On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

This scene is unspeakable horror.

All Haimin were draped in colorful linen, and his face was also smeared with multicolored stripes. The bright and smart colors contrasted sharply with a pair of straight stiff eyes, which was very strange.

They moved slowly.

One by one, they all look like string puppets. With the same hands and feet, Ning Qingqing and Futuzi were enveloped from all directions.

"Mrs. Husband, the situation is unknown, I will resist, you first withdraw." Futuzi's fat face trembled.

Ning Qingqing didn't try her best, she stepped back slightly, letting the floating tuzi stand in front of her.

She felt a slight violation.

After pretending to retreat a little in a panic, she suddenly raised her head and looked in a direction that her instinct told her was not quite right.

A burly, square-faced man with a red crown and a sullen face stood there.

He was about to withdraw his gaze when Ning Qingqing caught him.

Donghaihou.

Dong Haihou who sent Yun Shuimiao into Tiansheng Palace. When Ning Qingqing entered the paradox, the first thing he saw was him.

This guy is really not easy.

As soon as his thoughts turned, the burly figure of Donghaihou disappeared into the crowd.

Futuzi has already handed in with the zombie-like seamen.

When he swiped the abacus, his fat face suddenly changed color, and the fingers holding the abacus trembled slightly.

The puppet-like "people" who had been smashed by the chest or the waist regained their sanity when they were about to die and made a painful sound.

They are just ordinary people, being manipulated to surround them to die!

Futuzi is not a good person, but for so many years under the harsh Dao law poison, he has long engraved the iron law of not killing mortals casually into his instinct. He was taken aback and watched the blood dying. The wailing Haimin oozes out of his body, smudging those dazzling colors even more dazzlingly.

A child came to him, stretched out a small hand, and grabbed his lower abdomen.

Because he was too fat, the standing floating Tuzi couldn't see his feet, nor could he see under his belly.

At the moment of loss of consciousness, that little hand has been pierced directly into his abdomen!

Under the strengthening of that golden light, these mortals who died at the touch of a touch could actually injure a great monk like the Buddha.

"Uh!" Futuzi stepped back hurriedly, seeing that the child's little hands were dripping with blood, as if he was holding something.

At the same time, there was a terrible tearing pain in his abdominal cavity.

"Madam, go!" He couldn't cover the wound and said anxiously, "I'll stop these things!"

The figure dancing in the middle of Baishi Square stopped.

With his sleeves raised, the male and female Yingzhu swept up and floated over like a big colorful butterfly. A white and miserable smiling mask was extremely crippled.

Ning Qingqing took a deep breath: "I'm afraid I won't be able to leave. I'll go to help Xie Wuwang, and help me from the front right. Be careful, don't die."

No one can see that the Ying Master who is floating here is by no means simple.

And these seamen with terrifying offensive power are also extremely tricky.

"No problem!" Futuzi scrolled aloud, shaking the soft and strong force to both sides, causing Haimin to split left and right, and drew a road leading directly to the square.

He kept moving, and when he shook Haimin away, his chubby body had leapt straight up and crashed into the ghostly master Ying.

Ning Qingqing did not dare to delay. Before these zombie-like seamen stumbled and got up, she flew towards the square at full speed.

On the left and right, countless people who were lying on the ground and unable to get up for a while stretched out their hands to her, scratching in the air, countless wooden eyes staring at her directly, making her creepy.

There was some blood on my shoulder.

It was dropped from mid-air when the Buddha jumped up.

The child had a blood hole in his belly, but after all he could not be cruel, he only pushed the opponent far away.

At this moment, the Futuzi, who is as heavy as Mount Tai, rounded up his abacus, and with a huge amount of spiritual power, thundered at the culprit. Lord Ying raised his hand and took the next move lightly. The body was still hanging in place like a ghost, but the Buddha was shaken back by several tens of feet, and a **** arrow blew through the air.

As Ning Qingqing flew by, he couldn't help but look back and pay attention to the battle.

Enemies wearing masks always give people a feeling of unknown depth and difficult to deal with. She could clearly perceive that the injured Buddha Tuzi was slightly weaker than usual when facing this eerie and weird thing.

"Fotuzi!" Ning Qingqing made a move when his toes hit the square, "You laugh when he laughs! Who is afraid of who!"

Futuzi was startled, and immediately understood, grinned, and narrowed his eyes, smiling his fat face like a big ingot that was so fake that he had no friends.

Master Ying: "..."

At this moment, the two men are finally evenly matched in momentum.

But there is still a gap in strength.

Ning Qingqing could tell at a glance that under the blessing of these golden lights, Lord Ying really possessed the strength of a monk.

