The condensed mist gradually spread, filled with what you wanted to hide, and the faint wetness left behind turned into unseen blood and tears, contaminating the remaining body.

A strand of hair gradually slid across the forehead that was not slashed again, slightly blocking the view in front of the pale yellow ghost's eyes.

No chance will be missed in such a top-level battle. Whether it is the flaw leaked by the other party or not, even if it is the flaw leaked by the other party on purpose, you must seize it, because the false flaw may lead to the reality of the flaw.

A cold light flashed in the scorpion's eyes. When the broken hair swept across the eyes, he pulled his right hand. The body of the third generation of the human puppet Fengying twisted slightly, making a "click" sound, but he could not move at all.

The words of "Shui Escape? Yin Water Prison..."

The fog around the scorpion gradually dissipated as the words of Aibu Slash. The rich fog buried the figure standing in front of the scorpion, but leaked the scorpion's side.

The pale water pendant was held in the palm of his hand in a hazy fog. The body of the human puppet Fengying Third Generation was wrapped in the pale ball, and the silky soul twisted in the pale water pendant, biting the rotten skin of the Third Generation.

"Hmph, it turns out that the Red Sand Scorpion is so naive?" As Zabuzhan's words were choking, the mocking white mist buried Zabuzhan and the third generation of Fengying, leaving only empty words gently echoing in the wide hall.

The Red Sand Scorpion slowly spread the curved five fingers of his right hand, and the broken light blue chakra line was connected to the ugly puppet on the left hand. Its unique voice said sarcastically: "It seems that even a ghost is afraid of the dead guy..."

As if in response to the scorpion's words, the words of Absolutely Blade rang empty in the white fog: "Hmph, ninja, a creature like this only looks at the results..."

The delicate hands that were not visible as puppets poked out from the scorpion's sleeves. The dozens of complex chakra lines were connected to the puppet beside them. The scorpion's words were still calm: "Hehe, are you also jealous of that perfection? There is no joy, anger, sorrow, no death or end. This is a completely new human, but there is less dirty greed than humans..."

The scorpion danced with his fingers, and the huge puppet stood upright in front of him, continuing to say: "Although Liuxu Bannuo is the most imperfect work, haha, compared to them, Liuxu Bannuo even retains the need for flesh and blood, but I have to say that it is my strongest puppet..."

Huai Buzhan, who was hiding in the fog, frowned slightly. What I didn't know was that I forgot or something...

There was an inexplicable coldness coming from the big sword behind it. Zabuzhan's frown slowly stretched out, and a hint of coldness flashed through his slightly opened eyes. Haha, I am a ghost, peach land? Zabuzhan...

The scorpion's dry mouth raised slightly, so unreal on the puppet's face. The light blue chakra line trembled slightly, and words without emotional ups and downs spit out from the scorpion's mouth: "Secret technique? Feeding..."

Liuxu Bannuo's faces with different laughter and crying maintained their original expressions and opened their big mouths in distortion: "Huh~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"

The white mist was blown away, and even the chakra with the fog was scattered, and the circular area with a radius of more than five meters was blown away.

The strong wind blew on the scorpion's black fire cloud robe and made a "sir---" sound. The belly of Liuxu Bannuo, nearly three meters wide, cracked several wide suture openings, and gas continued to inhale from the gap, maintaining a foggy-free space of ten meters.

The fishy black blood flowed down from the wide belly with a rotten smell. Under the cracked suture mouth, you can see the peristaltic intestines and the puppet parts connecting different intestines. The fishy black blood flowed out from the rough parts and the edges of the stitching of the weak intestines, and a pool of accumulated under the huge figure...

"Tread..." The sound of footsteps came from the fog. The figure that could not be cut off gradually from the haze, step by step into the space of the six-mood-like domain, and slightly cold words came out from under the bandage: "I'm a little interested..." The pale yellow eyes showed an indescribable smile.

"Hmph..." Scorpion smiled coldly and started to wield his fingers. The vacuum field suddenly expanded, and the strong wind blew the Scorpion's light red hair.

The scorpion straightened his hands, and the mark formed between his fingers: "Secret technique? Thousand-handed dance!!!!" The arms of dozens of big or small, which were separated from their large bodies and grabbed them towards the point of no-slashing. The fat arms gradually spread, and strange runes leaked out of the drooping skin...

