Am I afraid? Fear, fear is terrible, but a soul wants to be strong beyond the mortal womb and dare to face fear, which is the most basic premise.

You can be afraid, but don't let fear take away your remaining courage.

Before I even came into contact with the feminine object, I felt a tingling pain in my skin, which was a danger signal from my subconscious.

Behind me, the ring formed by the corpse mist isolated the outside aura, and Xiao Burying and Zhu Feiyue couldn't help me.

"The soul of a living man." Surrounded by a dark corpse mist, the old man on the far right pointed at me.

"It's delicious." The old man on the left took over.

The old man in the middle: "He's a rakshasa." ”

"But he's too weak, he's not as good as his father, his father can't win, he can't win."

Standing opposite the three femininities, my heart twisted into a ball, after so many years, they not only remember my father, but even saw at a glance that I am a descendant of the Li family!

The old men have a word, and I have a word, and they shouted in a sharp voice:

"Kid."

"We eat you, but only half of you."

"The remaining half will be sent to Hades."

"There, in the universe, is the sum total of all despair in the universe."

"We came from Hades, and we know what it looks like."

"Hades has tormented us like this."

"You're next."

"Go to hell and be blessed!"

The bodies of the three old men turned into corpse mist, appearing and disappearing, and rushed towards me like lightning!

What a speed!

At that moment, the freeze became eternity.

It's over before it even starts.

Slow-motion playback, the moment of contact, I left hand scissors, towards the middle of the old man slashed, its body floated in the air, face back to the side to dodge, but unexpectedly, the palm of the small scissors, under the blessing of the flame aura, directly extended to Zhang Xu! The illusory blade formed by the flames directly cut off half of its skull!

This is the true power of the thirteen shears of the grave! In front of the shaver, even the feminine thing cannot escape death!

Almost at the same time, a copper comb slipped out of my left sleeve and gently combed it over the second old man's heavenly spirit cover.

Its hair fell from the roots, and bursts of black smoke oozed from its scalp, and it didn't even have time to scream, so it fell to the ground and died.

When the old man on the far right pounced, he was greeted by a razor.

My pupils contracted violently, and my right hand made an inhuman gesture, and the razor between my two fingers, under the extension of the flames, turned into a huge ghost's head, and the old man's throat was cut open by me, but he did not die, and before he landed, he waved his hands and threw three small wreaths of miserable blue at me.

The first wreath was shattered by the arc of my fingertips, and the second burned the flames in my palm.

The last wreath was simply torn to pieces by my bare hands.

After the old man landed, my fingers flicked towards him continuously, and arcs of electricity flew out of his fingertips, and his whole body burst into scorched smoke.

With a crazy roar, I stepped on it hard, and the old man's little head was trampled on by me.

Is it over? No.

In the surrounding corpse mist, three little old men came out again, still familiar and twisted figures, so we used our previous actions to do it again.

With a left-handed scissor to cut the skull, a comb to wipe the head, a razor to cut the throat, and then three small wreaths appeared in front of my eyes......

As soon as they were killed in the same way, the three old men were resurrected from the corpse mist again.

Then the second, the third......

This process, in a strange way, was repeated many times before it quietly stopped.

Sorry, I can't describe what it was like I was going on, it was happening so fast, but so slow that it seemed like a century.

When the corpse fog dissipated, the corpses of the three old men lay on the ground, and I, spurting blood, my eyes were dark, and I didn't know anything anymore.

It seems that the actual situation is not as simple as I described, over and over again, in the process of slaughtering these old men with the thirteen scissors of the Yin Tomb, I was also mortally wounded.

How did the injury come about? I can't tell, but in my memory, none of the three little old men had physical contact with me.

The answer to this question is as deep as the universe itself.

For us who are small, the unknown is inexplicable in itself.

For a moment, I thought I was dead.

I slept for an unknown amount of time in the deep cold, and when I opened my eyes tiredly, I saw myself lying on the back of the little burial.

She carried me on her back and walked down the stairs step by step, my upper body wrapped in a lot of gauze, and blood kept gushing out of my skin.

