After the paper man closed his mouth, his face turned pale again.

This is naturally the troubled paper man controlled by Li He, after he practiced the path of Ruixi. A cold aura rose in his body, like ice cubes in a 10,000-year-old cold cave, slamming into his blood vessels.

Not only is it blocked, but it is smooth and free, but the gloomy aura always suppresses the feelings in the mind, as if it has become an impersonal monster.

It stands to reason that cultivators cannot suppress the aura of bad omen on their own, and can only neutralize this erosion with the help of auspicious rays.

The Bad Omen Catalogue is another method, like a prison, which both imprisons and records everything about the bad omen, completely dismembering them, and achieving perfect control.

The cost is also obvious, even if the catalogue can weaken the erosion caused by the bad omen, it is a living person who controls it, and it will become unbalanced and completely disintegrate over time.

Even if it can be stopped now, what about the future? If the detention is an even more terrible omen, one day it will embark on the road of no return.

By that time, perhaps the catalogue still existed, but the person Li He had disappeared, replaced by a corpse with no emotions and only following the rules.

The paper figure moved, its body was very light, and the speed of dodging was several times faster than usual. When the paper arm is swung, the force is very strong, comparable to the fist swing of several adults.

What's even more terrifying is that there is an ominous atmosphere brewing around the paper figure, and staying with it for a long time will produce a feeling of exhaustion, decay, and fatigue, as if it is shrouded in calamity.

When he opened those inky eyes, the person who looked at him was shocked and cursed.

This method, he used it when he fought against the red tongue next to the bitter tea spiritual spring, and he only subconsciously fought against it at that time, but now he has mastered the breathing method, and he can use it more freely.

Of course, the greatest role of the Troubled Paper Man, or the catastrophe, has long been written in the catalogue.

Li He shrugged his shoulders, and suddenly another paper figure suddenly walked out behind him, similar in appearance, but even more eerie, like a corpse that had just been dug up from a cemetery.

It was also faceless, and the paper that made up its body was yellowed, and it didn't even have hands, holding only two round paper sticks.

With Li He's current strength, he can only urge such a mutilated paper figure, and the number is one.

"Could it be that the paper figures in Li Zhen are evolved like this?"

He couldn't help but recall the weirdness he encountered in Li Zhenzhong, the handmaid of the Zhen family, his cousin Lieberthal, and the bizarre night of the fire.

To be able to silently erode so far and not yet be discovered shows the horror of the bad omen. You must know that Li Zhen has a master who controls the Seven Grades of Xiangrui, but he still hasn't noticed it.

But if both of them are bad omens, and they are too realistic, every word and deed is no different from ordinary people, can the paper figure really be so lifelike? It's scary to think about.

To put it bluntly, the troubled paper man or the catalogue stole a trace of the other party's death, and the bad omen of the real invasion of Li Zhen must be even more weird.

Li He felt that leaving Li Zhen should be to avoid trouble for the time being.

But in the dream, the scene of the manifestation made him understand that he might not be able to escape this catastrophe, and he had to deal with it as soon as possible.

[M: The threat is gradually approaching, but it is also where the opportunity lies, eliminating the disaster after a week and strengthening the strength]

[Award: A Nine Grades of Xiangrui]

Looking at the words outlined on the pages in front of him, Li He gradually understood the rules of the catalogue.

The so-called tasks and rewards are nothing more than the transformation of the remaining consciousness into the most straightforward desire in his heart, which guides the so-called screening.

But in reality, the catalogue gives a bad omen.

The so-called bad omen, the sign of bad luck, every catastrophe is a test, if you can survive it, you will naturally have a harvest, if you can't hold it, you don't know the end for the time being, but it will definitely not be better.

This harvest did not come out of nowhere, but was more like a kind of fate that guided him to receive the reward.

For example, the first bad omen, the second breathing.

The golden finger of his dream is actually more like a Taoist book full of footnotes to bad luck.

But this dessert smeared with poison, he had to eat.

Of course, if it's just a never-ending bad luck, there will be a day when it will fall.

Shenrui left two key revelations.

"The catalogue is both a cage and a record. The only one who can suppress the bad omen is the one who ends with fate. ”

"Those who have a catalogue must not be fused with auspiciousness. But they can live with it and delay calamity! ”

Li He looked at the handwriting that slowly disappeared under his feet and fell into deep thought.

The previous generation controlled the catalogue with this unnamed Shenrui, although he didn't know its name, but he knew its power by the title of the Divine Rui Beast alone.

But it still can't stop the erosion of time and the danger of disaster.

Today's Bad Omen Catalogue is obviously incomplete, what kind of calamity makes it difficult for them to resist, and they are dying and have to leave a legacy?

Li He's mind couldn't help but think of the twelve mist hidden in the starry sky, the fear that transcended everything, could it be them?

Shenrui didn't leave any message except for these two sentences, in fact, even if he told the truth, what was the use, he was still too weak now.

Even the other party didn't leave a way to control the catalog, but only gave the characteristics of the catalog, did he hope that Li He would go out of his own way.

"Think of me so much!"

Shaking his head involuntarily, the body of the paper figure walked in the dark book, Li He pondered.

"Needless to say, the risk of managing bad omens is not to mention, and every time a calamity takes the life of a living being, it is not easy to control. But more importantly, they have no thoughts and emotions, how can they be conditioned? ”

"After all, it still has to fall on people, relying on those who have no feelings and will always produce harm, and they will eventually be eaten by them."

He stood still and muttered.

"Dao Country, Bad Omen Dao Country!"

"Auspicious symbiosis, delay calamity."

Li He's paper blinked, and he seemed to have a slight eyebrow, but he still needed to be verified.

But if this is the case, Shenrui will not be defeated so far, and there must be some sinister obstacles in it.

Another point is that the world is not peaceful in front of us, the various countries are in chaos, the people are not happy, and the manifestation of bad omens is even more frequent.

At least in the ancient capital country, the cultivation of orthodoxy is the fusion of auspicious and bad omen, and I have never heard of anyone who can directly manipulate bad omen. After all, the strength of auspicious rui lies more in cultivation and resources, but bad omen is a sharp weapon for killing, and the neutralization of the two is also for the cultivation of the wise Tao.

There are even some cultivators who prefer to merge auspicious cultivation alone, and achieve the same effect by controlling some strange artifacts, without having to suffer a bad omen. But this strength is weaker, and he is more of a person in charge of resources in the Dao Division.

At present, he controls the troubled paper man, but he has not fused the auspicious matter, and he must not leak it. Fortunately, the damage to the purple jade gourd was in a dream, and no one knew about it. The rest of the people in Kuchaling have not cultivated, so it is difficult to identify. You have to find a way to cover it up.

According to the portents of the catalogue, Kuchaling may be auspicious.

Thinking of this, Li He opened his eyes suddenly, the room was quiet and dark, and a yellowed paper figure slowly walked out from behind him, his head lowered and motionless, and his rough face suddenly cracked a fine line, as if it had been cut by a blade.

Li He took out the torn red tongue and filled it through the crack.

Suddenly there was a whisper, a roar, a scolding, a sadness, a cry, and a panic. Mixed together, it's like entering a vegetable market.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound finally died down.

The paper man opened his mouth again, stretched out a long tongue of dozens of centimeters, and swung up and down with great flexibility, like the core of a snake.

Li He put his finger on the tip of his tongue, and it was extremely soft, like the tongue of a twenty-eight-year-old girl.

But slowly, the cold smell permeated, and the tongue gradually dried, turning back into a paper roll, covered with bright red flesh grains.

"Hey, hey!"

The eerie laughter shuddered and floated through the room.