I was really a little anxious in my heart, but I didn't dare to make any mistakes in my movements, and I only pierced my eyes, and there were two rapid sounds of "whew, whew" in my ears, and the huge tentacles smashed towards me with a strong wind.

At that time, I didn't think much about it, I still shook the gun into a flower, and wanted to rely on a soft force to melt the strength of the tentacles.

But the moment the blood trough touched the tentacles, I suddenly realized that something was wrong.

The force from the tentacles has changed, no longer the stiff force of fierce smashing, but the majestic strength of the waves.

That power, wave after wave, each wave is incomparably majestic.

As soon as I came into contact, I knew that such a force could not be dissolved, and I didn't dare to hesitate at the moment, so I immediately reversed the body of the gun and directly pointed out a little cang.

Burst!

The tentacles were pierced by the blade of the spear, and then I backhanded the spear upwards, and the waist-thick tentacles were instantly cut off.

One whisker snapped, and then seven or eight long whiskers whistled in, and when these tentacles smashed at me before, the movements were very simple, although the speed was fast, but I could barely resist it, but this time, I first saw those huge tentacles dangling in the air, and then I could only see a continuous stream of phantoms.

These tentacles seem to have suddenly learned some kind of mysterious technique, and when they move, they are separated like ghosts, and I only know that they are fast and powerful, but it is difficult to see through their movements.

A large stream of phantoms flashed quickly in the air, and in the next moment, I saw eight black shadows surrounding me in eight directions.

I didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately walked back, and as soon as I withdrew two or three meters, I saw that the tentacles that were still vague and dangling suddenly appeared in front of me, they were like eight fingers, and as soon as they appeared, they were clenched together.

Thanks to the blessing of my mind, I can see the scene that appears after a fraction of a second, otherwise, I would not be able to avoid being surrounded by tentacles like this, no matter how fast I am in my body.

I've roughly estimated the length of the tentacles before, and supposedly from where I'm standing, even if the tentacles are fully extended, they won't be able to enclose me, at most the tips will touch me.

Looking closely at your tentacles, I realize that they have become thinner and longer than before.

No, if it goes on like this, I'll get hit sooner or later.

In the face of these powerful and sharp toothed tentacles, it is really dead if you touch it, and you will die if you rub it, as long as you hit it, I will be finished.

After a short period of thought, I quickly took out seven Three Immortal Talismans, urged the light array again, and used the array rhyme to suppress the speed of the King of the Yellow Clothes.

I found that whenever the tentacles moved, the source of evil qi in the body of the king in yellow would tremble rapidly, just as the blood would flow around the body at a faster speed after the heart rate rose, and a large stream of evil qi quickly burst out of the heart to provide power for each tentacle.

The evil qi itself does not feed the tentacles as power, but as it continues to tremble, the evil qi that permeates the air will quickly attach to the surface of the tentacles and provide power to the tentacles.

In other words, the evil qi in the heart and mouth is just the engine, and the evil qi that permeates the air is the energy source.

The light array could not directly penetrate the chest of the King of Yellow, but it could dispel the evil qi that permeated the air.

As long as there is no energy, the power and speed of the tentacles will be reduced.

With this in mind, I tried my best to concentrate the array towards the stone tower to suppress the evil aura that was permeating everywhere.

This did have some effect, the tentacles flicked a little slower, but they were still shadowy when they swung up, and it was difficult to grasp the trajectory of movement.

I swung my spear, trying to fend off a new wave of tentacles whirring.

As soon as the gun and the shadow intersected, I felt a strange stirring force, as if I had plunged the head of the gun directly into the meat grinder, if I hadn't used a little cang at that time, the force on the blade of the gun would have been very large, maybe such a stirring could have directly stirred the fishbone gun away.

After probing such a virtual reality, I didn't dare to fight hard, and immediately put away my gun and retreated, and at the same time continuously condensed my mental power, directly urging the three immortal talismans in my backpack and pocket.

Relying on the continuous release of telekinesis and runic rhyme, the speed of the tentacles was finally completely suppressed.

They're just as slow as they were when they first started fighting, but even then I'm going to have to use all my skills to defuse their attacks.

While struggling to shoot the gun, I had to keep condensing my mental power, I had never experienced such a high-consumption battle, and within two or three minutes before and after, a huge exhaustion was revealed.

Needless to say, the key is that due to the excessive consumption of mental power, my brain quickly entered a state of half-consciousness and half-awake.

It felt like I hadn't slept for two nights in a row, and my whole brain was a little numb.

Either continue to fight for consumption, fight until the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and then be stoned to death by tentacles, or surrender directly and be stoned to death now.

I'll admit, I did make a big deal this time, because I never expected the King in Yellow to find out about me, let alone that this thing would be so difficult to deal with.

Maybe it's the recent smooth sailing that makes me proud, or maybe it's because after opening the fourth spiritual sense, my strength has skyrocketed and I get carried away.

It seems that people still need to be humble, modesty can save life, and pride makes people lose their lives.

Besides, I'm not proud, I'm just a little bit of a big enemy, and I'm almost dying!

Not only is my physical strength and mental strength consumed too quickly, but even the more than 200 Three Immortal Talismans on my body are turning into pieces of waste paper at an extremely fast speed.

For a moment, I felt that the three immortal talismans in my backpack had been consumed more than half, and my heart suddenly tightened, and my hand was slightly out of sight.

At that time, I made a little stance, originally trying to block a tentacle that swept from the bottom left, but I didn't expect that with a flick of my wrist, the head of the gun directly rubbed to the ground.

I immediately adjusted the path of the gun, but the tip of the gun still failed to pierce the tentacles that swept from the whip, and only hit a sharp tooth very close to the tip of the tentacle.

When humming

First, a piercing sound of impact came to my ears, and then, the entire barrel of the gun quickly trembled from the impact just now.

The strength on the blade of the gun has also changed from a point to a shock.

In the past, when I used to use a little canggun, I didn't use such a force, the point is the point, the frame is the frame, and the emphasis is on a clean and neat one, so I haven't found that such a shock is the essence of the pursuit of fire, when the gun shaft trembles, the force on the gun shaft and the gun head is real, but the force in the gun core is virtual.

Moreover, only the shock can spread to the periphery in the form of a shock wave after hitting the target, like a spark on fire.

It turns out that the essence of the fire style lies in this word "shock"!