The old man with a sharp mouth sneered and said, "It depends on whether you have the ability!" Then he took a sip of smoke again, and then spit out black smoke that was larger than before. The black smoke did not form a protective barrier again, but shot towards Zhang Yang in the shape of four bows and arrows.

Zhang Yang would not put such an attack on him, because the golden bell cover would help him block it. Zhang Yang watched the black bow and arrows shoot towards him, but after they came to Zhang Yang's distance of less than one meter, they turned into a flexible and soft long snake shape, and suddenly slowed down, then formed a circle and slowly approached Zhang Yang's body.

Zhang Yang called out "Oh no" in his heart, because this old monster knew the weakness of his golden bell shield. If he was strong, he would be strong. If he was weak, he would be silent at all! So Zhang Yang quickly retreated and tried to cut off these disgusting long black snakes with the flowing blade Ruohuo in his hand. However, they were originally composed of black fog. Even if they were cut off, they could be merged quickly, condensed into a long snake again, and wrapped around Zhang Yang's hands, feet and body.

The golden bell cover did not appear! Zhang Yang cursed "Damn it", and then his whole body was wrapped around long snakes that stretched and thinned. These long ropes that were as tough as nylon ropes made Zhang Yang unable to move all over. His hands and feet were tied, and his center of gravity was unstable, so he fell to the ground.

"Hahaha, that's not possible? I thought you were so capable." The old man with a sharp mouth laughed, and he said disdainfully: "Get up, use your knife to cut me?"

"Stop being proud!" Zhang Yang controlled Liu Ren Ruohuo and flew towards the pointed-mouthed old man, but the black smoke surrounding him formed a barrier again, blocking Liu Ren Ruohuo's attack.

When Zhang Yang saw that this would not work, he had to find a way to break free, otherwise this old monster could really kill him.

Afterwards, he controlled Liubian Ruohuo to return to his side and was about to cut off the black rope on his body. However, before Liubian Ruohuo had flown to him, the old man with sharp mouth once again formed a hollow sphere with black smoke and trapped it inside.

"The weapons are gone, I think you have any other way?" The old man with a sharp mouth said, taking a deep breath of his pipe and spitting out a large ball of black smoke. The black smoke formed the shape of a spear and aimed at Zhang Yang's head. He sneered and said, "After killing you, I can get the reward from the king."

After saying that, the old man with a sharp mouth controlled the spear and was about to stab Zhang Yang's head, but at this moment, a tender voice came from behind him: "Stop!"

The old man pointed to the tip of his hand stopped what he was doing and turned around and found that it was the little monk in the black light array calling him. He turned around and looked sarcastic and asked, "What else can you do?"

"Isn't this stopping you?" the little hooligan smiled and said, "Why are you so obedient, just like a dog."

Hearing this, the expression on the old man's face disappeared. He changed his attention and would rather kill this little devil first. So the old man's spell interrupted by Zhang Yang, but before he could recite a few words, he heard Zhang Yang shouting him from behind: "Stop!"

"What's wrong with you!" the pointed-mouthed old man cursed: "What else can you do? Shut up!"

"Isn't this a stop to you? You're so obedient." Zhang Yangxue's little hooligan laughed in a tone: "What an obedient and good dog, tsk tsk tsk tsk."

I don’t know what the meaning of Zhang Yang and the little hooligan did this, but in short, they successfully angered the anger in the old man with sharp mouth. He stretched out his hands and controlled the black light array and the black spear at the same time, intending to destroy the two of them together.

The black light array began to produce a strong black lightning, gathered on the surface of the barrier, and then hit the little hooligan. The black spear also aimed at Zhang Yang's head and fired at him.

Their lives are at stake. How should they escape when they are helpless?

However, the facts are always unexpected. Just before the black spear was about to hit Zhang Yang's head, a white figure suddenly fell from the sky, knocking Zhang Yang away, directly into the house next to him, and knocking a human-shaped hole into the wall.

This white shadow is the cotton cloud. It appears without Zhang Yang summoning it on his own initiative, which not only surprised the old man with a sharp mouth, but also surprised Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang was able to escape danger, but the little hooligan was not so lucky. The black lightning hit his young body, not only breaking the monk's robe, but also making him so hard that his skin was blooming, blood flowed, and white smoke was emitting all over his body, emitting a burnt odor, and he died on the spot.

Zhang Yang in the ruins saw this scene and his heart skipped a beat. He stared at him with his eyes wide open, unable to believe that this was true.

"Hahaha, you can't stop the power of my black lightning!" Although the old man with a sharp mouth laughed, he did not relax at all. Instead, he still stared at the dead little hooligan's body and murmured: "I want to see when you will wait for it to appear."

But he waited for a long time, and the little hooligan didn't make any noise at all. He felt relieved, then turned around with a smile and said to Zhang Yang, "Okay, it's your turn next."

"Bastard, you can do anything to a child!" Zhang Yang was so angry that he gritted his teeth. His eyes were already red and he choked and said, "I will definitely not let you go!"

"What a big tone, what can you do?" said the old man with a sharp mouth disapproval: "The weak are not qualified to speak loudly."

"So what can I do?" Zhang Yang said to himself, and finally, he lowered his head.

Memories began to emerge. When he was in Heaven, when he was in the face of his disciple and the Jade Emperor, he just kept saying good things and begging him to let go, without any use. Now when facing monsters, he was useless and he was helpless, watching the little gangster die in front of him...

The pain that had been accumulated in Zhang Yang's heart for a long time erupted at this moment. He let the pain speak out and let the tears go freely on his face. How much he hopes that someone can teach him what to do, what is right, and how to save all this?

"Who will teach me!" Zhang Yang shouted to the sky: "What should I do is right!"

However, his heart-wrenching shouting did not receive any response. Heaven and earth were unkind and treated all things as straw dogs, and he would not receive any help. Heaven and earth were indifferent.
Chapter completed!