The heart of the paper was injected into the source of the charred corpse and beat again.

But before the corpse rider completely sank into the cage, a human face floated up behind his head, and it was an acquaintance, Li Zhen, the third son of the Li family.

Li He had a bad feeling in his heart, and raised his paper hand to trap the face, but it was like grabbing a cloud of smoke, and then it was scattered, splashing everywhere like a broken star, and the whole face was shattered into pieces.

In the blink of an eye, the shattered faces drifted away, flying towards the ridge.

Li He frowned deeply, and immediately used Rui Xi to search for anomalies in the ridge in a carpet manner, but found nothing, as if it was really a puff of green smoke. But he knew in his heart that anything that was associated with bad omens was definitely not a good thing, and it seemed that the scourge of strife was still spreading.

However, he didn't care about dealing with the accident now, although he knew that there might be a hidden evil.

The mountain has been shaken next to the spiritual spring, and the paper painting real world will cover the small half of the mountain, and it is extremely dark.

Li He said to Ling Qiong: "Hold the boundary monument, be careful, if there is a new bad omen coming, don't act rashly, wait for me to return." ”

Ling Qiong, dressed in thick armor and stained with blood, nodded.

There is no way, even if the Dao soldiers have been improved a lot, it is still difficult to fight in the face of corpse riders, tombstones and heavenly seasons, and it is still necessary to rely on Ling Qiong to turn around.

The Taoist soldiers were not badly injured, nearly half of them were injured, and more than a dozen died. This made Ling Qiong, who got along with her day and night, very sad, but helpless. It's so cruel to fight bad omens, and it's good to live so much.

After instructing Ling Qiong, he headed towards the spiritual spring, but reached the top of the mountain in a few breaths.

The light and shadow are intertwined, and the darkness is pervasive, as if it is a scene of the end of the world.

With every wave of the hand, a piece of land is erased, and even the Tai Sui disappears into nothingness, as if its color is erased alive.

However, the Tai Sui on the ground is rooted in the earth, endless, surrounded by fragrant mist, any substance can be swallowed alive, and the regeneration ability is extremely strong.

Li He first approached and threatened Xiangrui, and at this time, Li Li's eyes were scattered, and he kept approaching, muttering in his mouth:

"Third brother, why are you here, aren't you going to see your father."

"How's my father, how is he doing? Li Zhen has had some twists and turns recently, but don't worry, with me, there will be no problems. ”

"You guys over there, live well, just look at me."

The red cloth on her body hung down, covering her body again, and she kept approaching Xiangrui, her eyes filled with chaos.

However, the movements in his hands did not stop, and there was even a pink mist approaching Xiangrui, exuding a dangerous aura.

Li He looked at Li Li in such a state, and his eyes did not show the slightest surprise at all, but it was like looking at a corpse. That's right, she is not far from death, and it is even more painful than death.

Although I don't know the origin of the incense he inherited, it is obviously out of control in front of him. If left unchecked, while increasing its incense, its will will be completely replaced, turning into a pig that only knows how to mate.

If there is no accident, it should be a lie given to her by Zhen Lingyu, there is no shortcut to the path of cultivation, and some are just bloody battles. People who can't strengthen their hearts can't go on at all.

Li Li's talent is actually not bad, and being able to enter the Incense Fire Divine Dao already shows a certain problem. The calamity he had no choice but to face was too powerful, and it was useless to want revenge, and he was so angry in his heart that he became so paranoid now.

The so-called mantra is not the desire of his heart.

Watching her approach Xiangrui, she muttered inexplicable and wonderful words.

Li He had a guess, maybe it was a strange method that had just escaped, after all, it was carrying Li Zhen's face. But in fact, it is not necessarily the image of him alone.

As for now, it's very simple, just seal the Huanxi Curse Niang, and the big fist is the truth.

The paper arm spread away, and the moment before Li Li moved, he restrained her first.

The entire lotus platform was wrapped, and only the crown hat on the head was depicted with a pink bodhisattva.

Not to mention, the power of resistance is not small, the pink is stained on the paper arm, as if it can erode its Dao power. You must know that at this moment, the paper body is blessed by the two orders of heaven and earth, and the power has increased greatly, and the happy spell girl still has the strength to break free, which is indeed not bad, but it is only so far.

Pulling hard, the giant arm wrapped around the tender and delicate body, like a savage who plundered women, dragged into the catalog.

Heaven and earth are sealed and suppressed in it.

On her side, there was a paper heart that devoured and eaten, and the atrium seemed to open a black eye, glanced at the smooth and tender plump snack, and then continued to eat.

Taking the initiative to suppress the bad omen, even if he is blessed by the Bitter Heaven Talisman, his state will irreversibly deteriorate.

