Paper-cut real people, tigers, and Shang Changfeng are in a mess.

But as the tiger gradually weakened, Shang Changfeng's pressure increased sharply.

The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, and even if the paper-cut real person has no body, it is not something that ordinary God Cultivation Realm can deal with.

"Vajra Mudra!"

Shang Changfeng shouted, and a huge golden handprint appeared, more than twice as large as the beginning, and as soon as it appeared, the tomb shook violently.

The paper-cut real person smiled contemptuously: "Is that all you have to do?"

This paper-cut body has reached the realm of painting bones, extremely powerful, indestructible, and it is hard to receive a palm, unscathed.

Fang Xile's eyes flickered: "While they are fighting, we have to find a way to escape." ”

Ning Zizhi glanced at the door that was closed after entering, and asked, "How to escape?"

"We ...... , just like that......" Fang Xile whispered a few words, and added: "Bring Liu Yulan with you." ”

She dragged Liu Yulan out of the room and protected her, otherwise the aftermath of such a battle would shatter her bones.

The other side

"Senior brother, should we go up and help?"

Tu Wen asked worriedly.

Gong Yangqiu glanced at him: "Do you want to go up and send him to death? This kind of battle is not something you and I can participate in." ”

"Then, senior brother, do you still have any amulets, like the tiger just now?"

Gong Yangqiu shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No." ”

"What then?"

Gong Yangqiu looked up at the hole at the top of the tomb, about fifty meters above the ground: "Elder Shang is not dragged down by us, it is easy to get out, let's find a way to escape first!"

Shang Changfeng also thought the same thing.

While struggling to resist the real paper-cut person, he shouted, "Get out of here!"

"Senior Brother Nong, you have an earth wall talisman, Senior Brother Tu, you have a frozen talisman, let's act!"

The earthen wall rose from the ground, higher and higher, and the three of them stood on it, and followed it.

Ice covers the surface of the earthen wall and stabilizes the wall.

"Want to run?"

The paper-cut real person smiled, his fingers were like hooks, and he grabbed at the earthen wall.

"Don't think!"

"Steel Shield!"

Shang Changfeng's void seal, a huge metal shield protected the earthen wall, and the knot was sturdy and received a blow, and a large pit was hollowed out.

Fortunately, the defense was stopped, and Gong Yangqiu and the others were covered in cold sweat.

"Quick!

Fang Xile was also urging here: "Okay?"

"It's coming!"

Ning Zi's hands were like flying, and a lifelike paper eagle appeared, ready to fly.

"Alright!

"What about you?"

Ning Zizhi didn't speak, his eyes fell on the coffin in the middle, like this kind of single qi practitioner, he would carry the exercises with him, so as not to have no one to inherit after death. For them, the transmission of the Dharma is the continuation of life.

There is no inheritance in the five rooms, so the most likely place is the coffin.

Fang Xile frowned: "Are you crazy?"

"The soul of the paper-cut real person is possessed in the body of the paper person, there must be a limit, the paper person and the body are different, and the soul cannot be fed.

If I guessed correctly, there is a huge formation in the tomb that transforms human flesh and blood and maintains the immortality of the soul, so he can't leave this place, as long as we escape, he doesn't dare to chase after him. ”

The above is all his speculation, although it sounds very reliable, but as long as there is one mistake, the two of them will be doomed.

"No, it's too risky!"

Ning Ziyi's expression was firm: "This may be the only time I get the opportunity to go directly to the divine inheritance, I can't give up!"

"You!"

Fang Xile was angry, if he died, no one would control the paper eagle, and no one would want to leave.

She gritted her teeth: "You two go first, and I'll follow!"

Ning Zizhi was stunned: "What do you mean?"

Fang Xile said viciously: "What else do you mean, are you a weak chicken talisman master to send us to death, who manipulated the paper eagle to send us out when you die, I'll come!"

"Joyful ......" Ning Zizhi showed a touched look.

"Reward twenty impregnable talismans!"

"Eh," Ning Zizhi couldn't cry or laugh, didn't he let people make a moving declaration: "I don't have it now, I owe it first, and I'll give it to you later." ”

Fang Xile got up, her back was straight, with the sadness of the strong man who would never return, she half-turned around, lowered her eyes, hid the expression in her eyes, and kept her tone as calm as possible......

"Give me a few pieces of defensive talisman paper first, my heart is weak. ”

“...... Give"

Shang Changfeng and the paper-cutting real person come and go, one prevents the three disciples from leaving, and the other swears to protect them, and they can't care about the joy and Ning Zi at all.

The three disciples were like a boat in the **** sea, trembling.

Sometimes it was affected and the earthen walls had to be rebuilt.

Fang Xile sneaked to the side of the coffin, the lid had been opened, and it was estimated that it had been shaken open in the fight just now.

The coffin was huge, like a small house, and in fact the paper-cutting real people spent most of their time in it.

There are tables and chairs, bookshelves, beds, and ......

Fang Xile's eyes fell on a picture album on the table, the open picture album was still in production, talking about the method of making paper figures.

Unlike the rough explanations in the test, this picture has many lines and is painted with flesh and bones.

Sure enough, there is!

Fang Xile turned his head and gestured to Ning Zi.

He understood, grabbed Liu Yulan, and the paper eagle quickly became bigger, spread its wings, and carried the two of them into the sky.

Between the lightning and flint, Fang Xile scooped up the album.

Flashstep!

The paper-cut real person turned around, just saw this scene, and immediately roared.

"Junior, you dare!"

The figure rushed straight like a cannonball, like a rushing locomotive, crashing into Fang Xile.

Fast as lightning, driving the wind to howl.

The strong pressure is overwhelming, she overestimates herself, or she underestimates the power of real people, even if it is a real person who only has a divine soul, killing her is just a matter of moving her fingers.

In the face of such speed, others act like snails.

She saw the three disciples hurrying to build a wall in the world, saw Shang Changfeng take the opportunity to attack from behind, and saw Ning Ziyi stretching out his hand and shouting.

Seeing the pale face of the real person in the paper-cut,

There was a loud noise, and suddenly the blood spread out in the air like fireworks, magnificent and sad.

"Fang Xile ......"

Ning Zi's heart sank, and he couldn't believe it.

The paper eagle flies high, and it is about to fly out of the hole of the tomb, away from the land of right and wrong, but some people stay here forever.

Suddenly, there was an extra person on the eagle's back.

"You, not dead?"

"Hurry up, don't be stunned!"

"And what was the blood just now?"

"The Sealed Bloody Paper Man. ”

Just at the last moment, Fang Xile tore up the rune paper, let go of the blood paper man, stomped on its head, and jumped on the eagle's back with the help of his strength, and the blood paper man was slapped by the real person and was torn apart.

The eagle struck the sky, carrying the people on its backs out of the cave and across the trees, leaving behind the roars and explosions of the tomb.

The moon's light dimmed, retreating in a corner, and the eastern sky revealed a halo of orange.

It's going to dawn.