Pamuk was struggling, nervous.

Such a good seedling of two ideological masters.

If it is destroyed, he will hate the world.

At the same time, I will not forgive myself.

As he watched dozens of black-clothed men continue to gather around this side, Pamuk's heart was clear.

He knew what was needed of him at this point.

There is nothing left to keep, nothing to lose.

He took out his pen and clip, and a dozen pages of bayleaf paper flipped in the wind on the clip.

Dozens of men in black were still thirty meters away from Pamuk.

On the first leafy paper, a monster tiger quickly jumped.

The Intermediate Elementary Level of the Earth Realm, this is the highest limit that Pamuk can release.

Pamuk's face turned pale.

Each time a Tiger is released, his health drops by one point.

The drawing was very fast, and a dozen tigers quickly pounced.

"Oh no, monster tiger!"

"Prepare for the jungle!"

One of the men in black shouted.

Apparently the leader of this group of black-clad assassins.

More than a dozen tigers continued to release their roaring skills.

The claw's metallic physical attack is also very sharp.

Under the control of Pamuk's mind, four or five tigers often besieged one person.

This is the terrible thing about the Mind Master, especially the unique skill of the Mind Master.

But this is a drain on the life force of the minder.

In just one minute, Pamuk's hair had already begun to turn gray.

A dozen tigers, a dozen gray hairs.

Crowd control attacks also consume mental energy.

Dozens of black-clad assassins calmed down after a brief moment of panic.

They found that the level strength of these tigers did not seem to be very strong.

One of the men in black was clearly the most powerful of the bunch.

Comes and goes like the wind, and a tiger will be killed when he strikes.

In half an hour, Pamuk reached the point of emaciation.

He sat down, his mouth and nose dripping blood, and his hair was half white.

But he did not give up and continued to draw a flying tiger on Bayeux paper with all his heart.

A monster tiger with wings.

There is one more skill, and that is the air attack.

Defenses have been greatly enhanced.

The Winged Tiger needs to build momentum, and it is not something that can be drawn at the beginning.

It takes at least half an hour to build up momentum to draw a winged tiger.

With a reluctant stroke of Pamuk's pen, the tiger "Ang~" flew out, and Pamuk spurted out a mouthful of blood.

It's the limit.

The remaining minds must be used to control the remaining monsters, the Tiger and the Winged Tiger.

The addition of the Winged Tiger puts the Man in Black on the back foot.

This is because many of the attack skills are sent from the air.

The black-clad assassins couldn't reach it, but it could blast their souls with roaring thoughts.

Several men in black fell into a state of vertigo and collapsed.

The black-clothed assassin with the highest strength couldn't see it well, this winged tiger's attack and defense were too powerful.

Immediately retreated.

He understands a little now.

The appearance of these tiger monsters and winged tigers seems to have something to do with the three messengers not far ahead.

Pulling away, he made a decisive decision.

Sure enough, after more than thirty meters, these tiger monsters and winged tigers immediately stopped.

Pamuk's heart was sad.

If the enemy is so persistent, when he is exhausted, will he not be captured?

The leader of the men in black was so smart.

Pamuk then took his thoughts, and the tiger monster and winged tiger disappeared into the night.

The black-clad assassins were also worried in their hearts.

If you pounce on it, you may attract more tigers.

In this attack, the black-clothed assassin was blocked by the tiger monster from thirty meters away, injuring five people.

One was killed by Pamuk, three were bitten by a delicate tiger, and one was injured by a winged tiger.

After ten minutes of holding on, Pamuk regained some of his senses.

The collapsed body sat up straight again.

Another ten minutes passed.

The men in black couldn't figure it out, but they refused to retreat, and gathered there to plot.

Pamuk was also panicking, he didn't know what else these men in black would do.

Immediately he struggled to stand up and walked forward slowly.

Near.

These men in black must be approached and pushed back.

So, the elegant and dashing Pamuk unleashed the tiger monster from his brush as he walked.

Take ten steps and put one.

At this moment, Pamuk came to the thirty meters just now, and the tiger could already reach those men in black.

The leader of the black-clad assassins fought to kill the three tigers.

At last it became clear that it was a great mind-master who was coming towards them.

I hesitated for a moment.

So, he waved his hand and led the crowd back.

Pamuk is like a shepherd in the night.

The Tiger of Mind was constantly unleashed in his hand, forcing these black-clothed assassins back a hundred meters.

Then, sit down cross-legged.

Rest meditation to recover.

Dozens of black-clothed assassins were a little confused, how could this be fought?

The Mindmaster seems to be able to summon an endless array of tiger monsters.

In this way, Pamuk relied on this meticulous stunt to block the black-clothed assassin all night.

Two days and two nights passed, and Charlotte and Mosuyalai showed no signs of awakening.

It's the third day, and I'm finally able to condense an iron bead.

Pamuk was comforted, but the men in black didn't retreat.

It seems that there is a steady stream of black-clad assassins gathered behind him.

The morning sun finally showed its face.

Pamuk was standing under a large oak tree at this time.

Dressed in black, with a white and shiny belt.

With a paintbrush.

Holding the picture clip in both hands, he closed his eyes and stared, and remained still.

More than a hundred black-clothed people covered their faces and did not dare to step forward from a hundred meters away.

