted to use ninjutsu to escape. However, a strange force came from Wu Gong's thin wire that made him unable to move. He could only watch Lingwei Feimo insert his hands into his body.

When the Lingwei Fei Demon pulled his hands out of Fujioka Zuosuke's body, Fujioka Zuosuke could no longer stand up and collapsed to the ground, looking at the two of them with disbelief, spitting blood in their mouths, and said, "Why? Why is your magic skill not suppressed by the Buddha's power?"

"Mr. Fujioka, your every move is under the surveillance of the prince. If you want to obtain the magic casting sect that Kowloon won the great crafts at no cost, the prince also wants to get your two spiritual weapons for nothing." Wu Gong covered his mouth and let out a woman-like laugh. Then he took out a jade Buddha statue from his neck, shook it in front of Fujioka Zuosuke, and said, "Before we come, Zen Master Tianyin made these two jade statues for me. In addition to being unable to cast spells within two hours, the power of Yonghegong's Buddha will not affect our magic skills!"

"You search for the array diagram of the Nine Dragons in his body, and I will deal with the garbage outside!" Lingwei Feimo looked at the dying Japanese in front of him indifferently, turned around and rushed out of the Zhaofu Tower, and then there was a sound of fighting outside. It seemed that Xuangang Tianmo had already known the lamas in Yonghe's palace, so no lama came out to observe it even if he was so noisy.

Wu Gong didn't think much about it, and used his magic skills to shake his fingers gently. The thin thread wrapped around Fujioka Zuosuke's arm was instantly closed, and he cut Fujioka Zuosuke's arm into several segments. Then the thin thread went up and wrapped the neck of Fujioka Zuosuke, who had completely lost his resistance, preparing to learn about his life.

The defeated Fujioka Zuosuke was now venting his breath but not in. The injury on his body caused the energy he had obtained from refining the replenishment quickly to lose, his whole body became extremely old and his skin shrank. However, when Wu Gong wrapped the strange silk around his neck, he looked straight at the roof, laughed wildly, and laughed loudly: "Haha! I lost! You didn't win either, I will wait for you below."

Wu Gong was shocked when he saw Fujioka Zuosuke's appearance. While casting a spell to cut off Fujioka Zuosuke's head, he quickly turned his head and looked towards Fujioka Zuosuke's gaze. However, what surprised him was that he had not seen anything. When he turned his head and saw the crazy smile on Fujioka Zuosuke's head, he couldn't help but feel a creepy feeling. An uneasy feeling rose inexplicably from his heart. Although it was already hot summer, he felt a chill in this building. Cleaning up and leaving immediately was his only idea now.

When Wu Gong turned around and prepared to pack up the two magical treasures on the altar, he suddenly found that the two magical weapons that were still there just disappeared. When he turned to look at Fujioka Zuosuke's body, everything in front of him made his hair stand up. The corpse that was still lying quietly on the ground disappeared inexplicably at this moment. At the same time, the demon sword that was placed on the ground and two memorial books that recorded the Kyushen's Grand Prix Casting Sect also disappeared. Only a pool of bright blood and the head with a hideous smile were left on the ground.

"Who? Who is the one who is trying to make trouble in front of me?" Wu Gong was very shocked and immediately threw out the thin silk in his hand to form a protective net, protect himself, and retreated outside the Zhaofu Building.

When Wu Gong was about to leave the Zhaofu Tower, two powerful forces rushed out from both sides behind Wu Gong, hitting the door that had just been opened by the Lingwei Feimo, and closing it again. Wu Gong used these two forces to find out where the hidden person was. While the thin silk in his hand was wrapped around behind him, he turned around and looked back.

However, before Wu Gong could see who was behind him, a golden stick silently slammed from far to near, and hit his throat hard. With a click, Wu Gong's throat was easily smashed. However, the domineering power contained in the stick body had not completely weakened. He instantly smashed his neck along the extremely fast rolling stick body. At the same time, Wu Gong's soul seemed to be impacted by a powerful force in the stick, and it all dispersed.

Poor Wu Gong was full of profound magic skills and top-grade magic weapons. Because of the power of Yonghe Palace's forbidden magic, he was unable to exert it. He was secretly attacked by Xu Changqing. He hit his body and head in a different place with a stick, and even his soul was broken and he would never be reborn.

Just when Wu Gong died, the strange thin thread in his hand had been wrapped around Xu Changqing's body. His body instinctively cast spells to shrink the thin thread, trying to cut Xu Changqing's body into pieces. Although this thin thread was extremely powerful, it still could not hurt Xu Changqing's Hunyuan golden body. However, because it was too tight, Xu Changqing still felt a little pain.

Xu Changqing used his strength to break away from the binding of the thin wire, then put it into his palm, and looked carefully. Although the thin wire was more than ten feet long, it was only the size of a palm when it contracted. And some small serrated teeth could be seen vaguely on the wire. Just because of its sharpness, it is not an exaggeration to call it a weapon.

Just when Xu Changqing observed this thin silk made of unknown things, the Lingwei Feimo had already solved the takaya monks and ninjas outside. When he turned around and saw that the door of the Zhaofu Tower had been opened, it was actually closed, and there was no sound or breath in the building, as if there was no one in the building, which made him feel suspicious.

When Lingwei Feimo approached the door of Zhaofu Building with a look of surprise, Xu Changqing also felt the movement outside, picked up the Yin Shenshou, stood behind the door, and quietly waited for Lingwei Feimo to open the door, and gave him a thunder blow.

However, when the Lingwei Feimo was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped and flew back at an extremely fast speed and disappeared on the floor in front of the Zhaofu Building, leaving only a corpse there.
Chapter completed!