Chapter 490.

Chapter 490.

The first nail seals the heart, blocking qi and blood transportation. The second nail pierces the Hundred Meetings point, sealing the Heavenly Gate and blocking the transportation of Qi.

Xu Qi’an’s qi and blood and qi were blocked at the same time, and his cultivation was sealed.

The deadliest thing was that these golden nails engraved with Buddhist texts seemed to have special damage to Shenshu, and when two nails entered his body, Shenshu lost his voice.

He’s sealed.

Without warning, whether it was Xu Qi’an or Shenshu, neither of them received a danger warning in the face of the white-robed warlock’s sneak attack.

Despite being heavily injured and slipping in various aspects of their status, this was simply ridiculous for their current cultivation level.

But the white warlock just did it.

The white-robed warlock held the remaining seven nails between his fingertips, and instead of rushing into action, he looked to the Stargazer’s side of the building, to Saren Agu and the Supervisor on the Eight Trigrams platform.

The white-clothed warlock let out a light laugh, ”The colorless bead of the Buddhist sect, it is indeed good, without it, I am not really sure how to teleport to you without a sound and without being discovered by you and the demonic monk.

“In order to deal with him, the Buddha Sect has laid down blood.”

In his palm was a Buddha bead that had been reduced to pieces.

He, he is the first generation of Supervisor Saren Agu is also in the capital, together with the current generation of Supervisors, the grandchildren will be all together . Xu Qi’an’s heart slowly sank.

All gifts are marked up with a price in the dark.

Now the debt collectors are coming.

The two nails entered the body, the qi and blood were blocked, the qi was solidified, and it was difficult to move the hands and feet.

He couldn’t do anything except still think.

Xu Qi’an’s eyeballs kept rotating, only to see that at the top of the Stargazer Building, the sky, which had already dispersed, was suddenly cloudy, with a thick lightning bolt striking down, and a clear light raging across the sky.

The white-robed warlock withdrew his gaze, glanced at Xu Qi’an, and said:

“The capital is his territory, but Saren Agu has at least lived for thousands of years and has a deep heritage, so it won’t be hard to block him if we do our best. On Luo Yuheng’s side, there’s the Earth Sect Dao Head to stop him.

“The only one who can save you is Zhao Shou. However, a great Confucian of the third rank is a bit short.”

This white-clothed warlock’s face was blurred, as if a mosaic had been applied, making it impossible for Xu Qi’an to see his true appearance, but listening to the tone, it was leisurely and calm, permeated with the undercurrent that everything was under control.

Zhen Guo Sword, save me. Xu Qi’an cried out furiously in his heart.

The Zhen Guo Sword buzzed and vibrated, emitting infinite sword intent.

However, the white-robed warlock casually wiped his hand, and the brass sword fell silent, and the Zhen Guo Sword was briefly sealed.

“The Absolute Divine Soldier is baptized by six hundred years of qi, and it’s a big killer for high quality of ordinary systems. But to a warlock who manipulates qi and specializes in refining weapons and formations, it’s no threat at all.” The white-clothed warlock spoke in a calm tone.

Saying that, he took the Ru Sheng carving knife from Xu Qi’an’s hand again, and the carving knife trembled, and the clear light overflowed from his fingertips, but it couldn’t hurt him in the slightest.

Not long after, the Confucian Sage Carving Knife also calmed down and sealed briefly.

“This carving knife, ah, still has to be in the hands of a Confucian in order to utilize its true power. Otherwise, any supreme divine weapon, without the master’s enchantment, is just like a floating duckweed that can’t be used all the time, and needs to be warmed up for a while every time it runs out of power. This is the kind of trivia that only warlocks understand, so learn more.”

He spoke without a hitch, saying that Xu Qi’an’s face turned white and her heart was filled with anxiety.

Phew!

At that moment, the matchless blade light rose up against the sky and chopped at the white-clothed warlock.

With a smooth hand, he gripped the Taiping Sword in his hand and shook his head with slight disappointment, “Once a divine weapon chooses its owner, it will only recognize the owner and will not be of much use to the next person.”

The clear light in the white-clothed warlock’s palm lit up, and layers of it were added to the Taiping Blade, and soon, the chirping and trembling blade settled down and the Taiping Blade was sealed.

