"Oh! It's still a little faster!"

Looking at his arms that collapsed again, Chunyu Feng couldn't help but shook his head helplessly.

So he watched the thin Taoist seal movement again with all his attention, remembering it in his heart, both in the details and rhythm.

...

This is what Chunyu Feng thought of in desperation and seeks to live in death.

With the magic of this dream pillow, Chunyu Feng repeatedly watched the seal that the thin Taoist made when he was using the white bone whip.

As his imitation became more and more similar, the white clouds in the dream turned into a foggy whip.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but feel happy. The fog whip immediately collapsed, and even caused him to collapse into a cloud of clouds.

Chunyu Feng then vaguely understood that this was probably the end of his failure in reality.

After all, if you want to make such a seal with an ordinary body, it is reasonable to pay more.

However, the magic of this Meng Pin is far beyond Chunyu Feng's imagination. Every time he tries to take the seal, he can clearly feel the blood and energy in his body being pulled away little by little.

The pain made Chunyu Feng unable to concentrate on his attention, so he frequently exploded into a cloud of clouds.

Every time the body collapses into cloud energy, although Chunyu Feng can recover as before in a blink of an eye, the feeling of being crushed to pieces is impossible to fake.

"Ha~, I understand today, what it means to die!"

After recovering again as before, Chunyu Feng couldn't help but smile helplessly.

...

Finally, after trying countless times, Chunyu Feng finally successfully formed the seal and had already practiced it very skillfully.

When the speed of sealing could no longer be increased, Chunyu Feng stopped, and several months had passed in the dream world.

What Chunyu Feng did not expect was that when he stopped, the many magic seals he had produced had turned into two and turned into a little starlight the size of rice grains, and instantly sank into his eyebrows.

Chunyu Feng was stunned on the spot. After a while, when he came to his senses, he could no longer hide his joy.

Just now, with the starlight that was scattered into the soul, Chunyu Feng understood the origin of this seal.

It turns out that this technique is called bone seal, which is a small technique that can drive white bones to use.

Like the previous actions of the thin Taoist, it was just the simplest way to condense a piece of white bones, which could barely be regarded as the most superficial magic weapon. In fact, there was no even half of the Taoist magic prohibition.

This shocked Chunyu Feng and couldn't help but yearn for it.

You should know that the thin Taoist whip had the power of breaking stones and breaking gold after dancing a few times before.

If it is a real magic weapon, what kind of weather should it be?

For a moment, Chunyu Feng became a little frightened like Mr. Ye, and inexplicably became a little panic.

Just like no matter how many war movies he has watched, only by truly seeing the fire in the sky with his own eyes can he truly understand how cruel war is.

But now is not the time for Chunyu Feng to sigh. As the white bone seal is condensed, it will be useless if he stays longer.

So as Chunyu Feng thought, he returned to the cellar in just a moment.

With the sound of rooster crowing outside the cellar, a faint whiteness in the sky finally appeared in the sky, and slowly the sky finally gradually became brighter.

After checking in the cellar, Chunyu Feng found that the surviving pilgrims were still unconscious.

This made him more and more suspicious. The strange fragrance in front of the Buddha was probably the method of the thin Taoist.

However, one discovery made Chunyu Feng somewhat relieved.

The thin Taoist was very confident in his own methods, so he did not search their luggage. Therefore, all the pilgrims' belongings were still on them.

Just like Chunyu Feng's green steel sword hidden in his book bag, the daggers carried by other pilgrims, these fragments of self-defense items are still here.

Chunyu Feng carefully searched among these fragments, and then quietly returned to his original position, quietly waiting for the final struggle of life and death.

...

Just as Chunyu Feng was silently recuperating, the thin Taoist man finally entered the secret room again.

As the number of pilgrims in front of Chunyu Feng decreased one by one, he began to gradually tighten his muscles and was ready to fight to the death.

As long as he could interfere with the Taoist's first attack with bone marks, Chunyu Feng would be sure to escape from this secret room.

As long as you leave this cellar, Chunyu Feng's chances of survival will be greatly increased.

As time passed, Chunyufeng's mood began to become like a pool of stagnant water. In a trance, he seemed to be back when he was trapped in his body.

Just as there were only three or two pilgrims left in the corner of the secret room. When Chunyufeng was about to take action, a noise suddenly sounded outside the secret room.

The thin Taoist suddenly frowned and stopped and shouted angrily to the outside world: "Do you dare to disturb my practice, do you want to die?"

I heard the old monk shouting outside panting: "Real person, a big man suddenly woke up somehow. I can't hold back!"

After hearing what the old monk said, the thin Taoist immediately became happy without being angry.

Although his dead incense is a little worse, it is not something that ordinary mortals can resist.

The big man outside still had the strength to resist, and he could not say he was a warrior who had been experiencing qi and blood for many years.

Thinking of this, the thin Taoist could not help but feel itchy. A warrior like this could be worth dozens of times more effective than an ordinary pilgrim.

Even after he absorbed the warrior's qi and blood, the remaining corpse was also a good material for corpse refining.

So the thin Taoist suddenly said happily: "Haha~, I'm so overwhelmed! Throw it down to me!"

The old monk shouted in a state of exhaustion: "Okay, I'll throw it down now!"

After saying that, he saw an even sturdy figure, which was thrown down from the entrance of the cellar.

Chunyu Feng glanced carefully and suddenly felt that the big man was indeed thick, almost nine feet tall.

However, before Chunyu Feng could take a closer look, the body was taken in the air by the thin Taoist.

"Hmm? No!"

Before the body could come, the face of the thin Taoist man suddenly changed, and there was clearly a thin scholar with a pile of clothes in front of him.

There is a saying: If something goes wrong, it will be a demon!

Although the thin Taoist didn't know what the old monk was doing, he decided to go out first.

But before he could make any move, he suddenly threw down seven or eight wine jars at the entrance.

When he smelled the strong smell of tinder oil, the thin Taoist immediately said in shock: "Old monk, you are looking for death!"
Chapter completed!