"Xiao Wenming, what will you do..."
The storyteller’s eyes are filled with anticipation and affection.
Xu Xiaoshou's record is too brilliant.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed fooled from beginning to end in the ancient book space.
Now that I think about it, the storyteller actually felt ashamed.
But at his height, priorities are very clear.
With a mere innate state, he can hide everything from the sky and the sea, and even hide it from everyone in the ancient book space.
The storyteller knows exactly how much potential Xu Xiaoshou has.
He knows his own weight better than anyone else!
There are very few people in the entire continent who dare not fight with him.
But under this situation, Xu Xiaoshou can still do this...
It must be said that what can suppress the shame and angry desire to take action at this moment is the desire for outstanding young people and the love of talents that originate from the storyteller's soul level.
"Wen Ming..."
"Xu Xiaoshou?"
"It doesn't matter anymore!"
"At this moment, only extreme coercion can squeeze out a person's true potential!" the storyteller thought to himself.
"Being expected, passive value, +1."
Lorelei in the distance also looked at the somewhat hesitant Xu Xiaoshou.
This was the first time he saw the young man in front of him in such an attitude.
Normally, no matter what situation he was in, even if Tianxuan Sect was about to collapse, that guy seemed to have a calm expression.
But now...
"Being worried, passive value, +1."
…
"How to do how to do?"
Xu Xiaoshou was as anxious as a grasshopper on a hot pot.
But on the surface, he didn't show it at all.
"Since senior won't give me half a chance..."
Xu Xiaoshou said solemnly, word by word: "Then I, Xu Xiaoshou, have no choice but to resist."
"Brother~" The storyteller corrected the young man's slip of the tongue with a smile.
Xu Xiaoshou did not dare to delay any longer.
The white cave cannot be blown up.
He actually believed that even if he understood "Textile Mastery" and understood the laws of heaven and earth here, it would be difficult to detonate them in a short while.
And this period of time is enough for the storyteller to kill himself several times.
So right now...
Since it's hard to find a way out, we have to use our trump card!
His fists tightened.
Four swords were tightly grasped again.
On the body, the demonic patterns that had just retreated reappeared.
Looking at the storyteller's expectant eyes, Xu Xiaoshou slowly raised the murderous sword in his hand.
"Do we really want to start a fight?"
The storyteller raised his eyebrows and remained unmoved.
In his eyes, Xu Xiaoshou was able to escape Vigil's pursuit simply because the other party had some scruples.
But is the ability to cut off the Dao really that simple?
To put it bluntly, he is a storyteller, but he has no worries at all!
Is it possible that a cooked duck can still fly with its wings?
"kill!"
Xu Xiaoshou shouted angrily, holding up four swords and trying to strike them down.
The storyteller frowned.
Lorelei quickly retreated and gave up the battlefield.
But just when the two of them were looking forward to it, Xu Xiaoshou in the distance was slashed with a sword, but there was no shock at all.
The void buzzed.
Xu Xiaoshou, who had just faced a formidable enemy and seemed about to fight a bloody battle, suddenly disappeared.
"Is it that disappearing technique again?"
"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."
The storyteller was stunned for a moment.
He immediately raised his hand and directly blocked the space.
"Xiao Wenming, don't try it anymore. Your moves are certainly new, but what about the consumption of spiritual energy?"
The storyteller smiled and advised: "You can't break through this space. It's true that people can't see you now, but can you get out?"
…
What the hell, run!
Xu Xiaoshou only wanted to escape in one step.
fighting?
What a joke!
How many kilograms do you have? Don't you have some idea in your mind?
As soon as the "Disappearance Technique" was activated, he actually immediately followed it with his back foot.
But he suddenly discovered that his teleportation was able to run nearly a mile away.
At this moment, it was more than ten feet away, as if it had hit a wall.
Stopped abruptly!
The atmosphere was a bit awkward and solemn.
A drop of cold sweat slipped from the corner of his eyebrows.
Xu Xiaoshou's heart plummeted to the bottom.
"Sure enough...no."
Although he had been prepared for it, when the result came, Xu Xiaoshou still realized that death was coming.
The storyteller is right.
The "disappearance technique" is powerful, but it is not invincible.
When the spiritual energy is exhausted, it is the time when one's own body dies and Dao disappears!
And now, this space has been exiled again?
out on a limb!
"There's no time to waste..."
The thoughts in his mind were racing wildly. At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could no longer find a way to solve the problem in front of him from his own side.
He finally took out the tightly held stone-shaped Ajie from his chest.
"Jie Bao, Mom may really have trouble passing this level..."
"Mom..."
Ajie in his hand trembled, and then a red light glowed.
The next second, he transformed into a little boy and appeared directly in front of Xu Xiaoshou.
Ah Jie, who was more than a head lower than his own mom, suddenly opened his hands to separate the front and back, as if opening up a brand new world.
