Zhang Wenchong suddenly opened his eyes, and saw a golden scene in front of him. Seven silver flying knives, like meteors, stabbed him randomly.
He felt his body was heavy and unable to move. It seemed as if his whole body was bound by dense silk threads, like a bug stuck in a spider web.
His eyes and the area between his eyebrows were framed by a small and exquisite translucent golden bell. The reason why he felt golden was because of this golden bell.
His eyes and eyebrows are the weak points of his Vajra body!
Zhang Wenchong turned his head and looked inside the house. Luo Jing clenched her teeth, holding a piece of snow paper in her hand, on which was a stone door.
The rich power and charm of the Heavenly Dao were stimulated on the snow paper. Obviously, it was a Dharma page.
A light gate was gradually condensing, and Luo Jing's face changed drastically when he saw Zhang Wenchong waking up.
"You were able to break free from the love trap in an instant?"
Luo Jing's face was filled with fear. With his bones broken all over his body, he was wriggling on the ground like a maggot.
He poured his true energy into the snow paper in his hand like crazy, and the speed at which the light gate condensed suddenly increased.
Zhang Wenchong turned his head to look at Chen Fei. He and Mu Changge were still standing inside the huge translucent golden bell.
Mu Changge did not attack Chen Fei. Although he was devastated and looked autistic, he was still fine.
Seeing Zhang Wenchong awake, Fade Chen breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him tenderly, "Brother Wenchong, don't panic. I'm here to save you!"
As he spoke, Fade Chen stuffed the golden jade pendant in his hand into Mu Changge's mouth.
"Brother, this magical weapon is for you. Infuse it with literary energy to activate the Golden Bell Qi and protect yourself!"
Mu Changge, who had looked like he was in a state of social despair, finally regained some spirit. He forced a smile and said, "Third brother, what about you?"
Fade Chen smiled shyly: "I don't care. I'm not afraid of death. Just do whatever you want!"
The next moment, dense crimson thoughts emerged all over his body, each thought was the size of a fingernail.
The strong aura of magic power made it almost impossible for Mu Changge to open his eyes.
In every thought, a golden bell slowly takes shape, with an indestructible artistic conception and charm.
The next moment, tens of thousands of thoughts transformed into pieces and continued to stick to Chen Fei.
A clear light flashed in Chen Fei's chest, and tens of thousands of thoughts flew out again, and then flashed eight more times.
Millions of thoughts continuously attached to Chen Fei, forming an extremely thick golden armor covering his entire body. Even his head was covered tightly with a golden helmet and a golden mask.
In addition to the armor, he also carried a longbow with ancient charm on his back, and a quiver on his waist with more than ten golden arrows in it.
In Chen Fei's hand, there was also a nine-foot-long axe with an extremely domineering aura of killing.
The aura of the golden armor was the same as that of the golden bell of Mu Changge's magic weapon. Chen Fei stepped out slowly and passed through the ten-foot range covered by the golden bell.
Then he waved his hand and put ten more layers on top of Mu Changge's golden bell.
It was not until this moment that Mu Changge came back to his senses. He suddenly felt that if someone could only hurt him, they would need to break through the ten layers of golden bell defense.
Then to hurt Chen Fei... he would need to break it millions of times.
This Golden Bell Qi can withstand a full-strength attack from a Ninth Heaven warrior, unless a force far exceeds this defense...
Zhang Wenchong stared at Chen Fei in amazement, his eyes almost bleeding.
Even Luo Jing, who was fleeing frantically, felt the breath here and her eyes twitched wildly. She was too shocked and her mind was a little confused. Even the light gate was shaking and almost broke.
"Oh, Brother Chen Fei, you are so confused. How can you burn the essence of your literary heart? Doesn't this reduce your own qualifications and foundation?"
Zhang Wenchong's voice even became a little shrill.
Chen Fei approached Zhang Wenchong with difficulty, taking one deep step and one shallow step, and each step left a deep footprint on the ground.
"So this will reduce my qualifications and background, Brother Wenchong, I will never do this again!"
Chen Fei's voice, slightly touched and guilty, came out from the mask of the armor.
Then, he finally arrived in front of Zhang Wenchong and raised the axe high.
Zhang Wenchong's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at Chen Fei's trembling arms, which looked like a three-year-old child holding a sword, making people doubt his accuracy.
Zhang Wenchong broke out in a sweat. He wanted to tell Chen Fei to be careful, but he was afraid of disturbing Chen Fei and chopping his head off with an axe.
call!
A strong wind blew over Zhang Wenchong's head, and Chen Fei swung his axe.
The next moment, Zhang Wenchong felt his body relax, and the originally invisible silk thread showed traces visible to the naked eye.
Those were strips of rose-colored silk threads, and at this moment, the web of these threads suddenly broke and turned into air currents and dissipated.
The silver flying knives that were originally flying in the sky along a certain trajectory suddenly fell to the ground with a click.
Zhang Wenchong's face was full of an expression of surviving a disaster, and he finally felt relieved.
Mu Changge's lips moved, and he looked at Zhang Wenchong with a hint of strangeness in his eyes, but in the end he said nothing.
This Lord Zhang Wenchong is not very smart!
Luo Jing's face was filled with despair. She glared at Fade Chen and Zhang Wenchong with a stern look on her face, mocking him, "Zhang Wenchong, you bastard!"
"Thoughts can fly lightly, so how can they be heavy?"
"Your hardness is comparable to that of a top-grade magical weapon. With the strength of that top-grade axe, are you still worried about getting hurt?"
"You're so stupid, you're lucky you didn't die today, you'll be doomed sooner or later!"
Luo Jing cursed madly, using foul language, but deep in her eyes, there was a hint of despair.
His elder brother competed with Chen Fei in intelligence, but he actually lost? How is it possible? How is it possible!
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