Chapter 571: Exile! The Horror Storyteller

"Xiao Wenming, what will you do..."

The storyteller’s eyes are filled with anticipation and affection.

Xu Xiaoshou's record is too brilliant.

Even though 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 Xu Xiaoshou who was a little hesitant.

This was the first time he saw the young man in front of him in such a posture.

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 will die!

And now, this space has been exiled again?

out on a limb!

"There's no time to waste..."

The thoughts in his heart 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 stone-shaped Ajie he was holding tightly.

"Jie Bao, Mom may really have trouble passing this test..."

"Mom..."

Ajie trembled in his hand, 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 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 Zhan Dao 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, that 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 go, 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 and said, "Little 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 result, 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 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 shaken.

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 such existences basically have steel bodies 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 nail, the beautiful pattern of the nail polish on it had already eroded, and the storyteller's eyes became angry.

With almost no pause, he took out "Yin Yang Life and Death?", turned around and yanked it hard at the sky behind him.

"Bang!"

Ajie, who wanted to punch him, was immediately behind the storyteller. At this moment, he didn't even have time to react, and was yanked into the sky.

"The combat awareness of the peak of the first realm... is very strong."

The storyteller was amazed, and then changed the subject, "But he is in the second realm, your reaction and speed are not good enough in his eyes!"

With a look in his eyes, the storyteller bent his fingers to form a seal.

"Swish, swish..."

Yin Yang Life and Death? floated in the air, and the pages moved without wind, turning on their own, and the rustling sound resounded in all directions in the lonely void.

"Head of the Netherworld Dragon!"

The storyteller bent his finger and the pages stopped turning, landing on a blank page.

The next moment, hieroglyphs with golden light appeared on it.

The words gathered and turned into a ferocious dragon head, jumping onto the paper.

The world suddenly darkened, as if something was covering the sky and blocking the crimson sky of the White Cave.

"Ah——"

A loud dragon roar rose from the sky, stopping the clouds.

At this moment, even the rain curtain that continued to fall from the sky seemed to be interrupted directly.

"Imprison!"

The storyteller pulled his hand, and the dark dragon head that was hundreds of feet in size that came from the sky opened its mouth and bit down.

"Bang!"

Ah Jie's body was blown away and had no time to resist, and fell directly between the dragon's steel teeth.

The space that had been restored to its original state for several miles around was blown open in an instant.

The rules of heaven appeared, and the White Cave was on the verge of collapse.

The storyteller turned the page again and pointed his slender finger.

"Congeal."

The golden hieroglyphs jumped out of the page, and when the storyteller flicked his sleeves, they merged into this world.

The turmoil in the White Cave was stabilized directly.

But in mid-air, Ah Jie, who was imprisoned by the dragon head, could not escape no matter how hard he struggled.

…

"Damn it..."

The high-intensity, compressed form of "Song of Fire and Ice" that Xu Xiaoshou had cultivated had not even taken shape yet. Seeing this scene, his heart was broken.

"Mom!"

"Mom!"

Ah Jie was clearly not calling for help, but just struggling loudly.

But at this moment, in Xu Xiaoshou's ears, it was a sign that his child was bullied.

"Die for me!"

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't help but take a step forward, holding up the compressed light point of ice and fire energy, while trying his best to control the energy balance of the light point to keep it from exploding.

On the other hand, he fiercely thrust four swords into the dark dragon head.

"Ah!"

The dragon head shook violently.

The storyteller's eyes moved.

What did he see?

The invincible green light dark dragon head was actually dyed black by the black lines at this moment?

He couldn't see Xu Xiaoshou in the state of the disappearing spell.

But from the current scene, it is not difficult to see that Xu Xiaoshou has already made a move!

He used four swords to make the move!

"Imprison!"

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, without saying anything.

The storyteller directly narrowed the scope of the space confinement, locking the distance of dozens of feet to the tens of feet near the head of the Nether Dragon.

"One step to heaven!"

After Xu Xiaoshou finished a job, he wanted to get away, but found that this move was useless.

"Disappearing spell" certainly has a penetrating attribute.

But the storyteller's confinement is not entirely within the control of the space.

He used another way of exile to directly exclude a certain space from the way of heaven.

This caused Xu Xiaoshou in the exiled space to be like being held by the storyteller before... The world is so big, there is no place to go!

"Dozens of feet..."

"To dozens of feet..."

"Then to several feet, several feet..."

After thinking about it, Xu Xiaoshou instantly understood the storyteller's idea.

Every time I move, the opponent can compress the range.

And the more times I move, when the exiled space is reduced to only a few feet or a few feet in radius...

"The disappearance spell will indirectly fail!"

Xu Xiaoshou, who understood everything, was in a state of shock.

Amazing!

The combat awareness of this perverted man in a red skirt is simply amazing!

I can't see.

He uses the trick of space compression, and when I am trapped in a small space and can only move in a small range...

Does it matter whether I can see or not?

The turtle is in the jar.

When to close the net, it's just a matter of thought!

"Damn, I met a tough guy..."

Xu Xiaoshou felt cold in his heart.

He felt that the god of death was waving at him.

When the storyteller lost the heart to play and play, does it mean that he is already on the verge of death?