Whether it is resentment or obsession, it is all mental power.
The spiritual psychic power of practitioners who practice supernatural powers is many times stronger than that of ordinary people. If you get some powerful means to support your spiritual psychic power, you can save some memories even if you turn into evil things. Zhuang Ruyu, who turned into evil things in the City God Temple that day, is the best example.
But this old man could not induce evil energy into his body. The evil energy that poured into his body was too powerful, and his spiritual memory was suddenly destroyed, leaving only some resentment.
The resentment towards Lan Yufeng that made him defeat him manifested in the aura around him after he turned into an evil spirit.
But even if Lan Yufeng is in front of him now, he can't recognize her.
This evil spirit now has the most intuitive reaction to the nature of the vitality of the heaven and earth in the body.
The bright sunlight made him extremely uncomfortable, and the yang energy on the living people around him also made him uncomfortable.
There was a bang.
A ball of black gas exploded above his head, and the black gas instantly turned into a mushroom-shaped black umbrella, covering the top of his head.
Swish!
At the same time, a low hissing sound of air surging sharply in his hands, and the rolling energy formed a spear in his hands.
Although this old man had already looked like a shriveled date before his evil transformation, he was a powerful general who charged into battle when he was young, and his best skills were guns.
Now he has turned into a huge evil thing, and the spear he has transformed into is terrifyingly thick, and the barrel of the gun is like a pitch-black beam.
He Huoluo frowned.
Although he was not afraid, he felt that the power of this evil spirit was no less than that of the magical power formation that hurt him.
His tactics are about fighting head-on, but the power of the evil spirit is not something he can handle at the moment.
At this time, Luang Po compared him.
He Huoluo did not know sign language, but he easily understood this comparison, so he asked him to snatch the wind outside and not let someone come over to feed the evil spirit.
This level of evil spirit is like a vortex of magical powers. Every time a practitioner is killed, he will devour the practitioner's vitality, as if he has taken a dose of tonic.
He Huoluo knew that Luang Po was better than him, so he turned around and left, but he still felt a little incredible.
Such an evil spirit contains so many evil spirits, and it seems that it is not the ability of a single practitioner to compete with.
At this time, the strong wind suddenly roared, and he kept turning his head to look. He saw that a giant object one head taller than Xiaomiao had waved his spear and smashed it at Luang Po in front of his head.
The gun is a stick-like move, which is also a common trick used by generals on the battlefield. At this time, the spear is too large, and this trick gives people an extremely terrifying feeling when used.
He Huoluo suddenly narrowed his eyes.
Even so, he still couldn't see Luang Po's movements clearly. He saw some crystal shadows appearing in front of Luang Po, as if the air was pressed and cut.
Then, he saw some sword lights.
Those sword lights are not transformed by true qi, but the real blade passing through the air. They are cut out, retracted, slashed out, and then retracted, leaving the light marks left between the slashes.
The spear was not as dull as it was at all. The sword lights were like the spring breeze blew, but a lot of powder suddenly appeared on the spear's body. Then, starting from the spear's head, it continued to split and pieces continued to fall.
Just as a solid wall suddenly lost all the mortar used to bond, it suddenly collapsed into pieces of bricks.
He Huoluo was a little shocked.
He didn't feel much impact of force. The sword lights cut the spear, as if they were just chopping the mortar that was already unsolid in the wall.
It seems that those gaps existed originally.
The evil spirit turned into by the old man was also a little confused.
It does not have complete consciousness, but only has an instinctive understanding of vital energy.
It was also a little incomprehensible at this time, why its power and a lot of vitality suddenly disappeared?
It is not controlled by it and disappears inexplicably, and for it, it is gone.
But at this time, the knife came again.
He Huoluo walked out of the small temple. At this time, he found that Luang Po might have been worried. Under this magical power, although he had seen some practitioners in the distance, those practitioners did not dare to approach, let alone feed them to this evil spirit as food.
When his eyes fell on the evil spirit again, he saw that the evil spirit's left leg had broken.
The figure of Luang Po who was more flexible than a raccoon cat was just below the evil spirit's left leg.
He Huoluo found that her chop was a real chop, not a knife energy condensed by the true qi, or a vital energy involved in magical powers condensed into a knife evil. She should have just taken a quick and sharp knife and rushed forward to chop.
The evil spirit's left leg was divided into more than a dozen pieces, which fell down and turned into a dirty airflow.
The body of this evil spirit is very strange. It is a strange thing formed by the vital energy after the flesh and blood mutates. Sometimes it seems very heavy. But at this time, even if one leg is broken, the evil spirit seems to have no obstacles and still stands well.
It's just that it's a little confused.
It has a kind of intuition that as long as the energy power condensed hits the person, it will immediately collapse and disappear.
Maybe the power that is condensed is useless?
Or blow her away?
