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Fan Yingying was suddenly furious, got up and rushed towards the paper man again, she stretched out her hands to hug the paper man, but she didn't want to come to the paper man like a piece of paper, slyly slipped out of her hand. Fan Yingying was defenseless for a while, and was swept to the ground again, repeating this several times, Fan Yingying was thrown and couldn't get up. Seeing that Fan Yingying fell to the ground, the paper-clothed boy hurriedly raised the mourning stick and slapped Fan Yingying fiercely.

The mourning stick in the hand of the paper-clothed boy itself has a very powerful effect of injuring the spirit, if it is an ordinary person, just sweep it gently, and the place that has been swept is not able to recover for more than half a year, even if it is a vicious ghost, as long as it is swept by this mourning stick, there is only the result of the soul scattering.

But thanks to the mourning stick of the paper-clothed boy, if it weren't for it, Fan Yingying's results today would only be two, either the spiritual power exploded and died, or the brain was controlled by the full spiritual power and turned into a thoughtless monster, wandering in this desolate grotto all day long.

The boy in paper didn't know how many times he hit Fan Yingying, and Fan Yingying's body gradually began to shrink, gradually changing back to its original size from the initial expansion.

As her body recovered, Fan Yingying's mind slowly cleared up. She looked at the paper figure in front of her who was still beating herself, thought about it, closed her eyes directly, lay on the ground motionless, and pretended to have been beaten unconscious.

Seeing that Fan was not moving, the paper-clothed boy stopped attacking and bent over. At this moment, Fan Yingying suddenly reached out and grabbed the paper man's foot and flipped it to the ground, then got up from the ground and sat directly on the paper man, and the paper boy was so pressed that he could no longer move.

When Zhou Junrong came over from behind, he saw Fan Yingying straddle the paper-clothed boy, waving her fists, and smashing at the paper-clothed boy headlessly.

Seeing this scene, Zhou Junrong secretly said that it was not good, threw out a fire in his hand, and threw it towards Fan Yingying, not wanting to be a step slower, when he came to the rescue, the boy in paper clothes had been beaten by Fan Yingying and lost his spiritual power, and his body retracted back to the original thin piece of paper, and changed back to the prototype.

Zhou Junrong only felt a dull pain in his chest, as if he had been hit hard by a huge object, and there was a fishy sweetness in his throat, and with a wow, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

He staggered back two steps, raised his hand to cover his chest, and finally managed to stabilize his figure.

Zhou Junrong desperately suppressed the blood that kept surging in his throat, and secretly hated in his heart, if it weren't for Fan Yingying's crooked fight and good luck, she would not be the opponent of the paper boy at all.

The paper man thrown by Zhou Junrong was originally extremely difficult to deal with, the paper boy itself was between the entity and the spirit, his movements were strange, and his speed was extremely fast, if he hadn't been entangled by Fan Yingying in hand-to-hand combat just now, it would have been enough to consume her to death from Fan Yingying alone.

Zhou Junrong saw that the paper boy had lost all his spiritual power, and he was immediately distressed, this paper boy was made by him using a full seventy-seven and forty-nine stillborn sacrifices of unreincarnated beings.

The stillborn child was not reincarnated as an adult, and he was already deeply resentful, and the paper man boy used the resentment of the stillborn child to bury it head down in the extreme yin place, refining the resentment of the stillborn child to the peak, and then patiently waited for seven seven forty-nine days to obtain these seven seven forty-nine evil spirits, just like a barbarian seedling refining Gu, placing these forty-nine evil spirits in one place, forcing them to devour each other, and waiting until the last evil spirit was left, it was used as a paper cloth spirit.

It's just that, it's not over, once a disciple like Zhou Junrong gets started, he has to work hard every day to practice, and he can't reach the same level as the paper boy without a few years of hard work.

Zhou Junrong's years of hard work were easily destroyed by Fan Yingying, and the paper boy he had cultivated had already become a small success, but he never expected that he would encounter Fan Yingying's monster when he was released for the first time.

Zhou Junrong stared at the piece of paper that fell to the ground from Fan Yingying's hand, and the blood in his throat, which he had finally suppressed, was spit out again.

Fan Yingying was concentrating on fighting with the paper boy, and she was completely defenseless, only to feel a huge force suddenly attack, and she was directly knocked to the ground by that force.

The internal organs hit the body hard, but there was no expected pain, she got up with her hands on the ground, and when she looked up, she saw Zhou Junrong who looked seriously injured.

For a while, new hatred and old hatred surged into her heart, and Fan Yingying rushed towards Zhou Junrong.

Zhou Junrong didn't care about wiping the blood stains on the corners of his mouth, and when he saw Fan Yingying rushing towards him, he couldn't help but curse secretly, damn monster, he took out a picture scroll from his arms, he quickly stretched out the picture scroll, and with a casual move towards it, the lifelike big dog that was originally painted on the picture scroll appeared in front of Zhou Junrong in the air.

Zhou Junrong turned over and rode on the big dog in front of him, grabbed the back hair on the big dog's neck tightly with both hands, lowered his head and approached the big dog's ears and ordered, "Run." ”

The big dog carried Zhou Junrong and turned around and ran.

Fan Yingying followed closely and chased out a considerable distance, but the big dog ran fast, she saw that the distance was getting farther and farther, and she was worried that she would lose the rain if she got lost, so she had to give up and go back.

When Fan Yingying found Zou Yu, Zou Yu was still unconscious, and she had no choice but to continue to carry Zou Yu on her back. When she got up, she accidentally saw the real body of the paper boy, thought about it, walked over, picked up the paper boy and put it in her arms.

Fan Yingying carried Zou Yu forward, and didn't go far before she found that Zhou Junrong was actually back and followed her not far away.

Fan Yingying was angry, turned around to chase, and without running two steps, Zhou Junrong rode away on a dog and ran away.

Chasing and catching up like this, I don't know how far I went, but the cave seems to have no end, and I can never see the exit, the more I go inside, Fan Yingying's cave is very huge, and when it reaches the depths, it extends countless branches.

Fan Yingying carried Zou Yu on her back and walked in when she saw the fork, and she didn't know how many forks she had taken, and her physical strength, which she originally felt was too vigorous, began to gradually lose her strength.

Fan Yingying's footsteps became heavier and heavier, she looked at the seemingly boundless cave in front of her, and her intuition continued like this, she was afraid that they would really get lost in the underground cave, but she didn't dare to turn around and walk back, she was in a dilemma for a while, and she couldn't help but grit her teeth with more and more hatred for Zhou Junrong.