Thousands of puppet arms stretched out from dozens of large or small arms, and the smelly black blood slid from the mechanisms that stretched out the robotic arms, leaving a trace of fishy smell on the marble floor.

Zabuzhan narrowed his pale yellow eyes slightly, and slowly pulled out the beheading sword from behind, pointing horizontally at the mechanical arm that rushed into his fingers, holding the beheading sword's arm shaking slightly, and you can almost see the beating of muscles under the gloves...

"Shit-------" The hiss of the wind burst out on the beheading sword. The fluctuations of the air ignored the pressure of the wind, twisting the stable space... Countless arms were stained with fishy black blood for a moment.

The figure that was not cut was buried, and countless arms hit the ground and made a sound of "bang bang!". The feeling of the puppet arm hitting the object was transmitted into the core of the Red Sand Scorpion, and the scorpion's face still could not see any expression.

"Shit~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Bang!!! It's stuck~~~~" The puppet sea shattered, and the messy components and the flesh-and-blooded arms were splattering everywhere, and even the black blood did not splash into the ghost's surroundings.

The figure who was no longer killed was standing alone in the ruins, and the beheaded sword hummed and pointed at the red sand scorpion standing behind Liuxu Bannuo, without even moving.

The body of Liuxu is slightly shriveled, and dozens of intestines connected to the mechanism are long stretched out from the place where the arms are sutured, hanging on the ground in a mess.

Scorpion looked at Zaibuzhan in a slight slight smiled, "Haha, why did the smells emitted by black blood have no effect on me..."

Scorpion slightly moved his gaze and said, "The blood mixed with countless corpse poisons will make the shadow level weaker even if the smell penetrates into the skin..."

The Red Sand Scorpion turned around and looked at it. After all, it was his most perfect poison, and it was also a blasphemy to him without any effect.

There was no sign of expression on his cheeks wrapped in bandages, and Zabuzhang said lightly: "Just as I said, if you are a puppet, then I am a ghost..."

The scorpion pulled open his hands, and six heads with different moods separated from their huge body. The head with intestines stretched its face in a twisted manner. The expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, joy, hatred and resentment were vividly interpreted on the six fat and slightly atrophic heads.

Scorpion shouted in a low voice: "Secret Art? Liuxu!!!"

"Hehehehehehehe~~~" "Ah~~~~~~~" "Woowoowowoo~~~" "Hahehehehehe~~~" "..." "Hahehehehehe~~~"

The woman's delicate voice sounded from the six plump and plump heads. The strange sound made Aibubu's head slightly painful, and in an instant, a pain that was about to explode filled her head.

Six strange heads bent their "necks" and pounced towards Zabuzhen... A deep resentment filled the six twisting heads. The pain in the brain made Zabuzhen's reaction slow. The six heads had already pounced in front of him...

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"Hehe, hum..." Ai Buzhang didn't care about biting his left arm, stretched out his left hand to hold his forehead, and smiled laughing and crying.

The gloomy laughter gradually became low, and the head without eyebrows suddenly raised, and the yellow pupils showed a trace of evil madness: "I really want to thank you, Scorpion..."

The six fat heads slowly withered, countless pale white resentful spirits poked out from the six heads and slowly crawled into the body that could not be cut. The fat on the six heads gradually disappeared, leaving only the skin on the head, and the white teeth gradually turned yellow, gradually leaking from the body that could not be cut, falling to the solid marble floor and shattering, turning into powder in the next second, only the bleeding dents actually existed.

Zabuzhan slowly lifted the beheading sword that had been hanging down due to a headache the moment before, and said lightly: "Are you ready to die? The Scorpion of Red Sand..."

Liuxu Bannuo in front of him slowly knelt down, and Scorpion said word by word: "The next move is over, the ghost of the Fog Ninja..."

The light blue chakra thread kept gushing out from the scorpion's body, deeply piercing into the six-mood-like body in front of him. The remaining flesh and blood began to squirm, and every time the black blood twitched, the huge body flowed out...

At some point, the black blood was no longer so gloomy and became rosy. A faint fishy sweetness that was different from the decay flowed out from the plump body, and two faint heartbeats sounded in the hall...

(Prajna is not the wisdom in Buddhism, but a monster in Japanese legend, or rather a kind of resentment. It is said that it is an evil spirit formed by women's strong jealousy and resentment. Prajna lives in the deep mountains and eats people every midnight. It is a female ghost who specializes in robbing children. And she will make creepy and terrifying laughter.)
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