Futuzi is no match. Plus her, it's no match.

As she rushed to the center of the square, the body of the Buddha was shot out, and the earth trembled with a thud.

A chill of air locked Ning Qingqing's back. She knew that after repelling the Futuzi, Ying Master came to clean her up.

Just as a heart hung up, a roar that pierced Changhong suddenly came from a distance: "Run your mother, ghost monster! Fatty is not dead! Get back to me and fight for another five hundred rounds!"

The spirit that had locked Ning Qingqing deflected suddenly, and went to look for the floating tuzi again.

But before leaving, Lord Ying seemed to have given instructions to the sea people on the ground in some way.

Ning Qingqing and Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the sea people who were under control around the square locked their eyes and fell on her, then walked to the square with hands and feet, and outflanked her.

She has rushed to the middle of the square.

Looking up close, this giant statue of the ancestor god, which is more than ten feet high, has a shocking sense of oppression, as if it will come alive at any time, tearing the ant in front of it to pieces.

A huge white smiling mask was embedded in its face, gloomily and horribly.

Ning Qingqing couldn't take care of this big guy for the time being. She ran a few steps and slid towards the black swirling hole in front of the colossus.

Leaning on the edge of the pit, I saw that it was Xie Wuwang who was suppressed in the "eye of the sea".

His beautiful and sharp eyes closed, and he raised a hand against the "Dinghai Shenshan" that was down above his head.

There was no expression on the handsome and cold face, and there was not much breath on his body.

"Xie Wuwang!" Ning Qingqing screamed at him, "Wake up soon! Something has happened! Futuzi and I are dying!"

There was another loud "bang" in the distance, and Ning Qingqing glanced distractedly, only to see the smiling ghost image swiping a big round hammer, smashing the floating butcher and smashing it around.

Xie Wuwang did not react at all.

However, the dead seamen around them speeded up their pace and have already surrounded most of the square.

Ning Qingqing's scalp was tight, her back was cold and her heart was pounding.

The golden light circulated above the colossus, one after another, the golden light continued to descend down the downhill, and the sound of rubbing between the palms of Xie Wuwang's palm made a sound of gold and stone.

This is... the body of a powerful Daoist who is breaking the Xie Wuwang!

"Xie Wuwang, wake up!" Ning Qingqing jumped into the pit, grabbed his front and shook it fiercely.

...Not shaken.

Before he entered Dharma, he should have used strong defensive spells.

From outside the pit, there was a fine and fragmented sound of ‘簌簌’, which was the footsteps of those zombies and seamen approaching.

Ning Qingqing summoned the mushrooms and slammed the downhill in the arms of the colossus.

The golden light circulated, she could not break the defense of this behemoth at all.

Her mushrooms couldn't move, Xie Wuwang.

When I looked up, a circle of black hair was faintly visible above the pothole.

It is foreseeable that within a few breaths, these zombie-like seamen will fly down one by one...

Ning Qingqing had no time to hesitate, her fingertips poked out the hyphae, and with a "bang" a giant mushroom umbrella spread out over her head, covering herself and Xie Wuwang tightly.

The moment the giant umbrella opened, the first seaman pounced and slammed into the mushroom cap.

Ning Qingqing hurriedly retrieved the hard thorns obtained from the black spores and laid them densely outside the umbrella cap.

As soon as the defense was completed, the sense of horror came in clearly-the seamen began to chew with their mouths, scratch with their hands, and desperately break her mushroom thorns.

Can't last long!

The floating tuzi outside can't last long either!

"Xie Wuwang!" Ning Qingqing almost broke his voice.

Regrettably, this guy is more like a statue than a statue. He doesn't move, and he still has that handsome face that feels like water.

"The soul is not here..."

The dense gnawing on the mushroom umbrella made Ning Qingqing a little impetuous. She squeezed her hands and forced herself to calm down.

Golden light.

The artifact can't be a person.

It could only be...

The square at your feet!

The square, the statue, this pit... all glowed with the same golden light.

Artifact, delusion? !

Ning Qing Qingtian gave initiation.

She hurriedly recalled how Xie Wuwang had come in when she fell into a delusion state last time.

Stick your forehead to your forehead.

She took a deep breath and listened to the cracking sound of the first hard thorn on the mushroom umbrella. Her eyes closed and her heart swayed. She put her arms around Xie Wuwang's shoulders, and slammed her on tiptoe...

Skin touch.

She was anxious: "Xie Wuwang! It's me!"

The golden light is flooding.

The strange thing is that Ning Qingqing did not directly enter the paradox. In a daze, she heard Xie Wuwang's dialogue with others.

