He was just stunned for a moment when the indifferent-looking paper man floated to his side, pressed close to his face, and stared at him motionless!

Yangfan shouted, and in a hurry, he remembered that there was a knife in his arms, took it out, and slashed hard at the paper man!

The paper man stepped back lightly, and was about to dodge the knife's edge, but his body was suffocated.

His ears recalled the sound of paper being torn, and a short gash was cut on the left arm of the paper man. Yangfan finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was still afraid of knives!

But as soon as he breathed out, he saw in disbelief that a trace of blood flowed from the wound on the paper man's arm...

this……

"Oh, you can just beat him up, why waste your own blood?"

The paper man with a sarcastic look actually spoke again, and this voice... Wait, the paper man just threw the talisman on the ground and stamped it out with his foot, right? I can't remember clearly... No

Reasonable... not quite right! How could the paper man step on something while it was floating? Yangfan seemed to have thought of something in his mind. For a moment, the paper man actually dipped the branch in his hand into his own blood, and moved very quickly.

The speed stabbed him between the eyebrows!

Yangfan closed his eyes tightly involuntarily, but the pain he imagined did not come. When he opened his eyes again, there was still a paper man! In addition to the expressionless Du Yiyu, there was another person: Meng Jiu!

"This?..." Yangfan looked at the shallow wound on Du Yiyu's arm and the dead branch in his hand, and his heart thumped back into his chest: "It turned out to be an illusion... No wonder... Ah" As soon as he moved, his feet

There was a sharp pain in his upper body. He quickly sat down and took off his shoes. His feet were covered in blisters!

"Hallucinations can also be fatal." Meng Jiu patted him, threw him a bottle of trauma medicine, and asked, "What did you think of us just now?"

"Paper man..."

"Okay!" Meng Jiu sneered: "In your mind, we are just two paper tigers that can be killed in one poke?!"

"No, no!"

"Hmph, hallucinations can best express people's inner feelings, and sophistry is useless!" Meng Jiu said as he searched out all the talismans on Yang Fan and stuffed them into his arms: "You take the waste money, I'll do it."

"But..." Yangfan wanted to refuse, but looked at Du Yiyu who didn't know what he was thinking and swallowed, and did not dare to say anything further.

After Meng Jiuzai found another cinnabar pen from his arms, he finally patted Yangfan with satisfaction and said, "What a treasure. Don't worry, I have also been a corpse painter for decades. Unlike him, I have never been a painter."

If you don't study spells seriously, you won't be able to use your spiritual power, and you won't even be able to deal with a living corpse."

Yangfan glanced at Du Yiyu secretly, and subconsciously reached out to touch his eyebrows.

"If you still want your own hands, don't wipe the blood stains"

Du Yiyu's cold words made his hand stop in mid-air, and he opened his mouth in embarrassment.

Meng Jiu chuckled and said, "His blood is precious. Although it can't save your life, it can at least prevent you from falling into an illusion so easily."

When Yangfan heard this, he naturally didn't dare to wipe it. Seeing that Du Yiyu already wanted to continue walking, he quickly touched the cool ointment on his feet, put on his shoes and stood up. Although it still hurt, he could already walk.

"Where is she?" Du Yiyu was walking in front, but he still couldn't help asking, even though he knew that Meng Jiu couldn't just run over regardless of Fei Yue.

"Don't worry, I asked her to make a barrier for herself with the Shura Sword. Although I can't touch the male sword now, its true spirit is still in my body after all. Even he can't break it easily.

That barrier. And it is impossible for him to expend most of his strength just to break that barrier."

Du Yiyu nodded, feeling relieved, but frowned and glanced at Meng Jiu: "Since you are here to help me, why do you take the medicine? Are you here to help me, or are you here to hold me back?

?!"

"If you don't eat, do you think Fantu will let me come?" Meng Jiu gave Du Yiyu an idiot look, looked around, and asked doubtfully: "You said Fantu... why did you do this?"

Du Yiyu snorted: "How do I know?!"

"I think this is just for fun!" Meng Jiu said with a wry smile, "I don't see any sense in this anyway."

"At least, it can hurt us physically, which will weaken some of our combat effectiveness." Du Yiyu said, but his feet gradually slowed down. Judging from the scorched blackness of the trees, Lu Dalong's body should be nearby. Although he

He and Meng Jiu used a formation to trap the resentful spirits when Lu Dalong attacked Yangfan. However, considering their current state, the formation was very reluctant and could be broken through by the resentful spirits at any time! It must be done quickly!

Find his true form!

The ground under his feet was gradually heating up, which made Du Yiyu feel a little confused. According to Yang Fan's description, this Lu Dalong was scared to death and should not have such fire power... Could it be that what happened next? The reason must be found, otherwise,

No matter how skilled Meng Jiu is in Taoism, they will never be able to destroy a living corpse without spiritual power!

Thinking of this, he stopped and turned around to look at Yangfan, who was following behind him: "How did Lu Dalong die?"

"Scared, scared to death." Yangfan looked into Du Yiyu's eyes and felt a little scared for some reason. This man, like Fantu, makes people nervous, but what scares people about Fantu is his cruel and changeable nature.

, completely unpredictable means and character, Yangfan only feels that although Fantu always smiles on his face, he may kill you with the most cruel methods at any time. And this man, although he is one of those terrifying gods in the legend,

But he didn't seem to be easy to kill. When he was with Meng Jiu, he still had a vague sense of humanity. However, his indifferent attitude towards everything and the coldness in his eyes made him dare not feel the slightest resistance.

As long as he feels the need and believes, he can do anything.

Yangfan swallowed and said anxiously: "Really! However, it is possible that Fantu killed him in other ways, but I don't know! Anyway, he just looked in the mirror and died...

.... No, he fainted first after looking in the mirror, and then, when we came out of the tomb, he suddenly vomited blood and twitched all over... It must have been about ten minutes."

Du Yiyu frowned and looked at Meng Jiu. Something must have happened in the meantime! How did Fantu kill Lu Dalong?

"Well," Yangfan's mouth twitched slightly and said, "This place is starting to get hot again. Isn't it still an illusion this time?"

Meng Jiu bent down and picked up some soil, put it close to his nose and asked, frowning like Du Yiyu: "The yin energy is very strong, it's not like a living corpse can have it."

As he spoke, the ground began to soften, and the charred trees on both sides seemed to know the pain, making creaking and twisting sounds, and there was a vague scream that made people's nerves go crazy.

Yangfan couldn't help but screamed bitterly: "Brothers, think of a solution quickly! If you continue like this, you will be roasted!"

Meng Jiu stuffed the burn ointment into Yang Fan and said: "Climb the tree"

"What?"

"Or do you plan to apply the ointment after perming?"
Chapter completed!