Chapter 52 Blood Blade and Immobilization Talisman

Wu Yan used his magic power to control the strange blade weapon, which was about an inch in size. Holding it in his left hand, he glanced at Huang Xing with a smile and said, "Deputy Leader Huang, I want to talk to this decapitated man. , please ask those people to retreat twenty feet away."

Huang Xing was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand what Wu Yan meant, he still greeted the people from the Iron Sword Alliance who rushed down the mountain. After some words, he led the suspicious people back more than twenty feet and retreated. We arrived at the halfway point of Xiaogu Mountain.

Wu Yan glanced at the group of people behind the beheaded man, frowned and whispered to the beheaded man who looked confused: "Friend beheaded Daoist, shouldn't you tell them to step back?"

There was a hesitant expression on the beheaded man's face. He didn't quite understand that he didn't know the young man in black clothes in front of him, so what could he have to say to him. Moreover, he was still a little afraid of the young man in black clothes in front of him, because he used the Sky Eye Technique to check Wu Yan and found that he could not see how high the cultivation and magic power of the young man in black clothes in front of him was. This shows that this young man's magical realm is much higher than his.

"Why, why do you want them to step back? The Sa family and Taoist friends have met for the first time. There is nothing to talk about, right? Please also ask the Taoist friends to return the magical weapons of the Sa family. At worst, the Sa family will take them away from this place and never dare to disturb the Taoist friends again. That's it." The beheaded monk muttered, his tone already a bit subdued.

"Haha, that's it. Fellow Daoist Beheading, this is the first time I've seen this magical weapon. I'm a little curious and just want to study it. After the study is completed, I will naturally return it to the fellow Daoist. Moreover, I don't know anything about the immortal cultivator. I am very curious and want to find out about the world of immortality from fellow Taoist. After all, I have never come into contact with other immortals since I started practicing. Naturally, I want to discuss it with you, fellow Taoist." Wu Yan smiled. Explained to the beheaded monk.

The beheaded monk understood this time, frowned, and reluctantly ordered Zhan Wudi and Hu Cangqiong behind him: "You also step back twenty feet. The Sa family wants to have a good chat with this Taoist friend."

Although Zhan Wudi and others were anxious, they did not dare to disobey and behead the man, so they had to retreat more than twenty feet with unwillingness.

The beheaded monk then laughed dryly at Wu Yan and said: "Oh, it turns out that my friend is also a casual cultivator. In this way, he is just like the Sa family. I don't know which cultivator family you belong to. You are a casual cultivator at such a young age. Such a high level of cultivation. The Sa family was born in Shura Temple, and their family teacher was Master Shura. He was originally a disciple of Mi Tuo Mountain in Tianlang County. Later, due to some reasons, he left the sect and returned to Yunzhou to establish Shura Temple. His family teacher was in Yunzhou. He is also a very famous Buddhist cultivator in the world of immortality. You must have heard of him, right?"

This beheaded monk actually shamelessly used the name of his master, who had been dead for nearly a hundred years, to intimidate Wu Yan. Wu Yan was secretly amused. He was hiding next to him just now, but he could hear clearly. The master of the beheaded monk died in the hands of Feng Jiuzhong, and even his three disciples also died in the hands of Feng Jiuzhong. The beheaded monk was the only one who survived by some unknown chance. He also thought that Wu Yan was a young disciple who had just escaped from some immortal cultivating family to play. He had no experience in the world and was easy to coax.

Wu Yan didn't point it out, with an expression of sudden realization on his face. At the same time, he raised his hands and clasped his fists and praised: "Wu Yan, I'm sorry. It turns out that your Taoist master is actually the famous Shura Master. No wonder your Taoist methods are so powerful." Yeah, I admire it, I admire it.”

"It turns out that fellow Taoist is named Wu Yan. It seems that the Sa family has never heard that there is a family of immortal cultivators named Wu in Yunzhou? Is it because the Sa family is ignorant?" The beheaded monk's eyes rolled, and he looked quietly while dealing with Wu Yan's words. Looking at the magic weapon in Wu Yan's hand, he frowned secretly.

Wu Yan also laughed a few times and said: "I am just cultivating alone. It is impossible for my beheaded Taoist friend to have heard of my name. This magic weapon is very interesting. I wonder if it has any name?"

Wu Yan suddenly pinched the handle of the strange blade magic weapon with the thumb and index finger of his right hand, and asked the beheaded monk sideways. While speaking, Wu Yan's left hand inadvertently touched the blade of the strange blade magic weapon. , seemed to be studying it curiously.

