Ling Qiong walked slowly and came to Li He's side, obviously he was shuttling among the guards, but he couldn't touch them anymore.

"It's the first time I've seen such a strange omen."

"Is there anything you can do about it?"

Li He looked at the stitching monster like a small hill and said.

"If we just look at the momentum and appearance, we can't deal with it!"

"It gives me a sense of oppression that is even stronger than the bad omen of the Eight Pins."

In this way, it is naturally not a lie, Li He has been in contact with the Eight Rank Xiangrui Li Qingzhu before, the kind of auspicious aura full of aura, and its aura is not as good as today's stitching monster.

Even if he brought Liu Ruhua over and gathered the strength of several people, he would not be able to fight against this monster.

Unless there are hundreds or thousands of his paper doppelgangers, it is possible to grind it to death, but obviously, this is not possible.

Ling Qiong glanced at the other party, he knew that Li He was not the kind of person who gave up easily.

Sure enough, Li He continued.

"But this is by no means the true face of the bad omen, if it is really so powerful, when it first comes to the Kiln Village, it can completely turn the entire village into purgatory, and let everyone be under its control."

"There is no need to gradually erode the mansion owner, bewitch the villagers, and infect step by step, until now."

Therefore, it is highly probable that the stitched thing in front of him has only become so powerful by fusing the resentment of all the hard labor in the kiln village. But we have reached the limit, we only need to free those villagers from the sea of suffering, and then we will only have to deal with the real enemy. ”

Ling Qiong looked at the fat suture and looked at the white thick tendons, like human veins, constantly squirming under the fat flesh. It's really like a body forcibly spliced together, forged into a terrifying link.

"But these dry corpses can't communicate at all, how can we dismember them?"

At this moment, Mo Rushi had already cast a formation, and Li He observed that the villagers had become quiet, constantly harvesting wheat straw, working hard, and had an idea for a while.

"I need someone to help me get involved for a while and get the rubbing skin of the Kiln Village Mansion."

"Judging from previous experience, attacking the stitching monster will not encounter a direct counterattack, but there will be a strange resurgence, and the four-colored monster will attack, and you need your help to resist one or two."

Looking at the vast mountain monster in front of him, even if Ling Qiong was brave, he would inevitably beat the drum in his heart. But thinking about Li He's past performance, he is willing to gamble.

"Okay, I'll lead away the weird attack, you can do it with peace of mind."

With that, he stepped onto the stage, and Ling Qiong's wrist with the grass ring gradually became dull. His hand faintly disappeared, and in its place was a thatched palm soaked in a little dark red blood, mottled and eerie, making people feel chilled.

It was Ling Qiong's bad omen, and I heard the rest of the mansion lords mention it slightly, called Straw Arm.

This bad omen is very good, not only because of the strange power of its influence, but also because of its tendency to encroach. The straw kept wriggling, like a moving blood vessel, shuttling back and forth, as if it could detect the most subtle changes.

No wonder Ling Qiong dared to take off his armor and give it a try, he could really feel the collection of grievances of these dry corpses, and the channel was his own straw arm.

Ling Qiong rushed to the fat suture body, raised her arm, like a sharp knife, and thrust it fiercely into a thick tendon.

Li He followed, and at the moment Ling Qiong made his move, his palm also attached it, slowly expanding, like a white paper spreading out, gently floating on the suture body, and constantly expanding and contracting.

The moment Ling Qiong's straw arm touched the thick tendons, it was worthy of the source of bad omen, directly like a giant knife, cutting a scar fiercely.

A chunk of fat lost its support, and flesh poured out like garbage.

I heard a whip in the air, which exploded suddenly, and four piles of flames 'boomed' to the ground.

A few dark figures walked out of the faint space, dressed in four-colored clothes, and walked forward.

They all looked at Ling Qiong in unison, revealing a look of fanaticism.

"Taicang has died, and the thick soil is the master!"

The man in black spread in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and the four of them formed a formation and attacked them.

Ling Qiong stood in front of Li He, first reciting the mantra, and countless grasses grew around his feet, forming a circle, forming a Dao barrier.

When the man in black touched it, he was instantly torn apart, but instead of destroying them, he twitched and deformed like clay, moving slowly through the gap.

"This is for you, it is a special auspicious human face tea from my Kucha Ridge, and the venom made of it can effectively restrain bad omens and be contaminated with ancient iron."

Li He threw out a delicate vial, which contained the essence extracted from bitter tea, which was thicker than that on the tip of the Yawei knife.

Ling Qiong didn't use it recklessly, since he was able to restrain the bad omen, his straw arm might not be able to blend. Fortunately, he had a short sword with him, which smeared the venom on the human face and slowly dissolved.

The man in black was blocked, and did not delay the attack of the rest of the weirdos.

The man in Tsing Yi rose into the air, floating like a gust of wind, and even avoided the barrier surrounded by the grass, even if there was a little cover, the whole person was divided, and attacked from all directions.

Ling Qiong was not easy to match, the blood on the straw arm became more and more intense, and each straw was wrapped around it as if it had eyes, tightly strangling every hand and foot, and even the separated head and body were trapped, unable to advance an inch.

The split body began to emit a strange aura, and its hands and feet kept deforming, as if they wanted to continue to disperse, avoiding straw.

Ling Qiong seemed to notice it, her face became gloomy, and the straw on her arm became thicker, and the strange blood flowed on it, dripping on the split cyan hands and feet, forming a kind of suppression.

While Ling Qiong was trying his best to resist, Li He was also exerting the power of shredded paper painting to rub and stitch the flesh and skin of the monster.

But the effect is not good, although he personally cast the Bad Omen Dao Method, which is several times stronger than the previous Luo Da attack, and the white paper expansion is also extremely fast, but the stitching monster is gathered by countless corpse resentments, and he can't find the target.

The imprints of people on the white paper are constantly circulating, like the imprints left by fat on the cloth, which are changeable, and there are more than a dozen people in every breath.

It's too shallow, and the breath left behind is simply not enough!

These people may be part of the composition of the sutures, but the bad omen's breath is not enough, indicating that they are just ordinary villagers. Some of the imprints will be deeper, and there will even be blood oozing, but they are only at the level of a guard.

What he is looking for is not an ordinary person, but the real person who leads the kiln village, the owner of the kiln village. Only by obtaining his physical appearance can they have a chance to completely cut the erosion of the bad omen and break the seal in the domain, otherwise they will have no chance in the face of the strangeness that gathers the entire kiln village.

Looking at the dried corpse villagers who kept harvesting rye, although they were blocked by the formation, they were not far from breaking through the barrier. Ling Qiong was even more reluctant to support and struggled to maintain.

After the attack of the black and blue treacherous people, the red and blue people also came from all directions, water and fire invaded together, the straw was ignited instantly, the raging fire was spreading, and the water flooded the grass, quickly advancing the man in black.

Li He's arms are getting thicker and thicker, almost comparable to a giant tree hugged by several people, the paper painting envelops the entire hill, his whole person's breath has become dead silent, and his eyes are as black as an abyss.

Finally, the paper painting covered the fat head, and all the shells were left on the paper painting, with thousands of prints, like a floating tutu mural.

But Li He froze in place, and his gloomy face showed a hint of surprise.

"Nope! There is no figure of the kiln village owner! ”

"He's not here. The shells devoured by the stitching monsters can't even find each other! ”