I fainted again.

When I opened my eyes for the second time, I looked around in confusion, and the space in front of me seemed strange:

"Brother Li, are you awake?" The little burial carried me on his back, and his eyes scanned the huge bookcases in front of him:

"We've arrived at the library, this is the lowest level of the Taoist temple, and further down, there is the Demon Tower."

I closed my eyes and asked her weakly, "Just now...... What happened? I don't remember if I was hurt? ”

Xiao Burying sighed and said, "You, what do you say?" You haven't even learned the thirteen scissors, so you're too reluctant to deal with three yin objects at the same time, and if you survive, it's already good. ”

I still didn't understand, and the insidious peak said coldly to me: "Just now, you fell into their illusion and vomited blood and fell to the ground, it was me and Lao Cui who cleaned up the mess for you." ”

"In other words, what I saw just now was fake? The loser...... It's me? ”

"Nonsense, Brother Li, you lost a lot!" Xiao Burying said angrily: "You also underestimate the Yin Thing, do you think that if you can fight the Rakshasa Realm Consummated Person, you can also fight the Yin Thing?" You don't know...... The yin of the same level is much more powerful than the living. ”

"You were beaten by three old men and vomited blood and fell to the ground, but they didn't do anything at all, and your little broken scissors were twisted into twists by them."

Zhu Feiyue smiled and stuffed the cigarette into my mouth: "Li Zhiwen has a new trick, I feel that I can fly, I ran to the yin thing to find the picture, pretended to be a wolf with a big tail, and was slapped in the face." ”

Who would have thought that the first time I fought with the femininity, I was actually defeated, before the move, the old man said that I was not as good as my father, I was not convinced, now look, people are really right.

I didn't expect it, there are also femininities that can be illusioned, I thought about it, just a few knives and a few scissors, and it was too easy to win, it turned out that it was just an illusion of illusion.

This fiasco made me feel ashamed at the same time, and the fear in my soul made my scalp tingle.

Without the help of my companions, half of my soul would have been eaten by them, and the remaining half would have gone to the underworld to report.

I don't know how my father cracked the illusion of the three old men back then?

"It's not a bad thing to fail." Xiao Burying comforted me and said: "At least it can make you recognize the reality, don't think that if you win a few battles, you will feel invincible, according to Brother Zhu's words, within the scope of the Rakshasa Realm, you are still a younger brother." ”

"When, you can't find an opponent in the Rakshasa Realm, let's think about wrestling with the Yin Thing."

Cui Taichu, Evil Farmer and the others all smiled at me, I blushed, and changed the subject: "What about the third old man? ”

Xiao Burying: "I was taken away by Uncle Yin." ”

Yin Feng frowned and said, "Li Zhiwen, if you weren't so strong that you were perverted, you would have died in the hands of Yin Things." ”

I looked at him angrily: "Why didn't you remind me before I started?" ”

I knew that the yin thing could do illusions, how could I be like an iron, pretending to be that big-tailed wolf?

Yin Peak smiled evilly: "You little child, you don't know the height of the sky, don't suffer a loss, can you remember it for a long time?" ”

He put away his smile and said with a serious face: "Remember! Never underestimate any enemy! Whatever he is! ”

Lying on the back of the little burial, I smelled the sweet floral fragrance on her short hair, lowered my head and agreed, "Uncle Yin, I remember." ”

Everyone stared at the spacious library in front of them and said nothing.

There was a fire that year, and nothing was left, only a few bookcases, which stood there charred and black.

The whole library is so gloomy that it is depressing.

A huge gray-white snake skeleton, lying in the middle of the floor, witnessed the events of that year.

Zhu Feiyue stepped forward and lightly touched the snake bone with his fingers, and it immediately turned to ashes and dissipated.

"Where's the Demon Tower?" Cui Taichu looked around, and a large group of fireflies popped up, illuminating the library miserably, but here, there was no downward passage.

"I know." The taciturn evil peasant suddenly spoke: "The passage to the demon tower requires a mechanism to open. ”