The decapitated monk watched Wu Yan holding his magic weapon and touching it here and there. His brows were furrowed. He was afraid that Wu Yan would do anything, so he took the opportunity to erase the magic mark he left on the magic weapon and shouted in a hurry: "Fellow Taoist, stay here! Didn't you promise to return this Blood Blade magic weapon to the Sa family? Could it be that you, Taoist friend, want to take the opportunity to erase the Sa family's mark on the magic weapon?"

Wu Yan's face moved slightly, and he smiled and said: "Where is it? I'm just a little curious. It turns out that this magical weapon is called the Blood Blade. It's really weird. How can such a larger magical weapon change like that after casting a spell? How big is it? Since the decapitated fellow Taoist is afraid that I will corrupt your magical weapon, then okay, I will return it to you, and you will take it."

After Wu Yan finished speaking, he held the Blood Blade magic weapon in his right hand and handed it to the decapitated monk, as if he really planned to return the magic weapon to him.

The decapitated monk was overjoyed when he heard this. He could feel that his magic mark on the magic weapon had not been erased. The beheading monk carefully stared at Wu Yan's expression, fearing that he would regret it. At the same time, he secretly decided that as soon as the magical weapon came into his control, he would use the magical weapon to chop off Wu Yan's head as soon as possible. Although Wu Yan's cultivation power seemed to be much more powerful than his, he didn't believe that Wu Yan could dodge at such a close distance.

The decapitated monk reached out to receive the magic weapon, but inevitably took off the light shield on his body.

Wu Yan really handed the magic weapon to the beheaded monk. The beheaded monk was overjoyed and raised his hand to take the magic weapon. I don’t know whether Wu Yan did it intentionally or unintentionally, but when he handed the magic weapon to the beheaded monk, the blade of the magic weapon accidentally poked the beheaded monk’s finger.

The beheaded monk was shocked, because this had already cut a small cut on his thumb, and a trace of blood flowed out.

The beheaded monk said angrily: "Fellow Daoist Wu, what are you doing?"

Wu Yan laughed dryly: "Haha, sorry, I didn’t hold it firmly, causing you to cut your hand. I have a golden wound ointment that I personally prepared. The hemostasis effect is very good. How about applying some to you?"

The beheaded monk looked embarrassed, but he was very happy in his heart. This kid is really a guy who just debuted. He was fooled by me so easily. Humph, I will take the opportunity to chop off his head with a knife.

"No, no, I can take care of this little wound."

The beheaded monk was just thinking about it, when he suddenly found Wu Yan in front of him, muttering something, and then a yellow light lit up from his left hand.

The beheaded monk was shocked, and after panicking, he actually forgot to sacrifice the talisman for protection, and turned around and ran back. Although he is a cultivator, he is old after all, and his body is not as good as before. Secondly, he does not know Qinggong. In addition, after controlling the Blood Blade and the talisman just now, his mana was too much, and now his mana is a little weak, so he turned around and ran.

However, how can his speed compare with Wu Yan, a master of Qinggong who has practiced Fengyun Step and Hidden Killing Technique? Wu Yan chuckled and twisted his body strangely a few times, sticking to the beheaded monk like a wisp of smoke. After a moment, the spell was finished, Wu Yan put his left hand on the beheaded monk's forehead and shouted: "Fix!"

With a flash of yellow light, the talisman in Wu Yan's hand disappeared. The beheaded monk, who was running forward, was frozen in place at Wu Yan's shout as if he was hit by a spell of immobilization.

Wu Yan smiled and rushed past the beheaded monk, taking the blood blade magic weapon that fell from the beheaded monk's hand in his hand, touching his chin and looking at the beheaded monk who was immobilized by the immobilization talisman.

This immobilization talisman was naturally the one that Feng Yaoshi used to immobilize Wu Yan. After Wu Yan killed Feng Yaoshi, this immobilization talisman naturally belonged to him. In the past six months, Wu Yan has studied how to use this immobilization talisman. After consulting all the books he got from Pharmacist Feng, he learned how to use the immobilization talisman, but this was the first time he actually used it. He was a little unsure whether it would work. But when he saw the immobilization talisman stuck on the headless monk's forehead, his body was as still as a clay sculpture or a wooden sculpture, he was sure that the immobilization talisman was indeed effective.

The headless monk was immobilized by Wu Yan's immobilization talisman, but his five senses were still there, and he shouted in horror: "Fellow Daoist Wu, what are you doing!?"