First and second, after waiting for a while, Feng Wuchen didn't feel any severe pain, to be exact, there was no pain at all, he only felt a little annoyed, and some cold air was flowing on his body.

It's the painted bones, and suddenly there is no previous arrogance.

One moment, he was still a chattering chatterbox, and the next, he became a stuffy gourd without saying a word.

Feng Wuchen suddenly had a little more anticipation.

The atmosphere of the cave became eerie, and the cave was silent. The two mortal enemies stood opposite each other, silent, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes, as if they were trying to find some sign in each other's faces. The expressions on the faces of the two are complex and changeable, you are gloomy and I am happy, and I am gloomy and you are sunny.

"What the hell are you bastard?" said with a gloomy face. His heart was so heavy that he couldn't hold back and was the first to break the silence.

Originally, Feng Wuchen was both nervous and scared, but when he heard Hua Gu say this, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. An evil cultivator who cultivates ghosts and makes ghosts actually asks him what the hell he is doing!

"Little bastard, now you know how powerful Grandpa is!" Feng Wuchen said in a bluff.

Actually, he didn't know what was going on, but from the huge changes in the painting bones, he vaguely surmised that something seemed to be wrong with the painting skin ghost in his body.

"Now if you get acquainted with each other, send the grandfathers out obediently, and I can spare you when I am happy. If it's late, hum ......"

"Pretending to be pretentious and speaking wildly!" "Painting Bone's face was gloomy, and his tone was cold, "If you really have the ability, you will commit suicide just now?"

Speaking of cheating, painting bones is a good hand, even ten or twenty wind and dust are not an opponent of painting bones!

How can the little trick of the wind and dust be deceived by the painting bones.

It's okay if he doesn't open his mouth, but when he does, he makes the painting bone see the flaw.

Originally, the painting ghost did not react in Feng Wuchen's body for a long time, which was something that the painting bone had never encountered, and he couldn't help but panic and mess up.

Painting Bone was already planning to hurriedly cast a spell to summon the Painted Skin Ghost, and with Feng Wuchen's flawed bluff, now he was at ease, and he was not in a hurry to summon the Painted Skin Ghost, and he was relieved to give it more time to wander in Feng Wuchen's body.

"Master...... Master...... I'm just trying to test whether you're still being ...... The possibility of being forgiven!" Feng Wuchen hardened his head, wanting to hold on to the end.

The only straw, he didn't want it to slip away.

"What a hard stinky mouth! I'll see if you can still scream later!"

As he spoke, the painted bones formed a handprint. He wanted to urge the Painted Ghost to act quickly, but he was still a little uneasy in his heart when he didn't move at all.

"Bang. ”

The handprints of the painted bones were linked, and a surging cold current suddenly surged all over Feng Wuchen's body, and Feng Wuchen's whole body suddenly stiffened, and he fell to the ground involuntarily, twitching on the ground.

"Ahhhhh......h

Although Feng Wuchen clenched his teeth at first, he made up his mind not to scream, and didn't want the painting bone to see a joke, but his body seemed to be pierced by thousands of steel nails at the same time, from the inside out, the pain was so painful that he just wanted to die quickly, and in the end, where could he still care about moaning and not moaning.

"Haha......" Drawing Bone laughed heartily, and the movements of his hands were faster.

"Ahhhhh......h

"Haha......"

Two different voices, entangled with each other in the cave.

Two young men of the same age, one twisted into a ball on the ground, drenched and in pain, and the other stood proudly, leaning forward and backwards with laughter.

Feng Wuchen used the only remaining consciousness, a trace of sobriety, and tried his best to mobilize the spiritual power of his whole body, controlling his right hand to pick up the long sword that was close at hand.

But his right hand trembled so badly that he didn't listen to him at all, and it was difficult to move with his consciousness at all.

The distance has become two worlds out of reach!

The painting bone was still laughing, and he was very happy.

"Hum. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded in the cave, which seemed to be the sound of the wind and also seemed to be the sigh of a person. The sound was soft, soft, like the sound of a leaf falling into a lake.

Not to mention ordinary people, even monks, usually don't care about this voice, they will selectively ignore it.

Nowadays, however, in this slightly noisy stone cave.

Feng Wuchen and the painting bones both heard this slight voice, and it was extremely clear, as if it sounded in the bottom of their hearts.

