Chapter 712: The Power of an Arrow

In the sky, a pair of huge ice wings behind Zhan Yunfei flapped at the right time. From a distance, it looked like a touch of wanton snow between heaven and earth.

At this moment, his eyes were like an eagle and his body was like a crane. The "Qimu" bow in his hand was constantly adjusted, always aiming at the eyebrows of the 100-foot rock Buddha opposite.

"Seven, six, five, four..." After another four breaths, the Haoran Tianmai in Zhan Yunfei's body was like a surging river, and wisps of colorful spiritual light visible to the naked eye flew on his arms, and the Qimu bow was completely activated.

Strings of light silver Confucian seal characters overflowed from the surface of the Qimu bow. Those Confucian seal characters seemed to be engraved in the void, arranged in an orderly manner, as if written by a saint.

Under the guidance of the Qimu bow, the Haoran power within a radius of 100 miles between heaven and earth was drawn out, dotted, until it gathered into a river and poured into the colorful arrows.

The huge colorful spiritual power quickly condensed into the shape of a colorful arrow, and made a rumbling sound, like a surging colorful deep sea.

"Three, two..." Zhan Yunfei counted every breath in his heart, and he looked extremely solemn. The Qimu bow that he pulled round was like a silver plate, with jade flowing on the surface.

"One!"

Zhan Yunfei's hand holding the bowstring suddenly loosened, and with his spiritual consciousness as the guide, the colorful arrow broke through the air.

"Swoosh"

A colorful long rainbow broke through the air, like a colorful dragon, attracting Xuanhuang, and was shocked by the miracle.

Although the Baizhangyan Buddha transformed by the Qingyan monk on the opposite side was prepared, he was also shocked by such a powerful attack.

"Could the power on this arrow be the Haoran power that is regarded as a miracle by the Yudao Sect? I'm afraid that the body of the Qingyan monk's ghost slave is really not safe!" The Thousand Faces Ghost who had been controlling the Qingyan monk's body exclaimed in his heart.

The Thousand Faces Ghost ranked third on the Zhongyuan Continent's evil cultivation list, so he was naturally knowledgeable. He immediately judged the source of the power of Zhan Yunfei's arrow on the opposite side.

Deep down, the Thousand Faces Ghost still values ​​Qingyan Monk, the ghost slave. As the leader of the three sons of Vajra, Qingyan Monk is born with a rock body, which is very strong. The Thousand Faces Ghost will not easily give up this ghost slave body until the last moment.

As one of the ghost slaves of the Thousand Faces Ghost, Qingyan Monk's human soul among the three souls of heaven, earth and man has always been imprisoned in the Seven Evil Ghost Banner. As the master of the ghost slave, in order to completely control Qingyan Monk, the Thousand Faces Ghost separated a strand of his human soul and put it in Qingyan Monk's soul.

At present, if the Thousand Faces Ghost does not give up Qingyan Monk's body in advance, after being severely injured, the Thousand Faces Ghost's human soul will also be traumatized. Therefore, the Thousand Faces Ghost has to be serious.

"This boy's strength seems to exceed my previous estimate. Although the attack and defense power of Qingyan Monk's physical body Rock Buddha have increased several times after the transformation, the target is too large, which is also an obvious weakness."

With a judgment in mind, "Baizhang Rock Buddha" turned from attack to defense. His huge body retreated two steps, one leg bent forward, one leg kicked back, and a pair of big feet stepped into the ground to take root.

He clearly saw that the target of Zhan Yunfei's arrow on the opposite side was his forehead.

His huge arms quickly closed together, and with a bang, they were like two huge stone doors tightly closed, protecting his head. Brown spiritual patterns flickered on the rock arms.

At the same time, the natal Buddha lamp lit in the purple mansion space of Baizhang Rock Buddha suddenly lit up.

"Supreme Dharma, Qingyan Array, my soul lamp, sacrifice to the spirit..." Baizhang Rock Buddha silently recited the Rock Buddha's skills in his heart, raising his skills to the highest level.

