The crane immortal clone who lived in the fat body of Jiang Youxu gasped and climbed up, like a seriously injured wild boar in the mountain forest, glaring at Ling Yun viciously.

"Today I'm going to turn your sigil into a puddle of waste!" Ling Yun rushed over, lifted his heavy body, and pinned his sword heavily to the brown walls of the palace.

The paper dao man had already consumed most of his energy at this moment, as Ling Yun had expected before, even though his spells were amazing and varied, but because of the lack of strong aura support, he could only be defeated in the end, and there was no chance of victory.

Under the suppression of Lingyun's huge aura, the paper dao man had no power to resist, allowing the sword to penetrate his body and nail it to the wall, his eyes were in a trance, and the primordial spirit was dying under the trauma.

"Hmph, even if you can kill me, you can't destroy this sigil, as soon as my primordial god dies, this sigil will fall on Jiang Youxu's primordial god, so that he can inherit my mission. ”

The paper man gritted his teeth, the corners of his mouth were rampant smiles, as if he didn't care about the impending death, anyway, he was sure that Ling Yun, who didn't know anything about spells, couldn't break the rune.

The so-called rune is a superb skill in the spell, only a little spiritual nourishment, can make the drawn ghost talisman life, arbitrarily drive all attached things, even a piece of paper can become a master rampant in the world, you can know the superb skill of the rune.

Although Ling Yun doesn't know spells, he knows how to kill people, no matter how varied the rune in front of him is, after all, it is inseparable from the existence of life, if you want to destroy the rune, you only need to destroy everything it relies on, and finally destroy the rune itself.

The smile of the paper man had not yet solidified, and he had already seen Ling Yun holding a sharp sword, once piercing into his body, this time, unlike before, after the sword was inserted into the body, a gurgling of blood gushed out, with white oil, and the fat body seemed to have found a flood outlet, and the blood flow rate was much faster than that of ordinary people.

But the sword was not pulled out again, but turned around in the body a few times, and a cold aura spread from the sword to the body, like a cool stream in the mountains, flowing into all corners of the stone, slowly flowing in the meridians of the body, and a chill hit the heart.

The paper man only felt that the chill gradually paralyzed the body, and the pain caused by the injury just now was solidified, no longer biting every nerve like an insect, but relieving a lot of painful feelings, but the body was bound by the numb feeling like the pain, and he couldn't move.

This aura entered the limbs and bones, and gradually controlled every corner of the greasy body, and the consciousness of the paper man could only remain a little lingering, in the face of this aura, he could not maintain control of the body, like a defeated soldier who lost his armor and gradually lost everything.

Ling Yun accelerated the injection of aura, and the entire Jiang Youxu's body solidified into a round sculpture.

The paper dao man just now was in the flames, even if the paper turned into ashes, he could still find another place to survive, it was nothing more than that rune, as long as he found that rune and destroyed it, he could end all this, Ling Yun was very aware of this.

Shoot a man first and shoot a horse first, and capture a thief first and capture the king first!

The sigil is the foundation of the paper man's survival, and it is the source of everything he can do to make trouble.

The aura circulates in the body every day, and the sigil is not particularly existent, but it is a ghost painting talisman protected by a trace of aura, which can be left on the paper or engraved on the stone, and several irregular curves form a strange graphic painting, which is addictive to the spiritual array on the paper.

The aura quickly passed through every part of the body, and finally found a strange yellow gold character on a white bone, all engraved with gold dust, oblique and crooked handwriting, but it continued to emit golden light, which was the source of all the power of the paper Taoist - the rune!

Paper Daoren knew that something was wrong, but his whole body was already trapped and he couldn't move, what could he do to struggle, only showed a fierce look in his eyes, as if to say: "Wait for my body to clean you up, stinky boy!"

The dying man can still show such a fierce light, and no one will die, and his words are good, it can be seen that the paper Taoist who is possessed by the puppet has long been the most violent side of the crane immortal, and there is no possibility of turning back at all.

From beginning to end, Ling Yun never looked at the fierce eyes of the dead fish, because every glance only wanted to pick out his eyeballs, obviously an old man who was half-cut into the ground, and he had to show murderous eyes from time to time, the older he was, the more evil he became, at this time, he also resisted the urge to look at the dead fish's eyes, and ruthlessly transformed the aura in his body into a small dagger, scraped twice on the bones, and removed the rune carved out of the gold dust.

The golden sigil was scraped into a pinch of gold dust, blended into the greasy and viscous blood, and with the disappearance of the golden light, the paper man said goodbye to this world completely.

And the sleeping Jiang Youxu Ontology Yuan Shen, in the great pain like scraping bones, woke up suddenly, screaming in pain, and his voice almost overturned the dome of the palace.

"Mom...... Oh my god...... It hurts me to death!" Jiang Youxu screamed in pain.

Ling Yun wanted to finish him off with a sword, this scream of pain was really about to pierce the eardrums, but resisted the urge to stab this sword, after all, he was Yang Lingya's mortal enemy, or it was best to leave it to Yang Lingya to deal with, no matter how he died, it was up to her to decide.

That gold dust is not ordinary gold, but gold dust that has been quenched for ten years and is highly poisonous, every tiny gold dust on it can poison an elephant when taken out, so much gold dust flows everywhere with blood in Jiang Youxu's body, making him extremely cold for a while, hot for a while, plus the pain of being scraped with a sword on the bone, the whole person almost fainted in pain.

The rounds of painful torture made Jiang Youxu constantly roll, struggle, jump, and hit the ground on the ground, screaming so much that his voice was almost hoarse.

The originally round belly, with a lot of sticky black blood flowing out, was now much calmer, turning from a towering mountain bag into a bulging mound.

Ling Yun couldn't bear to see it, after all, a person, no matter how big the sin, would show a pitiful appearance in this kind of torture, which made people feel a trace of sympathy.

Ling Yun raised his sword, his eyes showed a resolute look, and he thought to himself, it is better to give him a good time.

But at the moment when the sword was about to fall, Jiang Youxu actually saw the sword that was about to fall when he was dying, and there was a begging look in his eyes, and he said in a lamented voice: "Please...... You, spare me!".

The pain made his mouth already full of blood, and between his words, a trace of black blood flowed from between his teeth, mixed with saliva, and he was almost inhuman.

"I think that he was also the dignified leader of the Divine Foot Sect at the beginning, and today he has fallen to the point where this kind of person is not a ghost or a ghost, which makes people sigh, it is better to leave him alive, anyway, he will not live long, there is no need to let Ling Aya see such a disgusting scene. Ling Yun said secretly in his heart.