Nothing to do today, check the life and death book

"Lingyun! Falling Blade!"

By a stream, Chen Zifeng was cooperating with Li Liao to kill a wounded tiger.

On the side, Feng Wushuang watched expressionlessly, with no intention of helping at all.

Behind Feng Wushuang, Yu Luqing was holding a crossbow and asked weakly, "Sir, do you want to help?"

Hearing this, Feng Wushuang turned around and glanced at him: "Just you? Forget it!"

Suddenly, he fixed his gaze, and a spirit bird came into his sight. He grabbed it casually, held it in his hand, and squeezed it hard, and the spirit bird disintegrated into a spirit body, spreading out into several lines of text.

After seeing this, Feng Wushuang couldn't help but curse: "Useless! A bunch of useless! Three Fate Wheel Realm masters can't even kill two newbies..."

Hearing Feng Wushuang getting angry, Chen Zifeng and Li Liao looked at each other, their eyes signaling that they should end the battle quickly.

"Come back!" Feng Wushuang shouted, ignoring the two stunned people, he picked up his sword and rushed forward.

The sword energy was violent and the sword shadows were flying. It lasted for half an incense stick of time before the Cloud Tiger, which was covered with sword wounds, died with a sad roar.

……

Gray clouds blocked the sun, and the sky, which was clear a moment ago, suddenly became gray.

Above the gray clouds, already ten thousand meters in the sky, a piece of animal skin spread out like a blanket was floating in the clouds.

On the animal skin, God Rabbit was sitting cross-legged leisurely, with a small table in front of him, on which were several servings of fine wine and delicacies.

Slurp! He took a sip of the wine. Lord Rabbit waved his hand and sucked in a cloud of mist. Then he pointed his sword in front of him and drew a circle. The mist followed his movement and formed a circle.

In the circle, Le Jinxi's figure was clearly reflected.

At this time, Le Jinxi and Ji Zinian were soaking in a pool of water. On the bluestone beside them were the food that Ji Zinian brought. It was in no way inferior to the delicacies on the small table of Rabbit God.

"You little bastard! You enjoy it more than me," the Rabbit Lord cursed and waved his hand, and the cloud and mist dissipated.

Looking across the clouds, Lord Rabbit was somewhat displeased and said coldly, "Since you are here, come out!"

As he finished speaking, a figure appeared in the mist on one side of him.

"I was reckless in front of the Rabbit Immortal!" The man was dressed in green and wore a fox mask on his face. He bowed as soon as he appeared.

There was no murderous intent on this man, but he did have a scholarly air. If he wasn't walking on the clouds, he would have looked more like a scholar preparing for an exam.

"You recognize me!" Lord Rabbit was stunned. He had been in the Sea God Sect for hundreds of years, and he was recognized as soon as he came out?

"I have heard about your deeds, senior," the man with the fox mask said politely.

After a pause, he continued, "Senior and I hit it off right away. Can we have a drink together?"

Lord Rabbit stared for a moment and said, "Stop making noise here. If you have anything to fart, do it now."

The fox masked man continued, "Senior, you misunderstood! I just wanted to have a chat with you!"

"I'm not in the mood, get lost!"

Lord Rabbit was quite disdainful. He thought, "If someone is being too nice to you for no reason, he is either a traitor or a thief. Even a three-year-old kid knows this, so how could I not know it?"

"Since you don't want to chat with me, please stay here for a while," the fox-masked man said in a low voice with a hint of anger.

"Ridiculous!" Lord Rabbit snorted coldly: "Anyone who tried to stop me is dead! You want to try it?"

"I am a humble junior, but I am willing to give it a try," he said, and the fox-masked man started writing with the purple-handled, gray-tipped brush.

In an instant, a black white tiger appeared in the painting, followed by the Azure Dragon, Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise on the left and right.

"Using the pen as a command, painting summons all things, how interesting," said Lord Rabbit, who suddenly became interested.

He shook the wine bottle gently, and a few drops of wine jumped out of it. He raised his head and drank the wine in the bottle in one gulp, then put the bottle heavily on the table.

Immediately, a few drops of floating wine flew out.

Xuanwu leaped forward, blocking a few drops of wine, his body swayed and he almost fainted.

The Vermillion Bird soared into the sky, blazing fire burst out from its mouth. The Azure Dragon and the White Tiger attacked from both sides, with overwhelming pressure.

Looking at Xuanwu again, he was blowing bubbles from his mouth, and strings of bubbles instantly filled the surrounding space.

The Rabbit God raised his hand and waved, and the wine in the jar flew out, forming a curtain of water in front of him. No matter how raging fire attacked, the curtain of water did not move at all.