"Rock escape ten layers of mountains!"

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

The earth trembled, the soil splashed, and the mountain peaks rose from the flat ground.

In the blink of an eye, ten hundred-foot-high mountains rose from the ground. They were neatly arranged in a line, forming an indestructible ten-layer defense.

On the surface of each layer of the mountain, there was a group of golden Sanskrit characters flowing. Looking closely, the image of a gilded Buddha lamp was reflected in the middle of the Sanskrit characters, and the jumping lights ignited the unyielding life.

The ten-layer mountain is also the fire of the ten-layer soul, which is also the most powerful defense that the hundred-foot rock Buddha can do at the moment.

The next moment, the power of the arrow shot by Zhan Yunfei arrived as expected.

"Boom boom boom boom... boom boom boom boom..."

The ten-layer mountain, which seemed powerful, was like a mourning cloth at this moment, and collapsed one after another under the attack of the colorful arrows.

The mountain was exploded into countless small pieces, thrown into the sky, and scattered one after another, which was the stone man's tears.

Not long ago, Zhan Yunfei's state of mind evolved into a perfect ice soul state of mind, and his body of work reached a higher level. The power of this arrow shot by the Qimu bow is not much different from the legendary Confucian saint's attack.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the arms of Baizhang Rock Buddha that protected his face were shot with a huge hole by the power of the arrow. The colorful arrow flew around, squeaking, and only paused slightly, and the next moment it landed accurately at the center of Baizhang Rock Buddha's eyebrows.

Puff!

The colorful arrow broke through the hole.

There was a dark hole at the center of Baizhang Rock Buddha's eyebrows, his arms drooped weakly, and the gold in his eyes completely faded, dark and dead.

The surface of Baizhang Rock Buddha's body seemed to be attacked by a divine hammer, turning into large and small rocks that continued to collapse. At the same time, the surface of his natal soul lamp in the purple mansion space was also full of cracks, and the light was swaying and shaky.

With a crash, the tall body of Baizhang Rock Buddha finally turned into a pile of rubble.

A moment later, in the pile of rubble, the body of Qingyan Monk stood up tremblingly.

At this moment, his upper body was naked, blood vessels bursting on the surface of his skin, and the whole person looked like a bloody man. But his eyes regained the clarity that a Buddhist should have.

"Thank you for the help of this little donor opposite. I, Qingyan Monk, will no longer be shackled by others." Qingyan Monk said sincerely, with his hands clasped together.

"Master, there is no need to be polite. It is the shadow people who are behind the scenes. After this disaster, it may not be impossible to start again." Zhan Yunfei said.

"My life soul fire has been burned out. Why should I live a few more days?" Qingyan Monk said firmly.

At this moment, the light of the life Buddha lamp enshrined in the purple mansion space in Qingyan Monk's body has only the size of a grain of rice. The days when he was used as a ghost slave by the Thousand Faces Ghost were his indelible shame.

After the words fell, Qingyan Monk looked up at the sky, neither happy nor sad. He seemed to see his two junior brothers, Jin Tongzi and Huomei Tou Tuo, waiting for him in another world.

Qingyan Monk flipped his palm and suddenly slapped his heart.

With a bulge, his chest collapsed, and his already seriously injured heart veins were broken. A light and spiritual aura overflowed from the top of Qingyan Monk's head, and disappeared into the void in an instant. The body of Qingyan Monk turned into a stone with sharp edges and corners, standing against the sky and the earth.

Zhan Yunfei, who was in the sky, retracted the Xuanbing technique and fell back to the ground. The pair of ice wings behind him disappeared quickly as if they melted in the water. Qi Mugong was also carefully put back into his storage bag.

Even with his current powerful cultivation, he would not be able to activate Qi Mugong again in a short time.

Seeing the big monk on the opposite side fall, Zhan Yunfei couldn't help but sigh: "It's really a controlled slave body. The murderer hidden behind him actually has such means. It's really a terrible existence."