The already dilapidated, blood-stained paper body was full of gray and wrinkled, like a man in the prime of life and aging.

With Li He's current state, it is not a problem to suppress the Huanxi curse that has not yet broken out.

Even if there is a loss, it is not to the point of getting out of control.

He turned his head to look at the confrontation between Picturesque and Tai Sui, which was the point of this fight.

Picturesque has completely lost contact, like a stranger. Covered in paper body, faceless and faceless, the paper paintings around the body are floating, extremely gloomy. After that, the real world of paper painting devoured the heavens and the earth, dim and extraordinary, constantly spitting out gray and dark matter, corroding the present world.

If you look closely, except for the place where Tai Sui is entrenched, the rest of the land is gradually becoming dark, just like the soil in the painting world, and even the boundary of paper painting is also in the lake, and there seems to be a tendency to expand.

Persecuted by the real world of paper painting, although Tai Sui is resisting, he is obviously unable to bear it. Even if a large amount of material is swallowed, forming a deadly mass of flesh, it can still be erased by a large area under the picturesque offensive.

"Die!"

"Death!"

The picturesque, already lost, is murmuring, and the green flames are full of rage, boundless.

Although Tai Sui hid before and successfully concealed Li He's spiritual sense, it was exposed at this moment, and he was naturally hostile to the entire Lingdi. As for the picturesque, out of control is out of control, and there is still a lot of authority in her hands, it can be said that as half of the master of Kuchaling, as long as Li He does not come, she will naturally enjoy the advantage of geographical advantages.

Such a game is naturally a trade-off.

Tai Sui was quickly lost, and the large pieces of flesh increased its corrosive ability, but in the face of the attack of paper paintings, it couldn't take care of it at all. Instead, it retracts into the open space of the altar, and its regeneration ability is infinitely increased, and even if the paper painting is erased, it is difficult to destroy it.

Seeing this, Ruhua no longer cast spells without brains, but walked on the paper road and came to the altar.

The incense ash scattered all over the place, the broken table, and the traces of the paper circle, who would have thought that before today, it would still be the last hope of Kuchaling.

Everything is gone, even if it is to kill Tai Sui and calm the paper painting, what next?

The exhausted Kucha Ling, how to face the bad omen of Li Zhen, is beyond imagination.

Just thinking about it, I feel infinite despair, maybe this is the world of bad omens, dark, terrifying, without a future.

But before that, Ruhua didn't think so much, this father and enemy must be slashed.

There was no longer the image of the previous lady, and the stiff arm was inserted into the heart-sized piece of black flesh, and the five fingers grew sharp nails one after another, cutting through the weird Tai Sui.

On top of the black flesh, countless pieces of paper flew away, corresponding to countless flesh and blood rebirths, and the two entered a stalemate again.

It is clear that Tai Sui is not a picturesque opponent, especially in the current state of picturesque.

Even though it is hidden in the mountains, fields, rivers and lakes of the three incense altars, and even the praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches behind, even the rivers and lakes rat god, bad omen, and Wang Bian are all deceiving, and almost devoured the three mutated auspicious strains of Kuchaling in the end.

But the rat in the shadows may be good at hiding, but it will never be able to stand in the light.

Fighting hard with the picturesque, it soon fell behind.

"Wow!"

Like a crow under the moonlit night, it let out a terrifying cry, and the sound of grief kept coming from Tai Sui's flesh.

Indifferent, Picturesque continued to stretch her arms inward, vowing to kill the.

Feeling the deadly threat, Tai Sui also fought desperately, and on his black flesh, red vines and rat hair actually grew, and even the breath of incense was filled. It turned out to be the abilities of the previous hosts, and they were tilted out at this moment.

The red vines slapped on the paper arm, drawing out red marks, which quickly corroded and flowed pus, which were unbearable.

The rat's hair was as hard as steel, densely packed, piercing the picturesque palm, leaving mottled spots, and soon purple, as if infected with the plague, festering and rotting.

The most powerful thing is the incense, the three-colored smoke swirl around the body, and the turbulent and strange various breaths are mixed together, as if you can hear countless prayers, noisy and chaotic. But after listening to it for a long time, it was like being in an empty place, and at a glance at the statue, the sky fell in an instant, and it was difficult to maintain.

Ruhua's body, which had been standing upright, slammed to the ground, knelt down with one leg, bent the other, and kept trembling.

Even the paper painting realm behind her sank a little, making the whole world darken.

Even so, Ruhua did not compromise in the slightest, bowed slightly, even if he didn't kneel, his arms were broken like that, he had to continue to lean forward, not giving Tai Sui the slightest room for buffer.

