Although Fu Yi's attack was extremely heavy, and the ghost shadow was obviously seriously injured, it was much stronger than the previous kid, and was still able to struggle in Fu Yi's hands.
"Can you do it?"
While looking for potholes, Shi Yingxue turned around and asked Fu Yi how the situation was now.
It wasn't that she didn't believe in Fu Yi's ability, it was because the things in the ghost cultivator's hands were more and more weird, so Shi Yingxue had to be wary.
"Don't worry about me, just look for the pothole first."
Fu Yi's tone was quite nonchalant, and Shi Yingxue knew that he had a solution, and it wasn't that there was no solution - he probably just wanted to have fun.
Fu Yi wanted to vent his anger, so he told him to vent his anger, but Shi Yingxue would not stop him. Shi Yingxue would not stop him from doing anything he wanted to do.
Fu Yi also knew Shi Yingxue's attitude. He laughed twice and continued to focus on squeezing the ghost shadow in his hand.
Compared to his swollen appearance just now, he is really smaller now than I know how many times.
Fu Yi rubbed him wantonly in the palm of his hand, and Fu Yi used much more force than before.
He had the ability to struggle just now, but now he no longer had it. Fu Yi rolled and flattened him at will, as if he was playing with a clay ball.
The ghost shadow was already dying, but Fuyi also considered that he might have other uses, so he did not rush to crush him to death, but took a piece of dragon scale from his body, and then transformed back into a human body.
Sure enough, after Fu Yi turned back into a human body, this group of ghostly shadows began to move, because Fu Yi could not use his body to cause harm to him, but Fu Yi had already expected this, and had torn off the
It was at this moment that the dragon scales came into play.
He pressed his dragon scales against the ghostly shadow that was still struggling crazily just now, as if trying to escape from his palm.
Just as Fu Yi thought, the dragon scales indeed had a natural suppressive effect on the ghost shadow. As soon as the dragon scales were placed on the ball that the ghost shadow had been kneaded into, he could no longer struggle and was completely lifeless, just like
It looks like a dead chicken with its neck cut off.
Fuyi threw him to the ground twice like a ball, and began to communicate with the ghost shadow: "Tell me, how do you get out of this formation?"
The ghost shadow was lifeless and silent.
Fuyi doesn't believe that there are things in this world that really don't want to die. Whether they are humans or ghosts, whether they have physiological activities or are still alive, all things that still have consciousness must still want to live.
Just like those seniors in the Realm of the Dead in the Eternal Eye, if they didn't want to live, why would they still be struggling when they were caught by ghost cultivators?
So even if this ghost shadow is not mentioned, it is just that the threat to his life is not great enough.
Fuyi firmly believed this, sneered, grabbed the ball in his palm again, squeezed it hard, and suppressed the ghost shadow, which was the size of a Cuju ball just now, even smaller, but no more than the size of a fist.
"If you don't tell me, I will immediately crush you to death with coercion."
Fuyi knew that the ghost shadow could understand his words, and he was not anxious that the ghost shadow would be able to speak out immediately. He just tapped the ghost shadow ball again and again with his fingers.
This force is not small, and Fu Yi's tapping is irregular.
At one time he was just knocking gently, and at the next he was knocking hard, bringing with him his own aura and coercion, as if he had no idea that he would probably crush the ghost to death if he took it seriously.
"Should you tell me? I'm asking for the last time?"
Fuyi's tone was very relaxed, as if he was taking a walk in the back garden of his cave, casually.
But as the last word of his sentence fell, Fu Yi's hand exerted all his strength.
The pure spiritual energy pressed down on the little ball with coercion. The spiritual energy was so pure that the air around it seemed to be burning. The ghost shadow instantly felt that there was not much left.
His consciousness has begun to fade.
If it was said that when Fu Yi grabbed and rubbed him in the palm of his hand at first, it was like being pulled down from the stone mill, being pressed against the millstone by a huge stone to grind the ink hard, and being stepped on hard from time to time. Now he is being pure
The aura and coercion attacked at the same time, and the ghost shadow felt like it was being pulled into a catastrophe, and was struck by several powerful thunders.
Every part of his body was pressed hard by an extremely strong force, and the pain that was like a lightning strike coming straight from the sky became clearer and clearer.
But Fu Yi didn't stop like he did just now. He had no intention of stopping at all, and the force he used was so strong that it seemed to tell him that none of what Fu Yi said just now was a joke.
It's really possible that Fu Yi would just pin him to death here.
"...."
The ghostly figure felt that his consciousness had begun to slowly fade away, and as his consciousness faded, he could see how clearly the pain he felt was.
The blur of consciousness and the clear contrast of the pain, coupled with the fear of death and the desire for life that are produced by everything in this world, the ghost shadow finally relented: "I say! I say!"
Surprisingly, the voice was that of a very clear young man. Could it be that this ghost shadow was still a young man during his lifetime?
However, Fu Yi didn't care whether he was a young boy or an old woman. With a little bit of inspiration in his hands, he put aside his previous attack for the time being and asked in a cold voice: "Tell me, how to get out?"
"I'll take you there, cough cough cough."
A clear boy's voice came out from the ghost shadow ball.
A horribly crumpled little ball formed an extremely strange contrast with such a clear and melodious voice, but Fu Yi didn't care about that.
Shi Yingxue had already followed her search so far that Fu Yi could only see her back, but he was not in a hurry to catch up.
"But you have to let me go first. If you don't let me go, I won't be able to take you to find him."
This ghost is really cunning. Fu Yi just gave him a chance to breathe. He hit the snake with a stick and started bargaining with Fu Yi.
Fu Yi laughed: "Okay."
This ghostly figure was completely unaware that Fu Yi's smile and words were laced with a strong aura of hostility.
"Ahem, then you should let go of me!"
Guiying must have really never been beaten, yet he dared to boss Fu Yiyi around.
"OK."
If Shi Yingxue heard the conversation between the two, she might have mourned for this ghost in her heart. Fu Yi never repeated his good words twice. If he did repeat them twice, it usually meant that someone was going to have bad luck.