The monk was confused at this time and did not understand why it turned out like this. Even if he was just a novice who had just crossed the threshold, the novice in the prehistoric world was just "not becoming an immortal". Even if he was a transformed demon general, as long as he was not a alien with rich bloodline in the star spirit, he would not be able to make two moves. But at this moment, facing a mortal, he seemed to be a magic girl who had been taken away from the soul gem, and was completely in a passive state.

The monk wanted to pinch a magic trick and directly killed the strange mortal in front of him, but he couldn't do it because his soul and the magic weapon of the commander were all restricted and could not mobilize any magic power at all.

The soul was controlled and his body was unable to move. At this time, the monk finally understood why his teacher told him that he should not activate his natal magic weapon without any necessity.

But who can think of any problem with using it against mortals?

Feng Xue was also in a daze at this time. He had no idea what was going on. He only knew that the monk opposite suddenly stopped moving.

He wanted to use a kitchen knife to stab him, but the constraints that the monk put on him had not disappeared. Although it was obviously loose, it was not far from being able to move freely.

However, this stalemate did not last long. As the blood light emitted by the Taoist scripture completely subsided, the antique thread-bound book suddenly fell into Feng Xue's hands.

That's right, it fell into Feng Xue's hands!

"What the hell?" Feng Xue raised his eyebrows. Although his hands could not move, he could feel that this sutra actually threw away the methods and authority of use!

"Is this, it has been refined?" Feng Xue widened her eyes and guessed as expected, but this is not right!

Even if you have money or something, you just take it for yourself. If you want to refine it, you have to grind it slowly!

But what is the situation now? Why is this sutra like a licking dog? No, the licking dog is not licking like this, because he feels that the sutra, together with the cultivator's soul, is imprisoned!

Whose natal magic weapon will imprison your soul and give it to the enemy?

But you can think about all these later. It would be a long time to dream, and Feng Xue immediately issued an order to the Taoist scripture.

The monk didn't even have the ability to say a last word, and just quietly lost his life.

"It's really successful? I thought it was a trap? For example, the restrictions required for soul-detention..." As the monk died, the spell that bound Feng Xue also lost its effect. The stiff state suddenly lifted, and Feng Xue, caught off guard, almost rolled down to bed.

After reaching out to pick up the Taoist sutra, Feng Xue got up and kicked the corpse on the ground. After confirming that the monk was really dead, he breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, this sutra was targeted at mortals from the beginning. Although it could directly erase the soul of the soul by using the characteristics of the natal magic weapon, it could not restrain the soul of the monk. Otherwise, with the ghost of the monk, Feng Xue could try to embark on the path of a monk.

After exploring up and down, he found that there were no sachets, rings, etc. Feng Xue curled her lips in disappointment, and said intimately that she called the poor man and took a breath.

Then, he suddenly raised his head and shouted: "Where are people? Where have they all died? The thieves broke into my house!"

Accompanied by the fierce screams, a series of footsteps also reminded me of the sounds of footsteps. A group of strong servants with guns and sticks rushed into the bedroom, looking at the corpses on the ground, all of whom were sweating profusely.

Feng Xue was too lazy to say anything, so she asked someone to clean up the body and prepare to make up for a sleep.

However, he couldn't sleep no matter what. He held the Taoist scripture containing more than a dozen ghosts, his face full of inexplicable information.

"If I hadn't felt the location of my natal magic weapon, I almost thought you were made of that first piece of paper..." Feng Xue muttered, and suddenly a carp jumped up because he realized something.

This is a book made of paper!

"I am the inventor of paper in the prehistoric world, so, the ancestor of all papers?" Feng Xue frowned and made such a speculation. Although he had never heard of any existence of pen ancestors, sword ancestors, in this prehistoric world, no matter the first pen or sword, it is innate and there is no precedent at all.

But since I thought about it, I always had to try it. Feng Xue jumped out of the bed again, found a piece of paper from the table, aimed the sharp edge at her wrist, gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, and pulled it hard.

Thorn!

Feng Xue, who had already made the idea of ​​pulling out a hole, looked at her unscathed wrist, and was a little uncertain. She folded the paper several times, made a paper fan, and pulled it hard towards the back of her hand.

"Bang!"

The crisp sound that hurts when it sounds, but the result is that it doesn't hurt at all.

It was as if the paper fan suddenly slowed down when it touched Feng Xue's back of her hand.

"Sure enough, as long as it is a paper product, it cannot hurt me!" After several rounds of experiments, I was so tired that I was sweating all over my body, but I still had no injuries at all, I finally confirmed this guess.

"Does this mean that all the paper magic weapons in this world are like licking a dog when they see me?"

Thinking of this, Feng Xue was really excited, but then she thought about it, she shook her head again. There seemed to be no famous magic weapon made of paper at all. Even the Tai Chi diagram and the Mountain River and Country diagram, two seemingly paper-like things are all natural things. Compared to paper, it is more suitable to say that it is a two-way foil.

Moreover, even if it is a paper magic weapon, as long as it is not a natal magic weapon, even if it is reversed on the spot, the monk can slap him to death. If it were a time when the talisman sect was prosperous thousands of years later, it might be of some use.

"Is it better than nothing? But where does the success of that blessing fate be reflected this time? The Paper Ancestor did not 100% start?" Feng Xue shook her head again when she thought of this. This is unlikely. If it is not necessarily started, what's the point?

But immediately, Feng Xue figured it out.

The monk has done it.

If the soul does not use it to activate the magic weapon of the natal world, but is used normally, even if Feng Xue takes it as his own, it will not affect the soul.

In this way, although the monk who has lost his natal magic weapon will weaken and may even be seriously injured and backfired, it is still more than enough to kill himself.
Chapter completed!