"Funeral night, how is the cold? How is the heat, Lao Tzu is not good now!"

The man in white laughed wildly, laughing in defiance of everything!

But this kind of laughter sounds different on the funeral night, should laughter be cheerful?

Or is Ice and Fire not fun, and he is very unhappy?

The formation can isolate other sights, perceptions, and sounds, but it can't isolate the funeral night, because he regards himself as the eye of the formation, and he can see, hear, or perceive things inside and outside the formation.

"Customer satisfaction is always the tenet of ghost night flower service, okay! I try to improve the quality of service!"

On the night of the funeral, he pressed one hand on the Shennong Ding, and a stream of white things was pulled out by him.

This is the cold poison of the ice silkworm, and the momentum is actually very fierce, if the man in white is not a high cultivator and can suppress it, I am afraid that he will be dead now.

The white mist entered the body of the funeral night along the Ding furnace, he was equivalent to a medium for transmitting cold poison, and this process was also difficult to lose weight, and if it was not good, it was to play ice and freeze itself.

But the funeral night didn't have much to worry about, because he himself practiced ice and fire qigong, which could be dissolved, but could only be suppressed, and there were so many top-level equipment to share.

After completing the transformation, the funeral night transmitted the cold poison to the equipment through the formation channel, and used the equipment as an outlet to enter the formation and torture the people in white.

This time the intensity was a little more fierce than the last time, and even the man in white could see the white fog around him.

Cold! Extremely cold! The man in white made a few swings in a row, and the white robe draped on his body was also tightened a little, so that he could keep warm.

But is it the best use? I can't stand much in keeping warm!

"Funeral night, you are not a man! You are not a hero, you especially said that you want to have a fair duel with Lao Tzu! You don't talk ......"

The man in white wanted to nag like a complaining woman, and he suppressed it with his true anger,

However, as soon as the body was warmed, a sea of torment ensued, without a break in between.

The man in white was a little helpless, he took off his white robe, sat cross-legged, and continued to suppress it with his true qi.

This method is very good and effective, but the man in white doesn't know how long this repetition will last, Da Huan Dan is almost exhausted, and his physical strength is almost at the bottom.

Just ask you how long you plan to play this game?

The heat is gone, and the cold is back.

The process is repetitive, but the man in white knows that his situation is quite bad, and he always feels that there is a power brewing in his body, dormant in his body.

As soon as the time is ripe, it will explode with a thud, perhaps a beast, or a demon.

But the man in white wasn't sure that he would hate himself after this thing blew up...... Or the enemy.

"Say...... Who sent you?"

The man in white was startled and hurriedly looked around, but he didn't see the sound of the funeral night, only his voice.

This is a link that is deliberately opened on the night of the funeral, and he is actually very tired, even more tired than the white man!

But he didn't dare to let the man in white know, he pretended to be full of confidence, and he felt that even if there were ten or eight more little girls, he could settle it!

"Hahaha! On the night of the funeral, you finally don't shrank your head as a turtle?

"Let me ask you again, who sent you?"

There was some speculation on the night of the funeral, and he knew that this was a superfluous move, and whether the result was not very important to him.

But he still had to speak up, because he wasn't sure when he would be able to refine this person.

He wanted to defeat the other party first from the heart, but when his heart collapsed, then it would be difficult for his body to hold on.

Whoosh!

Several throwing knives suddenly shot out at the sound of the funeral night, and the speed was very fast and the power was very amazing.

Even the skeleton next to it clicked, and when I looked down at the funeral night, I found that the head of a skeleton had cracked.

This was brought out of the poplar tomb, and thus the labyrinth disappeared.

The skeleton has no offensive effect, and its only function is to create a maze.

Although the equipment of the funeral night was a fork, he also knew that the flying knife of the man in white was extremely sharp.

Under this kind of sharp weapon and the cultivation of the man in white, Funeral Night has no confidence to guarantee that the formation map will not be destroyed, after all, he can play the role of the formation map now is only the tip of the iceberg, far less than the original.

The preciousness of the formation diagram, the funeral night is more important than life, because if the life is gone, you can still go through the reincarnation door, but if the formation diagram is gone, it is completely gone.

Therefore, on the night of the funeral, I thought of the labyrinth of the poplar tomb, and the effect of this thing was indeed amazing.

This was specially used to restrain the throwing knives of the man in white.

As it turned out, he was right in his decision, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to stick to it now.

"I'm God, do you think you can really hurt me?

The disdainful voice of the funeral night reached the ears of the man in white.

I really don't think of me as a master of fame and cultivation at all!

Whoosh!

Several more throwing knives were thrown, and the arm of one of the white skeletons left directly.

The man in white didn't expect to hurt the funeral night, and the shot was purely psychologically frizzy.

"I don't know whether to live or die! I'll make your life worse than death today!" Funeral Night knew that it was not good to provoke him like this, but it was not good if he didn't provoke him! What if he noticed that the flying knife attack was effective? Then all the calculations would not be in vain.

So to divert the attention of the man in white, the funeral night began to use the ice and fire oven to refine him.

Yes, refine him.

If someone can see through the formation, they will find that the situation of the man in white is really like being thrown into a boiler.

One moment it's frozen, the other it's fire-roasted, it's cruel anyway.

"Funeral night, I'll fuck you immortal banban!" "The man in white was annoyed, very annoyed.

What is the Battle of the Trapped Beasts?

Look for yourself!

What does it mean to catch a turtle in an urn?

It's up to you!

Is this the treatment that a famous master should have?

The most annoying opponent is just a small shrimp in the middle of a young man.

Isn't that ironic?

"On the night of the funeral, I'm going to chop you!"

"On the night of the funeral, Lao Tzu swore to tear you apart!"

"On the night of the funeral, in fact, we can shake hands and make peace, everyone asks for money, there is no need to turn face!"

"Get out!"

After a while, the alternation of cold and heat became faster, and the funeral night also felt that his true qi of ice and fire was a little more refined, and he had a lot of fun.

"Funeral Night...... Please, stop immediately, I can't stand it!"

"It's still a long time, so enjoy it!"

"MMP's!"

"Okay! I'll tell you!" the man in white's true qi began to appear visibly disordered, to the extent that he couldn't suppress it.

This is a precursor to a madness, and the man in white knows very well, and he also knows the purpose of the funeral, as well as his own results.

"It's the ghost hand, it's the ghost hand that made me do this!"

Bang!

The funeral night suddenly felt like it was hit by five thunders, this is absolutely impossible, the ghost hand is his partner, and sometimes he treats him as his grandfather.

He also has a very beautiful granddaughter.

He...... How could a killer come and kill himself early?

"Make it up, keep making it up!" "I don't believe it on the night of the funeral, and I don't believe it when I am killed!"

That's.

"Really, what a ghost, why should I lie to you? At this point, I have no reason to lie to you. On the night of the funeral, stop quickly, I can't hold it anymore. ”

(End of chapter)