Flame rose from the palm of Zhang Yuanqing's palm, and he pressed it to the back of his neck. His face twisted immediately, the corners of his mouth twitched, his stamina "chichi" sounded, and blue smoke rose.

Hiss, this yin energy can "freeze" my flesh and blood to death. If caught by it, Ye Youshen would not be able to hold Zhang Yuanqing to disperse the yin energy with flames, and kept pulling the trigger with his other hand.

At the same time, communicating with the brand mark in the sea of ??consciousness, the spirit body is divided into two, entering the Yin Corpse, and launching a heavy and powerful sprint.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped shooting, put his finger into his trouser pocket, and pressed one of the buttons on the Elvis speaker.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The deafening drums reverberate in the room, bringing a huge sense of oppression, shaking the spirit, and making people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts.

The paper man's body trembled, then froze.

thump thud thump, Dead One approached with heavy steps, the boot on his right foot lit up like a solid yellow light.

From the fight just now, Zhang Yuanqing found that the paper figurine was very afraid of the "deadly kick" of the rear earth boots, after all, this kick could reach the level of a saint.

Therefore, he quickly made a plan to deter the paper figurine as a wraith with the sound of the drum from the Elvis Presley speaker.

As soon as the muscles in the right leg of the deceased became thicker, he was about to kick out the whip leg.

Suddenly, two touches of blood in the paper man's eye sockets suddenly lit up, congealing into two twisted and weird incantations.

Bewitching eyes! !

Too bad Zhang Yuanqing, who looked directly at the mantra through the perspective of the corpse, sank in his heart. The next moment, his will was completely confused, his thoughts were like a mess, and he lost the ability to think calmly.

The yin energy surrounding the paper figurine swelled, and there was a continuous "click", and the thin ice shell condensed on the surface of the dead man No. 1, and quickly moved away, turning into an ice sculpture in an instant.

Then, the paper figurine tilted its head ninety degrees and looked at Zhang Yuanqing who was behind Yin Corpse. Its figure disappeared immediately and appeared behind the only human in the room.

The rough arm made of paper was raised and grabbed the back of Zhang Yuanqing's neck.

The Yin Qi in the room suddenly swayed, and at the back of the neck, a spiral-shaped invisible cyclone was stimulated.

Large streams of blood were sucked away by the cyclone and poured into the paper man's body. Its pale face actually showed a bit of human rosiness.

Under strong stimulation, Zhang Yuanqing broke free from the influence of the bewitching eyes, and immediately felt his limbs stiff and numb, his body was frozen by the terrible Yin Qi, and he could barely move his fingers.

In a few breaths, Zhang Yuanqing's skin lost its luster, became dry and dull, and then, a little bit of fine wrinkles climbed up the corners of the eyes and forehead, and the nasolabial folds deepened and aggravated

He suddenly aged twenty years.

Zhang Yuanqing desperately issued an attack command to the Yin corpse, but Dead One was in a frozen state, his joints, flesh and blood were frozen and numb, unable to support his master.

The attempt failed, the paper figurine couldn't win, and the difference in strength was too great. Zhang Yuanqing was pessimistic and desperate to find that the plan to forcefully push the small boss by strength was not realistic.

Even if he had so many props and matched so many tactics, he still couldn't defeat the paper figurine.

Then he could only use the crouching pestle. Zhang Yuanqing didn't want to use this tool unless he had to. Drinking poison to quench thirst could not solve the problem, but now he had no choice. Drinking poison to quench thirst could at least live a little longer.

Feeling the weakness and exhaustion in his bones, Zhang Yuanqing put all his eggs in one basket, gathered the last bit of strength, slowly put his fingers into his trouser pocket with trembling fingers, and planned to turn on the suona of the Elvis speaker.

He wanted to use this to make this body shine and recover a certain amount of strength, so that after taking out the crouching pestle, he would have the strength to attack the paper figurine.

Fingers poked in and pressed against the Suona button. At this moment, a question suddenly flashed in Zhang Yuanqing's mind, how did the Demon Lord defeat it?

The level of the paper figurine obviously does not belong to the extraordinary stage. No matter how strong the devil king is, as a casual cultivator, his overall strength in the extraordinary stage is not necessarily stronger than me. Even I have no hope. How can he pass this level? JrNovels.com