Thinking of this, Zhan Yunfei, who originally had an icy aura, couldn't help but shudder.

"Big monk, I'm sorry." Looking at the rock that the body of Qingyan Monk on the opposite side turned into, Zhan Yunfei clasped his fists and said.

"If the shadow is not eliminated, I don't know how many innocent monks in the Northern Territory will be framed like this great monk. After some delay, I'd better find Xu Yang, Liu Haiyu and others as soon as possible to work together to stop the next conspiracy of the shadow."

After seeing the ability of the previous shadow master and encountering the obstruction of the Thousand Faces Ghost, Zhan Yunfei had a rough judgment on the combat power of the Shadow Organization. This is a huge and terrifying organization, and he can't deal with it alone.

After identifying the direction, Zhan Yunfei turned and left.

Just after taking a few steps, Zhan Yunfei's footsteps paused, and he glanced at the corner of his eyes, as if he found something.

Turning around and looking, as far as his eyes can see, a black ghost flag about ten feet high has appeared on an open space.

The surface of the ghost flag moves without wind, like a black strange bird from hell, emitting ghost fog from time to time.

"You are the guy who cast the enslavement spell to control the Qingyan monk. Since you are here, why do you hide in the ghost flag in a sneaky way?" Zhan Yunfei said coldly.

After the words fell, he turned his wrist and took the Ice Soul Sword in his hand.

The ghost flag was silent, and a green spiritual light spit out from its surface. When the green light was reduced, a person appeared on the open ground.

This person turned out to be a young woman, tall, with deep eye sockets, big eyes, and a full forehead. The woman was wearing a light green tight-fitting dress, outlining the large waves on her chest. On the woman's slender neck, there was a unique and eye-catching silver ornament, which was quite exotic.

At this time, the ghost flag spoke: "Duanmu Ling, help me capture the boy named Zhan Yunfei on the opposite side. I want him to be my ghost slave. Just now, my other ghost slave Qingyan Monk was destroyed by him. I was also accidentally injured and need to rest in the ghost flag."

"Master, please rest assured, leave this matter to me." The exotic woman replied respectfully.

There was no more sound on the surface of the ghost flag, but it spit out a ball of black ghost mist. When the ghost mist dissipated, the black ghost flag disappeared.

The foreign woman looked at the place where the ghost flag disappeared, then turned to look at Zhan Yunfei opposite, and after looking him up and down, she said loudly: "Zhan Yunfei, you are really a handsome young man with a cold face. It really makes people feel a little moved. No wonder the master wants to capture you as a ghost slave."

After speaking, the foreign woman chuckled.

Zhan Yunfei glanced at the foreign woman opposite and said expressionlessly: "You are also one of the ghost slaves of the ghost flag master. I think you are different from the Qingyan monk just now. Your mind is completely free. Why are you willing to be enslaved by others?"

"What slave or not, I just like it. One day, my soul power will exceed that of the current master, and I can become the new master of the Seven Evil Ghost Flag. At that time, the other people in the ghost flag will be my ghost slaves. What do you think, sister, should I capture you to play with me?" The foreign woman said as she took two steps forward.

The foreign woman's words were like a sharp knife across his neck, which made Zhan Yunfei extremely disgusted.

"Stop." Zhan Yunfei pointed the Ice Soul Sword in his hand at the foreign woman opposite him and scolded.

The foreign woman heard the words, but she did not stop, and said in a delicate voice: "Hey, Master Zhan, are you afraid of me? I know you just fought a big battle, and I am afraid that only 50% of your strength is left. But, sister, I like to take advantage of others. I forgot to tell you that I am also an evil cultivator on the evil cultivator list."

After the words fell, the figure of the foreign woman disappeared from the spot like a ghost.

The next moment, on the ground behind Zhan Yunfei, a green spiritual light drilled out of the ground like a venomous snake, and turned into the body of the foreign woman in an instant.

Without stopping for a moment, the foreign woman grabbed with one hand, and the sharp five fingers were just a few feet away from Zhan Yunfei's back in the blink of an eye.