The men in black saw Pamuk, but Pamuk didn't look at them at all.

I couldn't see clearly at night, and then I found that Pamuk was alone.

The two children in the back sat there meditating.

The black-clad assassin finally moved.

More than a hundred people pounced.

Pamuk sighed.

Pulling out the brush, spreading out the clip, with a big stroke of the brush, a sun flashed out.

Dazzling!

Light Burst!

Bright Blind Dog's Eyes!

The dozen or so black-clad assassins who rushed to the front were suddenly blinded.

Pamuk exploited the fear of tigers at night, and during the day he resorted to fire and violence.

The sun is blowing!

One sun after another flew out of the clip.

There is no grass growing within 30 meters.

The flames burned high.

A wall of fire stood in the way of the men in black.

The black-clad assassin hesitated and split his forces.

More than thirty black-clad assassins attacked Charlotte and Mosuya.

Pamuk was taken aback.

It was this trick that he was most afraid of.

Immediately, a large river flew out of the painting.

Roaring at thirty meters from Charlotch and Mosuya.

Then he quickly drew dozens of ferocious crocodiles with his right hand and threw them into the river.

More than thirty men in black were intimidated.

Fire on this side, water on the other.

Fire and water!

Pamuk's potential was stretched to its limits.

By this time, he had no regard for his own safety.

Ten years of life are exhausted.

But he doesn't regret it!

Pamuk decided to use his life today to protect the awakening of the Orb of Mind of Charlotte and Mosuya.

He was curious about what kind of beads the two monsters would condense.

Rain of arrows!

Arrows flew out of Pamuk's bay leaf paper.

In an instant, hundreds of arrows were fired at the black-clothed assassin on the opposite side of the fire and water.

The arrows were controlled in all directions by Pamuk, who did not hesitate to wear out his mind.

More than 100 men in black have all become the targets of Pamuk's eyes and minds.

These arrows are not accurate.

The black-clothed assassin was caught off guard by this rain of arrows, and immediately injured more than a dozen of them.

Fire and water had already taken them by surprise.

The rain of arrows poured down, and the black-clothed assassin's position was suddenly chaotic.

Retreat.

More than a hundred men in black retreated another fifty meters.

Pamuk's nasal cavity was dripping with blood.

The hair is all white.

The charm of the originally chic and handsome middle-aged man suddenly aged ten years.

Pamuk took a deep breath and stepped forward over the wall of fire to take in the river.

The flames of the sun's light burst out behind Pamuk.

The river disappears invisibly.

Pamuk was still a hundred meters away from the black-clad assassins who refused to retreat.

Then sit down cross-legged.

Meditation!

This momentum actually shocked nearly a hundred black-clothed assassins.

The black-clothed assassins looked at each other, looking at this god-like existence, and did not dare to take a step forward.

The leader of the black-clothed assassins calmly analyzed the battle situation just now, and judged that what Pamuk was most afraid of was close quarters.

And the reason why he approached step by step was mainly for the two children behind him who were sitting upright and meditating.

That is, Charlotte and Mosuah.

So, I had a plan in my heart.

Take turns.

In two waves, a wave of thirty people, they rushed to Pamuk, Charlotchi, and Mosuya respectively.

Launched at the same time, Pamuk couldn't do it all at once.

"Up!"

The leader of the black-clad assassins gave an order, and the two squads moved.

The speed of the Assassins was very fast.

Some people have acceleration gear, such as wind boots, etc.

As long as you are willing to spend Magic Mountain Coins, you can buy skill equipment.

These can be purchased in the ancient martial arts cultivation shops in Lingluo City.

But it's expensive.

Generally, only the children of those who practice ancient martial arts with better conditions at home can afford it.

There are also some mercenaries who always follow the master to dart, and in the adventure of the bodyguard, they capture the inner dan soul bone of the monster in the wild area in exchange.

There are also mercenaries who kill their opponents and grab darts to make a fortune in exchange for high-level equipment - inscriptions and skins.

Pamuk knew that the other party had seen through his true purpose.

Immediately draw a big blue bird and jump on the back of the bird.

Then shoot an arrow down from the air.

He kept retreating, keeping a distance of thirty meters from the black-clad assassin.

The opponent can't hurt himself, but he can fly a kite to attack.

The clusters of arrows were accurate, and the two teams were immediately repelled by the rain of arrows.

The leader of the men in black froze.

I knew that the Mind Master was powerful, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful.

He actually resisted more than 100 people on his own side for so long.

"Rush me!"

"I don't believe that his mind is endless!"

"Consume him too!"

The leader of the black-clad assassins is an old man, and he doesn't know how many darts he has protected and how many dangers he has experienced.

Although I had never encountered a Mind Master before, today was the first time.

But with a wealth of combat experience, he quickly found a way to defeat Pamuk.

As a result, two detachments of black-clad assassins rushed towards Charlotte and Mosuya in a scattered formation.

Pamuk levitates in mid-air, unable to attack.

can only outflank Charlotte and Mosuya.

Sure enough, this move was indeed vicious, and Pamuk hesitated a little.

The arrows in his hand did not stop, but his height also decreased.

Hanging in the air is too damaging to the mind.

Pamuk's old age has been deteriorating.

Pamuk doesn't think about his situation now.

As long as there is still a breath left, you must block this wave of people in black.