"Protected, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou was not even touched at all.
Some are just full of guilt.
Ah Jie has the power of Taixu, but it is indeed too weak.
Not to mention whether that unstable ability can be released again, but if it is really revealed, will it definitely be able to withstand the storyteller's combat power?
In the past, Ajie always said that he would be strong when he was strong.
But in theory, this power has its limits.
Ruo Ajie is really a puppet of heaven that can compete with a powerful man who is at the pinnacle of the Dao of Killing and has survived the nine-death thunder tribulation.
Will it be simply imprisoned in Tianxuan Sect and treated indifferently?
There are no fools in Tiansangling Palace.
Someone must know the value of Ajie.
If you can't get it out, it means two problems:
One, I dare not.
Two, unworthy!
And with Mr. Sang here, what else can you not dare to do?
So……
"Ajie!"
Xu Xiaoshou put his hand on Ah Jie's shoulder, with determination in his eyes.
He can stand up bravely for Xin Gugu and face several great killing methods and dozens of thrones.
At this moment, there is no reason to abandon the more intimate Jie Bao, let it end, and leave alone.
"Hold on for a while, just a little while..."
"Mom, I'm going to try a big one."
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou was filled with madness!
…
the other side.
"oh?"
Seeing where the young man disappeared in the distance, a little boy wearing a straw hat and linen clothes suddenly appeared.
Surprise flashed in the storyteller's eyes.
"Did he change again?"
The thought passed through his mind, and the storyteller immediately rejected it.
The aura of this little boy...
No.
There was no breath at all.
This is a dead thing!
"Tianji puppet?"
After staring for half a breath, shock appeared in the storyteller's pupils.
Xiao Wenming, the secret puppet of Dao Qiongcang, also has one?
"Good guy!"
At this moment, the storyteller's desire for Wen Ming simply rose to an unparalleled level.
He licked his bright red lips, "Brother, you, I'm going to make a decision!"
"Mom..."
Ah Jie murmured softly, his eyes flashing red, fulfilling his mission.
Phew.
Instantly disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he was already behind the storyteller.
"So fast!"
The storyteller ducked subconsciously, and the wind above his head suddenly exploded.
Ah Jie struck him with one leg.
Seeing no results, he twisted his body and sent a belly-turning elbow strike low into the sky.
"boom!"
The void was directly exploded.
But the storyteller had already bowed his calf, and his whole body bounced high.
He even had the leisure to lean over, pick up Ah Jie's straw hat, and touch his smooth head.
"With temperature?"
Slightly startled, the storyteller was a little dumbfounded.
This was almost like a living person, not at all like the reckless puppets I had seen back then.
"Mom!"
Ajie was angry.
The red light in his eyes gradually changed color to scarlet.
In just two clicks, it had already realized that the human in front of it was too strong.
The invincible close attack at that time was completely avoided by the opponent.
Then, change your approach!
"嘤——"
Pores all over the body bloom.
An extremely high-pitched and harsh ultra-high decibel sound suddenly spread in all directions.
Lorelei, who had retreated to the extreme rear, had no time to react, and was directly stung by the sound, causing his pores to burst and his ears to bleed.
"what sound!"
The six senses were instantly sealed, but the sonic attack was pervasive and penetrated directly from the body.
The sea of qi instantly surged.
Even the soul seemed to be directly penetrated by this sound.
Lorelei immediately put on a mask of pain.
"Heaven's Way·Block!"
The storyteller was also stabbed in mid-air and was slightly stunned.
But he reacted immediately, and with a wave of his hand, the heavenly path in Lorelei's space was cut off and protected.
But with just such a delay, Ajie's fists were already dilated in his pupils.
"It's very strong..."
The storyteller curled his red lips.
He didn't even choose to avoid it, but the space in front of him was slightly distorted, and his face seemed to be somewhat sunken.
Then, before the folded space, Ajie's fist slid directly against the storyteller's skin.
No harm at all!
It seems like there is only a millimeter difference, but in fact...
"open."
The storyteller opened his teeth slightly and smiled casually.
The folding space in front of the tender skin of the cheek was released, and Ajie's fist was instantly bounced several feet away.
"Little brother, do you want to touch someone too?"
The storyteller smiled sweetly and stretched out his hand, but his mind went crazy.
"Bang!"
The space was directly exploded.
The terrifying blast impact hit A Jie directly between his eyebrows.
With a blast, the linen clothes on his body shattered, and Ajie's figure flew and volleyed, and was knocked dozens of feet away.
"so hard……"
The storyteller looked at his middle finger in shock.
The nail cap area was completely bruised.
After many experiences of dealing with Bai Yi, the storyteller has actually had quite a lot of contact with Tianji Puppet, and naturally knows that this kind of existence basically has a steel body that can be compared to the body of a throne.
