At this moment, there was a dull sound of breathing behind him, and the evil spirit with a stitched face realized that he had turned around to look.

In the field of vision, it is a monster with a human body and a tiger's head.

His sharp claws shimmered in the night, black liquid dripping from them.

Grinning slightly, his sharp teeth seemed sharper than even his jagged teeth.

It's a new monster again!

Was it that it had just killed seven of its companions in an instant?

Compared to the snake, this tiger-like monster seemed to be much more powerful.

Now I have no chance of winning!

Will you die? No! No!

If you die, then you really have to disappear in this world.

In fear, the evil spirit of the stitched face raised his palms excitedly.

"You're the one who will die! Die, monster!"

With an angry roar, countless black lines flew out of his palm, filling the ground and sky.

The thin lines were sharper than daggers, and the peach blossom petals fell on the black lines, and they were cut in half and half in an instant.

Whoa!

Black lines streaked across the dirt, and the solid ground was cut into pieces at once.

The thin thread melts into the air and becomes ubiquitous.

Eventually intertwined, covering the tiger head monster.

It wasn't until the stitched face demon saw that the tiger-headed monster was completely penetrated by his own black thread, that he immediately let out a smug laugh: "Hahaha! I've tasted the pain of a thousand cuts!"

But he was halfway through his laughter when his voice stopped abruptly.

Because the so-called monster in front of him slowly turned into an afterimage and disappeared.

It turned out that what the black line strangled was just an illusory afterimage.

Roar!

A gloomy growl came from behind.

The evil spirit of the stitched face suddenly gave birth to a terrifying feeling.

He turned his head slightly, and saw the terrifying face again.

"You...... What kind of monster are you?" Screaming, the half-human, half-tiger monster in front of him was simply elusive.

More like a demon than a demon!

"Kill him!" The willow tidbits in the distance gave a faint order.

After receiving the order, the tiger demon's eyes instantly sharpened.

The evil spirit of the stitched face was suddenly glared at, and he was so frightened that he immediately took a few steps back, but at this moment he also reacted, quickly retracted all the threads, and blocked in front of him.

Roar!

A roar.

Immediately after, a flash of light flashed in the vision of the evil spirit of the stitched face.

The dense threads that condensed in front of him were cut into countless segments in an instant.

Then his pupil was cut open by a bloodstain.

Unconscious, the body is split in two straight and then falls to the sides.

At this time, Liu Huada, who was waiting for the opportunity, opened her mouth and inhaled, and immediately the body that was divided into two halves turned into true yin qi and was sucked into her body.

The tiger demon on the side wiped his own blood-stained paws, and looked down at the remaining figures in the distance, his pupils filled with bloodthirsty light.

Blood was everywhere, and countless buildings in the surrounding area collapsed because of the ripples caused by the fighting.

Countless powerless human beings struggled.

The blood on the ground soon began to vaporize and then melt into the air.

The color of the blood stained the petals red.

.......

Ye Fan was able to catch up with the jujube wood sword, and saw that the person who was chasing and killing had been thrown far away, at this time Ye Fan had already come to the outside of Peach Blossom Street, and there was a mysterious film of light in the distance.

That should be the boundary of this dream world.

I don't know what kind of place it will be outside of that light film.

Ye Fan couldn't help but have this thought.

Soon his attention was drawn to Qiu Xiaodie's painful moans.

What's going on?

Surprised, Ye Fan immediately controlled the jujube wood sword to fly towards the ground.

Towards a boulder on the ground, the jujube wood sword slowly sank.

As soon as she landed on the stone face, Qiu Xiaodie immediately collapsed.

She hugged her alone in agony, her body trembling slightly.

Seeing this scene, Ye Fan was also very worried about Qiu Xiaodie's safety: "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Xiaodie struggled and squeezed out her voice in pain: "Pain! It hurts! It's like your whole body is torn apart!"

"You! Sit up!"

Ye Fan said with a serious face.

But Qiu Xiaodie was already exhausted.

"I don't have the strength anymore, you can help me!" Qiu Xiaodie looked at Ye Fan with a weak look in her eyes.

Ye Fan hesitated again and again, and finally nodded.

When he helped Qiu Xiaodie up, Ye Fan saw that Qiu Xiaodie's entire face turned red.

"Thank you!" Qiu Xiaodie thanked Ye Fan softly, and maintained complete trust in Ye Fan.

Feeling the body temperature at close range, and the unique fragrance of the girl, Ye Fan also had a strange feeling in his heart, but he quickly suppressed this thought, and Ye Fan put his finger on the back of her head.

Ye Fan slowly instilled the Yuan Shen power in his body into Qiu Xiaodie's body.

to replenish her body and dispel his pain.

After replenishing Qiu Xiaodie's physical strength, Ye Fan immediately politely kept a distance from her.

"You have a good rest here! I'll go ahead and see if there's any movement!" Saying that, Ye Fan walked forward alone.

Qiu Xiaodie looked at Ye Fan's back as he slowly left, her eyes calm, not knowing what she was thinking.

Ye Fan stepped past a small dirt bag and looked straight ahead.

In the distance, there are faint dangerous fluctuations.

Ye Fan looked at the empty ground in front of the soil bag, which was empty and flat, which was very suitable for Fang Shi's play.

And this place is still some distance away from Qiu Xiaodie, and even if there is a fight, it won't affect her!

This is it!

Secretly deciding in his heart, Ye Fan took out the Qiankun bag.

He took off his dirty clothes, changed into a brown robe, and then took a purple-gold rune paper from the Qiankun bag.

Ye Fan prayed silently in his heart, "Master is above! Bless the apprentices!"

Immediately afterwards, he took out three vermilion incense sticks from the Qiankun bag belt.

Ye Fan inserted it on the ground under his feet to pay tribute to heaven and earth!

This incense is not an ordinary thing, it is usually developed from hundreds of years of camphor wood or sandalwood, called god-worshipping incense, as the name suggests, to the gods, begging for blessings.

It will only be ignited when the priest decides to fight to the death.

"The Sanqing Heavenly Immortals are above, and the disciples can be blessed by the heavens in this battle!"

Ye Fan said and deducted the next one.

A miraculous scene occurred, and the three vermilion ones burned out at a rapid rate, and then disappeared into a puff of smoke.

After a button, Ye Fan stood up.

His eyes looked firmly ahead, and then he took a step and jumped off the small dirt bag.

Landing on the flat ground, I opened the Qiankun bag, and immediately nearly a hundred talismans flew out.

Then it fell to the ground as densely as raindrops.

The golden rune paper melted into the ground in a gust of yellowish light as it approached the earth.

And Ye Fan only left two yellow talismans in his hand.

After making these preparations, Ye Fan directly sat on the spot and entered a meditative state.