Throwing it casually, the Taiping Blade landed at the entrance of the city that had collapsed into ruins.

Nailed to the ground.

“Any more tactics? If not, I’m going to take you away.” The white-robed warlock said.

At this time, Xu Qi’an realized that he could speak, and he tried, “The qi on my body, you hid it?”

Without answering, the white-robed warlock pressed one hand on his shoulder and teleported away with a flash of his body.

Xu Qi’an’s eyes blurred as the scenery blurred, and in the next second, he realized that he was in the countryside, with rolling barren fields on his left, a small lake on his right, and mountains gathering in the distance.

Where is this place?

The warlock’s teleportation was half-hearted, and he had no idea where he was now.

“Teleportation is forbidden here!”

In the mellow and low voice, a silhouette protruded out in front, wearing a Yasheng Confucian crown on his head, wearing an old Confucian shirt, and his hair, which had originally been sparingly dressed, was now tied up in the Confucian crown in a regular manner.

Dean Zhao Shou!

“Physical contact is prohibited.”

His tone was calm, but the words he spoke contained a law that was irresistible.

A clear light forcibly separated the white-clothed warlock and Xu Qi’an.

Relying on the Sub-Sage Confucian Crown, Zhao Shou had forcibly elevated himself to the second grade.

After separating the white-robed warlocks, he waved his sleeve, “Retreat a hundred miles.”

The white-clothed warlock with a blurred face disappeared instantly.

“Got, saved? Didn’t we say we couldn’t teleport? Confucianism is really a big rascal .”

Xu Qi’an was so relieved that he nearly jumped into Zhao Shou’s arms and called out to his father.

But the next moment, Xu Qi’an saw the white-clothed warlock appear at his side and laugh:

“That’s right, the chi in you was implanted in you by me to conceal it from the Supervisor.”

Xu Qi’an froze for a moment, “How did you get back?”

The white warlock laughed, “Walking back.”

As he spoke, a bagua formation lit up under Xu Qi’an’s feet, and the white-clothed warlock’s feet happened to be stepping on the wind gate.

? Xu Qi’an looked at him blankly, her heart sinking once again.

Zhao Shou didn’t change his face and said leisurely, “Drawing the ground for a prison!”

A clear light descended from the sky, enveloping dozens of miles of land in a radius, completely isolating it from the outside world; there was one world in the cage, and another world outside the cage.

He’s stalling for time, waiting for the supervisor to arrive.

The white-robed warlock laughed, “Then I’ll play with you.”

As he stepped down, a formation pattern was created out of thin air, enveloping Zhao Shou.

These formations were different from each other, there were interwoven thunder light ones, there were those surrounded by mist, there were those with sharp aura, and there were those with flames blazing, yet they were perfectly blended into a single formation.

They appeared at Zhao Shou’s feet at the same time and combined their efforts to strangle.

The Confucian crown on Zhao Shou’s head descended with clear light, and his Vast Qi protected his body as he raised his finger and carved a Buddhist text in the void.

The Buddhist text merged into his body, and all of a sudden, a bit of golden paint blossomed as the Vajra Divine Power protected him.

The Vast Qi and Vajra Divine Power protected him tightly.

For Confucian high grade powerhouses, if I’ve seen it, I can whore it out.

In this wave, Zhao Shoubai whored out Xu Qi’an’s Vajra Undefeated.

Then, Zhao Shou mimicked the white-clothed warlock and stomped down, layers of formations were born from underneath him, spreading rapidly to encompass the white-clothed warlock.

However, the white-robed warlock merely waved his sleeve and swept away the formation that Zhao Shou had cast.

How could a formation against a warlock possibly work?    The white-clothed warlock methodically took off the incense pouch on his waist, and all of a sudden, a single spell flew out like it was no money.

A rack of artillery was arranged, a bed crossbow landed on the ground, and a handful of magic artifact cannons and military crossbows floated in the air, their centers of accuracy, all aiming at Zhao Shou.

A sword that cut iron like mud broke through the air and traveled.

In addition, there are other strange and weird effects, such as the rope for binding, such as the bronze mirror to deter the spirit, such as the bronze bell for sealing.

