The grass cuts off the roots and then twists like a stream of water, gathering together, forming three words, "Lu Weiliang."

The old man's face turned snow-white in an instant.

He looked at the old woman and said in a trembling voice, "Who are you? How do you know my name?"

Luang Po had been hunching over, and looking at the old man's face, her body was slightly straightened.

The expression on her face was very calm, but she was not as relaxed as before, nor was she as smiling when she watched the excitement in the past.

She looked at the old man seriously for a while, and suddenly shook her head. The grass in front of her twisted again, forming handwriting, "You are lying, you are not Lu Weiliang."

The old man's body trembled violently. He looked at Luang Po and couldn't speak for a moment.

Luang Po looked at the courtyard wall behind him, and the grass danced again.

But these green grasses were no longer spread flat on the ground, but flew into the sky and formed words in the night. "It turns out that your magical powers are not only about looking at the energy, but also about moving souls."

A loud noise suddenly came from the old man's throat, and he suddenly stood up from the wheelchair. The moment he stood up, a dazzling light came from his legs. His legs seemed to be no longer flesh and blood, but turned into some kind of shiny crystal.

At this moment, Luang Po waved his hand.

It seemed like a knife appeared in her hand, but the knife looked like a phantom and disappeared in a flash.

An invisible wind blew across the body of the old man who had just stood up.

The old man's legs had just shiny, and his body was broken.

The shiny legs were separated from the body above.

His shiny legs were still standing, but the old man's body had fallen down and fell into the wheelchair again.

The grass flying in the air disappeared.

When they appeared again, they had already appeared behind the yard.

The maid who was on the ground and seemed to be unconscious was lying on the ground in a strange manner, just as the grass fell down.

These grass fell on her body, like countless knives instantly cutting her body.

The maid instantly turned into countless tiny pieces of flesh and blood.

...

On the edge of the Qujiang River, the old Taoist Chongqian, who had already landed, boarded a small boat and arrived in the middle of the river.

Yelu Yueli also followed him.

Just as the old man's legs began to shine, the old Taoist Chong Qian, who had been concentrating and calmly sensing, trembling slightly.

The river surface also began to tremble slightly.

With this tremor, countless streams appeared in his body.

These streams surged rapidly along his meridians. When he pointed as a sword and stabbed towards the night sky, these streams turned into terrifying forces and pierced into the night sky continuously.

boom!

There was no thunder in the sky, but it made a roar that shook the sky.

The clouds suddenly twisted above Chang'an City, forming a whirlwind cloud.

It was like countless sharp swords were marching in the whirlwind, cutting some orderly qi into pieces.

...

Luang Po quietly looked at the old man who had lost his legs.

The legs in front of the old man were still luminous like fireflies.

In a breath, the old man hissed and sucked, as if he had died instantly, and came alive in an instant.

He looked at Luang Po in great horror and asked again, "Who are you?"

Luang Pu just looked at him and did not answer.

But the old man suddenly started crying.

He looked at the blood flowing out of his body and cried, "Why are there any old things that have been heard in the past twenty years? What did I do wrong again? A person like me is extremely talented and has cultivated eighth-grade magical powers early on, but how do I know that I have cultivated such a magical power?"

"What God gave me is to see the qi to distinguish the methods of practice, and to spy on other people's practice methods to hide and watch other people's supernatural powers. I have such supernatural powers, don't I see it?"

"It's like a person is born with eyes. As long as he is not blind, he will certainly have to look at the world."

"I have such supernatural powers. Can't I exchange for something I want?"

"I don't want much, I just love strange flowers and plants. I just want to quietly look at the flowers and plants. Someone has served these flowers and plants. I quietly see if they are beautiful? I only have one daughter in my life, and my daughter is suffering from a bad disease again. Can't I rely on this magical power to save her life?"

"What am I doing wrong?"

Luang Pra still did not respond to his words.

She just waited quietly and felt.

After she had completely figured out the mental fluctuations in his body, another gust of wind surged in front of her.

The old man who was crying suddenly became crazy.

His mouth was so wide that it was as if his whole face was about to crack.

The next moment, all the energy in his body rushed to the wheelchair beneath him.

His body quickly shriveled.

laugh!

A black air surged out of the wheelchair beneath him, and instantly turned into a black crow, flapping his wings and trying to fly to the sky.

However, it flies with the wind, so how can it pass through the wind quickly?

It had just taken a foot to the air and was cut into countless pieces in an instant.
Chapter completed!