The voice sounded, Feng Wuchen suddenly felt that his whole body was not so painful, and the piercing coldness and boundless squirming in his body suddenly dissipated.

The wind is dustless and panting, and I only feel indescribably happy!

"Bang. ”

On the other side, the painting bone suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body twitched violently, his eyes rolled up, his mouth spat black water, and he kept screaming "wow".

Feng Wuchen swallowed his saliva a little fearfully, he didn't know why he suddenly got better, and now he saw that the painting bone suddenly became like this, and he was even more confused.

Doubts are doubts, but his consciousness has completely regained consciousness, and he knows that he should take the opportunity to get rid of the painting bones at this time.

With this in mind, he moved his right arm with difficulty, trying to get up. As soon as he moved his fingers, he grinned in pain and almost fainted.

Feng Wuchen knew that if he gave up this great opportunity like this, he and his best friends would probably die, he didn't want to die, and he didn't want to watch his friends die.

Although he was in pain again and again, he never gave up.

I don't know how many times he tried, but he finally grabbed the long sword and stood up tremblingly. It usually took him a few steps to finish the distance, and he almost fell to the ground several times in the middle. He had no doubt that if he fell again, he would never get up again.

Finally arrived at the painting bone, Feng Wuchen took a deep breath, shook his spirit, moved the long sword, put the hilt of the sword against his stomach, the tip of the sword aimed at the chest of the painting bone, and pressed straight towards the painting bone.

He really didn't have the slightest strength, and he only hoped that the weight of his body could pierce the chest of the painted bones.

The body tilted a little bit, the long sword was a little closer, and he was about to stab the painting bone, and Feng Wuchen felt that his heart was about to jump to his throat.

At this moment, the eyes of the painted bones suddenly returned to normal, revealing black eyes, and the body no longer trembled. Seeing the sword stabbed, he hurriedly slammed his left arm onto the sword, and his arm was cut by the blade of the sword with a wound more than three inches long, deep bones, and blood flowed sideways.

The tip of the sword was pressed against the left chest of the painted bone, cutting through his clothes, cutting through his skin, and shaving off his left ear, and the blood stained half of his body red.

However, his life was saved.

Compared to life, this injury is nothing.

Feng Wuchen's body was latched away along with the long sword, and he fell to the ground with a "bang", and the long sword couldn't hold it anymore, and rolled out on the ground.

"Look for death!" The painting bone stood up straight, and his whole body trembled involuntarily, but it was not as weak as Feng Wuchen just now.

Feng Wuchen moved his body, his whole body was in severe pain, and he had no strength.

"It seems that today is destined to die!"

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly felt a little less frightened, and a wry smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

The painting bone was covered in blood, his face was hideous, and he took two steps to Feng Wuchen, opened his mouth, and aimed at the latter's throat to bite it, like a demon from hell.

Feng Wuchen tried his best to dodge with the last of his strength, but he was weak and couldn't move.

The throat was bitten, Feng Wuchen closed his eyes tightly, grinned his teeth, and waited in horror for the severe pain to strike.

However, the painting bones are loose at the touch of a button.

Then, there was another "bang" sound.

Feng Wuchen slowly opened his eyes, but saw that the body of the painting bone was lying stiffly beside him, his eyes were wide open, his teeth were grinning, and he couldn't move.

In an instant, a trace of black qi slowly emerged from the wound of the painted bone.

There are more and more black gases, and they are coming faster and faster, and even the mouth, nose, and eyes of the painted bones have black qi sticking out.

The body of the painted bone became more and more deflated, and the skin was gray and rough, like a dead tree branch.

His face was full of horror, and he said to Feng Wuchen: "Ah...... Spare ...... I have spirit stones, give them all to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the black qi suddenly surged wildly, and the skin and flesh on his body disappeared immediately, as if all of them had turned into that black gas, leaving only a pitch-black human skeleton.

Feng Wuchen let out a sigh of relief.

As soon as he was relieved, he was about to faint.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear a terrible, frightened ghost cry, and in the blur, it seemed that a black thing came out of his body, trying to escape, but his right hand suddenly moved, and a small red rope suddenly pulled out of the index finger of his right hand, and wrapped around the black thing.

Another terrible ghost cry......