The lark's murderous intent was decided, and the strong murderous aura forced him over, and Li Chuyi shivered fiercely. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"you Taoist, this stubborn dead bird!"

Li Chu was scolded, but he didn't want to think about why people were so resolute in their killing intent. If he hadn't taken so many bird's nests in one wave, and collected a basket full of young birds and eggs, how could this lark be so seriously injured and still bite him.

Staring at the blood-red eyes, the lark bowed slightly, and walked towards him again with his legs, a few points faster than before.

The lark is also fighting, it is afraid that Li Chu will make some trouble again and again to run away for him, and at this time, it can't care about the aggravation of the injuries on his body.

The price of increasing the speed is that the iron chain has increased its suppression and erosion several times, and it has been tortured to the point of indescribable pain at this time, and the part wrapped in the chain penetrates the bone marrow in pain, as if even its soul is going to be worn out by this sharp pain, and it can't help but hiss with every step.

It had pushed its speed to the limit of what it could handle, and no matter how fast it was, it couldn't guarantee that it would be able to withstand the erosion of the chains. Even now, it won't last long, it has already made up its mind, and it needs to fight quickly.

The footsteps of "stomping" are connected into a string, and the body of the lark is filled with an indomitable momentum.

Looking at the big bird rushing towards him, Li Chuyi was not afraid although he was in some mood, and stretched out his hand to pat the portrait in front of him.

"Go, beat it!"

The portrait shuddered slightly, but did not move. Fang Cai's blow consumed it a lot, and now the aura of the portrait has been greatly reduced, and even the picture has become a little dry and yellow from the beginning, giving people a feeling of fatigue as a whole.

Reaching into his arms, he took out all the spirit stones on his body, and Li Chu slapped them on the painting one by one.

"Here, give it all to you! Eat hard, beat him up when you're done!"

A handful of spirit stones rolled over his hand, and the portrait was instantly sucked up. The rich aura is integrated into the body, which makes the momentum of the portrait suddenly shake, and the picture becomes vivid again.

With a slight shake, several dark energies suddenly appeared around the portrait, and the dark energies shaped like crescents of the moon swirled towards the lark, like a petite scimitar.

The sound of "snorting" sounded again, the sound was as thin as a mosquito and a fly, but it still aroused the vigilance of the lark. Although it couldn't be seen, how could it forget this insidious attack after suffering a loss, and with a shock of demonic power, a cone-shaped protective layer spread out around his beak, enveloping its predecessor entirely.

The darkness came in an instant, hitting the protective layer one after another. The protective layer stirred up layers of ripples, and the place where it had been continuously chopped was deeply dented, so that it clung to the wound on the lark's beak. But that's all there is to it, although the protective layer has been cut and deformed, it has not been broken, and it has firmly guarded the lark.

Chirp~~!

The sound of birdsong full of pride and pleasure sounded, and the lark looked down at Li Chuyi, his red eyes revealing a hint of sarcasm, as if he was laughing at the uselessness of his attack.

Li Chu's heart sank, he knew that this was not because this portrait was not powerful. Like the rotten gourd, this portrait has been hanging in the cave for I don't know how many years, and its own aura mana has already been lost in the fight against the erosion of time. If it weren't for the fact that it was full of spirituality and knew how to preserve its strength, it would have been dissipated and turned into waste by changing to other treasures.

You must know that this portrait is not made of pure gold spirit jade, it is just an ordinary portrait, which was turned into a magic weapon after being sacrificed by a large means, and then I don't know what chance it was born into a machine spirit. It is full of spirituality and can maintain its own immortality for countless years with its own strength, which is already a feat against the sky, which is afraid that it can scare a group of people stupidly.

Now although it has followed Li Chuyi, this little fat man is a poor ghost, and he has never had the opportunity to help him replenish his aura, so that its current strength cannot play one-twelfth of its heyday. The spirit stones it had swallowed before were only enough for it to strike once or twice, and they were all greatly reduced. No matter how much it is, it will also have a weak heart, and forcibly attacking it will only hurt its Origin Essence, and the gains outweigh the losses.

Seeing that the lark was about to rush in, Li Chuyi looked at Li Sinian fiercely.

"Spirit stones, as many as you want!"

Li Sinian also saw the problem a long time ago, and without saying a word, a small leather bag appeared in his hand and was directly thrown to Li Chuyi.

"Give!"

took the leather bag, opened it and swept it inside, Li Chuyi was slightly stunned. I saw that the leather bag was full of spirits, and it was the pieces of spirit stones that were shining brightly, and there were at least 100 of them after a rough sweep!

"I'll go to your Taoist priest, you rich man!"

With admiration in his mouth, Li Chuyi didn't feel distressed at all, and directly gave it all to the portrait.

The moment the leather bag was opened, the portrait was so excited that his whole body trembled uncontrollably. At this time, seeing that Li Chuyi threw all the spirit stones inside in a swarm, the portrait suddenly moved, and the wide and long scroll was swept in the air flexibly, and the spirit stones that were thrown in the air were swept away one by one.

