After putting away the plane, Fang Shaoping's eyes kept scanning around, but he didn't find Feng Yingchun's figure at all, and he couldn't help but roar angrily:

"Burial Dragon! Something is coming at me! Tie up my horse, force you too low! ”

"Grass you!!"

The burial dragon suddenly turned over from the hammock and stood up, and immediately there were branches and leaves under his feet that automatically combined into the shape of a pedal for him to stand on, and he said with hatred:

"TM Lao Tzu, how did you beg you at that time? Don't you know that you're kneeling? If you don't kill the last Predator, it's directly related to the little life, but you still do it, you make me lose the little one, you have to be conscious, your horse's life, from that time on, is no longer in your own hands. ”

"Don't you want to see your horse? Look here! ”

The burial dragon snapped his fingers lightly, the landmark building in the central square of Dragon City, the eleven-meter-high statue of the double dragon playing with pearls, and the beads facing the two dragons' mouths, fell a strange pure white vine, Feng Yingchun was hung by the vine, full of black hair, hanging in the air!

"Sister Feng!!"

Fang Shaoping roared, the weak Feng Yingchun opened his eyes, and when he saw Fang Shaoping, his body suddenly trembled, and he said with a sad expression:

"I actually know that you are not an ordinary person, because I asked a friend in the government to check for me, the Chinese Qigong Association, as early as twenty years ago, has not recruited new members, all of them are old people, and there is no such skill code as Hard Qigong Eighth Stage......"

Fang Shaoping was silent, but the burial dragon was smiling, he just wanted Feng Yingchun to tell everything, and his love must be full of expression! Only after a while can Fang Shaoping feel the most heart-rending pain.

Feng Yingchun sobbed, and said with a firm gaze:

"But I never cared about this, because I could feel that I was in love with you, Fang Shaoping, I don't care who you are, I love you, but I also have to make you sober up, you don't love me, or rather, you only have sex for me, not love."

"Nonsense!!"

Fang Shaoping's eyes were red, and he yelled:

"Is that what you mean? Can't you feel my love for you? Do you think I'm a veteran of the love scene who deceives people's feelings and plays with women? Sister Feng! Do you need to tell me that now? It's a big deal to die together! ”

"Get out!"

Feng Yingchun, who was in tears, screamed as hard as he could:

"I don't want to see you again, get out! From now on, I will break off with you, how can you, a greedy person, a prodigal son, deserve my sincerity! If I don't die, what does it have to do with you? ”

Fang Shaoping stared at Feng Yingchun in a daze, tears finally flowed out, and he suddenly waved his hand and said:

"Don't say anything, I know what you want to do, it's nothing more than to let me go, or just let me have a stable mind, don't mess up because of you, and lose the battle, you don't have to care about these at all, because you don't understand what the world I'm in is, what I'm going through, today I can only do my best and fight to the death......"

"Ahh

Before Fang Shaoping finished speaking, Feng Yingchun had already let out a painful scream, because the white vine that hung her long hair suddenly separated into a sharp vine the thickness of chopsticks, and pierced into Feng Yingchun's pipa bone from top to bottom!

Then, Fang Shaoping was shocked and painful to see that the white vine that pierced Feng Yingchun's body was having a clear blood stain that began to gradually penetrate upward, and it was actually sucking Feng Yingchun's blood!

The eerie and mocking voice of the burial dragon rang out:

"Are you distressed? Hey, that's interesting! When this whole snow-white vine turns completely blood-red, it is when your horse's blood is sucked dry! ”

"Burial Dragon! How the hell did you let her go? You said! Fang Shaoping yelled heartbreakingly.

"It's easy!"

The burial dragon snapped his fingers lightly, and a large number of branches and leaves carried it down diagonally, and came to a position thirty meters away from Fang Shaoping and stood still.

He pointed to himself and said:

"Kill me, the White Devil Vine will become a dead thing in no time, and you can easily and happily save your lover!"

Fang Shaoping's expression was hideous, but the blood-colored pupils reflected extreme unwillingness, if you give yourself an hour to go to the main god space to complete the strengthening of the 300,000 reincarnation points, no, only give yourself half an hour, let yourself run to the exchange hall, and then squeeze to the middle of the inside, let the reincarnator who has the inner energy recovery talent inside restore the chakra to more than five thousand by percentage.

You can definitely fight the Burial Dragon!

But now, there are only more than three hundred chakras!

Only one shot of a thousand birds is a weakened version, how to fight with the burial dragon!

Turn over your hole cards directly!

The light on the right chest flashed, Fang Shaoping's right hand had already grasped the miniature version of the Fierce Ghost Gourd, a trace of red aura overflowed from the Fierce Ghost Gourd, almost in the blink of an eye, behind the Burial Dragon, the red figure of the pen fairy appeared, the miserable white and slender scarlet nail fingers, probed to the front of the Burial Dragon from behind, and grabbed his neck with both hands at the same time.

The body of the burial dragon trembled for a moment, and then suddenly something appeared on the neck, and a golden pattern of the roaring Buddha appeared, the Buddha was conjured up in the golden light, and roared at the pen fairy, and the ghost qi on the pen fairy suddenly withered to the extreme, and the body almost completely collapsed, and automatically used the phantom to shift back into Fang Shaoping's fierce ghost.

Through the attributes of the fierce ghost's gourd, Fang Shaoping saw the information that he was seriously injured by the pen immortal, and in less than thirty days, the pen immortal did not want to recover to the state of battle, and in a month's time, it was equivalent to losing the ability to summon the pen immortal.

In fact, in the gourd, there is an even more powerful ghost, Sadako.

However, it is an extremely crippled Sadako, and Fang Shaoping needs to continue to collect enough weighty Sadako's clones in order to synthesize a complete and battle-ready Sadako projection.

Therefore, the current Fang Shaoping only has a lethality of more than three hundred chakras.

Desperately rushing to his side and attacking him with illusion, if it succeeds, it is my great luck, and if it fails, it is also providential.

Fang Shaoping leaned down slightly, staring at the burial dragon thirty meters away like a cheetah waiting for an opportunity, and above his right hand, a small arc of electricity began to flicker.

"Was that a pen fairy just now? You're awesome! ”

The burial dragon smiled grimly:

"The body was almost scattered! Hehe, do you know that veterans who have really passed more than fifteen films will definitely have the skills or equipment to restrain ghosts, which is a necessary quality like the basic three-piece set of reincarnation. ”