Really fucking fancy ah, compared to the martial arts can only be described as coarse Witnessing the battle between the Confucian high grade and the Warlock high grade, Xu Qi An was overwhelmed with emotion.

Amidst the roar of the artillery, the white-robed warlock pinched up a nail and stabbed it into Xu Qi’an’s dantian.

Xu Qi’an’s small abdomen was in severe pain, and he was drenched in cold sweat as he forced himself to endure the pain:

“Why did you give me your chi?”

The white-clad warlock didn’t reply, pinching up a nail again.

Xu Qi’an’s heart flinched, subconsciously wanting to retreat, but his body was unable to move, “The tax and silver case was led by you, with the aim of getting me out of the capital in a ‘reasonable’ manner?”

The white-clad warlock laughed, “You guessed right.”

“But I can’t guess why you need to take me out of the capital on the grounds of the tax and silver case, with your means and ability, even if there is a supervisor sitting in the capital, you are equally capable of taking me out of the capital.”

Xu Qi’an stared at him, trying to see through the “mosaic” and observe his expression.

The white-robed warlock stroked his head, his voice gentle, like an elder talking to a younger generation:

“Aren’t you Dafeng’s crime-solving wizard, and you haven’t found it out even after being given so much time?”

I’ll check your mom’s ass Xu Qi’an nearly exploded into foul language, he held back and tried to stall for time as he said, “When it comes to Yunzhou, you’re the one who’s helping me, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh!”

The white-clad warlock replied succinctly.

“You’re helping me not because you’re giving me gifts, but because Yunzhou is Xuzhou, the home base of your lineage, right?”

Xu Qi’an spoke without shock.

“Not so dumb.”

The white-robed warlock’s tone remained calm as he pinched the nail and stabbed it into Xu Qi’an’s chest’s upper dantian, saying, “How did you guess?”

Xu Qi’an’s face went white, massive beads of sweat seeping out from his forehead, his tone slightly weak:

“Because Yunzhou’s location is just too good; it has the sea at its back, so even if your uprising fails, you’ll still be able to take a boat far overseas. And why is it Yunzhou and not other states facing the sea? Because Yunzhou is rich in material resources, and in terms of grain production, it is second only to Yuzhou and Zhangzhou, which are known as the ‘granaries of the Dafeng’.

“In terms of iron ore, medicinal herbs, and other mountain treasures, Yunzhou is second only to the 100,000 mountains of the southern border. In addition, the local banditry is rampant, which is the best cover for your troops.

“The Witch God Cult also has its eye on this place, so it has been secretly plotting all these years. Fostering mountain bandits, colluding with the Qi Party, and channeling military supplies. This offends your interests.

“So you borrowed Duke Wei’s hand and my hand to uproot the Witch God Cult. This will not expose you, but will also clear out the forces of the Witch God Cult.

“Above, if my guesses are correct, then Yunzhou Capital Commander Yang Chuannan is actually one of yours, right?”

The white-robed warlock gently applauded, unable to see his face, but his smile was full of smiles, “It’s all guessed, what else have you guessed, why don’t you say it, I’ll give you the chance to stall for time.”

“It’s a pity that I woke up too late.” Xu Qi’an shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The reason why he was able to quickly pinpoint Yunzhou Prefect Song Changsu as the real culprit behind the scene that day was all because he caught the crippled Liang Youping, who was sent by the white-clothed magician.

And Liang Youping is Li Miaozhen’s best friend, Yunzhou Commander Yang Chuannan uncovered.

Yunzhou is a very strange place, obviously very rich, but banditry is rampant and the people live in hardship. Not to mention Xu Qi’an, on that day, even Zhu Guangxiao called it unreasonable.

After summoning Ji Qian’s soul in Jianzhou and asking the spirit, Xu Qi’an had been wondering where exactly Xuzhou was.

At that time, for a long time, he didn’t figure it out, knowing that later on, when he found out everything, he came to his senses.

“Back in Yunzhou, why didn’t you draw my qi?”

“Didn’t you see it.” The white-clad warlock raised the nail in his hand and said:

“The sealing object underneath Sang Po is inside you, and I must face him if I want to draw out the qi inside you.

“This demonic monk is not an ordinary character, and even I was unable to seal him. So I traveled to the West and told the Buddhist Sect that Shenshu was in your body.

