Volume 1 Chapter 231 The World in the Palm of Your Hand

Chapter 231: The World in the Palm

After someone reminded him, he sent out a sound transmission note but received no response, and then he realized that he had been murdered, and he became even more angry. However, he had to re-evaluate the strength of Zhang Pa and others, and did not dare to act rashly.

It was not that the big bearded man was not smart or vigilant, but his inherent thinking over the years made him think that a Yuanying cultivator would definitely win against a Jindan cultivator, not to mention that they were four Yuanying masters. Even if it was said that a Yuanying cultivator could not beat a Jindan cultivator, it would be no problem for me to escape, so he did not expect that there would be an accident with the three of them in the afternoon.

Zhang Tianfang was being shameless: "Which eye did you see us kill people?" In fact, he did not know whether the robbers mentioned by Cheng Xier were related to the big bearded man.

The skinny middle-aged man next to the big bearded man whispered another word, and walked out with a nine-ring broadsword, clasped his fists to Zhang Pa and said: "No matter what, you killed my senior brother Wu Tong, and this revenge must be avenged. Please give me some advice, fellow Taoist." He felt that something was wrong and did not dare to be arrogant. He slowly crossed the nine-ring broadsword across his chest and looked at Zhang Pa coldly.

The blade of the Nine-Ring Knife was snow-white, with a sharp edge. On the back of the knife, nine fist-sized rings were lined up one after another.

Zhang Tianfang smiled and said, "I like people who play with knives." He walked to the middle-aged man with the ghost knife, took a look at the Nine-Ring Knife and said, "It's bigger than mine. See if it's powerful?"

The thin middle-aged man originally planned to entangle Zhang Pa and let his fellow apprentices launch an attack on the others, preparing to wipe out the forty people in front of him in one fell swoop. Unexpectedly, there was an extra Zhang Tianfang, and he couldn't help but hesitate: I am a Yuanying cultivator, and he is a high-level Jindan cultivator. How dare he fight me fearlessly? He looked at the little monk next to Zhang Pa again, wondering if he was a Buddhist. If he was a Buddhist, he might change. He turned his head and gave the big bearded man a look, meaning that the plan had changed, so he would talk about it later. Then he laughed loudly, "The hands on the killing field are merciless, little brother, be careful."

After speaking, his right hand trembled, and the nine rings on the knife body collided like waves, making a crisp sound, and ding-dong-dong sounded. Everyone thought it was strange. The nine rings should have made some noise when they collided. Why did it keep on making noises? Just as their curiosity was aroused, the sound of the rings colliding became louder and louder, with high and low, fast and slow, forming a strange music.

The blade did not move, but the rings jumped and collided. The music was strange and continuous. Everyone frowned and felt a nausea emanating from their bones. The crisp sound of ding-dong can make people feel sick. It is indeed a skill.

Zhang Tianfang felt uncomfortable and swung his knife with his backhand. A black line flew away from the edge of the blade and attacked the nine-ring knife. Seeing that the black line was about to sink into the snow-white blade, it bounced back violently as if it hit a wall. Zhang Pa was startled by this change. He quickly swung the ghost knife and retracted the black line into the blade. He looked carefully at the front of the nine-ring knife. There was nothing in the air. It should be the sound wall formed by the sound of the rings colliding.

An invisible wall that the ghost knife could not cut? Zhang Pa frowned. What should he do? After two more slashes, one horizontal and one vertical, the two black lines bounced back in front of the invisible wall again. Zhang Tianfang, who had retracted the black lines, shouted to Zhang Pa: "What if we can't cut it?"

Just after he finished shouting, the nine-ring knife in the middle-aged thin man's hand trembled again, and the sound of the collision changed again. The originally high and low music suddenly became low, gently drifting into the ears, but hitting the heart heavily, making people feel depressed and heavy.

At this time, the dozen people with the middle-aged thin man slowly retreated without making a sound, quietly casting protective spells and soundproof barriers on themselves. Zhang Pa saw something wrong and shouted: "Be careful." He pinched the magic formula in his hand, and a series of forbidden spells were stacked in front of him.

The sound of the nine rings of the nine-ring knife hitting each other became more and more weird, and the jingle disappeared and turned into a humming sound, like a ghost wind blowing the world, but it tightly grasped everyone's heart, making you have to listen, and you can't not listen, and it's impossible to abandon isolation.

The young monk Bukong had a cold and solemn face, and rarely showed a nervous expression. When others were trying to avoid and find ways to resist, he slowly stepped forward, walked to Zhang Tianfang step by step, and smiled at him: "It's okay." He put his hands together, slightly bent his palms, and pressed his ten fingers together, creating a peach-shaped space between his hands. Bukong closed his eyes, raised his hands to his mouth, and whispered: "Amitabha." The sound was sent into the peach-shaped space in his hands, and the space changed immediately. The colorless space became colorful and rolled back and forth between his hands.

The sound of the Nine Ring Knife also changed. The low and deep sound was transmitted to the heart and brain through the human senses, and it was like countless thin threads tying up everyone's hearts and spiritual consciousness. Slowly, the sound became faster, and countless invisible clues began to jump up and down, pulling everyone's heartbeats to accelerate together.

At this point, everyone understood that the Nine Ring Knife was a cover, and the nine rings on the blade were the real attacking magic weapon. The sound controlled the opponent's heartbeat, slowly speeding up the heartbeat until it could not bear it and burst with a bang, and of course the person died.

Zhang Tianfang was furious: "You grandson dared to plot against me." But he could only open his mouth and could not hear any sound.

The sound of the nine rings colliding became lower and lower, but also more and more violent, causing everyone's heart to pound wildly, as if it was about to jump out of their throats. At this moment, the nine rings flew out of the knife, jumped into the air and collided with each other. A clear and high pitch suddenly burst out from the low music, and a loud clang sounded in everyone's ears and in everyone's hearts, making people feel as if their hearts were about to explode. It was as uncomfortable as it could be. Some of the girls had already fallen to the ground in pain. Zhang Pa and Fang Jianju looked solemn, not to mention Zhang Tianfang, whose mouth was bleeding and his eyes were dull.

Only the young monk still had a stern face and closed his eyes, and he gently uttered four words: "The world in the palm of your hand." A whirlwind suddenly blew up in the peach-shaped space formed by his hands, stirring the colorful light to form a vortex. The vortex turned more and more, sucking the colorful space into the vortex. Bukong loosened his hands, and his palms rushed up and spread out in front of him. The vortex turned wildly above his palms, and then he saw the space between him and the skinny middle-aged man change. The vortex turned, as if it wanted to suck in the space in front of him, causing countless ripples in the air. The originally invisible world was now shattered like crystal.

Everyone was surprised, and only then did they realize that the low and strange music emitted by the Nine Ring Knife could no longer be heard, and the vortex could actually absorb sound.

Now it was the turn of the skinny middle-aged man to be nervous. He controlled the rings to hit violently in the air, but he could no longer make any sound. Bukong whispered: "Break." The vortex flew to the rings and twisted violently, and the nine rings were shattered into powder at the same time. The magic weapon connected to the heart, and the middle-aged man was mentally injured and fell unconscious.

Bukong looked at him calmly, turned his palms, and shouted: "Disperse." The vortex in the air made a slight sound, and then dissipated without a trace.

Zhang Tianfang looked at the middle-aged man in a coma, then looked at Bukong, nodded and said: "This trick is good, teach it to me."