The debris of the spirit stone went down, and the rich aura poured into the body of the portrait, making it look like it had been stimulant, and its entire body was surrounded by the aura of aura.

After a muffled sound, a shockwave spread around the portrait. Although they didn't make a deliberate move, Li Chuyi and Li Sinian were still tightly pressed against the wall by this shock wave, and even the lark that was about to rush to the top was slightly stunned, and a trace of surprise flashed in their blood-red eyes.

But surprise to surprise, nothing can stop the murderous Skylark in its tracks. With a billowing aura, the lark came closer, his head slightly raised and fell instantly, and the sharp beak pecked straight at the portrait.

It wanted to kill Li Chuyi, but it was not stupid, it knew that that little scum could only save his life by relying on this portrait magic weapon, as long as he broke his magic weapon, then Li Chuyi would naturally be captured at that time.

The bird's beak instantly landed on the portrait, but the seemingly thin piece of paper was not punctured as expected. At the moment when the bird's beak arrived, the portrait that had been flattened suddenly softened, fluttering with the movement of the bird's beak like a soft cloth.

The blow failed, and the lark was just about to close its mouth and attack again, but the soft cloth-like portrait suddenly moved upside down and wrapped tightly around its beak.

The mouth was tightly tied, and the lark was suddenly startled in his heart, and his beak wanted to forcibly break away as soon as he used force, and directly broke this broken painting that was not known to be the height of the sky. But it backfired, it struggled violently a few times, but the portrait was not damaged at all, the thin paper obviously gave people the feeling of poking and breaking, but in fact it was as tough as the spider silk of a human-faced spider, and no matter how much it struggled, it could not break away in the slightest.

The lark was a little panicked, and the only weapon it had now was sealed by the chain was this indestructible beak, who knew that the beak of the bird, which was invincible on weekdays, was frustrated again and again today.

At first, it was almost cut in two by a strange attack that it couldn't see, and now it was directly tied up by others, and it was still a painting, a portrait made of drawing paper!

There was a hint of confusion in the Skylark's eyes, and it couldn't understand how the scum it hated so much could have so many strange things. It had seen a lot of monks like Li Chuyi before, and had even killed a lot with his own hands, but it had never seen a monk as cultivated like him and had so many means.

Brute force couldn't break free, and the lark lowered his head and wanted to scratch it off with his claws. But as soon as the claw was raised, the chain that was tied to it suddenly tightened, and it was pulled back.

The lark could not wear it, so it could only be short, and rubbed its beak back and forth on the ground with its head sideways, and it wanted to rub it off.

But the portrait seems to be ordinary, but in fact it is a magic weapon with a machine spirit, and its own strength is even more unfathomable. Although it lacks aura and can't exert much strength at all now, with the supplement of more than a hundred spirit stones, it has no fear at all under such crude means as piercing larks.

The lark struggled and rubbed the ground. But no matter how hard it rubs, there is always a thin layer of aura attached to the surface of the portrait, isolating it from the ground like a protective layer, and no matter how fierce the lark rubs it, it will not be damaged at all.

Looking at the stupid appearance of the lark being tied and rubbing on the ground with his mouth tied, Li Sinian, who felt that the portrait was powerful, was full of surprise and admiration, and Li Chuyi kept shouting and cheering.

"Come on, Uncle Painting, I believe in you!"

"Strangle, strangle this stupid bird, and then let it want to eat you and turn you into bird droppings, you must let it know how good you are!"

"Don't just get beaten, you also draw your hand and give it a few more blows! After eating so many spirit stones from me, you won't be so capable, right?!"

"That's my spirit stone..."Li Sinian said weakly beside him, but his words were automatically ignored by Li Chuyi.

It seems that he was stimulated by Li Chuyi's words, and he was rubbed on the ground as a rag for a long time, and the little temper of the portrait also came up a little. While rigidly tying the bird's beak, a cloud of aura suddenly appeared around the portrait. As soon as the aura appeared, it quickly converged, and in the blink of an eye, it condensed into a flying sword. It is not accurate to say that the flying sword is two fingers long and two fingers wide, with a thick back and a single edge, which is a small flying knife with a handle.

After flying to the mold, they moved in unison, and shot away at the body of the lark in a whirlpool.

The distance is extremely close, the huge body is not very agile, and after being banned by the chain, it is even more sluggish, and the lark can't even dodge at all, and eats all the flying knives squarely.

The layer of demonic protection on his body only lasted for a short moment before it was cut by the spinning flying knife. Blood flashed on its huge body, and on the criss-crossed old wounds, fresh blood mouths suddenly appeared, and streaks of blood mist burst out with the ploughing of the flying knives.

There was no mournful cry, no need to cry out in pain, the sad lark was tied to the beak, and could not scream if he wanted to, so he could only roll on the ground and make a "hmm" whimper.

"It's... It can't have been calculated in advance and deliberately wrapped around the bird's beak first, right?"

Li Sinian was dumbfounded, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was possible.

With such a spiritual treasure, even if he was in the same camp as himself, Li Sinian still felt a chill down his spine.

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