“They were very quick to lend me the Supreme Treasure Demon Sealing Nail.”

No wonder he was able to easily break my Vajra Divine Power and easily seal Shenshu, sure enough, only monks can deal with monks . Xu Qi’an relieved the despair in his heart by spitting, saying:

“Why didn’t you borrow it sooner or later, but waited until this time?”

The white-clothed warlock’s tone carried a leisurely and smiling tone, “Of course it’s waiting for Wei Yuan to die in battle, for your dragon vein to dissipate, and for you to kill Jeanne d’Arc.”

Xu Qi’an narrowed his eyes, “How do you know that Yuan Jing is Jeanne d’Arc?”

The white-clad warlock asked rhetorically, “Guess.”

Not waiting for Xu Qi’an to speak, he continued, ”If Wei Yuan does not die, not only will the Witch God Cult have trouble sleeping and eating, I will also have trouble sleeping and eating. If the Da Feng Military God doesn’t die, who would dare to start a rebellion? Now that the dragon vein has been dispersed, the Central Plains will surely be in chaos, and this is the perfect opportunity to rise up.

“It’s also the best time for me to get my chi back.”

As he spoke, another golden nail pierced into Xu Qi’an’s large cone.

Xu Qi’an stifled a grunt and nearly fainted as the five nails in his body resonated, eroding his vitality and further sealing his cultivation, as well as further sealing the Divine Distinction.

He was in a terrible state, after killing Jeanne d’Arc, twice in Jade, and in a state of serious injury himself.

Now that he had been stabbed in the torso with a Demon Sealing Nail by the Primordial Superintendent, he had, in a rare way, the kind of weakness he had felt in his previous life after staying up all night, the kind of weakness that could lead to sudden death at any time.

“Back then, how did you escape the siege of Emperor Wuzong, the Buddhist Bodhisattvas, and the contemporary Supervisors?” Xu Qi’an didn’t forget the original purpose of stalling for time.

The white-robed magician glanced at Zhao Shou in the distance, opened his scented pouch once again, summoned a piece of magic weapon, and top-quality magic weapons whistled out like no money, replenishing the “strength”.

At the same time, he stomped his foot once again, spreading out a formation that could borrow the power of heaven and earth to encompass Zhao Shou.

Dean Zhao Shou himself is the third product of the great circle, and has the saint of the Confucian crown to enhance, will not be weaker than the second product is worthy of the first generation of the Supervisor, I am afraid that the distance from the first product, only one line . Xu Qi An became desperate again.

Once again holding Zhao Shou back, the white-robed warlock pinched up the nail and poured in clear light while saying:

“How can it be that easy to kill a First Grade?”

The sixth nail, inserted into the natal point of the hindquarters.

“He’s still resisting, worthy of being a demonic monk that gives even the Buddhist Sect a headache. Once I’ve completely sealed him, I’ll set up a formation to retrieve the qi. By then, you might die.”

“I’m blessed with good fortune, and you’re harming my life, aren’t you afraid of the backlash of my good fortune?”

Xu Qi’an’s face was pale, not with fear, but with weakness.

“The Supervisor doesn’t dare to touch Jeanne d’Arc because he is the Supervisor of the Daebong. Five hundred years ago, he relied on this very lineage of the imperial family to become a first rank. Killing the emperor is equivalent to destroying his own foundation. The qi in you also comes from this lineage.

“If I kill you, I won’t destroy my own foundation, only the backlash that I need to endure, and, for some reason, this backlash is even lighter than if an unusual high grade were to deal with you.”

The white warlock laughed.

“What are certain reasons that have to do with the fact that you hid your qi in me back then?” Xu Qi’an narrowed his eyes.

The white-robed warlock replied, “Do you know why the Supervisor betrayed me in his prime? And why I fell from the first rank to the second?”

Xu Qi’an shook his head.

The white-robed warlock said, “If you know what the first and second grades of the warlock system are called, there are many things that you will be able to figure out on your own.”

The seventh nail, stabbed into Xu Qi’an’s center point.

Blood and sweat mixed, staining the ragged green shirt, and he was silent for a moment, nodding:

“I do wonder about the truth of the Supervisor’s matricide.”