Even her paper body kept drifting and crumbling. Paper painting is indeed powerful and incredible, but it does not mean that the inheritor is also indestructible. Affected by the Tai Sui's backlash, the painting has reached the extreme, and one step forward is the result of complete dissipation, between heaven and earth, there is no such person.

"Ahh

A roar of rage, despair, shouted from that torn lip.

Li He's body moved, and he couldn't let the picture fall like this. Although his enhanced perception had already sensed that Tai Sui had released everything, there was still a familiar aura lurking, but he had no choice.

Even if the best time is to completely pierce the Tai Sui and shatter its form, at that time, the paper girl will also be destroyed.

Li He's figure flickered, and he grabbed the picturesque hand tightly and clasped it on the Tai Sui flesh.

She turned her head suddenly, and the faceless image had burned half of it, leaving only the red tongue to swallow, and the resentment and hatred were like a volcano about to erupt, endless. A cloud of dark green eyes, cold, dead silent, without the slightest human emotion.

She didn't know Li He anymore, or rather, she had forgotten the past again.

Compared to the first time she fused with the bad omen, this time the loss of control almost consumed her consciousness, leaving only instinctive resentment.

Of course, she didn't completely lose her memory, but the remaining memories were suppressed in the deepest part of her soul, otherwise where would she be angry. Anger is supported by memory, from the past, and from grief. As long as you can help Picturesque calm down, she will be able to recover.

But now, there is no such time.

The faint green flame burned fiercely, and the figures of Li He and Tai Sui were reflected in the firelight, and this indiscriminate reflection was to bury all the people who stood in her way.

However, no matter how the real world of paper painting expands, and how out of control the painting is, what she inherits is the body of a paper man, which is the fundamental source method of Li He.

In any case, Li He's control over the paper man is absolute, and he can even tear the paper man apart with a single thought. The consequence of this is that all kinds of bad omen puzzles that rely on it will fall silent in a short period of time, just like a dead Taoist priest, the bad omen fused in his body will be silent for a period of time, and then reconstructed.

Therefore, Li He used the natal power of paper e, and the picture suddenly froze in place, unable to move for half a minute.

Losing the control of the picturesque and the erosion around him is also weakening, Tai Sui seems to feel the heaven-sent opportunity this time, and suddenly drops a very small piece of meat, the same color as the earth, and wants the golden cicada to come out of its shell.

But before it could make any more moves, it was trapped by Li He with his paper hand.

The finger-sized black clod of soil, constantly twisting and struggling, could not escape its palm.

Fighting against Ruhua, his moves have been exhausted, and Tai Sui at this moment has no way out.

However, unexpectedly, it opened a gap in its mouth and spoke:

"Uncle, spare my life, I know the road to the outside of the town, and I also know the secrets of the mountains and rivers.

Just leave me alone, everything is up to you. ”

The voice was like that of a little old man, deep and flattering.

Li He was unmoved, grabbed Tai Sui, stretched out to the dark green flame, and roasted it.

Like a melting candle, clods of dirt are constantly dropping.

"Spare your life, spare your life! I tell you everything, and in the future, the bad omen of Li Zhen will come, and the temple will also come.

Even without the other two, there will be other bad signs, this is a realm of calamity, without me, we all have to die, we all have to die! ”

Seeing that Li He didn't mean to let him go, Tai Sui seemed to be angry and cursed.

"You are a bunch of revenants in the painting world, wandering unknowingly, if you dare to kill me Canglan Daoguo Hei Tai Sui, you will definitely suffer revenge! Yes! ”

Li He didn't care about the temperature of his palms at all, and kneaded this annoying guy after roasting it softly.

Gradually, the sound of cursing became quieter, until it was gone.

However, Li He never let go, not only did he not relax, but also put his hand into the picturesque face, as if poking into her head.

There was a "bang", and the fire spread almost one person high.

"Tai Sui Curse!"

"Black soil murderer!"

After saying the words full of curses, the inside completely disappeared.

Li He didn't stop, even if his arms were dyed green, so that the real world of paper painting corroded, and strange paths scurried up on it, he only withdrew his arms after a long time.

Then he fell hard, and the charred black soil was like a piece of glass, making a crisp cracking sound.

Three-colored smoke came out, slowly outlining the old man's haggard face, looking at him, a few moments later, I am afraid that he will be suffocated to death.

From beginning to end, Li He didn't believe that the Black Earth Tai Sui could devour Wang Bian and the incense altar in the mountains, rivers, lakes and rivers so quickly.

You must know that he has been standing by the altar for the past few days, confirming that Wang Bian is in retreat and absorbing. How could it be so out of control to leave for a moment.