It was an old voice who spoke to him.

The voice was very ethereal: "The delusion created by the Divine Tool Thousand Chance Pan is extraordinary. It will repeat the previous scene a thousand times. At the last time, all the pain in the delusion will be imposed on you at the same time. You. Are you sure you want to suffer all this for an answer that has long been meaningless? Is it really worth it?"

Xie Wuwang only gave out his usual chuckle. It's dyingly slow.

The old voice sighed, "You, nothing has changed. Actually, I really don't want you to come."

"Meng Han." Xie Wuwang finally spoke, saying every word, "At the moment when the Thousand Chance Delusion Realm is over, I will personally grab your tool spirit, and use the technique of searching for the gods to overthrow your spirit body. Every time, you can’t survive, and you can’t die."

The other party sighed again: "If you don't need you to arouse me, I will go all out and will not show mercy. Once the illusion of a thousand chances begins, you cannot resist or regret it. If you can't make it through, you will have to blame... , How can you not blame me... sigh..."

Xie Wuwang's gentle chuckle disappeared into a golden light.

Ning Qingqing flicked across the screen quickly in front of her eyes.

She saw Xie Wuwang looking like a teenager. His face is a little tenderer than it is now, and the corners of his delicate lips are slightly pressed downward, showing some revealing perseverance.

An extremely amiable old man with red eyes and shaking hands, embraced the young Xie Wuwang in his arms.

When he loosened his shoulders slightly and closed his eyes half-closed, the old man suddenly made a move and pulled half of his spine out of his body!

Ning Qingqing was terrified, and his mind went blank.

Xie Wuwang, there has been such a past!

"Meng, Han!" The young Xie Wuwang was shocked and his bloodshot pupils trembled fiercely.

The delusion is over, and the delusion is reborn.

Over and over again, Ning Qingqing quickly passed scenes of the same illusion before her eyes.

She knew that this paradox would be repeated nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and then at the last time, the pain of a thousand bone pulling would come to Xie Wuwang's body.

He was born with these for an answer.

Seeing the unbelievable pain in the young Xie Wuwang's eyes, Ning Qingqing knew that he wanted to catch this old man he had trusted with all his heart and asked him why.

This old man named Meng Han had betrayed Xie Wuwang when he was young. For some reason, he turned into a spirit.

No wonder Xie Wuwang hasn't found him for so long.

When the thought flickered, the repetitive scene that was passing fast froze.

Ning Qingqing felt her body sink, and she actually stepped onto the ground and fell into a paradox.

This is a hidden woods, and the old man is trembling, and hugs the slightly thin body of the young Xie Wuwang.

Everything around him was so heavy that Ning Qingqing was a little breathless, and instinctively told her that this was the last delusion—the last delusion in which all feelings and pain were superimposed on a thousand layers.

Ning Qingqing was anxious.

She knew that her mushrooms were being torn apart by the seamen, and after the mushrooms were torn, they would tear her body to pieces of blood. There is also the Futuzi who is desperately restraining Yingzhu... He has probably been cut into a thin man.

Before he could think about it, Ning Qingqing leaned forward and hugged the thin body of the young Xie Wuwang from behind.

"Xie Wuwang! Wake up! Wake up quickly!"

She could feel that Xie Wuwang's powerful soul suddenly shook in this slightly thin body.

She hadn't recovered yet, the old man's fierce hand had come with the sound of the wind, pierced her back, and grabbed her spine.

"Ahhhhh-"

Thousands of times the pain is superimposed, and the feeling of skin and flesh being torn is overlapped, clearly and distinctly struck into my mind.

After suffering a momentary loss of consciousness, Ning Qingqing reacted and helped Xie Wuwang to block the injury.

When she was about to retreat, a flash of light suddenly flashed in her mind.

This! It was the path she had been struggling to follow for a long time and could not find it!

She has been dealing with the evil spores in a shrouded manner, but she has always lacked a vital experience, so that she has been defeated repeatedly. At this moment, she suddenly realized that what she lacks is the experience of being shrouded in her own way!

Only by experiencing it in person can she truly empathize with her, seize the opportunity and seal the black spores first.

Ning Qingqing's soul trembled with pain, and his soul smoked with excitement.

This is exactly the precious experience she needs.

It's really sleepy to come to the pillow...

Melaleuca's pain came to her after an analysis.

Having experienced the painful experience of dismantling the spores, Ning Qingqing quickly became numb to the pain, and she began to feel the "feel of the persecuted black spores" with extreme concentration.

Soon, she found the teenager Xie Wuwang in her arms trembling.

Ning Qingqing: "..." The pain is all for you, why are you still shaking?