Yaoli, who alias Nightmare, follows the instructions of the color dog spirit, on the one hand, constantly stomping his feet to accumulate strength, and on the other hand, he unscrupulously ridicules the bamboo that is not deeply involved in the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the bamboo that pretended to be the vicissitudes of life shouted, "Please learn immortal skills!" At that time, Yaoli finally finished accumulating his strength, soaring into the sky, rushing to the pitch black overhead.

With a wave of waves, Yaoli rushed into the darkness, like entering a big river, and every time he advanced, the resistance on his body became heavier.

"The turtle king eight mung beans are actually water, not clouds, fortunately with a fragrance, otherwise"

Yao Li thought of the pitch-black color floating above the Dragon Palace where the snow fell, and thought of the embarrassment of him swallowing a few mouthfuls of black water, his face showed a little unnaturalness, and his body exerted his strength and continued to rush forward.

According to the man, as long as this black cloud of water is broken, there will be countless treasures, and even beautiful women.

Whether it is or not, since you have come, you must not go back empty-handed, and besides, this trip has another purpose.

As soon as he thought of the medicine here, his spirit suddenly became alarmed, and he changed direction without hesitation, dodging a big white hand that attacked.

The big hand was like a knife, and the white light cut through the ink-black water, and although the depth of the ink rippled violently, it was not as obvious as the surface.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, it's this goddamn thing again, be killed!"

Yao Li scolded secretly, holding the Tu Tian Sword in his hand, sensing the position of the big white hand, and without hesitation, he cast the killing sword and stabbed at the owner of the big white hand.

The head of the paper man is snow-white, and although the body is covered with a large area of black, the two big hands are snow-white, which is extremely strange.

The killing sword started, and thousands of sword shadows were like a giant net weaved, wrapping the huge paper people in a mountain of killing intent.

The paper man was not afraid, the snow-white hand was flying, the body was sometimes as thin as a piece of paper, sometimes rolled into a shaft, shuttling back and forth in the gaps of thousands of sword shadows, indescribably relaxed.

The medicine that stepped on the immortal swim accelerated suddenly, and as soon as the huge net woven by the killing sword was loosened, the medicine was converted from the force, and thousands of electric sparks suddenly vomited along the Heaven Slaughtering Sword, like a thunder punishment from the sky, choosing people to devour.

The only black one-eyed on the face of the paper man turned weirdly, and the huge body opened like a sail, and in an instant, thousands of electric sparks fell as if hitting the air, and through the sail fell into the black water like ink, the sail was still intact.

"The turtle king eight mung beans are really spicy, I don't believe I can't kill you!"

Yao Li took a sharp breath, the electric spark disappeared inadvertently, and a long flat flame rose up, like a fire dragon roaring at the sail with teeth and claws, and opened its mouth violently, trying to swallow it in one gulp.

The sail flipped suddenly, floating between the dragon's teeth like a piece of paper, and the paper man with a strange smile flashing in his black one-eyed eyes stretched his hands forward, like an awl shooting towards Yaoli.

"Paper can't hold the fire, I'll burn, burn again, keep burning!"

When Yaoli shouted loudly, three pillars of fire rose into the sky in the pitch-black ink-like water, forming three fire dragons entangled and rushing towards the flying paper man, so the ink was dry everywhere, and it was red.

The paper man who turned into an awl suddenly paused, and then rushed forward, and a spark splashed everywhere, and the paper man easily chiseled through the fire dragon and stabbed at the center of Yaoli's eyebrows.

"It's up to you to succeed or not, burn, little grass!"

Yao Li didn't dodge at all, his sword-like waist stiffened, and he shouted softly.

A red sea of fire, swept in all directions with Yaoli as the center, and the ink-black water seemed to touch the wall of fire, squeezed backwards and dried up.

There was a look of disdain in the paper man's one-eyed eyes, and he didn't care about the boiling sea of fire in front of him at all, and still galloped towards Yaoli's eyebrows.

The paper man at a gallop, two big white hands suddenly stretched out, turning into a pair of spikes, and the tip of the cone stretched forward violently, becoming a three-pointed water fork, piercing the red sea of fire all the way, and stabbing the medicine three feet from the center of the eyebrows.

The medicine left his clothes, his black hair fluttered, and there was a faint pain in the center of his eyebrows, but he didn't dodge, or even have any protection, and a pair of eyes stared at the oncoming paper man.

Two feet have passed, and when Yao Li is only one foot away from the center of his eyebrows, Yao Li closed his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned up, as if he was saying goodbye.

A trace of doubt flashed in the black one-eyed eyes of the paper man, but it was fleeting, and it was more of the confidence that the human in front of him was crucified by it.

Suddenly, a dark blue flower bloomed at the center of the medicine's eyebrows, and the paper man slammed into the arms of the blue flower like a moth to a fire, and the scorching temperature was released in an instant, and the sea of fire was stirring as if it was ignited, and the water as black as ink was actually burning.

Ah screamed, like a terrible ghost roaring, the paper man in the blue flower finally ignited, and the two snow-white hands bore the brunt, and the blue flame turned into pitch black.

What's even more bizarre is that Blue Flame actually crossed the black body of the Paper Man and directly covered its head, and as Blue Flame jumped, the Paper Man's black one-eyed eye was both greedy and fearful.

At this moment, a flash of black suddenly appeared on the white head of the paper man, and then the black surged, instantly splitting its white head in half.

Above the white head of the paper man, half black and half white, the paper man's single eye showed a clear color of struggle in pain, black and white they were actually facing each other.

"I slept for 10,000 years, but I didn't expect that there would be a day of awakening, get out of my body, slash!"

The sound of immaturity sounded, the body of the paper man shook violently, the black vortex protruded, and a broken and full of holes was forced out of the black vortex.

A black one-eyed paper man, looking at the languishing in front of him, like a black whirlpool of stagnant water, grinned at the corners of his pale mouth, laughed strangely silently, and his paper-like body suddenly cracked into countless fragments, turned into fragments and was ignited by the blue flower, turning into ashes.

The moment the paper man attacked, Yaoli was in a kind of torment of death and life, although he trusted Xiaocao, but his heart was in his throat.

Although he is already at the peak of Nirvana, although he will not really die in the state of the divine soul, the exercises of the paper man are too weird.

The body is not only a weapon, but it can be changed at will, and the main thing is that the Force seems to have nothing to do with it, even if it is thunder and lightning, the Paper Man is immune.

Thanks to the grass, otherwise it became a joke that the paper could not hold the fire.

"Master, the little beast thanks the master for saving his life, and asks the master to put away this flame, the little beast is about to catch fire!"

The childish voice said anxiously, for sparks had ignited at the edge of the black vortex.

"Master? Who's talking, who is calling? ”

Yao Li opened his eyes suddenly, reached out to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and replied in his spirit, with a suspicious face.

"It's the little beast, master, you are the master of the little beast. Ten thousand years ago, the benefactor said that the person with the blue flame will awaken the little beast, and he is the master of the little beast, so you are the master of the little beast. Host help"

The immature voice said anxiously, with a cry in his voice.

"The turtle king eight mung beans, the paper man is too hateful, he is still fooling me when he is dying, Xiaocao, burn, continue to burn!"

Yaoli commanded fiercely.

"Master, help, spare your life, the little beast's name is inky and fragrant, it's really not a paper man!"

"Really?"

"It's true!"

"Okay, if you burn it again, I won't believe that you don't show your original form!"