But even though he was prepared, what caused his brain to go crazy was not Ah Jie's body, but the space!
but!
The force that came back from the shock still hurt me...
"You pissed me off!"
Looking at the cracked fingernails, the beautiful patterns of nail polish on them had been eroded, the storyteller's eyes became sulky.
There was almost no intermittent rhythm. He just took out "Yin Yang Life and Death?", turned around and hit the sky behind him fiercely.
"Bang!"
Ah Jie, who instantly teleported behind the storyteller and wanted to hit him with a punch, didn't even react at this moment, but was pulled high into the air.
"The fighting consciousness at the peak of the first realm... is very strong."
The storyteller clicked his tongue in amazement, and then changed the subject, "But I am in the second realm, and your reaction and speed are simply not enough in their eyes!"
With a look in his eyes, the storyteller folded his fingers.
"Shashasha..."
Yin and Yang, life and death? Floating in the air, the pages of the book moved without wind, turning by themselves, and the sound of rustling echoed in all directions in the lonely void.
"Netherworld Dragon Head!"
The storyteller nodded, and the pages stopped turning, settling on a blank page.
The next moment, golden hieroglyphs appeared on it.
The words gathered together and turned into a ferocious dragon head, leaping onto the paper.
The sky and the earth suddenly became dark, as if there was something covering the sky and the sun, blocking the crimson sky in the White Cave.
"Ouch——"
A loud roar of a dragon rose from high in the sky and filled the clouds.
At this moment, even the continuous rain curtain falling from the sky seemed to be interrupted directly.
"Confinement!"
The storyteller pulled his hand, and the dark dragon head that was hundreds of feet in size came from the sky. The dragon's mouth opened wide and it came down from its mouth.
"Bang!"
Ajie's body was whipped away and he had no time to resist, and fell directly between the steel teeth of the dragon's mouth.
The space that had been restored to its original state for several miles around was exploded in an instant.
The rules of heaven appear and the White Cave is crumbling.
The storyteller turned the page again and pointed a little.
"Condensation."
Golden hieroglyphs jumped out from the pages of the book and merged into the world with a flick of the sleeves of the storyteller's skirt.
The turmoil in the White Cave immediately stabilized.
But in mid-air, Ajie was imprisoned by the dragon head, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from the imprisonment.
…
"damn it……"
The high-strength, compressed "Song of Fire and Ice" that Xu Xiaoshou had refined had not even had time to take shape. Seeing this scene, my heart almost broke.
"Mom!"
"Mom!"
Ah Jie was clearly not calling for help, he was just struggling loudly.
But at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou heard that his child was being bullied.
"Die to me!"
Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but take a step up to the sky, holding up the ice and fire energy to compress the light spot, while trying his best to control the energy balance of the light spot to prevent it from exploding.
On the other hand, four swords were fiercely thrust into the dark dragon head.
"Ouch!"
The dragon's head shook violently.
The storyteller's eyes moved.
What did he see?
The all-conquering green light Netherworld Dragon Head was directly dyed ink by the black lines at this moment?
He couldn't see Xu Xiaoshou in the disappearing state.
But from the current scene, it is not difficult to see that Xu Xiaoshou has already taken action!
Still using four swords!
"Confinement!"
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he didn't say anything.
The storyteller directly narrowed the space confinement range, locking the distance of dozens of feet in radius to the tens of feet near the Netherworld Dragon's head.
"Reach to the sky in one step!"
After Xu Xiaoshou finished his job, he wanted to escape, but found that this move was useless.
The "Disappearance Technique" certainly has penetrating properties.
But the storyteller’s confinement is not entirely spatial control.
He used another way of exile, directly completely abandoning a certain space from the way of heaven.
This resulted in Xu Xiaoshou being exiled in the space, as if he had been captured by the storyteller before... The sky is huge and the earth is huge, and there is no place to go!
"Tens of feet..."
"To more than ten feet..."
"A few feet, a few feet..."
With a thought, Xu Xiaoshou instantly understood the storyteller's thoughts.
Every time you move, the opponent can compress the range.
And after moving more often, when the exiled space shrinks to only a few feet or a few feet in radius...
"The disappearing spell will be indirectly ineffective!"
Xu Xiaoshou, who understood everything, felt a storm in his heart.
Absolutely amazing!
This perverted man in a red dress has an amazing sense of fighting!
Out of sight.
Then he used the trick of space compression until he was so confined that he could only move within a small space...
Does it matter whether you can see or not?
The turtle is in the urn.
When to close the net? It’s just a matter of time!
"Damn it, I encountered a tough problem..."
Xu Xiaoshou felt a chill in his heart.
He felt that death was beckoning to him.
When does a storyteller lose his heart to play and play, does it mean that he is on the verge of death?