The next second, the figure of Lord Rabbit suddenly appeared in front of Qinglong.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the blue dragon's head with one hand, then swung it hard, using the blue dragon as a whip to whip away the attacking white tiger. Then he swung it in a circle, sweeping away a large area of ​​bubbles.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xuanwu roared, and the remaining bubbles rushed towards Rabbit Lord at a rapid speed and exploded when they got close. The sound waves formed directly overturned the clouds for hundreds of meters.

The Rabbit God stood firmly in the void, not affected at all.

Not willing to be outdone, Xuanwu rushed over, but Lord Rabbit pulled Qinglong with his hand, and the captured Qinglong quickly coiled into a circle and stood in front of Lord Rabbit.

At the same time, White Tiger and Vermillion Bird had already circled behind Lord Rabbit and launched an attack together.

All I could hear was the continuous roaring and all I could see was the ink color dispersing and gathering again.

As if mixed with ink, the surrounding clouds also turned gray.

Suddenly, the clouds opened and closed, swallowing up the Rabbit God and the Ink Beast.

The clouds slowly dissipated, revealing a lion head, with a rabbit in its tightly closed mouth.

On the Rabbit Lord's body, the totems transformed from the black beasts crawled all over, as if to block his movements.

"Ah! Finally done!"

A man wearing a lion mask slowly walked out from the clouds. Judging from his voice, he seemed to be a young man.

The fox masked man was thinking about something, and when he saw the boy coming over, he asked, "Where's the purple gold bowl?"

"No need!" The boy was reluctant.

Suddenly, the lion's head shook violently. Without the fox-masked man saying anything more, the young man quickly took out the purple gold bowl and covered the lion's head.

Still worried, the fox-masked man took out a special red ink and carefully drew a Pulao bell, which he then placed on the purple gold bowl.

After doing all this, he finally felt relieved.

……

Deep in the Wanlin Gui Garden, two disheveled figures were desperately resisting the vine roots that were attacking from all directions.

After a long time, the two of them couldn't bear it anymore.

"Brother, what should we do? There are more and more of them!" Wu Shuiya was a little exhausted, and the movement of swinging the sword was a little slower.

"No, we will be exhausted to death if we go on like this," Sun Zebing held the long sword in his hand and sword shadows flew out one after another.

Immediately, he pulled Wu Shuiya behind him and said, "You go first, I'll cover you."

"But...Senior Brother, you..." Wu Shuiya was about to say something but was interrupted by Sun Zebing.

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Sun Zebing said, his aura suddenly turned upside down, and the Taoist robe on his body that was faintly visible slowly condensed into a solid entity.

With a casual sweep of his hand, a circle of Bagua was reflected from the Taoist robe, blocking the attacking vine roots.

"Come on!"

Wu Shuiya looked at him affectionately, turned her head, and left quickly.

The ground cracked quietly, and several roots directly wrapped around Sun Zebing's legs, pulling him underground with force.

The Taoist robe on his body fluttered slowly without wind, and the roots on his legs broke into sawdust from top to bottom.

The rattan could not break the Bagua's defense, so it surrounded it, wrapping the Bagua and Sun Zebing into a rattan ball.

Then the rhizome is like an arrow or a spear, which pierces the rattan ball into a sea urchin.

After a few seconds of silence, suddenly, a green light appeared from the gap of the rattan ball, and the rotating Bagua instantly enlarged and broke the rattan ball.

Sun Zebing looked a little tired and tightened his Taoist robe with his hands.

The next second, his face froze, replaced by a look of shock.

On his chest, a half-exposed silver needle was particularly conspicuous.

The rotating Bagua dissipated like smoke, and the Taoist robe on his body also slowly disappeared.

"when……"

With a thud, Sun Zebing fell to his knees.

A pool of water that had been quietly seeping out from the ground where he was looking suddenly rose and turned into a man in black wearing a mask with a water-colored fish pattern.

"You..." Sun Zebing wanted to say something, but his heart gradually stopped beating, making his voice stop abruptly.

The roots of the surrounding vines continued to rush forward like crazy.

The man in black just threw his hand and a silver needle flew out.

The root of the attacking vine paused in the air, visibly withered and shrunken, and fell to the ground. Not far away, a manipulative wood demon was nailed to death in the tree by silver needles.

He walked closer to Sun Zebing, and as the fish pattern on the mask rippled, his body turned back into a pool of water.

The water surged onto Sun Zebing's body and slowly melted into him.

After an unknown amount of time, Sun Zebing, who had been dead, suddenly opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

He looked around and checked himself. He didn't feel any discomfort. As for what had just happened, he couldn't remember it at all.