In a daze, an instinctive reaction caused a large amount of cold wind to flow out from the broken mouth of its left leg.
The broken left leg seemed to have turned into a huge air outlet.
The strong cold wind instantly flattened the broken walls of the temple to the ground.
As the flying sand and rocks were flying, He Huoluo narrowed his eyes. He saw that Luang Po was blown out like a piece of paper.
But when the strong wind stopped, Luang Po rushed towards the evil spirit again.
He Huoluo swallowed hard.
At this time, he thought of fighting with Gu Shiwu's mother again.
Luang Po's fighting style is very similar to Gu Shiwu's mother's fighting style.
When you are strong, I will let you be strong, and I will follow your strength and you will not be able to hit me at all.
When you stop hitting me, I will come and hit you.
He was sure that if Luang Pu had fought with him with all his might, he would probably not be able to get to Luang Pu's side at all.
He Huoluo naturally knew that both of them were eighth grades, and there were also differences.
But the gap between people like Luang Po and Gu Shiwu's mother and other eighth grades seems to be not a little bigger.
At this time, the evil spirit in the temple had already grown out.
But it soon discovered that the knife light passed by, its right leg disappeared again.
Its confusion was even more serious.
Everyone wants to kill it. As long as it is not a yin object, it is a living thing that emits yang energy, it wants to kill it.
However, at this time it found that no one could kill.
With this old woman here, she can't even get out of this temple.
It had no idea how to deal with this old woman.
When I thought about it this way, it had become shorter.
Its first grown left leg was chopped into pieces again.
Its butt was directly pressed on the ground, turning into a legless evil spirit.
It is useless to sit on the ground. The magical power array has long been destroyed. Unless the yin energy around it can be swept by the power on its body, it will not be able to replenish its power.
At this time, the Vajra of the Protector with golden light appeared in its perception.
The rolling yang energy on the body of this guardian Vajra made it feel burning.
With this Vajra protector watching outside, it can’t escape.
So desperate.
He Huoluo looked at Luang Po, who had just cut off the two legs of the evil spirit, couldn't help but look up at the mushroom-like umbrella above the evil spirit's head, and asked Luang Po, "Why didn't you cut off the umbrella?"
He knew what Luang Pra could do.
After chopping this thing, the sunlight shone directly, and the evil spirit's yin energy dissipated faster.
At this time, Luang Po slowly composes at him.
He still understood it all at once.
Luang Po responded to him, "When Gu Shiwu comes, this evil spirit will be useful to Gu Shiwu's practice."
He Huoluo nodded silently.
When Yin Shiniang's figure had already appeared in his sight, he restrained his energy and disappeared from the nearest alley. Soon he appeared in the secret room that Wang Yehu left for Gu Liubai.
He did not go to see the sixth prince half lying in the corner, but just looked at the "ordinary man" Lan Yufeng and asked seriously, "What is the relationship between you and Gu Shiwu's mother? Why is the sutra of the depravity view in your hands?"
Lan Yufeng's face suddenly turned a little red.
She didn't want to say it very much, but she knew that He Huoluo had always been Gu Shiwu's Taoist protector. Gu Shiwu's mother entrusted Gu Shiwu to him for care. If she didn't answer this question, He Huoluo would not feel at ease.
"You know, my hands and feet have always been unclear." She said with some shame.
He Huoluo shook his head and said, "You are robbing the rich and helping the poor, not that you are not clean."
Lan Yufeng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't you hate me because of this?"
He Huoluo didn't say a word of nonsense, just shook his head and said, "No."
"Then I'll be relieved." Lan Yufeng said, "When I was in the village, I couldn't help but rob the rich and help the poor. The people in the village didn't like me and drove me out of the village. I was lucky. Some individual dealers wanted to sell me to the mountains, but I came from the larger mountains, so when the trafficker left, I stole all his things and ran out of the mountains. The trafficker had a scripture of cultivation. Now I think about it, I guess the trafficker himself wouldn't understand it, otherwise I wouldn't even have no entry into the cultivation. I practiced according to that scripture, but I got some practice methods in the next few years. After thinking about it, I wouldn't be noticed by others when I robbed the rich and helped the poor."
Although He Huoluo looked dull, he was shocked. Gu Shiwu's Aunt Lan seemed ordinary, but without anyone's guidance, he could get started by practicing by himself. It was obviously also a natural genius of cultivation.
Lan Yufeng became more and more embarrassed and said, "But once I failed, I was caught by a powerful official and threw it into a prison. It happened that a thief in the prefecture could not catch me, so she wanted to behead me as the thief. As a result, when I was sleeping in the middle of the night, I found that I was not sleeping in the prison, and I was already sleeping on the roof outside."
He Huoluo's heart moved, "Is Gu Shiwu's mother who saved you?"
Chapter completed!